#and Andy seems to just be kinda rolling with it??? I mean he hasn’t tried making Skrimm disprove Queenie’s theory/ship

[luna-the-cretar]

Queenie: do you know what sperm is?

Taishen: no??? Is that a sea thing????

PROTECT THIS MAN AT ALL COSTS

[chuckbass-love]

20,39,42 with Andy Barber?

Hey, lovely anon. First of all i hope you’re doing well and second of all, i thoroughly enjoyed writing this and i hope y’all have a lot of fun reading it. It’s been a hot minute since i last wrote for Andy.

Disclaimer: My work is not to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Pairing: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Prompts Used: 

20) “You’d better be quiet or everyone’s going to know what a naughty little slut you are”

39) “I’m so sick of your voice. Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use?”

42) “I guess i’ll just get off all by myself”

Warnings: Smut. Sexual intercourse, vaginal sex, spanking, daddy kink, love making (kinda), arguing, swearing, angst and a sprinkle of fluff for good measure. That’s right, used all 3. 18+ you know the drill.

Word Count: 6,796

GIF NOT MINE!!! Credit to @cassercole go check them out💕

Do You Feel What I Feel?

After a long and interesting weekend, you’re a lot less eager to get back behind your desk to work for Andy Barber than you usually are. One reason in particular being that you’ve been dating other people behind his back. See the thing with you and Andy is that you’ve known him for 2 whole years, worked for him for 1 year and been fucking him since the evening of your very first day. He got you the job to work with him after you got laid off.

You met him after he showed up for one of your seminars at college and he gave a presentation on what it’s like to be a lawyer and you just clicked. But it was strictly platonic...until you showed up on that first day dressed in a knee length skirt, a semi sheer polka dot blouse with stockings and heels. He was shocked to say the least. You looked entirely different and he’d never seen you this way before. It turned him on and he let you know it. 

As you were packing your things away and bidding him goodbye for the day, he called you back into his office and instructed you to lock the door behind you before he began to inform you of the effect you had on him. Starting slowly by telling you how he was taken aback by your ability to think on your feet, use your initiative and then just like that, it all came out and he couldn’t control his hunger much longer. 

He kissed you so hard that night that the breath was knocked from your lungs but you loved it, you yearned for more of that feeling and he fucked you so good that you made it a regular thing, without even realising it was becoming one until it was too late. You’d just show up at each others places without a warning and before you knew it, he was fucking you into the mattress and making you cum with a cry of his name.

Now back to the present... you like Andy, in fact if you’re being truthful with yourself, you’ve fallen so madly in love with him that you know it’s time to quit him. He’s like a drug, an addiction and you need to stop going back for more. Hence why you decided that enough was enough. 

You met a guy online, his name is Ashley and he was more than keen to take you out so you happily obliged and sure you had a nice time but there’s just one issue lying in your way. Andy is unsuspecting of your little date and it’s been eating away at you since said date walked you back to your apartment. You know that you need to tell him but you fear that it’ll cost you your job, he did hire you to help you out after all.

Before you can wallow more in your choice to keep things from him, he calls you into his office and you haven’t even gotten any work done yet, you only sat down 5 minutes ago.

What could he possibly want so early on?

“Yes, Mr Barber?” you ask flirtatiously, making him glare up at you before gesturing for you to take a seat opposite him. Which you do.

“So today i’m gonna need you to file this paper work into the data base for me” he starts, lifting up a pile taller than the length of your forearm and now you’re annoyed for real this time. He knows full well that you’re still finishing off the stack from Friday and yet here he is presenting more work for you to do “get it done by the end of the day” he finishes, flashing you another stone cold glare as he looks back down at the paper on his desk, not even bothering to acknowledge your presence for a second longer.

Until you speak up “Andy, you know i’m still finishing off Frid....”

“That’s Mr Barber to you and you can leave now” his rude and snappy interruption makes you scoff as you shake your head at the tone in his voice, he’s not in any mood today to help you out or make exceptions. So you do as you’re told, hauling the heavy pile into your arms and lugging it back to your desk outside. Once it’s on your desk, you walk back to shut his door before he asks, making sure to slam it harder than needed to make it known that you’re angry with him.

He doesn’t seem to notice or care though.

Now to get started on all of this work that’ll probably mean you staying later tonight, just brilliant. Guess your second date with Ashley will have to be rescheduled.

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You finish off half of the pile by the time it gets to 1:30pm and you’re due a lunch break round about now so seeing as though Andy hasn’t left his office all day, you decide to pop out for some food with one of the other assistants, Stacey. Thank God you don’t have to face him since you have absolutely no clue what could have possibly rattled his cage this morning to make him snap at you like that. The two of you have always had this ongoing joke of you calling him Mr Barber and he usually allows you to call him by his first name until today when that alone was enough to anger him.

It’s obvious that you’ll have to put off telling him about your date until he’s in a better place to receive the news. You’re hoping that since he’s always been opposed to commitment that he’ll take it well but the halt in your fooling around might annoy him a little. It’s not your problem though, he always knew you were planning to eventually settle down.

Upon your return to your desk you find Andy sat in your chair, looking through your work “where the hell have you been?” he mutters as he avoids your eyes “you know what, don’t even bother making excuses, my office, NOW” you jump out of fear as he raises his voice slightly at you for the first time in the whole 2 years you’ve known him. Your anxious body shuffles into his office, scared of what’s about to happen.

“Was i not clear enough earlier Y/N? Hm? Because i specifically remember asking you to have this work done by the end of the day. You get off at half 4, it’s now half 2 and you’ve only done half. Do i pay you to galavant around town with Stacey or do i pay you to do your goddam job?”

In the 2 years that you’ve known Andy, he’s also never made you cry, yet here you are trying your absolute hardest not to let these tears fall in front of him.

“You pay me to do my job and i’ve tried my best to get it done. I-I’m sorry” you stand there awkwardly, picking at the torn skin around your fingernails as you stare hopelessly at your stilettos. “Well your best isn’t fucking good enough Y/N, try harder. You can stay here until all of the paperwork is done and that includes Friday’s load too now close the door on your way out”

Is he actually serious? He can’t be, surely. What is wrong with him?

“No” you stand tall, hands on your hips as you talk back and if he was angry before then now he’s livid with you “What do you mean no?” he questions, stepping towards you, hands in his pockets as he awaits your answer.

“I said, no. Just because you’re in a bad mood for whatever reason does NOT mean that you get to stand here and humiliate me. I said no and that’s final. I’ll do my best to get today’s work done before i leave but Friday’s work can wait and i don’t care what nasty comment you have in store to throw back at me”

His face screws up as he clenches his jaw again, you should feel really scared right about now, that comment might have just cost you this job but you don’t care. If that’s the case then you’ll walk out of here proud of yourself along with one less so called friend in your life.

“Bad mood? I’m furious and you don’t even know the half of it” he picks his phone up, tapping a couple times before handing it to you and walking back to his desk to sit down. You watch the clip in his camera roll, squinting as you try to make out the faces in it and then you realise that it’s you and Ashley. Fuck. He was there that night at your apartment, he was obviously coming to see you and you didn’t even know it. He must have seen you with another man and changed his mind. You feel awful as you look back at him, he just sighs once you place the phone onto his desk.

“Andy, i-i”

“Save it. If you wanted to cut our little deal off then you shoulda just said. I don’t appreciate being lied to Y/N and i don’t fancy talking about it with you for a minute longer so just do as your fucking told and get back to work”

All you can do is turn around and walk away since you’ve done enough damage already. But all you can think about is the look on his face after you watched the incriminating clip. He looked sad, broken even and it’s replaying in your brain over and over. Torturing you. 

This is why he’s been so nasty today, so demanding and harsh. He’s hurt that you lied to him, hurt that you were with someone else, even if it was just dinner. You still arranged a date with another man and went and what Andy has never wanted to admit before, not even to himself is that he really likes you. In fact no, he’s fallen madly in love with you. 

Every waking moment of his life is spent with you on his mind. You even corrupt his dream world too and it’s gotten out of control. Saturday he decided it was time to cut your little deal off and start over. He was going to do it right, confess his feelings, ask you on a date and then take you out and treat you like a princess.

Ever since he laid his blue eyes on you that first time when he was doing the presentation in your class at college, he liked you. You asked so many questions, engaged a lot in the debates and he knew then that you were going to play an important role in his life. And you have. You became close friends, going out regularly and doing things like bowling and eating dinner together more than a handful of times. He enjoyed your company and you enjoyed his but there was this unspoken rule that you had to remain just friends. He wasn’t ready for anything serious and you were still not over your ex.

But then when you walked through his office door on your first day dressed in that skirt, those heels and stockings and lets not forget about that blouse. He was trying his hardest not to drool. One things for sure though, he was painfully hard for you.

When he came to your apartment Saturday and saw you outside your door with some preppy douchebag who was around your age, he felt this lump in his throat form as his heart ached. Sure he expected you to get a man eventually after all you are 24 and he’s in his 30’s. But he didn’t expect it to happen so soon. He also didn’t expect you to have such an effect on him the way you have but here he is, angry at you for moving on without telling him and angry that you aren’t his anymore. 

He feels bad for shouting at you today, for being so harsh with his words. He could see the tears pooling in your eyes right away but he was too pissed off to stop and now he’s almost certain that any friendship the two of you had is gone for good thanks to his vile actions.

Another 2 hours tick by and you’re still working at your pile, you’ve still got a lot left being that he’s included Friday’s in your load too. It’s going to be a long night so you pick your phone up and call Ashley.

“Ashley hey, it’s uh, it’s Y/N. Listen, i have to work late today so i won’t be able to make it” you announce and as he responds, Andy opens his door but you don’t notice.

“Rain check? Uh...” you trail off, trying your hardest to decide if you even want to see him again. It’s like you’re torn. On one hand you have Andy, your dream man. A man who knows your body like the back of his hands and a man who can more than likely take care of you if you just took a leap and told him about your feelings but then on the other hand you have Ashley. A guy who is your age and who makes you laugh a hell of a lot. Before you can even decide though, you hear a cough behind you. It’s Andy.

“Ashley can i call you back? It’s just now’s not really a good time, i have a lot of work to get done”

You hang up the phone as your eyes are locked onto Andy’s and the moment your phone is placed back onto your desk he wraps his large hand around your wrist, lifting you up off your chair and tugging you into his office. You watch as he locks the door behind him before going back to sitting behind his desk.

“You gonna see him again?” he asks, jaw clenched.

“I-I uh, i don’t know. I’m a little torn right now” your eyes settle on his plump pink lips, wanting nothing more than to bite down on his bottom one as you sink down onto his cock but you’re dirty thoughts come to a staggering halt as he speaks. “Torn with what? You like him right?” why is he asking you these things? Is he trying to torture himself with the details.

“Yes i mean no i mean I don’t know. I like him but i don’t think i can date him”

“How come?”

“Because i like someone else, in fact i love someone else”

Andy feels his heart sink further as more cracks appear threatening to shatter it completely. You love someone else and now he’s truly out of the game.

Rage works it’s way back into his body and he can’t help but take it out on you “did you sleep with him? Huh? Did the douche bag get to fuck that tight cunt of yours?”

At first you find him funny, laughing as you look around the room, anywhere but his eyes but then your own rage sets in.

“Not that it’s any of your business but no, he didn’t. We had dinner and that’s it” you state, matter of factly as you place your hands back onto your hips..

“Bullshit”

“Is that what you really think of me Andy? You think i’d just give it up to any guy that even looked my way. Wow, i knew you were a lot of things but vicious was definitely not one of them and what’s that i smell? Is it jealousy? Surely not.” you tut, shaking your head “I don’t think i even know you at all by the looks of things if you thought lying to me was better than being honest and trust me, i’m not jealous in the slightest, in fact i pity you. It’s your sex life that will suffer” he doesn’t falter for even a second as he stares you down and just as he anticipated, you’re the first one to break, looking away from him. You can’t help the way your heart starts to race from all of the fury filling up your body. How dare he.

“I was only keeping it from you until i found the right time to tell you. And don’t you dare think for one second that just because we’ve slept together that you have any right to comment on my sex life. You made it perfectly clear that monogamy wasn’t your thing so don’t be mad when i finally want to move on from being someone’s fuck buddy” you spit, heat rising to your cheeks as you realise what you just said. Fuck.

“I’ll comment on whatever i fucking want to so quit the bitching and yeah, i don’t do commitment but i sure as hell wouldn’t be with you even if i did”

You don’t respond to him this time, there’s no quick comeback to fire his way, no insult that could mean you having the upper hand again. Nothing is left but shock and disappointment. He really said that, he really played on your biggest insecurity. He played on it and used it to his advantage, to get the upper hand and win the argument.

“What? Got nothing to say?” he snorts, smug grin on his face. Watch his smile disappear now...

“I love you, Andy” you finally get the words out and you feel as if you’re going to choke on them and die right here in his office. Cause of death, unrequited love.

“W-what?” he’s practically speechless, his words barely audible.

“I’m so madly in love with you and i have been for a while now. But i continued to shut my feelings out and reject other guys because i came to the realisation that having you in any way that i could would be enough for me even if it meant that i couldn’t have you in the way that i’ve always wanted. But none of this matters now, right? Because you’ve made it pretty clear how you feel and where you stand. You wouldn’t date me even you did date and that’s fine but at least now both our cards are on the table”

He looks up at you, using his index finger to force you to look back at him and when you do, he looks so deep into your eyes almost as if he’s attempting to see into your soul. Like he’s trying to search for any signs of dishonesty.

“Why didn’t you just tell me? Instead of going out with other guys you shoulda told me and been honest about it?” is all he can say and that’s the last response you expected but what catches you off guard the most is how he said it, almost like he was hurt and relieved simultaneously.

“Andy, you’re my boss and you made it clear that you didn’t want a relationship” he has absolutely no right to lecture you about honesty when he’s spent the entire time he’s known you blabbering on about how the single life is better for him and how he’d hate to be tied down again. You roll your eyes as you move away from him when he attempts to move closer.

Silence falls upon the two of you and it seems never ending, leaving you no choice but to leave. The moment you turn around to walk away he’s on his feet too “where are you going?” the tone his voice makes it sound as though he’s pleading for you to stay without actually saying the words.

“I’m going back to my desk to do my fucking job, just like you told me to do earlier” you turn back around but just as you expected, he stops you “look. I’m sorry, okay. I was just mad that you”

“Mad about what? That i went out on a date? I’m a single woman Andy and despite our little deal, i don’t belong to you so you have no right to be mad at me for doing what any other single person does”

He bites down on his bottom lip as he runs his fingers through his perfectly styled locks, messing them up instantly “God, you’re so fucking infuriating”

“I’m infuriating? You really are clueless to your own behaviour aren’t you? I just told you that i love you and you still haven’t told me if you feel the same. So i think that says it all, don’t you?” you stop yourself before continuing your rant, trying your hardest to prevent something worse slipping out. Right now in your state, you’re bound to say things that you don’t mean and will later regret. “you know what, i think i’m gonna take the work load home and complete it there. I’ll see you tomorrow, if i still have a job that is” you raise your brows at him, praying he doesn’t fire you for your attitude alone. But to your surprise he doesn’t.

“You really think that low of me? That i’d ever fire you because of what’s going on between us outside of this office? Wow” he leans back on his desk and his shoulders drop as he slumps over, looking down at his large calloused hands.

“It’s what i assumed would happen. You’re really gonna pretend like you don’t want me gone after today?”

“I don’t, believe it or not. But i have no time to deal with this discussion any longer, i have to leave early today” he says as he goes back to sitting behind his desk again and turning his computer back on “i don’t expect you to stay any longer, you can take that work home and finish it after your date” he mutters the last few words, pulling a face as if they make him sick.

“Really? We’re back to that again. God i’ve had it with you” you spit, biting down on the inside of your cheek before strutting over to the door but his hand stops you before you even get yours on the lock.

“Let me go Andy. I don’t even want to look at you, let alone be stuck in a room with you” harsh, but in this moment it’s true. He’s done nothing but upset you all day long and even after your stupid decision to confess your love for him, he’s still doing it. You feel so defeated right now that you can’t take another second of his shit.

“Just one more thing and then you’re free to go and fuck whoever you want, whenever you want. How many guys have you been on dates with since we started hooking up?” the desperation is evident in his eyes as they pierce into yours, searching again but this time for the answers before you can even open your mouth to give them to him “one. It was only one date on Saturday night with Ashley” and that’s the truth. You would never repeatedly date behind his back, this was a one off. A one off you’re regretting more as the seconds tick by.

An awkward silence falls upon the two of you once more as he walks back over to his desk, pacing next to it and creating a draft. “Are you planning to see him again?” and he’s back with more questions. Why does he care so much?

He clearly doesn’t love you too otherwise he’d have said it once you confessed your feelings for him. Instead he left you looking like the biggest joke ever, the clown. And you feel so mortified for even believing he’d say it back.

Silly little Y/N, always catching feelings for men who don’t feel the same way back. You’re starting to feel as though you’ll never find someone.

But still his behaviour has you second guessing him. Maybe he does like you and that’s why he’s acting so hurt.

“Maybe i will, after all i am single. That shouldn’t be a problem, should it Andy?” you know full well that you’re pushing down hard on his buttons and you can see his cheeks turn red as his knuckles turn white from his tight grip on the side of the table.

“What you don’t like that? You don’t like the thought of me on top of Ashley, sinking down onto his cock as he touches my body and kis -”

Out of nowhere he interrupts you, slamming his fist down onto his desk “dammit, Y/N, what is it with you? Trying to make me jealous? Because i’ve had just about enough of you running your mouth” he pulls one of the chairs out, falling into it and spreading his legs “In fact. I’m so sick of your voice. Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use? Huh? Maybe then you’ll shut up about that fucking douche bag” he is jealous, it’s so obvious to you now. He’s jealous of Ashley, jealous of the possibility of him spending time with you and he hates the thought of someone stealing you away from his tight grasp.

You can’t quite believe your ears or your eyes as he spreads his legs further, grazing his hand over the tent in his dress trousers and you can’t help the gulp that follows.

“Andy”

“Shhh, enough talking. I don’t have it in me anymore to argue with you, just come here” he insists but you stand your ground “no. i can’t keep going round and round in circles with you with absolutely no end in sight and with no hope for you to reciprocate how i feel. I’m sorry but i’m leaving”

Yet again, as expected, he clears his throat “fine. I guess i’ll just get off all by myself”

Like they always do around Andy, your legs turn to jelly and your eyes glaze over along with your better judgement being clouded by x rated thoughts of him railing you. The idea of him touching himself, working his hand expertly around his girthy cock causes arousal to flood your panties. How dare your body betray you like this. How dare your mind do the same. It’s not fair that every time you think you have the upper hand and the dominance, he comes along, snatching it away from you and proving you wrong.

You have absolutely no idea why you’re about to do what you’re about to do other than the fact that your body gravitates toward him like a magnet and it’s out of your control.

So without a second longer to fester or overthink, you spin around on your heels, charging towards him. Andy watches in awe as you drop to your knees and make quick work of his belt. Once you free his cock from the confines of his black Calvin Kleins and into your small hand you spot the droplets of precum oozing out of the slit on his red bulbous head. You look up at him through your eyelashes, batting them as you give the tip a couple of kitten licks before spitting all over his shaft and pumping him agonisingly slow.

“Fuck” he groans, rolling his eyes back as he grips the arm rests on the chair when you take him into your mouth “attagirl, sucking daddy’s cock like a fucking pro” his hands grip your face as he continues to watch you go to work, making a mess of yourself as you gag around him,

You don’t bother to issue a warning before taking all of him in your mouth, all the way down to his balls over and over. Making sure to hollow out your cheeks as you bob your head up and down, your tongue licking the underside of him as your hands grasp his balls. He starts bucking his hips up, attempting to fuck your mouth but you push him back down as a whole batch of unholy sounds that only you can elicit from him fall from his perfect lips, the sounds that are so loud and downright filthy that he has no option but to cover his mouth with his hand, biting down one of his thick digits to keep from exposing himself to his unsuspecting colleagues outside.

He soon pulls you off and you do so with a pop. He forces you to look up at him, his hand grabbing your cheeks and squeezing aggressively “no matter what undeserving boys you go out on a date with, no matter who flirts with you. You’re mine, always have been and always will be” he moves you to straddle his lap before he stands up to move the two of you to the couch.

“So no more dates princess, no more other guys. Because i’m the only one who gets to have you. Is that clear?” he cocks his brow up at you and you nod in response before mumbling a quick “yes” to satisfy his need for confirmation and assurance.

He lifts your knee length dress up to your stomach before he gets to touching you, squeezing at your ass cheeks a little too hard for your liking but you secretly love the way he gets so rough with your body, the way he smacks both ass cheeks repeatedly until you wince from how sore he’s made you.

“God, these clothes drive me crazy. Ever since that first day i met you, i’ve wanted you and when you started working here, i was so desperate to fuck you as you wore these stockings and these heels. You’re so fucking hot, princess and you have no idea how crazy you drive me when you bend over, shoving this ass in my face”

He starts to kiss your neck, sloppy open mouthed kisses on the spot that has your back arching as you grip onto the back of his neck to steady yourself. He’s working you up all the more, turning the pool in your panties into a river. You’re dripping wet for him, desperate for him to just fuck your greedy pussy, desperate to clench down around his cock as he pounds into you.

“You’ve done it before Andy. Many times in fact”

His kisses halt as he smirks at you, that devilish look in his eyes. It always drives you wild “do it again, please, i need it” you beg pathetically and much to your surprise, he does exactly that. He takes your panties, tugging them to the side and playing with your soaked core a little as well as touching your bundle of nerves. You whine into the crook of his neck as you urge him to hurry before he eventually pulls his pants further down his legs to position himself at your entrance better. You don’t even have time to breathe before he’s knocking the air from your lungs as he fucks himself to the hilt inside of you.

The way his pace continues to pick up until it’s rendering on animalistic is causing you to let out the loudest and sexiest sounds, it’s like music to his ears but he can’t have anyone hearing this. He flips the two of you over so that you’re below him, your legs pushed back to your head and you hold them in place. His hand covers your mouth as he slides himself back in, not making any effort to start slow “you’d better be quiet or everyone’s going to know what a naughty little slut you are” he continues with rough snaps of his hips as he fucks into you with reckless abandon and causing the sweet music you make to vibrate onto his hand.

“Yeah, like this? Like the way i fuck this pretty little cunt?”

Thrust

“Bet his cock couldn’t even touch what mine does to you, the way you cry out for more and scream my name every time. The way i can make you cum with just my words and my fingers. God, such a dirty little girl for me, ain’t that right, princess?”

Satisfied hums follow his questions along with a frantic nod as you feel the coil tightening in your stomach, like a knot twisting and pulling, you’re so unbelievably close that you can almost taste the impending orgasm. “Don’t make a fucking sound when i move my hand, okay?” again you nod in response and he moves his hand, smiling down at you with adoration in his eyes before moving his hand to your aching sex. His fingers pressing down onto your bundle of nerves, rubbing firm circles on it and as soon as your walls flutter around him, he knows your close.

“Gonna cum, huh? Gonna make a mess all over my cock? My filthy girl, go on baby, cream all over me”

Just like that, along with his permission you let everything go, allowing yourself to really feel the pleasure. Your walls flutter around him again and again and each time he pulls out of you he spots your juices as they cover his cock beautifully. The sight alone has his hips snapping harder, the sound of his skin slapping against yours bounces off of the walls in his office and you accidentally let out a lewd moan that he swallows with his kiss as you wrap your legs around him to pull him closer “cum for me daddy” your encouragement sends his entire world spinning as his thrusts stagger. 

His cock jolts inside of you, twitching like crazy before his cream fills you up deliciously, painting your walls in thick ropes. You arch your back as your arms wrap around his neck. You need to feel his lips on yours.

He kisses you so hard that your teeth clash, making the two of you chuckle into each others mouths before attempting again. This time his tongue forces it’s way past your lips, battling with yours as he rides the two of you through your dramatic and intense highs.

Once his hips still and he pulls out, he flops down next to you. The two of you are nothing but a panting mess. Chests rising and falling along with your erratic heart beats.

“I love you too” he confesses, making you gasp as you turn your head to look at his spent body, the way his eyes meet yours and tears pool in them has your eyes doing the same.

“Andy”

“I’m not finished. I’ve felt this connection with you since the day i first met you, it caught me completely off guard. When we made the deal for it to be just friends, i was upset. I wanted a lot more but i know i wasn’t ready just yet. But the way you’d draw out laughter from me that no one else has ever been able to and the way you’d boss me around only made my feelings grow. Then we fucked and it was like confirmation to me that i was well and truly screwed. But i kept coming back for more because it was like an addiction, i had to have you in any way that was possible and if sex was the only way then i’d have stayed single forever just to keep you close. I’d have done anything to be able to hold your body and kiss your neck and make you feel good. If doing that as just your fuck buddy was the only way then so be it. But i got to a point where just fucking you wasn’t enough. I wanted something real with you. So on Saturday-” before he can even finish you sigh, sitting up.

“You came to tell me how you felt? Andy, why didn’t you just say that earlier?” you don’t know how to feel right now. You’re so consumed by emotions that your head is spinning. One one hand you’re angry, annoyed and upset that he kept this from you and didn’t just tell you he felt the same when you confessed how you felt. But then on the other hand you’re relieved and happy that he does feel the same. This was never some unrequited love, it’s always been reciprocated and real. 

All the lingering stares you’d catch, all of the compliments thrown your way and the insults hurled at random guys who’d ogle you whenever you were out in public with him or whenever another guy at work would take an interest.

“I saw you with that guy Y/N and i broke down. Then today, i expected you to come in and talk to me about it but instead you sat down at your desk, acted normal and didn’t say a word. I was hurt that you’d keep this from me. I know we both felt these things and i know both of us were unaware of the feelings being reciprocated but you still didn’t tell me you’d even thought about seeing other people and i guess i just expected more from you, more honesty”

He���s right. You don’t have it in you to argue because he’s right. He might have had his reasons for hiding his true feelings but you hid your date from him and that’s a lot worse. How was he supposed to just come out with it when all he could think of was you with Ashley.

“You’re right. I was wrong, i didn’t even think about the effect it would have and i was selfish. To tell you the truth i only went out with that guy because i was trying to move on from you, i didn’t want to keep feeling this strongly with no possibility of you feeling the same so i did the first thing i knew to do, date some other guy”

Andy can’t say he isn’t relieved to hear you admit that preppy college boy means nothing to you but it’s bitter sweet, you saying that you thought your feelings were one sided so you wanted to move on to avoid getting hurt further makes him hurt too. You’ve always meant more to him than just some friendship or some steamy sex. You’re the first woman he’s even looked twice at since Laurie and that means a whole lot more than you’ll ever know or understand.

“So what now?” you ask, puppy dog eyes showing as you await his response.

“I know it’s a bit backwards but how about a date tomorrow?”

God, he really is so handsome, so sweet. His deep and raspy chuckles make you giggle along with him as you straddle him once again, crashing your lips to his, his beard scratching at your face just the way you like.

He pulls away for a second “is that a yes?” once more you shake your head, tutting at him “a thousand times yes, Mr Barber. Yes i’ll go out with you” he wraps his arms around you as he pulls you flush against his suit clad torso, kissing you eagerly and smiling into it. He finally got the girl.

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Night Shift > Andy Barber

PAIRING; Dark!Andy Barber x black!reader

WORD COUNT; 4,798

WARNINGS; NON-CON ELEMENTS, DUB-CON SEX, BOOK SPOILERS/POSSIBLE SHOW SPOILERS

 ► PART TWO  | ► SERIES MASTERLIST

NOTE; it’s hereeeeeee! As for the spoilers, I was trying to avoid them in this, but seeing as Andy is very obviously married in the book and show, I didn’t want this to be a cheating fic (I do have some standards, lol), but I didn’t want it to be an AU either. So, if you don’t want to know what happens in the book or what could possibly happen in the show, I’d stay away from this one. Sorry guys, I did try. I wanted the effects of what Andy has been through to be the reason why this is a dark!fic and why he’s dark!... if that makes sense.

As always, if non-con/dub-con isn’t your thing, stay away. YOU are responsible for what you consume. If you’ve made it this far in my author’s note, you’ve been warned multiple times about the nature of this fic.

It’s late. There is currently one, that’s right, one person in the South Street Diner. He ordered a black coffee and has been sipping on it for the last thirty minutes as he reads a day old newspaper. It’s weird, he’s weird, but you’re getting used to the weirdness of the overnight shift. The silence and stillness of it. 

It’s just you and Belle on the floor, with Steve manning the kitchen. Belle is currently washing dishes as you lean over the counter, your head buried in your psychology book. You tap your pencil mindlessly as you read, occasionally lifting your eyes to the black coffee drinker. He’s content, and so are you, so you return your attention back to your book, underlining random passages and jotting down notes.

The door chimes after a few minutes and you lift your eyes again but instantly lose your breath. You stand up straight as you link eyes with a tall, stern looking man. He blinks at you, his deep blue-green eyes devoid of any real emotion. His lips are set in a straight line, his shoulders broad. He’s oddly dressed for the two in the morning. A navy blue sport coat covers a dark button down shirt, which covers another dark undershirt. His jeans are dark and tight, his feet in an expensive pair of leather boots. His dark beard, paired with his dark hair and dark outfit completely matched the dark mood that suddenly overtakes the diner. 

He looks oddly familiar to you, you can’t - or don’t want to - put your finger on it. You stare at each other for a few beats. An instant chill runs down your spine as a strange uncertainty sets in the pit of your stomach. You swallow hard and point nervously towards one of the tables after a few seconds of him just staring at you and not saying anything. He immediately moves in the direction of your finger, finally taking his eye off you to stalk towards a table. 

You shut your psych book and run your hands down the front of your apron. You grab a menu and a set of silverware before stepping out from behind the long counter. You take a breath and move up to the side of the table, sliding the menu in front of him before setting the silverware next to his left wrist. 

“Morning,” you say softly, “Can I start you off with a water, or a coffee or anything?”

He doesn’t look up at you. He just flips through the menu and says, “Coffee. Black.”

You nod and offer another smile, “Be right back.”

You check on the other coffee drinker, asking if he needs a refill before you slip back behind the counter to start another pot. You flip your eyes towards Belle as she emerges by your side, tapping your hip playfully.

“You need some help babe?” She asks as she plops the bucket of clean silverware on the counter.

“No, I’m okay.”

You feel her eyes on you for a few seconds, “You okay? Did something happen?”

“No, no. I’m fine. Just, that guy over there is kinda creeping me out but, it’s me, not him.”

She peers over at his table as you set the coffee pot on the brewer. You hear her gasp, before she slaps you on your shoulder and steps into you a little closer, “Do you know who that is?” She whispers.

You shift your eyes to his table before moving them back to the short blonde, “No.”

She clicks her teeth before resting her hand on her hip, “That’s Andy Barber.”

“Okay?” You shrug, not recognizing that name.

“Girl, come on. Have you been living under a rock for the past year?”

You roll your eyes, “Did you forget I was in Dallas for the last year?”

“Bitch, this was national news. His kid was indicted for first degree murder. They found some kid's body in the park, his son Jacob’s  fingerprints were found on the kid’s jacket.”

“Oh shit.” You say in disbelief as your eyes widen, “I remember now. I thought he looked familiar.”

She shakes her head, pursing her lips as she glances back over at him, “Some crazy shit went down. Long story short, this pedo that lived in their neighborhood ended up killing himself and confessing to the murder in his suicide note. Barber’s kid gets off, but a few weeks after the trial ended, and get this,” she says, dropping her voice even lower, “The mom and the kid are out one day, get into a car accident, and they both die.”

You gasp, “Oh my god.”

“I know, right! So, you know my brother is a cop right? So, he says, that the belief in the department is that the mom wrecked her car on purpose, like she was trying to kill herself and the kid. There were no skid marks like she tried to stop, no other vehicles were involved, all of the witnesses say that it really weird how she just veered off the road suddenly.” She shakes her head again, her pony tail swaying back and forth as she starts to wrap up sets of silverware, “I think she knew little Jacob wasn’t as innocent as they were trying to make him seem.”

You rest your hand on your chest as your mind processes what Belle just relayed to you, “That’s awful Belle. I feel terrible for him.”

“Girl, don’t.” She says, “He hasn’t helped his case one bit. He’s been a raging asshole to everybody in this town ever since. He’s been arrested two or three times for beating the shit out of folks just for looking at him.”

You scoff, turning back towards the coffee maker as it beeps loudly. You take the pot off of the burner and grab two mugs before pouring the dark liquid, “I’m sure the people of this town haven’t been on their best behavior either. I mean shit, he lost his son and his wife, he’s just supposed to walk around like Mr. Rogers?”

She slaps you lightly with her towel as you walk past, “That bleeding heart of yours is gonna get you in trouble one day.”

You smile warmly as you slide one of the cups in front of the guy with the paper and then move towards your second table. You carefully sit the mug in front of him but can’t help wringing your hands within one another. 

“Are you ready to order or do you need a few more minutes?” Your voice is softer and less confident than what you anticipated. You clear your throat and force a smile onto your face to try and regain some of your composure. 

“Egg and cheese sandwiches.” He says gruffly, handing the menu back to you.

He locks eyes with you and your breath hitches in your throat. His eyes are piercing - cold even, as they stare up at you. You quickly avert your glance from his and clear your throat again as an uneasiness washes through you. You tuck a wild curl behind your ear as your eyes dart around his table. He’s still staring at you though, his eyes dipping down your face and to your chest before sending them back up to yours. 

You clear your throat again, “Um, you get a choice of a meat. Sausage, bacon, ham?”

You reach for the menu that he still holds in his hands and start to pull it from him. He tightens his grip on it, causing you to shoot your scared eyes back to his. Your lips part as shaky breaths force their way out of your nose and mouth. Your eyes get wide as you stare back at him, unable to blink or take them off of him. He cocks his head, his eyes drifting down your body again before the smallest hint of a smirk flashes on his lips. 

He lets go of the menu suddenly and your hand snaps back towards your chest. You hiss sharply as you jump, completely unaware of just how hard you were grasping on to it. 

“Bacon.” Is all he mutters before he grabs for his coffee and takes a sip. 

You don’t even answer. You just turn on your heel and rush back behind the counter. You push past Belle, who gives you her I told you so eyes and relay his order to Steve.

“Didn’t I tell you?”

“Shut up, Belle.”

When his sandwiches are ready, you convince Belle to take them over to him. You start wrapping up silverware sets behind the counter, purposefully trying to keep your eyes cast down, but even that doesn’t help. You still feel his eyes on you as he eats slowly. You swallow hard, trying to focus, but the unease flushes through you again. 

You can’t help but glance up at him every now and again, finding his intense stare on you. He doesn’t even look away when you catch him. He just blinks slowly and raises his sandwich to his mouth, taking a bite. He leans back into the seat and chews slowly, all the while blinking back at you. You drop your eyes to the silverware in front of you and chew on the inside of your cheek. Just eat your fucking sandwiches and leave already.

Belle takes care of him for the rest of his stay. She refills his coffee and brings him a glass of water, before putting in another order of home fries for him. You do everything you can to stay busy and ignore him, and when you finally see him hand Belle some cash and stand, a sense of relief floods through every inch of your body. 

You hear his heavy feet carry him past the counter and your eyes defy your mind one last time. You flip them up and watch as he pushes out of the door, the chime ringing through the small diner again. You follow him as he walks past the windows, his head down as he moves. You blink and turn your head quickly as a loud clang sounds behind you. You return your attention back to the window and gasp loudly when you find him watching you through the window. 

You drop the silverware in your hand to the floor as he stares at you. He cocks his head again and lifts his hand to wiggle his fingers at you as a slow smile creeps on to his face. 

“Girl,” Belle says, pushing through the door from the kitchen, “What is wrong with you?”

You keep your eyes on him as he walks off into the night. You shake your head and blink quickly, as if trying to rid him from your memory, “N-nothing. I just dropped, um, I just dropped some forks, that’s all.”

She pulls out a twenty from her apron and hands it to you, “This is from your boyfriend, by the way.”

“What?” You ask, slightly annoyed as she laughs and pushes it into your hand.

“Mr. Barber left you a tip.”

“Belle,” You sigh.

“I mean it! He told me specifically to give it to you.” She tickles your sides but you swat her hands away, “He liked you.”

“Shut the hell up.” You grumble as she continues to laugh. 

The clock strikes three thirty am. You grab the plate of french fries that Steve made for you and pour yourself a Sprite before you head out the back and into the parking lot. You glance around, like you usually do, making sure there aren’t any weirdos hanging out before you push over towards your car. You set your Sprite and fries on the hood as you fumble around your jacket pocket for your keys.

You gasp suddenly as an arm wraps around your waist and a hand clasps over your mouth. You start to fight, trying to twist and turn but it’s to no avail. He pulls you with ease as you struggle against him back to his car, his feet scraping against the ground. You hear a door swing open, before you’re thrown into the back seat. You push up onto your hands and scramble towards the opposite door, slamming your back into it. 

The man slides into the seat next to you and slams the door shut before the deafening sound of the locks slamming down into place rings through the car. Your chest heaves as deep, audible breaths fall from your lips and fill the otherwise silent car. You keep your eyes squarely on him as they cloud over with tears and your chin starts to tremble. 

“Please don’t hurt me,” you beg softly as a hot tear slips down your cheek, “I’m not alone. There’s people in there that’ll-”

Your words come to a halt. He doesn’t move. He just sits there, his hands clasped within one another, his head down. Your breathing gets harder after a few minutes pass and nothing happens. He lifts his head and you tense immediately, pulling your legs into your chest, but he still doesn’t move. He bites the inside of his cheek as he stares out of the window.

“I’m not gonna hurt you.”

His voice is low and deep, the words coming to you slowly. Your mouth drops open slightly as your eyes scan the side of his face. He drops his head again to look at his hands before he turns towards you. You lock eyes with an all too familiar pair. Andy Barber stares back at you, but unlike earlier, there’s something brewing in them. Sadness maybe… you aren’t sure. 

“I just hate the fucking way people look at me,” he says after a few tense seconds, “You’re scared of me? I scare you?”

You blink and another tear slips down your cheek, “You just grabbed me and pulled me into your car.”

“Before this.” He rushes, “When I walked into the diner. When you took my order… You took one look at me and already had your mind made up.”

“I-”

“I heard you and that little bitch in there,” he cuts you off, “I never killed anybody, but yet, people look at me like I’m a monster. Like I’m the one that killed that boy.”

“I defended you,” you spit back roughly, your body twitching in fear, “I told her what happened to you was awful, so you didn’t hear everything you thought you did.”

He stares you, his eyes searching yours intently like he’s trying to tell if you’re telling him the truth. They bounce around your face, making several stops at your lips before he speaks again, “Then why are you afraid of me?” He asks slowly.

You glance away from him for the first time in several minutes. Your breaths are still heavy, your eyes still watery, but something inside of you starts to shift, “You’re intimidating.”

You lift your eyes back to his in time to see him smile, but it’s not a happy one or deranged. It’s kinda sad. He scoffs before he looks off out of the window again, “I never in my life had someone tell me I was intimidating, you know that? In fact, people used to tell me that I was one of the easiest people they’d ever spoken to.” He looks back at you and smiles again, “I prided myself on that. I liked that about me.” He drops his head again, “But that was before. Now I’m just some angry, intimidating asshole who raised a murderer and drove his wife to wrap her car around a tree.”

You sit in shock as he mumbles more to himself than to you. Why is he telling you this? Maybe he just needs someone to talk to? Why you, a random waitress at an all night diner? Belle was right, your bleeding heart is going to get you in serious trouble. But, as he talks, you start to feel bad for him all over again. He’s not coping well, obviously. He’s yearning for some human interaction - but also needs to realize that throwing someone in the back of your car and locking them in isn’t the best way to ask for a little attention.

You relax just a bit, not enough to be caught off guard, but enough to where your breathing starts to return to normal. You drag your eyes down his frame, taking in the defeated language written all over it. He brings his head back up and turns those eyes back towards yours to link them again. He blinks, and you blink back before you swallow hard.

“You were trying to scare me.” You say weakly, “The menu, staring at me through the window… people treat you like an asshole because you act like an asshole.”

He huffs, but a smile spreads on his lips again, “That’s why I can’t get a date then?”

A shiver runs through you and your body twitches again, “Possibly.” You enunciate slowly.

He laughs at your response. It’s a full laugh, like one he’s been holding in for a while. He drags his hands up his thigh and cuts his eyes back towards you, “I like you. Even when you’re scared, you’ve got heart.”

You stare at each other again as the seconds tick by. Then, without warning, he lunges towards you, crashing his lips to yours. He kisses you hard as he pulls your body into his, holding your arms as you try to push him away. You turn your head in protest, moaning loudly against his mouth as you try and push away but he’s so strong. He tightens his grip on your arms, holding them firmly in his grasp as he smacks on your lips. 

He leans back as suddenly as he first rushed in and locks eyes with you again. They’re wide and wild - bouncing quickly between yours. His mouth hangs open as he pulls in deep breaths. His grip on your arm loosens just a touch and you rip your limb from his grasp, slapping him hard across the face. 

You don’t try to run. You just sit there, your hand stinging from the contact with his face. Your eyes are just as wide, just as wild as he hisses in pain. He swears loudly as he drops open his mouth, working his jaw back and forth before he shakes his head quickly. He looks back up at you, another short, breathy laugh pushing through his lips.

He pulls you into him again and kisses you, but this time, you really don’t fight back. You moan a little as he pushes his chest into yours and thrusts his tongue into your mouth. You allow him to push you down onto the seat and let him settle between your legs. Your mind races as his hands push and pull at your body, squeezing your breasts, gripping your sides, cupping your sex through your jeans. You're shaky and scared, but yet, you’re not. Your stomach is tight, your nipples hard, your pussy now wet and achy, wanting to be touched.

Your heart thumps against your chest as he bites down on your neck. You shriek as the pain rips through you and dig your fingernails into his arm. He leans up and keeps his eyes on yours as he pops the button of your jeans. He undoes the zipper and yanks the thick material down your hips and legs until they bunch at your ankles. He pulls at the buttons of your pale yellow shirt carefully, undoing each one before it falls open, revealing your white tank top. He thrusts it up over your breasts and pulls at the cups of your bra until your breasts fall out of it. 

He drops his hands to his sides and just looks you up and down, drinking you in. He spreads his fingers out over your stomach and just sort of rubs them along your skin -  he hasn’t felt the warmth of a woman in a long time. He fingers dance down to your panties, tracing them with his index finger from hip to hip. He then slides his finger down your slit slowly, feeling your wetness through the silk. 

He continues running his finger the length of your pussy and lifts his eyes back to yours. He pushes his hand underneath the material and drags his fingers through your folds. He sucks his bottom lip into his mouth when you shiver and the smallest, daintiest moan sneaks out through your lips. He coats his fingers with your natural lubricant and then brings them to his nose, taking a deep whiff, letting your scent fill his head. 

“God, you smell good.” He mutters.

His words are slurred, like he’s gotten drunk off of your smell. You watch as he rubs his cock through his jeans, pushing his hips into his hand slightly. Your breath starts to rush faster as you watch him, your cunt tightening at the sight. You reach forward and wrap your fingers around his thigh. 

You watch as he pops the button to his jeans and pulls the zipper down. He slides his jeans down his hips, pulling his hard cock free. He starts stroking himself as he returns his gaze to you. He palms your right breast in his free hand, squeezing your flesh firmly as he sweeps his fingers over the head of his cock before he slides his palm back down his thick shaft. A drop of cum spills from his slit and splashes against your stomach as he hand fucks himself above you. 

He moans again and releases your breast from his hand to pull at your panties. He pushes them down your thighs and leans down over you, letting the tip of his cock graze against your heat. He slips his dick through your folds and runs it the length of your clit and your opening, making you squirm underneath him. 

You grab his forearms as he starts to push at your slit, his cock finally breaking into you. You gasp and hiss as his girth spreads you open. You lift your hips, twisting them slightly as you slam your eyes closed. He’s easily the biggest you’ve encountered in your short years. It hurts - but in a good way. 

“Fuck,” he growls as he pulls out of you and then pushes back in, “Goddamn, baby. This is fuckin’,” his garbled words are fast and airy, not really making sense as they drop away.

You lick your lips as his hips dip into yours over and over and over again. Your wet muscles envelope him firmly, stretching and flexing with each of his thrusts, driving your octave higher and higher. He fucks you slow - like he’s savoring it- wanting to etch the feeling of your pussy into his skin so it’ll last him another year. 

Each push of his hips feels better and better, little explosions erupting throughout your body. You can hear how wet you are, the squish of his flesh pushing into you filling the car. You don’t ever remember feeling like this. The fear, the anxiety - the lust - all mixing and melting together, creating a weird sexual concoction. You feel like you’re high - slightly nauseous and completely out of control, but you look forward to what comes next. 

His thrusts get harder and deeper, faster as the minutes roll by. You gaze up at his eyes that have closed into slits. His mouth hangs open as quick, light puffs of air push out onto your face. He drops his head, his beard scratching your chin and lips. He smells good - clean, expensive. It grounds him for you, makes him human. It gives you a glimpse into the man he used to be. 

He falls on top of you, crushing his chest to yours as he grabs onto the ends of your naturally curly hair. He pulls hard, and you grunt as pain rips through your scalp. He starts to grunt as he pushes roughly into your body, his hips starting to falter.  He sucks your breast into his mouth, teasing your thick nipple with his tongue. He then moves to your chin, biting down on softly before he returns to your thick lips. 

He kisses you again. He smacks on your lips, pulling your bottom lip with his teeth before he lets it smack back against your face. He continues to nibble on your lips as he fucks into you as hard as he can, mumbling dirty epithets into your mouth as he tries to get himself off. 

You can feel the dull pull in your stomach and each slam of his hips into yours brings your orgasm closer and closer to the surface. You start to whine, digging your nails into his back as your legs start to shake. He fucks into once, twice, three more times and your orgasm flushes through you. Your toes curl, your breath hitches, your eyes slam shut as it rips a path through your body. 

Your pussy quakes and contracts around him, pulling out a deep, long grunt from him. Within seconds, you’re full of his spunk. Long, hot ribbons spill from his slit and coat your walls as he continues to pump his hips through it. You squeeze your muscles around him as he comes, wanting every last drop, every last string of silk. 

He drops his forehead to yours as his hot breath washes over your face. He focuses his breathing, pushing it purposefully out through his teeth before he drags in another deep breath. Before you can get used to his weight on top of you, he pushes up and away from you. He pulls out of you unceremoniously and falls back into the seat next to you. 

Embarrassment instantly flushes through you - your body warms, your eyes start to dart around the car as you reach for your panties and jeans. You sit up and readjust your breasts into your bra before nervously pushing your tank top back down. You cast your eyes to your shaky hands as your button up your shirt and then cross your arms over your chest, sinking into yourself. 

You feel like he’s mad at you or something, disgusted with you now that it’s over. You feel stupid for feeling bad for him. He is just a fucking asshole. He pushes open the door and slides out, waiting by the back of his car for you to emerge. You get out slowly, keeping your eyes away from his as you cross your arms over your chest protectively again. You jump when he slams the door shut to the black Audi and crosses behind it towards the drivers side without a word. 

You take a step back as the car roars to life and the reverse lights light up the dark parking lot. Your eyes water again as he backs out of the spot and drives off, without a second glance. You stand there in shock. You stare at his car as the break lights get smaller and smaller and then finally disappear. You blink into the darkness as your mind races. Your phone vibrates in your pocket, dragging you back into the present. You pull it out, and the time flashes against your screen. Break’s over. 

You drag your body back to your car, grabbing the cold french fries and watered down Sprite off of the roof. You toss the items into the garbage and push back into the small diner, swallowing hard as you make a b-line for the bathroom before anyone can notice you. You turn on the water and splash your face a few times before you wipe the droplets away. Your eyes are red and a little puffy, but it’s cold outside, you can use that and your seasonal allergies as an excuse. 

You take a final deep breath before running your hand over your hair, smoothing it down. You blink back at yourself in the mirror and then turn on your heel and move back out onto the floor. 

“You okay?” Belle asks.

You smile and nod, “Yeah, it’s cold as fuck outside.”

“Ugh, I know. I hate winter. I’m gonna take a quick smoke, okay? Be back in a flash.”

You just nod and smile again, grabbing a towel before walking out towards the tables and booths. Every time you start to think about what just happened, you push it away, zeroing your focus in on cleaning the table tops. You think about school. You think about getting home and taking a shower before climbing into bed. You think about the assignments you have due tomorrow. You won’t think about Andy Barber again. 

You’ll never see Andy Barber again.

Until you do.

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"Y/n! Y/N LOOK OUT!"

The only times you ever heard Hugo Stiglitz was grumbling under his breath, or muttering a forced 'thank you' if you treated him for a wound, or handed him some food.

You never heard him shout like that before.

It shocked you for a moment.

Then you realized what he was yelling about.

A nazi seemed to rise from the dead, covered in his own blood, a bullet through his eye, as he hit you on the back of the head with a rock.

You were stunned, a dull pain shocked you as the world around you began to gray, and blood trickled down your neck. You stumbled.

You heard gunfire around you seem to be echoing from miles away. The basterds' and nazis' voices seemed to be a battle field  away. You fell.

"Y/N!? Y/N?!" You looked up, and saw nothing.

Nothing.

"Y/N SAY SOMETHING!"

You couldn't see, but you knew that voice. You heard that sense of urgency and anxiety every time something went wrong on a mission.

"Smitty?!" You blinked, desparately hoping you'd see him again... He was your best friend, after all...

You felt someone hold on to you. His hands were shaking. They were covered in something dark and vengeful.

Blood...

His or yours or a nazi's, you didn't know.

But he held onto you.

"Smitty, I-I'm fucking blind..."

"No, no, no, don't say that, it's ok, you just...you got blood in your eyes, that-" You felt his hand against your face.  He was wiping blood that had trickled into your eyes, but it didn't change a thing.

"Smitty, no...I..I can't see..."

You realized the gunfire was beginning to stop. You could hear a final distant thud from a bloody baseball bat.

Your heart raced, you started panicking, "SMITTY. I CAN'T- I CAN'T FUCKING-"

"Sh, sh, it's...It's gonna be ok, relax, sh...." You felt his arms wrap around you...

You let tears slip onto his shoulder.

No one, not a single nazi, or basterd had ever seen you cry, and it was disconcerting to the basterds in the distance.

Frightening, even.

To the point where they all knew something had indeed gone horribly wrong, it wasn't just Utivich being dramatic.

You heard muffled crunching leaves behind you under a boot. Someone rested a hand on your back awkwardly, for a few seconds, giving tentative taps. You heard a low voice, "Ja....It's ok..."

Hugo pulled his hand away as if you were a piping hot stove, unsure how to react at all.

He’d already done what he was trained to do: Killed the nazi that almost killed you....but even to Hugo Stiglitz, that wasn’t enough.

You heard someone running close. "ALDO WANTS TO...Wh..What's going on?!" Hirschberg came to a halt a few meters away, confused at the sight.

For the past two years, the basterds had an ongoing secret bet about whether you'd end up with Donny, or Aldo. They'd had brawls over you...not that you knew of, because if you did, you would literally kill them.

And there you were, in Smithson Utivich's arms...What confused Hirschberg even more was the fact that Hugo was touching you...no, comforting you (in his own way, of course...)

Then he realized it.

You were hurt...

The next few hours were a daze, lost to the winds.

You woke up in a bed, assuming the basterds had brought you back to the inn you were currently all hiding out in.

The instant you stirred, you felt a hand on your shoulder.

Wicki's voice was soft, almost lamentful, "Stay. You need to rest..."

"W-Wicki...is it ever gonna come back?"

Wicki, Donny, and Aldo turned to each other. They had hoped you'd gotten your eyesight back when you woke up.

"...Just rest for now, mausebar." Wicki, along with Hirschberg, Smitty, and Andy were in the camp betting you would end up with Donny. Wicki tended to call you mausebar, something Hugo (who was betting on Aldo) once begrudgingly explained to you: A german term of endearment. It meant mouse-bear. Clearly, Wicki alluded to the differences between you and the Bear Jew...a bit 'in the face' but Aldo and Donny never caught on.

Just as well.

The bet was a bit heated, at times causing factions amongst the basterds, not that you noticed.

God.

If you'd noticed, they'd all be done for, and they knew it.

They all cared about you...

Even Hugo.

While you were still asleep, Wicki was bandaging the gash on the back of your head, and Donny and Aldo managed to call a truce.

For your sake.

You felt a hand slip into yours, and give a tight, reassuring squeeze. The hand was rough from calluses, years of blistering winters and endless fighting. Wicki reassured you, "I'll be outside if you need anything. Donny and Aldo are here, ok?"

You nodded, and felt Wicki's hand slip away from yours, "Don't kill them, mausebar."

You smiled a little, which calmed everyone in the room down a little, including yourself.

You heard Aldo ask, "How do you feel, little lady?"

"How long's it been?" They could have said twenty years, and you would have believed it.

"You feel ok? We can get you a d-"

"How long's it been?" Your tone came off more forceful than you intended, but you couldn't help it. You felt trapped...

"Just a day, darlin'. Don't worry, everything's gon' be alright, darlin'."

Donny let it slide the first time Aldo called you 'darlin'  But twice?

What happend to the truce?

Donny sat by you.

Aldo shot him a glare.

You tried to stay calm. You may have been blind, but you weren't oblivious.  You could tell there was some tension around you.

You tried to change the subject, "What's the day like?"

Aldo sat on your left, opposite of Donny, and held your hand...

Normally, Donny would have been infuriated...But he didn't want to hurt you.

He wanted to make you feel better, even if Aldo was part of it.

"Sky's about as perty as it's ever been. Spring's rollin' in. Got plenty of clouds here and there, bright blue sky, just like the 'un in the Smoky Mountains."

Donny rolled his eyes, there he went again with the goddamn Smoky Mountains.

Donny smirked, "Kinda cold...bit like Boston this time of year. Not freezing, just enough to wanna stay in."

Aldo glanced away to hide his scowl...

When he turned back, he found your head was resting in Donny's lap as he ran his hands through your hair.

That would have infuriated Aldo, but he knew it calmed you down, and if there was anything you needed, it was to stay calm.

Both the sergeant and lieutenant were relieved to see a soft smile on your face as you heard about the day.

You got a melancholic feeling when they talked about the rest of the boys' nazi hunting.

They looked at each other... stories and summaries weren't enough. You were upset, and lonely, and they knew it.

You broke the silence with  a question they didn't have an answer to themselves, "What's gonna happen?"

They both stalled for a second, then Donny asserted, "You're gonna get better, that's what, kid."

You grimaced...that was far from what you thought was going to happen.

Aldo nodded, though you couldnt' see, you felt his grip get a little tighter around your hand, "You're a basterd. You have to."

"I'm blind."

Aldo smirked.

You could hear the smirk in his voice, "You're the goddamn reason this team hasn't fallen apart."

You spoofed...he wasn't wrong....And that was what worried you. "Yeah...and what happens when the OSS discharges me?"

They were quiet again.

They hadn't quite thought of that yet.

Donny then said the first thing that came to his mind, "You get to go home, you'd be safe."

You shook your head. You knew he meant well, but that felt like a nail in your heart. "I don't get to go home, I get to be a fuckin' burden on my mother."

Donny rested his hand on your cheek, "Hey, you ain't a burden to anyone."

Aldo said, "Besides, what's all this talk about goin' home? This may not even be permanent. Doc we got for you said so."

You didn't say a word.

You didn't have to.

They could read you like a book.

Donny tried to make you feel better, "Hey, come on kid. You're a basterd, for cryin' out loud. Krauts gave you a cool nickname, ya know? And-"

"That doesn't mean anything."

Aldo countered, "Means everything, Private L/N. You're one hell of a fighter."

You knew he meant you'd fight through it, but you couldn't help but feel like you'd hit rock bottom. "Not much of a fighter if I can't fucking see what I'm fighting."

"Hey." You heard a slight shift in his tone. The one he gave when he reminded the basterds who the fuck he was. "You still owe me twenty-seven scalps. You're not goin' anywhere. You joined my command, you took on a debit, one you owe me personally, ya remember that?"

You rolled your eyes, "Yeah, I remember. But, you gotta remember I'm now useless to the team."

Donny froze.

He couldn't stand that.

He stopped playing with your hair for a moment. "You're not fucken useless. Beethoven was fucken deaf, and people still listen to that guy's music." He shifted a little, "I'm more into Glenn Miller and all that, but...Anyway, you ever hear of Dr. John Nash? Guy's got schizophrenia, and he's a fucken genius. And for fuck's sake, y/n, the presiden't in a fucking wheelchair."

Aldo raised his eyebrow, "Donny, how do you...."

Donny shrugged off the questioning look. "My sister was born deaf, you know...She's the smartest kid I ever knew. You know what she does, y/n? Works in a navy base, breaking codes. Doc's got you checked out, and we don't know if it's permanent or not, but if it is, it doesn't mean a fucken thing. Doesn't mean there's anything wrong with you, you're still you, and I-" Donny caught himself...he was a man of his word (most of the time) and remembered the truce. "We...all love you, you're a fucken basterd, y/n, and nothing's ever gonna change that."

Aldo nodded, a bit stunned. Donny wasn't always the most articulate basterd...abd normally Aldo would have chewed him out for the truce,  but some things were more important.

You were..

To all of them. Every day, one basterd stayed with you until everyone else came back.  Then, Donny and Aldo would set aside their rivalry, sit down. And talk to you. They'd tell you about the mission, the scalps, and what the sky was like.

One day, they didn't.

Their rivalry almost cost them their lives.

And you knew it.

You got the rest of the basterds to talk.

Smitty tried to defend himself with a plate, hoping it would hold some worth between him and your wrath.

The rest of the basterds stood behind him.

He was your best friend...you'd have to get through him before you got to them..

Smitty was laughing nervously, still clinging onto the plate, "But you can see now...isn’t that-isn't that amazing?!"

You scowled, "The only reason I'm not killing any of you right now is because we almost lost Aldo and Donny."

You stormed past them.

You felt stupid for not realizing they had all been keeping it from you.

And even more because you couldn't figure it out on your own before.

You opened the door to the room where Aldo and Donny were resting.

Aldo mumbled, "Y/n? Y/n. You're here?"

You crossed your arms, "Yeah, and?"

Donny knew something was up,  "Uh...you...you look like...yourself today..." he could tell you were angry.

Didn't quite connect the dots yet.

Neither of them had.

You walked toward them, "Beautiful day out, boys." You looked at him, "It's a shame you almost never saw another one..."

Aldo and Donny smiled as they looked at each other, then you, "You can see again?"

"Mostly..." It wasn't as good as it was before, but you could manage, and you would be staying with the basterds. After all a basterd's work was never done.

You scowled as you crossed your arms and looked at your sergeant and lieutenant.

It appeared as if your work with those two was never ending.

Especially when Donny and Aldo tried to derail the conversation. Donny said "I...I bet you can't wait to get back out there with us, huh kid?"

You pulled a chair up between their beds.

"Yeah? And speaking of bets, what's this I hear about a bet between you boys?"

Donny and Aldo glanced at each other. For a moment they both were relieved that you were alright.

Then Donny smirked.

Aldo narrowed his eyes.

The truce was off.

It was every man for himself...normally they would have jumped at the nearest opportunity to try to win you over...

But...to Aldo the Apache, and the Bear Jew, you were currently the scariest person in the room. Seeing you smile again was all they wanted... Well... That, and to win the bet, each hoping to be the one to make you smile every day of your life.

As for yourself, you were annoyed. You crossed your arms and started walking out. You had a bone to pick with your entire team...and they knew it. "Y/n, wait." You sighed, "Sir?" Aldo was a bit taken back hearing you call him sir again. "What's the sky like?" You sighed again, and looked back at them. They both looked at you with wide eyes, waiting for answers, hoping to spend each day by your side. You knew things would settle between them at some point. For fuck's sake, it had to, or someone was really going to die some day... Everything would fall into place eventually...and you knew your place was there, with them. You did your best to tell them about the day, and get them to see the world through your eyes, and settle them down. But when they looked through your eyes, they remembered what they were fighting for. They remembered they were brothers in arms. And they remembered you came before their egos. Donny broke the silence, just as he drifted to sleep, his hand over his stomach, resting over the bandages covering his bullet wound, "You're....you're not mad, are you kid?" Aldo looked to you tentatively, waiting for an answer, waiting for some relief.

You sighed, and smiled softly, "No...No, everything's gonna be ok." That was all they could really hope for, until they found a way to end the war, until they could learn to see the world through your eyes, and learn to set aside their rivalry. That hope was all they had when they looked into your smiling eyes.

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in sisters, we seek strength

Summary: TJ finally talks to his sister.

Words: 2,193

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A/N: I wrote most of this back in July/August right after the last episode but it’s just been sitting in my drafts and I finally decided to finish it. I hope you enjoy!

TJ’s breath caught in his throat and he felt like he couldn’t move his chest at all- not to move his torso and definitely not to breathe. He stared at the door in front of him and stood waiting. For what? It’s not like there was anything scary behind the door. It was just his sister’s room. A room he had been in a thousand times before and would continue to go into even after today, but what he wanted to say; TJ’s rational mind didn’t win over his emotions, but the strength would come to him and he would knock on his sister’s door- hopefully.

A few times in the past few weeks TJ would pause in the hallway on the way to his own room. He would hear Amber’s music through the door and stand there for a second. He thought about knocking on the door- going in her room and talking to her. Actually talk to her without mean jabs or smart aleck quips, talk like they used to all the time. The only time they seem to do anything together anymore is when they talk about their parents, like when they both decided to get jobs to help out around the house. He wished they could talk about their lives again, or random things like the funny vines they saw that day or what their teacher did in class. TJ thought they had so much to catch up on, but what he wanted to say wasn’t something they had in common- it was something that he barely figured out himself.

One strained breath and he’s trying to calm himself down. TJ knows that his chest constricting was just his body reacting to the stress, Cyrus told him that when talking about anxiety and panic attacks. Of course Cyrus had all the information about anxiety and panic. Now maybe all the information was useful. The thought of having this conversation made TJ feel awful. It’s not even like Amber would do anything or say anything bad. This feeling though- TJ hated it. The last time he felt this much nervousness go through his body was after Reed, the watermelons, and the gun. Approaching Cyrus after all that happened made him feel like this- but the swings made it better. The swings and Cyrus made it better. Cyrus’s smile made it better.

Amber changed the song she was playing on her speaker and it brought TJ back to the hallway away from the park and the swingset. The tightness in his chest wasn’t going to get any better and TJ knew that the time was now.

He knocked on the door. The bubbly music came to an abrupt stop and TJ could hear Amber shuffling in her room. The door opened sharply and Amber was at the door. 

“Hey Teej. What’s up?” 

TJ wrung his hands. “Can I come in? I kinda wanna talk.”

Amber paused. TJ thought that maybe she wasn’t expecting a serious TJ at her door. A yell from Mom, maybe, or a peace offering from Dad. Amber stepped out of the door to let TJ walk in with a strange look. 

"What is it this time? Fail another math test? Or did you get another call from the school about your 'behavior'?" TJ sat down on the edge of her bed and Amber closed the door behind him. TJ rolled his eyes when he heard the comments. He hadn’t gotten in trouble at school in who knows how long, the only thing he did wrong in a while was fail his math class, but he managed to get that back up with one good test grade. TJ actually turned himself around, believe it or not, with the help of Cyrus, of course.

"No, actually. My last math test I got a C+.” Amber didn’t try to hide her surprise. It was a little mean maybe, but TJ didn’t expect less from his sister. She was so much smarter than him, obviously. She’s the one who skipped a grade, nonetheless. “I'm trying to be serious, Amber. I want to talk to you."

Amber's sly smirk dropped on her face. "Oh, crap. Is it Mom and Dad?"

 TJ breathed a laugh. "No, I actually think I saw them smile at each other today,” he paused and wiped the palm of his hands on his knees, feeling the denim on his hands. “It’s about me.”

Amber stopped. She sits down across from TJ also on the bed. She puts her hands open palm in front of her. It was an open invitation TJ understood: you can hold my hand if you want to or if you need to. Growing up together, especially as twins, they always had their own gestures, and their own meanings. TJ didn’t take the hand, he didn’t need it for now. “What’s up?”

“I, um, I wanted to tell you something about me.” Something I found out a while ago, something that I’m scared of. TJ took a deep breath, then let it sit in silence for a little bit. The words would come to his tongue then drift off again. He didn’t know if he could manage to say it.

Amber was waiting patiently. He honestly hadn’t said the words to himself yet. God, why did he have to knock on the door if he wasn’t ready. He wasn’t ready and now he’s sitting on Amber’s bed and she’s looking at him expectantly and- another breath. A deep breath that he tried to use to push back all the other thoughts. Rip it off like a band-aid.

“I, I’m gay. I think.”

Silence. The words hung in the air. There was a lump stuck in TJ’s throat. He wanted a hug, he wanted to cry, and he wanted to leave. He tried to take a deep breath through his nose, but it didn’t go all the way through and it came out as a sniffle.

“Oh TJ.” TJ felt Amber’s arms go around his neck in an embrace. TJ wrapped his arms around her waist and his face dug deep in her shoulder. She knows. Just a hug and TJ felt relief wash over his body in a great wave. She knows and she cares about me. He squeezed her waist to keep himself grounded- and she returned the pressure just as hard.

Without moving his head, TJ spoke into her hair. “I didn’t know how to tell you. I wanted to tell you so bad.”

Amber pulled away from TJ and stared at him in the eye. “TJ, you’re allowed to tell me anything. I don’t care if we haven’t talked in a while okay?” She cupped his face and used her thumb to wipe under his eye and over his cheekbone. “I’m your sister, that means more to me than anything you might think. Especially with how mom and dad have been lately.”

TJ took a deep and shaky breath, and let it exhale completely before he spoke. His anxiety was trying to settle in his bones, or dissipate from his body completely. Rationally, TJ knew he still had a lot to think about, but his sister was on his side, and that’s all that mattered right now.  “Thanks. It feels really good to tell you.”

Amber smiled at him and moved her hand from his neck to his hands. She squeezed them. “We need to catch up. What’s happening in your life? You passed a math class. I don’t remember that happening- ever.”

TJ laughed. That, that hasn’t happened ever. He’s been skating on high Ds in every math class in his life; that was until Cyrus told him that Mr. Coleman couldn’t fail him for dyscalculia and he actually got some extra tutoring help on the days he didn’t have basketball practice. “Yeah, my friend, Cyrus, knocked some sense into me and helped me set up tutoring sessions with Mr. Coleman, and we do our math homework together in the park. He explains everything pretty well.”

Amber scrunched her nose at the name drop, but it went into a smile easy enough. “I know Cyrus. He’s like that. He helps people. He’s helped me even when I didn’t deserve it.” Amber tossed her hair behind her. 

Yeah, Cyrus helped people, even when they didn’t deserve it. TJ knew that fact very well. When TJ was mean, pushing Cyrus away so that no one found out about his learning disability, Cyrus helped him. When TJ messed up and brought Cyrus to a dirt bike pit with an unhealthy side of firearms, Cyrus’s voice in TJ’s head was the one to tell him to call the police. Cyrus’s smile when TJ told him, you’re the only person I can talk to like this. All of it helped him- and TJ thought he was a better person because of Cyrus Goodman. “When did you start hanging out with Cyrus?”

“I met him when Buffy Driscoll, joined the boys basketball team. Buffy, Cyrus, and their friend Andi are all attached at the hip.”

Amber laughed. “Yeah, I know. They hang out with Jonah too, remember? My ex-boyfriend?” 

TJ’s face went slack. “I totally forgot you dated him.”

“Thanks for slacking, bro. Aren’t you supposed to protect me from all the boys that come my way?”

TJ was slacking. He hadn’t really talked with his sister in a long time, and the last time it wasn’t about themselves and their lives. It was what was happening around them and what they were going to do about it (last time they both decided to get jobs, Amber at the Spoon and TJ at the gym). He guessed when Amber moved up in grades they just sort of… dropped the ball. “I guess I have.”

“I won’t have any of that.” Amber told him. She let go of his hands and laid down on her bed, on her stomach. She put her head in her hands and waited. TJ waited for what she was going to do, but she just stared up at him with her blue eyes. 

After a moment, she patted her palm on the bed. TJ rolled his eyes. Understanding, TJ laid down on the bed too, but rather on his back with him facing the ceiling. 

“So tell me more, about your new friends- what’s going on with your life.”

“Um,” TJ thought about it. “I'm gonna ask Cyrus to do a costume together on costume day. I thought of a good one last night and I think he’s gonna like it.” TJ told her. Costume day was a big deal, at least at the middle school. People usually planned their costumes at least two weeks in advance. TJ hoped that Cyrus didn’t already have one because doing a costume with Cyrus- and inside joke only the two of them (and maybe Andi or Buffy) would understand. The thought made TJ smile.

“I remember costume day at was always really fun to be together with the people… you care about." Amber paused before she finished her thought. She could have said friend, but she didn't. that was something that TJ himself wasn't ready to unpack yet- Cyrus being not only a friend but one of 'the people he cares about'. "When do you plan on asking him?"

“I’m meeting him tomorrow in the park and I’m gonna ask. My idea is this inside joke we have- so I think he’s gonna like it.”

Amber rolled over so she was also on her back- but her head was resting on his rib cage. “I’m sure he’s gonna like it.”

TJ scoffed and raised his head to meet her gaze. “I didn’t even tell you what it was.”

“But, just from what you said I think Cyrus will say yes.”

TJ hoped he would, and he hoped it was a good idea. He didn’t want to make it a deal or anything, but TJ having a real friend was a deal, a big deal and he didn’t want to accidentally do the wrong thing and start them back from square one. Again.

“I hope so.”

A comfortable silence fell upon them. It was nice, not uneasy or mean, just them being comfortable in their presence with one another. TJ felt the comforter under his head and just thought one thing, I did it. One easy thing I could do, and I did. Any other people and that was a no go, even Cyrus, because even telling Amber he felt the weight of the world on his back, if there were any more he would have to see all of Cyrus parents- biological and step- just to put him back at ease. Just the thought of telling anyone else… TJ didn’t want to think about it.

“Amber?”

“Yeah?”

“I know it probably goes without saying but, you’re the first person I told- and no one else knows-”

“I get it, don’t worry. Zipped lips.” 

“Thanks.” TJ took a deep breath. 

“No problem.”

TJ waited a beat. He wanted to make sure Amber understood him. “Thank you.”

Amber patted a part of his leg she could reach, “Always.”

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Tuesday (Part One)

This morning TJ wakes up intentionally early. He’d even set an alarm to make sure he’d have ample time to get ready. On his way out of his room, he pauses, one hand on the door handle and glances at the list on the same spot he’d left it last night on his desk. He’d studied it for so long that he’d memorized it. There was almost no need for it, except the satisfaction of crossing out the ones he’d already tried. Since everything had gone so wrong yesterday, he might as well get satisfaction from something.

TJ finally exits the room and shuts the door behind him as slowly as possible to avoid making any noise. It’s only 6:46 AM so his sister, Amber, is still asleep, even though classes at her high school start earlier than his. The house is very quiet and the only audible sounds are coming from downstairs where his mom must be making her breakfast before leaving for a long day of work. 

He tiptoes just as carefully to the bathroom and turns on the light. One look at his face in the mirror and he knows he’s not completely awake yet. He rubs his eyes with the back of both hands, hoping it will help. Then, he turns on the faucet and fills his hands with as much cold water as they can hold before splashing it onto his face. After a quick wipe with the nearest towel, he’s ready to get work.

When he got home yesterday, the first thing he did was figure out a way to undo the fiasco of his morning attempts at flirting, not without spending a significant amount feeling guilty about avoiding Cyrus the rest of the day. It’s for the better, he’d thought to himself. I don’t wanna make this any worse than it already is. Not that it was even physically possible.

At his desk, he’d come up with a foolproof plan with no room for disastrous improvisation. Since number 3 and number 5 on the list were both essentially about style, he figured he’d try them on the same day. Three: Play with your jewelry. Five: Try different hairstyles.

The second part seems easy enough. That’s why he currently standing in front of his bathroom mirror, trying to figure out a hairstyle that Cyrus would notice, but in a good way. Usually, his hair is styled all the way with as much gel as he can get away with without it gross. He nervously runs a hand through it, unsure of what to next. Soon enough, he pulls out his phone and makes himself comfortable on the toilet seat.

After several minutes of scouring Instagram for inspiration, TJ bitterly puts his phone away, disappointed of not having found anything even worth consideration. Deep down, he knows his usual hairstyle is the only he’d even been satisfied. He’d grown so accustomed to it that everything else just looked...wrong. 

He gets up and rests both hands on either side of the sink, eyes fixed on the mirror as if his hair will magically style itself if he stares at it long enough. Suddenly, an impatient knock on the door startles him and interrupts the one-sided staring contest. His hair isn’t looking any better.

TJ’s hair: 1

TJ: 0

Before he even has time to respond, Amber starts shouting at him through the closed door.

“TJ!!! I know you’re in there and you better get out right this second.” She interrupts herself to knock again, louder this time. “You know I have to leave before you so whatever is going on between you and that tube of hair gel, you better end it now, TJ.”

TJ rolls his eyes at the last part. “Calm down, Ambs, I’ll be right out. It’s only…” He paused to check the time on his phone and instantly widens his eyes. “... 7:28!!!” he exclaims. “It’s 7:28??? How is that even possible? I was in there for like 10 minutes, I swear” he says, not as a response to Amber, but more to himself. 

Amber. He can’t afford to upset her this morning because he absolutely needs her help. So he opens the door as soon as he finishes his sentence, hoping that his older sister isn’t too annoyed yet. 

“Yes, TJ. Thank you for telling me the time. Now, excuse me, I need to get in there” she huffs, pushing him out of the way while inserting herself through the door.

“Ambs, wait” TJ manages to add before she’s fully inside. “Can you help me with something when you’re done?” He can tell that his question immediately raises suspension, but he’s thankful that Amber doesn’t dismiss him right away. “What kind of help?” she asks instead, crossing her arms.

“Uh you know... stuff. I’ll tell you when you get out but I really really need you to help me out on this one. Can you do that?” he pleads. Amber seems to think for a second; she’s definitely intrigued. “Depends. I’ll see what I can do,” she finally answers. “Thank y-” Click. And the door is closed mid-sentence. TJ shrugs. At least she didn’t say no. 

TJ heads back to his room to get dressed while he waits for his sister. He figures he’ll deal with his hair later. So much for waking up early, he thinks bitterly. But he remembers he did it for Cyrus and it’s automatically worth it. Thankfully, he has less trouble getting dressed. Staying on theme with today’s list items, he picks out one of the nicer shirts he owns. In other words, one without a basketball on it. 

He also slips into his third-best pair of jeans because it’s only Tuesday and he doesn’t wanna look like he’s trying too hard. If he learned anything from yesterday, it was that subtlety is key. And to top it all off, he picks out a pair of sneakers with green stripes to match his shirt. He doesn’t need a mirror to know that he looks good, minus the hair of course. Hopefully, Cyrus would agree.

Since Amber is still not out of the bathroom by the time he’s done, he gathers his books and homework from last night into his backpack to pass time. Sure enough, there’s a knock on the door right as he’s finishing up. He practically runs to open it, worried that Amber would change her mind if he made her wait. 

“So what’s your deal, Speedy?” she wastes no time in asking, and TJ can tell he’s piqued her curiosity. “Morning big Sis. You look rather ravishing today” he answers in a tone that’s halfway between sarcasm and flattery. “Wow, this must be serious. That was really close to actual compliment, TJ” she utters quietly, feigning concern in her voice. TJ suppresses an eye-roll, aware that it wouldn’t be helping his case. Instead, he cuts to the chase and voices his request to Amber as seriously as he can: “Ambs, I need to borrow a necklace. Preferably for the rest of the week, but if you can’t it’s okay. I just really need it for today at least.” Amber is silent for a moment. That’s probably not what she was expecting. “Do I wanna know why?” she questions. 

No way! I’m not telling you about my secret crush on Cyrus so you can go blab about it to your girlfriend. Next thing I know, it won’t be a secret anymore. 

He doesn’t say any of this, of course. TJ simply shakes his head no and tells her with a smile: “I’ll let you know if it works out.” Amber narrows her eyes at him, quickly inspecting his face in the hope of finding a hint about whatever was going on. But her brother knows the game and maintains a blank expression. Eventually, she sighs. “Fine. Let me see what I can do. I probably have one I don’t use anymore,” she admits before heading back to her room.

TJ believes her. She’s been into fashion for as far as he could remember, so he’s certain that she owns a number of accessories she no longer used. Andi would often claim her neglected possessions to use on whatever craft project she was working on: an old belt, random artificial pearls, a faded jean jacket—it didn’t matter. If Andi could use it and Amber didn’t need it, she’d take it. They’re just that perfect for each other.

Surprisingly, it doesn’t take long for Amber to come back, in direct contradiction of TJ’s expectations. She does own a lot of stuff. But to be fair, her room is way better organized than his. As agreed, she doesn’t ask any questions and simply sets the necklace before turning back around. “You can keep it,” she calls out over her shoulder. “Amber?” TJ calls back, stopping her in her tracks. “Yeah?” she answers. “Thank you. I mean it.” Her back is still facing TJ but he can tell she’s smiling. “Whatever.”

TJ looks down at the necklace in his hand. It’s a simple silver necklace with a silver ring through it. It’s perfect. He shouldn’t be so surprised, Amber never disappoints. Not when it comes to fashion anyway. Or being there for her brother in general, even if she likes to pretend she doesn’t care.

With the necklace safely hanging down his neck, TJ checks his phone to calculate how much time he has to fix his hair before he has to leave for school. When the phone powers on, the first thing that greets him is a notification for a text message sent by Cyrus four minutes ago. Cyrus who he hasn’t spoken since the morning incident.

Cyrus:

Hey, you at school yet? :)

Okay, so Cyrus isn’t mad at him, as confirmed by the smiley face. He instantly feels better.

TJ:

Nope. Are you??

TJ:

You better not be, if me being early yesterday outraged you as much as I think it did

Cyrus:

Ha. Ha. No I’m not. BUT…

TJ:

But???

Cyrus:

I was hoping you’d pick me up since you wanna wake up early anyway. A little detour won’t hurt

TJ:

Um. Pick you up. But I don’t have a car :////

Cyrus:

But you have legs. Basketball legs!!

TJ:

You’ve convinced me. Don’t move, I’m coming

Cyrus:

Uhh that’s kinda the whole point….? Not moving until you get here so we can move together

TJ:

I-

TJ:

You know what I mean

Cyrus:

I do :)

The boy smiles at the reply a moment too long. Then he remembers he’s supposed to be hurrying. Without wasting any more time, TJ pockets his phone and rushes to the bathroom to brush his teeth before he leaves. As soon as he catches a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror, he lets out an involuntary gasp. His hair. In all of the excitement, he’d forgotten about his hair. 

Unfortunately, the realization hits that there isn’t anything he can do about it now. He can’t keep Cyrus waiting; he already told him he’d be on his way so he definitely doesn’t have time to struggle with his hair this morning. Oh well. At least the rest of him looks good. In one quick motion, he runs his fingers through his hair to at least get rid of bed head. It doesn’t do much, and a few locks of hair stubbornly fall to his forehead.

And then his bag slumped over his shoulder and he’s running down the stairs. He makes a quick trip to the kitchen and hurriedly kisses his mom goodbye before grabbing an apple and taking. This isn’t normal behavior for TJ and he knows she’ll be asking him about it later. Right now though, Cyrus is his primary concern.

TJ tries to keep a steady pace as he heads towards his best friend’s house. Yet, he inevitably finds himself almost running so he can get there as fast as possible. He’s probably never been more thankful for being in good shape because of basketball. In the end, the athlete’s efforts pay off because he’s turning the corner of Cyrus’ street. And sure enough, the brown-haired boy is sat on his porch, waiting for him. 

Almost as soon as he gets into his crush’s field of vision, he stands up and throws his bag over his shoulder before starting to walk towards TJ. He knows that it’s because they’d be heading in that direction on their way to the school anyway but he can’t help but hope that maybe Cyrus wants to be around him as much as he does. The boy blushes at the thought.

“Hey Teej,” Cyrus starts when he’s close enough that TJ could hear him if he whispered, but he doesn’t go in for their usual morning hug. He immediately notices and clutches a backpack strap with one hand while nesting the other in his front pocket.

“Morning, Cy. Ready to go?” he asks with a smile. A regular smile. Not the creepy kind from last time. This seems to reassure the shorter boy who smiles back and starts walking next to him. TJ follows. They hadn’t taken ten steps when Cyrus speaks up.

“So what happened to you yesterday?” he asks in a way that’s probably meant to be nonchalant, but TJ detects a hinge of nervousness from the small crack in his voice. “You were being weird in the morning and then I barely saw you after that,” he continues. The athlete feels cornered. So that’s why he wanted to see me so early. “I’m fine, Cyrus. You don’t have to worry. I was just, um, a little stressed out, that’s all,” he explains, which isn’t completely a lie. He just can’t say what exactly was stressing him out.

The shorter boy looks up at him, trying to read his face to see if he’s telling the truth. TJ doesn’t think he’s made a verdict on the sincerity of his explanation when he asks: “Is that why you also weren’t at lunch? It kinda felt like you were avoiding me.” TJ doesn’t know what to say. Feeling the weight of his best friend’s unwavering stare is giving him an especially hard time coming up with sentences. Finally, he sighs and decides to tell him something as close to the truth as he can get without exposing his feelings. 

“Listen, Cy. I swear I’m okay. It’s just that I’m trying to figure something out right now but I can’t tell you about it until I’m ready. Before you even say it, I know that you’re my best friend and I can tell you anything. Trust me, I know. But you also have to trust that it’s best if I don’t say anything yet. But when it’s time, I promise that you’ll be the first to know.”

By the end of his speech, TJ’s heart is racing like crazy. That isn’t an unusual thing when he was with Cyrus, but if even indirectly talking about his feeling can make him so nervous, he can’t imagine what the real thing will be life. That’s basically a death sentence, he thinks. He looks over at Cyrus whose gaze hasn’t left him the whole time. At that moment, he probably realizes that he needs to say something back. “Oh. I understand. And even though you already said it, I wanna emphasize that I’m always here if you ever need to talk. You just have to ask,” he reaffirms in a voice so soft that TJ almost trips. He looks down at the boy, certain that it didn’t matter how many times he’d embarrass himself trying to convey his feelings or make himself look like a total idiot because as long as it meant he had a shot with the boy walking by his side, he’d always keep trying. “Thanks, Cy,” is his only reply.

“You don’t have to say if you don’t want to but are you dressed like this because of your… stuff?” Cyrus asks in a teasing voice, deeming the question appropriate since the tension between them had completely dissipated. “Dressed like what?” TJ feigned confusion. “You know, like that,” Cyrus answers, vaguely motioning in his general direction. “Like… nice. It’s only Tuesday. There’s no reason to look this good on a Tuesday.” Cyrus mumbles that last part but he definitely hears it if the pink on his cheeks is any evidence. He just said I look good, he thinks. This must be working.

“Yeah I mean, you do. Not that you don’t look good the other days, but today it looks intentional,” he continues. Oh wait, did I say that out loud? “Yes. And that too,” the boy chuckles. “I would ask what’s going on but I’m assuming it’s your stuff again,” he adds, thankfully. “Uh yeah sort of,” TJ replies as a kind of blanket statement to justify his appearance and the fact that he forgot how thinking works. He knows he should say more, but they’re already arriving at school, so he decides against it. “Hey, we’re still a little early. Wanna have breakfast?” he asks, completely changing the subject. “Yes! I’m actually starving,” the brown-haired boy replies slightly too quickly and he thinks he knows why.

“Underdog! Did you not eat breakfast this morning??” TJ questions in disbelief. “Maybe not,” Cyrus responds, looking at the ground as they head for the cafeteria. “I wanted to ask you in person if you were okay and you walking me to school was the quickest way. By the way,” he says while yawning, “you owe a milkshake at the Spoon. I woke up too early for this.” The athlete knows that he isn’t joking but he doesn’t mind. All he hears is that he owes Cyrus a date at the Spoon. “Sure!” he exclaims a little too enthusiastically. “We can go tomorrow after school if you want.” Cyrus looks up at him and smiles: “It’s a date.” 

TJ swears he forgets how to breathe. He’s not sure how to respond to that, so he does the next best thing and coughs obnoxiously. “Oh my God! TJ, are you okay?” Cyrus questions and rests a hand on his back. Somehow, the added physical contact doesn’t help at all and TJ nearly hyperventilates. He is used to Cyrus’ touch, of course, but he certainly isn’t used to Cyrus touching him after suggesting that their hangout at the Spoon was a date. 

Thankfully, they are entering the cafeteria, which TJ sees as a chance to go recollect. He clears his throat. “Yeah, I’m fine. I must have accidentally swallowed some spit. I’m gonna go and get some water now while you get your food. I’ll be right back,” he announces in one breath and darts towards the water fountain without waiting for Cyrus’ response. Aware that he is still within his best friend’s peripheral vision as he stands in line, TJ takes several big gulps of water. Turns out, it helps. But he knows that even if he drinks the whole fountain, he’ll have to head back because avoiding Cyrus for a whole other day is out of the question, and so he does, with a smile—a normal one—plastered on his face. This is going to be a long day, he thinks to himself, silently this time.

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[helloalycia]

crazy australian // alycia debnam-carey

summary: from a prompt I found on @be-au-ties page! "I'm the one who brings mail to your neighborhood, and every day you ask me if the item you ordered online has arrived, and I can't take the dejected look you make every time it happens, so I'm buying you the thing myself'".

warning/s: none.

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          "This is a lovely area," I voiced my opinion aloud as the van rolled into a picturesque neighbourhood.

         "Yeah, the people here are nice," Andy, my supervisor, said as he parked the car on the pavement. "There's this one man, though, and he hates when you play with his dogs. So watch out for him. Number eight, I think."

         I chuckled and nodded my head. The two of us got out the van and headed to the back to get the mail for this neighbourhood. I was an apprentice at my post office, for the past week now, and Andy had been my supervisor since the start. He was teaching me the reigns of delivering mail, which was actually a lot tougher than you'd think, and we'd been assigned a new street to deliver mail to.

         Yeah, I know, you're probably thinking, what's a 21-year-old doing delivering mail? Well, I'd taken a gap year out of university to decide what I actually want to do with my life and my dad practically forced me to take up a part time job. As a post woman. Something about "having the connections", I don't know, but here I was. It wasn't all that bad to be honest.

         "Right, you take the odds, I got the evens," Andy said as he was filling up a bag with the right post for the odd numbers of the street. "I'll take crazy dog guy because I'm so nice."

         He added an eye roll which made me chuckle. I accepted the bag from him, which was a lot heavier than I anticipated. One thing I'd learnt on this job was damn, people could order a lot of junk.

         "Holler if you need help," he said as he shut the van doors.

         I shot him a smile before the two of us went our separate ways. It was a warm day today, the sun shining down and making all the houses on the street look like something out of a story book. A few people were out, probably waiting for mail, and some were checking their front gardens and tending to it accordingly. So, the usual.

         I delivered the first few rounds successfully, and by that I mean there were no annoying people complaining about things that were out of my hands. I hated those people. And it was way too early for that shit.

         Anyway, I was almost done with this street when I found myself walking towards number eleven. I pulled a handful of letters from the few that were left in my bag and double checked to see this was the right address. Someone called Alycia lived here.

         I approached the house and was about to post the letters through the box when the front door suddenly opened. I stepped back in surprise as I was met with a tall brunette. Well, she was tall to me anyway, but probably average height to most. She looked pretty young to live here by herself, probably only a few years older than myself.

         "Erm, good morning...?" I awkwardly started the conversation, not really used to being face to face with excited residents.

         A massive grin was on her lips as her eyes darted to the letters in my hand. "Is that for me?" she asked, her accent definitely not American, but I couldn't quite pinpoint it just yet.

         I chuckled awkwardly as I read the name on the letter. "If you're Alycia Jasmin Debnam-Carey, then yes, I believe so."

         Her grin widened, if possible, and the crinkles by her eyes truly expressed her excitement at this moment. "Do I have any packages?"

         Oh, that's what she was excited about. That made a lot more sense.

         "Only this, sorry," I said, almost feeling guilty for making the smile leave her lips. I held out the letters which she accepted dejectedly.

         "Oh, okay... thanks anyway, I guess," she said, a pout on her lips. Australian, that was it.

         I offered a hopeful smile. "Maybe next time?"

         She forced a small smile. "Yeah, I guess... have a nice day..."

         She closed the door and left me standing there, wondering how it was humanly possible to be that happy then that sad in the space of a minute.

         I finished delivering the rest of the mail that morning and that was my last street for the day. I had a few more days before my apprenticeship was over and I would be assigned different streets to work myself. It was only part-time, so I didn't really mind. I was a morning person anyway.

         The following morning, I found myself back at that same street in L.A. Deliveries went smoothly as usual, until I reached Miss. Debnam-Carey's household. It was a similar experience to yesterday, where I approached her house, about to post her mail through her letterbox, only for her to open the door with excitement.

         "Good morning," she tried to start off small, but I could tell she was bursting to come right out with whatever she wanted to say.

         "Morning, Miss. Debnam-Carey," I greeted, a smile on my lips. "Did you finally get your package?" I figured it may have been an afternoon delivery or something.

         Her smile dropped instantaneously. "You mean you don't have it for me?"

         My smile dropped too. "No...? I only have this." I handed her a single letter and pocketed my empty hands awkwardly.

         She looked down at her letter with a solemn expression, before sighing. "Oh, Okay. Thanks anyway..."

         "Better luck tomorrow," I said, trying to help, but it only seemed to make her sigh heavier.

         She forced a small smile before closing the door in my face. Once again, I felt kind of guilty that whatever she ordered hadn't arrived yet. I know I didn't really know her, but still, she looked like a sad puppy...

         The same routine took place the next morning and as I approached her door, I knew there was no package to be delivered. I felt guilty before her door even opened.

         "Hey!" she greeted with a grin, before noticing my straight face. Her smile faded as she glanced at my hands, seeing the two letters I was holding. "My package hasn't come, has it?"

         I smiled sadly. "I'm afraid not, Miss. Debnam-Carey. Only these."

         I handed her the letters to which she accepted, but with a frown on her lips.

         "Thanks," she said with a sigh, before meeting my gaze with her intense green eyes. "And you can call me Alycia."

         I nodded as she was going to close the door again, but I quickly spoke, stopping her from leaving.

         "Uh, Alycia," I blurted out, not sure what the heck I was doing. She stared at me with confusion, so I continued. "What is it exactly that you're expecting?"

         She ran her hands through her hair and seemed embarrassed as she said, "I ordered this really cool blender a few days ago from Amazon, and they said it would take a day to be delivered. They obviously lied, but I won't lose hope. It has to come, right?"

         I tried to hold in my laughter as she stared down at me hopefully, as if my personal response would change something. I didn't want to see her sad all over again though, so I shot her a small, reassuring smile.

         "Of course," I said, which caused her to smile, quite adorably might I add.

         The next morning, I tried to see if there was a package for Alycia from Amazon, but unfortunately there was nothing in her name. I had to prepare myself for her disappointment, which certainly wouldn't be nice to witness.

         "I can feel it," the Australian announced first thing when opening her door. A hopeful smile was on her lips as she looked at me. "Today is the day. My blender has come, hasn't it?"

         I smiled, hoping it would lessen the blow, but Alycia saw right through me. Her smile slowly faded into a frown as I explained that there was no package, only letters, once again.

         "I guess I'll have to eat my fruits whole like a peasant then," she mumbled sarcastically, which made me crack a smile. She was certainly something.

         I waved goodbye as she closed the door and oddly felt excited for tomorrow morning. It was my last day working this street, but I knew it would be worth it if it meant I could give her the package she'd been waiting for. It just had to come tomorrow, otherwise nothing made sense. Alycia would be over the moon and it made me feel good to know I was going to witness that.

         That thought was tarnished first thing the next morning however, as there was no mail whatsoever for Alycia. Nothing at all. Not even letters. Meaning, technically, I didn't even need to go to her house. However, I couldn't find it in myself to leave her hanging, especially since it would be the last day I could see her, so I found myself approaching her house for what I thought would be the last time.

         The door opened and Alycia was wearing her usual hopeful smile as she watched me. However, as I'd been seeing for the past week, she saw the lack of package in my hand and frowned at the realisation that nothing had come.

         "Morning," I greeted half heartedly.

         She sighed sadly. "I'll just take my letters, please."

         I opened my hands to show there was nothing. "You don't have any mail, I'm afraid. I just wanted you to know that there's nothing for you today so you aren't waiting out here for the mail."

         She pursed her lips and nodded her head. "Oh... well, thanks, I guess. That was nice of you."

         With that, she gave me a forced smile before walking back into her house. As I turned around to finish my deliveries, I realised that even though this adorable Australian woman was kinda (a lot) crazy for waiting a week for her blender, she deserved it. And by the looks of it, she was probably not going to get it. And even if she was slightly out of her mind for being this emotionally attached to a blender, I wanted her to have it.

         That same day, I ended up purchasing a blender for the strange Australian as I couldn't take seeing her dejected expression every morning. And even if I wasn't going to be her postwoman anymore, I still didn't want to have to imagine her excitement as she expected the blender. I questioned my sanity that night when I asked Andy if I could join him in the morning.

         It was a sunny Saturday morning as I found myself approaching the familiar household that was Alycia's. The difference this time however, was that I wasn't wearing my uniform because technically I wasn't working, and I actually had a package in my hands this time.

         I knocked on the front door which felt kind of strange because Alycia usually opened it straight away. Maybe she gave up waiting.

         "Yeah, me knocking is what's strange here," I said to myself with an eye roll.

         It didn't take long for the brunette to open up, and when she did, she was definitely surprised to see me standing at her door, dressed casually with a box in my hands.

         "Look, I know this is kinda weird since we don't really know each other, and I'm not even working so it's kinda weirder than I thought it was, but I just couldn't take watching you look so upset when you realised your blender hadn't come, so here," I rambled out awkwardly, before holding out the box.

         Alycia raised her eyebrows as she looked down at the box and back to me.

         "You can blend your fruits like a queen now," I added with a smile, referring to her comment she made the last time.

         She stifled a smile as she accepted the box from my hands. "Erm, I don't even know what to say..."

         "You literally cannot say anything to make this exchange any less weird," I clarified with a knowing look. "But yeah, enjoy your blender, Alycia."

         Her face flushed pink as she set the box down at her doorstep. "I don't even know your name, but you bought me a blender?"

         I chuckled as I put out my hand. "My name is Y/N Y/L/N and I'm the person who has been watching you get so excited as I came to your door, only for you to look like a sad puppy as I walked away. Nice to meet you."

         Alycia finally laughed and returned my hand shake. Admittedly, it was a melodic sound and I kind of wanted to hear it more often.

         "Now, I highly recommend two things," I said, earning her undivided attention. "First, get a refund from Amazon because darling, you got ripped off."

         Another laugh. Point to me.

         "Secondly, I can see the excitement and eagerness in your eyes as we speak, so go and make your smoothies and enjoy your blender," I finished with a chuckle.

         The grin that was dying to break out finally did and she leaned forward and gave me a quick hug, which left me speechless, before picking up her box.

         "Would you like to come in and have some breakfast smoothies with me?" she offered, biting her lower lip to contain her smile. "It's the least I can do..."

         I mirrored her expression as I nodded. "Sure thing, Alycia."

[puckyou-forpuckssake]

Drowning (1)—S. Crosby

Requested/dedicated to my homie @pucksandpoutines This is a part of a series; other parts will be found on my blog under #drowningsc. Check out my other imagines and master list on my blog with #hockeyimagine.

Sidney couldn't believe what was happening right now. Zach, a sophomore rookie, was explaining to him, a senior star, how to handle a child during the cancer skate. He’d been doing this for 13 seasons now. He could hear Kris and Geno snickering in the background.

“I’ve got this, ZAR,” he finally snapped. “I’ve done skates with cancer kids before. I should be the one instructing you, not the other way around.”

Zach sighed. “I know but…”

“Zach, quit bothering Sid about Andy,” Jen instructed. “There is a reason Kat didn’t put you with him.” Jen turned to the rest of the team. “The kids are here now. You will be going out into the concourse with signs with your child’s name on it. You’ll help them lace up and then just have fun on the ice. Give them a tour too if they want. The parents are here and will be in the stands. This is a day for them to feel normal and special. Lots of pictures will be taken. Have fun and be nice,” She glanced to some of the younger guys, “And appropriate.”

The guys walked out and saw a group of children ranging from the ages of 4 to 12 waiting for them. Besides the players having signs with the kids’ name, the kids had on jerseys of their respective players.

Sidney could feel Zach’s eyes following him as he approached a boy wearing 87. He looked to be about 8 with darker brown hair and a Penguin’s ball cap. He tightly gripped a hockey stick that was clearly a hand-me-down one. Sidney noticed how all the other children interacted together but this boy just looked around. Setting the sign down, Sid walked over to the boy.

“Hi there. You must me Andrew.”

The boy nodded. “You can call me Andy. Only my doctor calls me Andrew. I know this is skating but can we can practice some hockey, Mr. Crosby? Momma told me I could bring my stick.”

Sid smiled and led the boy towards the locker room. “You can call me Sid, and I’d love to practice hockey with you, Andy. Would you like a tour first? I know most of the other kids are just going to skate and then get a tour.”

“So this way we can have more ice to practice?” Sidney nodded. “Okay.”

“We can start in the locker room so you can drop your stuff off.”

Andy nodded and followed Sidney. He was quite compared to the other kids. “So this is the locker room,” Sid said as they entered. “You can put your stick over there in my spot. The showers are to the left  and to the right is the entrance to the ice along with Coach’s office. We can go see the training room next.”

Andy was quiet as the began walking. “Have you ever been here before?”

Andy nodded. “I came here in February for a game. This place isn’t as cool MSG though.”

Sid smirked. “No way. Only a Rangers fan would say that.” Andy was quiet. “No…”

“I was born one. Only since February have momma and I been watching Penguins games regularly. We‘ve been watching hockey forever though. I’m named after Andy Bathgate. He was an awesome Rangers player.”

Sid smiled and pushed the training room door open. “Did you know Andy Bathgate played for Penguins towards the end of his career?”

“Really? That’s cool. Can we play hockey now?”

Sidney nodded. “How long have you been playing? That stick seems pretty rough.”

“I started when I was like 2 or 3. I had to stop playing when I was 6 and got diagnosed with my Wilms tumor. The stick was Uncle Z’s. Momma tries to play pickup with me at home with foam sticks and ball, but the doctor doesn’t like that. Momma just wants me happy though.”

“She sounds like a good mom. Do you need me to help you lace up?” Andy nodded. “You talk a lot about your momma. What about your dad?”

Andy shrugged as he handed Sid his skates. “He’s not around. It’s just me and momma. Uncle Z lives with us too.” Andy stumbled a little before Sid caught him. “Momma always says it’s okay to ask for help even if you don’t want it but need it.”

Sid smiled. “Your momma is a very smart woman.”

“She’s here. You can meet her later.”

Sidney helped Andy onto the ice and led him to an open area away from where the remaining kids were skating. They passed back and forth for a bit. “Why don’t we skate and pass. Standing here is too easy for you,” he commented.

He watched Andy’s technique, which was very good for a kid his age. He had good vision compared to others. Just like he had. “You’re really good.”

For the first time that day, Andy truly smiled. “That means a lot, Sid. Thank you.”

Sid went and grabbed a net and started helping him shoot. Sid spent every second analyzing the boy’s potential. That’s when he noticed the stick. “Your stick is fractured, Andy. It’s going to break soon.”

Andy shrugged. This knowledge must not have been new to him. “I have some extras if you want one.”

“But they’re your sticks. Nobody touches your sticks. Nobody.”

Sidney shrugged. “And nobody should play with a fractured, wooden stick. Yet here we are. I’ll be happy to make the exception for anyone as talented as you.”

“You really think I have talent, Mr. Crosby?”

Sid nodded. “I see a little me in you.”

—————

They were the last ones left, and somehow Sid was not at all surprised to see Zach waiting for them in the locker room. “Hi Uncle Z,” Andy shouted.

Sid froze and glanced between the two. Zach’s earlier reaction made sense now. Sidney felt stupid for not putting two and two together. The thing was though, he had met Zach’s brother and sister, and they had no children.

Zach grinned as he gave Andy a big hug. “You looked like you were having a ton of fun out there. Did you have a good time?”

Andy nodded. “Sid is really nice. He taught me some of his tricks. He even gave me one of his sticks to keep and use,” Andy shoved the stick in Zach’s face. Sid handed him the wooden one. “Sid didn’t want me to break your stick. I agreed with him.”

Zach smiled and handed Andy his bag. “Well that was very nice of him. Your mom is outside the locker room. Tell Sidney bye.”

Andy shook his head. “Sid agreed to meet momma.”

Sidney wanted to say that he had been informed that he was going to be meeting Andy’s mother and that he had not explicitly volunteered to. It didn’t matter though even if Zach’s face said differently. Andy grabbed Sidney’s hand and dragged him out of the locker room. Outside stood a woman that made his mouth drop. The woman was simply beautiful.

“Momma, this is Sidney Crosby.”

Sid shook her hand. “Y/N Reese. Thank you for making my son’s day a good one. He was a tad worried when he found out my cousin was with a different kid. He’s shy and aloof around most.”

Cousins. Close cousins then. Sid smiled. “He’s a great kid, both on the ice and just in general. He talks very highly of you. I’d say you’re his favorite person in the world.”

Y/N chuckled, making Sid soften on the inside. “Well that’s very kind of you, but I believe he looks up to you and Zuccarello more. I was just happy you got him practicing again.”

“Have you thought about getting him lessons or in a league? He has the potential.”

She shrugged. “The doctor tells me no. I know kids with cancer can be fragile but Andy has always been good. The tumor is gone and there hasn’t been any growth for over a year. I don’t know why the doctor is still so stubborn. All he does is hit on me. God that’s probably why,” She paused, realizing what she had just said. “I am so sorry. I shouldn’t have unloaded all of that on you.”

“It’s okay,” Sid smiled. “Life is hard, and I bet especially as a single parent.”

“He said a lot, didn’t he?”

“Kinda. Once he warmed up to me—“

“—he didn’t stop talking,” Y/N finished. “Andy is like that. Always has been. Today was the first time in a while I saw my son happy and smiling. I really have to thank you for that, Sidney.”

“It was completely my pleasure.”

“I’m hungry, momma,” Andy moaned. Sidney has been so entrapped in his conversation with Y/N that he forgot that Andy and Zach were right there.

Y/N nodded. “Tell Sidney goodbye and thank you.”

Andy hugged Sidney. “Thank you for making today really awesome, Sidney. We should do this again sometime.”

Sidney chuckled. “I’d like that a lot, Andy.”

Y/N helped Andy zip up his coat. “Are you coming with us, Zach?”

Zach nodded. “I’ll be out in a sec. I need to talk to Sid about our game tomorrow against the Rangers.”

“Is it here?” Andy asked. The two players nodded. Andy tugged on his mom’s arm. “Can we go, momma? Can we?”

Sidney watched Y/N hesitate. “I don’t know, Andy. It’s awful last minute to get tickets and you’ve been complaining about your stomach and head hurting and you haven’t been sleeping or eating well.”

“But I did fine today!” he argued.

Sidney spoke up. “Tickets would be no problem. I have a box you guys can sit in. It’s private so you can easily relax in it. Then security can bring you guys down after the game so you can see Zach and meet the rest of the team.”

“You don’t have to do that, Mr. Crosby,” Y/N protested.

“I insist.”

“Take the nice man’s offer, momma,” Andy whispers. “We’d just end up watching the game on TV anyway.”

Y/N was quiet as she thought about Sidney’s offer. “Zach has my number for when ever you make a decision. I don’t want to keep you from your dinner any longer,” He turned to Zach, who had been very quiet since Sid’s offer. “We can discuss the game later or tomorrow. Go have fun with your family.”

They waved goodbye to him one last time before leaving. Moments like this is when Sidney wished his family was close by or he had one of his own. Sometimes he just wanted people who looked forward to him coming home for dinner.

———

“You looked liked having fun today,” Geno said, sitting on the coach with Anna, watching Sid roll a ball to Nikita to shoot. “Andrew good kid?”

Sid nodded. “Andy was the best. Zach was making such a big deal because he is cousins with Andy’s mom and lives with them. I met her this afternoon. She’s very nice.”

“Pretty?”

“Yes. Very.”

“Is his father in life?” Anna asked.

Sid shrugged. “I don’t think so. Andy said he wasn’t around and it was just him, his mom, and Zach. I have no idea how much or if he is involved with them.”

Anna started speaking in Russian to Geno when Sidney’s phone vibrated.

ZAR: Is it okay if I give Y/N your number?

Sid: Yeah. I trust her.

ZAR: Okay.

ZAR: Thanks for being good with Andy today. You made this probably the best day of his life.

ZAR: I knew I should have trust you but he means a lot to me. Andy has had a rough road, and Y/N always gets scared his cancer will come back even though 9 of 10 kids have no complications with his type of cancer. Ever since I started living with them, those became my fears too.

“Everything good?” Anna asked. Sid nodded. “You want pizza for dinner? I think it is pizza night.”

“I don’t want to intrude.”

“Bah,” Geno spat, “We have been friends for over decade. You can’t invade life. Plus, being honest, we not want you eating alone.”

Anna nodded in agreement. Sid sighed in surrender. There was no point in arguing. If he did, who knows what crazy scheme Anna and Evgeni would come up with to get him to stay. They’d probably involve Nikita too. Anna called in the pizza and Geno went to get them drinks.

Sid felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He expected it to be Zach, one of the other guys, or even his parents or sister. Instead, he was greeted by an unknown number.

Unknown: Hi Sidney. It’s Y/N Reese, Zach’s cousin. He gave me your number.

Unknown: I promise I’m not going to sell it or give it out.

Sidney chuckled. He didn’t believe her to be the type of person to be motivated by money. She gave off a warm and humble impression.

Sid: Haha I believe you. Zach told me he gave you my number. I trust you.

Y/N: Thank goodness. I feel like that would’ve otherwise made tomorrow awkward.

Sidney perked up at this. “Special lady friend?” Geno asked, taking over for Sid in the role of playing with Nikita. Sid nodded but didn’t look up from his phone as he scooted towards “his” chair.

Sid: Does this mean you guys are coming tomorrow and are taking me up on my offer?!

Y/N: Yes. It took a lot of convincing from Andy, and Zach too. I just worry a lot with him because of the past, but I need to let him be a kid.

Sid: You’re a single parent. You and Andy have gone through more than anyone should by this point in life. It makes sense to be overprotective. I think you’re doing great though.

After hitting send the thought cake to Sidney that maybe, just maybe, he was flirting in a very weird way with Y/N.

Y/N: That’s so sweet of you. You’re so much nicer than I imagined.

Y/N: Not that I didn’t imagine you being nice. You have always came off as a nice guy and Zach talks highly of you. I just didn’t expect all of this.

Sid: It’s alright. I can’t wait to see you guys tomorrow.

Y/N: Honestly, me either. How do we access the seats?

Sid: Just go to the box office and say you’re the Reese family and are there for box S87C.

Y/N: Wow. I would’ve never guessed that was your box. The number does not give it away at all. Andy and I will see you after the game tomorrow. Good luck. I hope the Rangers win ;)

Sid: Haha. Thanks. I look forward to seeing you guys too.

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Can you please write about Andy where he’s in love with you. But you reject him really rude like who can love you? Or wanna be with you? (You just afraid of relationships). It hurts him and you too. Then someday you see that someone rude with him too but you protect him because he doesn’t deserve it well and because you like him. Happy end. Thanks!

A/N: I hope this was what you were looking for! I had a fun time writing it :)

Working at the Parks department wasn’t the most exciting job in the world. (Unless you’re Leslie Knope.) But for Y/N a lot of stress was alleviated when Leslie was hired. She didn’t mind doing practically everything, leaving Y/N and the team to just follow her lead. Her team was family to her, one that kept getting bigger with the ones she met along the way. Even though she knew she would always have their support, she couldn’t let herself bother them with the details of the horrific breakup she just went through.

“I’m not even that broken up over it.” Y/N rolled her eyes, waving a tissue in the air as the camera zoomed in on her tear stained cheeks. “He was a jerk- No, I’m not upset at all. Why do you ask?”

...

Only Ron knew after they bonded over alcohol and bitching about their failed relationships.

“Yeah, Ron and I shared a drink after he threatened to shoot me if I didn’t stop cry- talking about my breakup.” Tom comes in her office, stealing most of her paper out of the printer.

“Hey! Need to borrow some of this. All of it. I need all of it.”

Y/N waved him off, blowing her nose once more. Tom’s eyes widened as he leaned to the side to get a better look at her face. Once he made eye contact with the camera, the lens shook back and forth.

“Thanks!”

“Anyways, as I was saying I’m perfectly fine-” Tom glided back into the room, awkwardly finger gunning.

“Hey, completely forgot, printer’s out of ink. I can use yours, right?”

“Actually-”

“Cool! Thanks.”

Y/N turned back to the camera, staring directly into the lens with the anger of a thousand suns.

“Uhh, So…” Tom’s eyes awkwardly looked around the room for something discussion worthy. “How’s your boyfriend doing?”

Sobbing was heard on camera as it zoomed out of Tom’s face to see Y/N crying.

“Uh-”

“GET OUT!”

….

It had been about three weeks since the breakup and the hole in her heart got bigger every time she thought about it.

Andy comes around every now and then to cheer her up, but it never works.

“Hey Y/N, how’s it going?” he asks sincerely, with a cute smile.

All he hears is a huff come from her, as he hands her a CD of his band named Mouse Rat. “Maybe this will make you feel better, you’re lucky cause it’s free just for you, my cute lady friend.” He expects her to crack even a little bit of a smile and thank him, but she just stares at him blankly. He starts walking backwards, holding eye contact, his smile never deteriorating. He runs into a table awkwardly, shrugging it off he finally turns around and walks away.

“That went well, that’s the most noise she’s ever made around me in three weeks” Andy says into the camera lens with a goofy smile.  The camera cuts to Y/N throwing the cd into the trash can.

…

“Hey, Y/N!” Y/N turns to see Andy running to catch up with her, knocking many people out of his way to do so. Once he reaches her he doubles over, hands on his knees. “Man you walk really fast.”

“Or I was just really far ahead of you.” Andy waves her off.

“Same thing. Anyway, Mouse Rat is playing tonight … and I was wondering if you wanna come? Like with me, to the concert… that’s tonight.” He smiled through his words, aggravating her.

“I’m busy.” She lied. Andy’s smile faded.

“Oh. Really? Cause I was kinda wondering if you’d want to go with me. Like, with me. With me.”

When all she did was narrow her eyes, he muttered under his breath. “God, you look so sexy when you’re mad.”

As she heard this she felt a burst of warmth in her chest, something she hasn’t felt in a long time. Deciding she couldn’t go through a breakup again, she decided not to get his hopes up.

“Why would I want to do that?” She felt a pang in her chest when his eyes widened and he started stuttering. The guilt she felt made her even more angry. “Tell me, Andy, Why would I want to go with you?”

“I-I don’t know I just- I thought you could use something to cheer you up- cause you seemed kinda down lately and I like you-like, a lot-but-but-anyway bye!” He ran as fast as he could away from her, his large frame knocking many people over in the process. The tears in his eyes made her feel immediately guilty, swallowing any anger left inside her.

The thing was she’d be extremely lucky to be with Andy. He wasn’t the brightest, but he had a lot of heart. She knew she had to apologize.

…

The camera cuts to Andy’s red face, eyes swollen with tears.

“No, I have no idea what I did! She’s just mean- and-and a jerk and I don’t wanna date her anymore!”

...

Y/ showed up about 30 minutes late to the bar Andy was playing at after an inner battle of whether or not she should go. She unfortunately ran into Tom, getting a spray of his homemade cologne in her face. After she finished gagging she spotted Andy onstage.

When he made eye contact with her she tried to give him a small smile, but he just looked away. He was obviously refusing to look at her, childishly turning his head in whatever direction she wasn’t. Y/N sighed, taking a seat with Donna.

“I-”

“Nope.” Donna cut her off, not sparing her a glance. “Don’t wanna know.”

“How’d you even-?” Donna looked at her as if she’d grown two heads.

“Your face just screams ‘relationship issues.’ I don’t wanna get involved in that.” She nodded her head towards Andy before getting up to join some people she apparently knew.

In order to cheer herself up she immersed herself in the music, making time fly by. Soon Andy joined some old buddies at the bar. They all clapped him on the back, flashing him fake smiles as they suggested he pay for everyone’s drink.

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows. They had to have known Andy didn’t have a lot of money, he just got out of living in a pit. She frowned when Andy looked uncertain, but he was too kind to refuse.

“I was actually saving this to buy a house-”

“C’mon, Andy! We’re your friends. Don’t forget you have them Mr. Rockstar.”

“Y’know what, okay. I mean you guys probably need it more anyways-”

That’s all Y/N had to hear before making her way over to them, snatching Andy’s money and stuffing it back in his pocket.

“Andy, no.” She scolded softly before turning to give his ‘friends’ a murderous glare. “If I see any of you dickholes around him again, the only drink you’ll get is your own blood as you choke on it.”

They quickly dispersed, leaving the two alone. Andy snapped out of his little starstruck gazing and settled his hands on his hips, attempting to look tough.

“I don’t appreciate you threatening my friends ma’am. Unlike some people I know, heh, you, they actually care about me.”

“They’re not your friends, Andy. And they don’t care about you.”

“Well, neither do you.” She tried to pull his hands away from his hips so she could hold them in hers. He struggled to pull his hands away, instead crossing his arms.

“I’m sorry for what I said this morning.”

“...Go on.”

“It’s just… I just went through a bad breakup recently and even though I’ve pretended that it didn’t bother me, I guess it kinda did. And by ‘kinda’ I mean it tore me apart and crippled my soul.”

Andy’s eyes softened, arms immediately pulling her into a bear hug.

“I could tell something was wrong, you were really moody. And you’re really bad at hiding things.”

“Okay, now” She smiled and wrapped her arms around him back. “Forgive me?

“Of course! Only if you forgive me for not being a better friend/ future boyfriend by knowing you, uh, actually had a boyfriend.”

“Pfft, what boyfriend?” Y/N grinned.

“The one who you just said you had a horrible break up wi-”

“No, no, Andy, I was being sarcastic. Nevermind. Let’s just have that date now.”

“Oh! Before that, I have to sing one more song.” He turned to his band excitedly. “Get your equipment out of the boxes, boys!”

“Wait one more song?

“Yeah! I just wrote it. In my head. Right now.” He ran towards the stage  getting everyone’s attention. “Hello, hello, everybody! We have one more song tonight, called Y/N. Dedicated to my girlfriend, cause we just got together.”

Y/N melted a bit, a wide smile spreading across her face. Her face screwed up a bit throughout the song, questionable lyrics making her laugh

“Your boyfriend was a prick, but no I won’t be like that, I’ll treat you good with my dick”

“OKAY ANDY TIME TO GO!”

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... And Action! (Bill Skarsgard X Reader)

anonymous requested: Oi ! i really like ur writings and was wondering if you do bill skarsgard/pennywise stuff ? if you do can you write a oneshot where Y/N plays the older sister (like shes in her twenties or smth) of beverly and pennywise kills her ? but Bill Skarsgard (he plays Pennywise) has a thing for Y/N and really hopes to impress her but it kinda goes wrong in someway ? idek but it’s been a idea i’ve had for ages ! thankss !  

Warnings: Spoilers -? Maybe? IT is a horror movie so, murder and choking. Also brief brief brief topics of vomit.

Word Count: 1880

A/N: I’m fully aware this is one shot is a bit bizarre and definitely a specific niche (not one that I share necessarily) but I feel like I need to preface this by saying this is simply just for fun. PSA Bev Marsh doesn’t have an older sister Y/N’s role is purely for this work

Ever since Y/N got the call telling her she, Y/N L/N, was to play the part of Laura Marsh, her stomach still hasn’t unfolded itself. It was still all balled up in the pit of her lower abdomen, like she could hurl at any time. It had been there through the three months of filming they had done and she concluded that it would probably never leave.

Her character didn’t play much of a part in the loser’s club, but Y/N’s character was given her own story in the film. She was Laura Marsh, the real town ‘slut’  even though she often used her little sister Bev as a scapegoat. She hung out with Patrick Hocksetter and Henry Bower, and was usually one of Bev and the loser’s tormentors. Laura was a bitch by all standards of convention, even Y/N could admit, which was her death scene was supposed to be simultaneously terrifying and reliving.  

Y/N watched as the loser’s from her black chair as they played hand games and laughed together on the pavement. The blacktop was so hot! She thought, how the hell did they stand it? Y/N technically had only stopped being a kid three years ago (she was 21 now) but she still could never remember a time where she was so uncaring.

“Do ya’ know when they're gonna start already? Jesus lets just get on with the scene already!” The slightly squeaky voice of Nicholas Hamilton (Henry Bowers) abruptly asked beside her. Three months ago she would've jumped, but now she didn't even think about it. She heard a chair scraping against the ground and it groaned with the weight of Nick’s body. She turned and smiled at him, placing her thick and annotated script onto her lap. He was wearing an orange wife beater tanktop and Y/N could see redness on his shoulders beginning to form.

“Whoa I die in this scene! You want me gone that much, huh?” Y/N asked, feigning hurt as she chuckled lightly. It was the most unfortunate death for poor Laura Marsh, first she was kissed and then left by her boyfriend (which just so happened to be Henry Bowers) in the sewers of all places, then she was brutally ripped apart by a clown wearing his face. Y/N knew that the younger actor was anxious for his first on-screen make out (he had told her so time and time again) but she hoped the playful conversation would calm his nerves.  

Y/N was nervous too but for a different reason entirely. She was an experience actress, she had crossed all the necessary rights of passage, yet she was so nervous. Y/N had talked to Bill Skarsgard twice and she couldn’t shake her stupid, girlish crush. She hardly knew the guy for fuck’s sake! She had wanted so much to come from this movie, It was her first big production movie, but now she was most certainly gonna screw up. How the hell could she pretend to be terrified of the guy when she was secretly thinking ‘I want you to rub my mouth on your mouth’?

“No! No!” Nick assured, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “It’s not the death I’m looking forward to,” he whispered under his breath not so subtly. A few moments of hot silence followed before he reached over and grabbed the script from Y/N’s lap. He lazily fanned himself with it boyishly.

“You’ve got another coupla scenes after this so it’s not like you’re not going anywhere!” He joked as he tried in vain to cool himself off. His voice was shaking slightly and his laughs were constrained, like he wasn’t breathing in enough. Y/N cocked her eyebrow and waited for a few seconds before she made a lunge for her script. She, of course, missed it and hit her elbow on the wooden arm rest of his chair.

“C’mon why do you carry this thing anyhow? Everyone knows you memorized this thing cover to cover the instant you got it.” Nick teased stretching his arm away from Y/N as he peered at all of her highlights and somewhat embarrassing notes.

Y/N tried to crack a smile, but it was true, she did take it everywhere. How could she not? How else could she ensure she’d pull through? Besides was it so wrong for her to make sure everything went perfectly?

Nevertheless, she was beginning to suspect that Nick knew something that he shouldn’t, that sneaky little son of a bitch. She was about to reply with a typical snarky remark but she was interrupted by Andy (the director) shouting, “Y/N, Nick, and Bill - Scene 6 please!” Her heart sank as her body began to move without her brain’s consent. Nick had already jumped up and ran over to Andy enthusiastically. Meanwhile, Y/N’s thighs peeled up from her chair and she awkwardly waddled over to join them.

Andy took one glance at her before waving a makeup artist down and whispering in her ear. How ironic that this makeup artist looked like a scary clown herself, what with all that highlighter. The girl took a dry rag and began to dab Y/N’s face a bit, before she was pulled onto set by someone’s face she didn’t even get to see.

Nick grabbed Y/N’s hand and lightly guided her into position, awaiting Andy to shout “Action!” Y/N could still see the kids offscreen playing their hand games, but now one of them had begun throwing little balls of mud.  

“Alright! Is everyone in position?!” Andy asked looking around as if he were waiting for someone to point out a problem. He nodding to the man holding the slate, before loudly shouting “AND ACTION!”

Nick immediately pushed Y/N’s hips up against the walls of the sewers and she giggled obnoxiously. His lips roughly greeted hers in a strained, but very teenager, kiss. The kiss lasted only for a couple of seconds before he pulled away and wiped his mouth, following the script to a tee.

“You’re getting better.” He commented rudely and went back to give her another kiss. But Y/N’s character, Laura pushed his chest back, “What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Henry?” Y/N made sure to smack her lips together, to cock her head, and roll her eyes.

“It means that I thought sluts like you were supposedta’ be good at kissin’. But I guess sluts aren’t really known for their kissin’ anyways.” Again, Nick went in for a kiss, but Y/N pushed him back and feigned disbelief.  

Only open your mouth slightly, stop cocking your head, frown, stare, make your eyes water Y/N went through exactly what she had to do in the mirror time and time again, perfecting every part of her express- Crap, lower your chin and …. cry!

Nick glanced at her, though by now her character was balling. “You’re a fucking crazy bitch. You know that right? How much do you charge again?” He asked so sourly the words curdled in his mouth.

“Just get the fuck outta here!” Y/N yelled and she could see, out of her peripheral vision, Andy mouthing along to the words. Nick smirked evilly, before exiting the set and giving her an encouraging off screen thumbs up. Y/N slumped down and cried pathetically, just as it was written. But eventually she stood and stumbled around in the sewers, crying all the way. She could feel the presence of the camera over her shoulder as it followed her like a ghost. Abruptly, the sound of demonic laughter reverberated around the metal of the sewer hitting Y/N’s ears. Bill was too good at that. It made the hair on the back of her neck stand. Her character stopped walking and wiped her nose with the back of her cranberry colored sweatshirt.

A floating red balloon bobbed through the air as it came softly down to where Y/N was standing. It bobbed so peacefully (like the script had said), so her character tried to reach out to get it like a  young child. Perhaps poor slut Laura Marsh needed comfort too, Y/N pondered.

“AND PENNYWISE GO!” Andy shouted, marking where CGI would be used to create a horrifying, deformed hell version of Bill’s beautiful face. Y/N jumped and let out a throaty, raspy scream, the same scream she was hired for. She felt cold hands on her sweatshirt before she saw Bill, but once she did she couldn’t help to scream again. It was nightmarish, with his enlarged forehead and pointed smile.

The clown pinned Y/N up against the wall, which would’ve actually choked her if it had not been for the slight incline that let her tiptoes hang on. She gasped and sputtered, still crying and struggling pathetically. “HO HO HEHEHE!” The clown laughed in her ear and the sound shocked her so much that Y/N lost her footing, her toes couldn’t get a grip on the wet floor of the sewer. Bill was already so much taller than her at 6’4” that in order to deliver the lines properly, he had begun brought her up to his face. She gripped tightly onto his gloved hands as she coughed and began to feel a bit light headed as he continued to laugh maniacally.

Just kill me already! Y/N painfully thought, she would hate to be the reason for the failed take. But Pennywise, or Bill, never seemed to talk fast enough and Y/N was really beginning to feel the effects as she tried desperately to gulp in air.

“I - I,” Wheeze. “C-c-can’t-t,” Wheeze.  

Immediately like a switch had been pulled, she felt the pressure on her throat release as she fell to the ground into the disgusting water. She gulped in sweet air like she had never breathed before and Andy, god bless him, finally shouted “Cut!”

“Y/N! Are you alright!? I really didn’t mean to! I mean I thought maybe - but - I’m so sorry!” Pennywi- Bill shouted, helping her up by placing his hand on the small of her back. It was so odd hearing him be so gentle and polite while wearing such a terrifying costume. His eyes, which five seconds ago where full of such rage, now were softened and sad. “I can’t believe I didn’t notice,” Bill said exasperatedly and guided her over to where Andy sat, all the while she was still breathing in and out deeply.

“Y/N! Y/N! What happened!” Y/N heard the voices of the child actors as they ran over to inspect the situation.

“It was the heat you dufas!” One of the kids proclaimed obviously, as they patted her shoulder. But all Y/N could focus on was the sound of her heart beating as she panted heavily.

“I’m …  fine guys.” Y/N confirmed as she rubbed her neck tenderly. Now that she finally had air in her lungs, the pain of where Bill’s fingers had wrapped around her throat set in.

“I’m so sorry,” Bill repeated as he tried to give her kindest smile he could, buck tooth, blood drenched and everything.

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My thoughts on Eurovision 2018--reviews by country

So, I consider myself metal, or at the very least, rock n roll. I don’t really fit the stereotype, but it’s the music I grew up on and it has been my one everlasting love my whole life.

That being said, I have a sort of annual tradition that I started sometime in the past 10 years. One summer I visited Germany and learned of Eurovision, a song contest held in the European countries as a way to promote peace yet give the natives of each country a sense of pride in their country competing through music. (I guess soccer isn’t enough, or isn’t peaceful enough.)

Anyway, since then, I’ve always made it a point to go to https://eurovision.tv/ and see what songs and what countries are in the contest each year. I’m doing my reviews of these songs/videos pretty much at the last minute this year, since the contest is going to be over come Saturday.

So I crammed and watched all the videos tonight. My notes for my impressions of each country are listed below, in alphabetical order. The majority of these songs are generic pop, which I find rather disappointing. Last year had much better submissions overall.

My TOP 5 favorites this year are: 1--Hungary 2--Czech Republic 3--Switzerland 4--Denmark and 5--Iceland If I hadn't heard Switzerland and been impressed, Norway and Moldova would have been on here tied for #5 for me, but Switzerland jumped up there and bumped them

NOW, without further ado:

Albania--As it’s not in English I don’t know what this song is about (reading the lyrics translation tells me it’s a standard love song), BUT I really like the sound of it. The performance art looking stuff for the video is pretty neat too.

Armenia--OK, I’m digging this too. It’s definitely not dancey pop. It’s more intense. It could be mistaken for a metal band’s ballad. The visuals from the video are pretty decent too.

Australia--This lady has a nice voice, but the song overall is generic pop and not really grabbing me.

Austria--More radio friendly generic pop. But I’m betting the dance remix to this would be interesting at raves

Azerbaijan--And here comes the dancey pop. Nothing really to say about this song. It’s radio friendly, it works for background sound, but nothing that really grabs me.

Belarus--This video has some visual elements that make me cringe. The song overall flows pretty well. This song makes me think of Panic! At the Disco, but without Brendan Urie’s edginess to it

Belgium--This song is boring. It basically sounds like it belongs on a movie soundtrack as a song that is playing softly in the background while some low-key action is going on to take us into the next scene. *yawen*

Bulgaria--This song makes me think of Enigma. It’s synthesizers and airy fairy sounds.

Croatia--Croatian Mariah Carey does a sort of lounge act type song. But it’s all sizzle and no steak.

Cyprus--Definitely dancey dance pop, and the lyrics are kinda silly, but the song overall has a good sound to it, and this lady knows what she’s doing. No wonder in her country she is the “Queen of Pop”

Czech Republic--This guy is so dorky cute. I’m liking the jazz elements and he seems to know his way around how to rap and keep a good rhythm. As I’m doing these in alpha order, so far this one is BY FAR my favorite.

Denmark--Hello sexy vikings. This song belongs in an epic movie about viking heroes. Currently liking this one in spot #2 after Czech Republic

Estonia--This lady has a very beautiful operatic voice. The song overall is kinda meh though.

FYR Macedonia--First part of the song I keep thinking “This lady is singing pop music over the beat to one of the levels of Super Mario World”. Then after that, generic dancey pop.

Finland--Quick! Someone get Tobi Sammet to fix this song and make it more metal, the lyrics/melody are too good to be some weird ass pop song. The visuals have some good edginess to it. But for real, make this song metal and it will seriously kick some ass. If Tobi isn’t available, see what Devin and Andy Oliver of I See Stars can do with it.

France--As is often the case, the French somehow manage to be disappointing and lofty at the same time. The French participant last year was so much better.

Georgia-These men have very lovely voices, and the song is pretty. However, this sounds like a glorified college a cappella group.

Germany--Germany decided to chance it on a Youtuber this year. He does have a very nice voice, and this song could probably get played on any station where they play Bruno Mars. So to me, it’s good but it’s not great.

Greece--The song at the visuals work well together. Running through the woods on the search for something. This is another song that sounds like it should be in some epic movie with vikings or knights or something like that in it.

Hungary--FINALLY! Someone decided to give something metal another shot. It’s low-key metal but the elements are there. This one just jumped to my #1

Iceland--aww, this boy is so precious. I want to hug him and protect him forever. He’s a beautiful singer and the song is pretty without being boring. He’s currently my #4

Ireland--Another angel-voiced boy singing about love in a sad way, so another song that could be played on the radio on a station that plays Bruno Mars. While this song doesn’t grab me, the gay-positive vibes from the video might be what wins Ireland the contest. But I personally put this on about the same level as the song from Germany, it’s good but not particularly great.

Israel--I have no clue what this lady is doing. This song is wtf? Did Desiigner write this song for her?  I”m very confused and a little scared.

Italy--Nope, just nope. These guys don’t even sound like they are singing, but just sort of chanting along in a rhythm that isn’t consistent, with some background music in. Way to flop, Italy.

Latvia--I mean, yeah, I see what you’re doing here...but hasn’t this been done a million times already? Very generic female vocalist pop.

Lithuania--If I liked this girl’s voice (something about it kind of annoys me), I’d probably like the song more. It’s kind of boring piano based pop though.

Malta--This song took over a third of the video’s time before it actually started, and then once it did it really went nowhere fast except to generic dancey-pop town. With the buildup of the visuals I was hoping for a bit more of something.

Moldova--I’m a little surprised but I actually rather like this song a lot. I think I’ll put it as #5 for me currently. Maybe it’s just a refreshing break from all the disappointment of the preceding songs with their overdone dancey pop.

Montenegro--Digging the visuals, the guy has a good voice. The song sounds like one a minor character would sing in an opera, where he whines that he’s not a major character because he isn’t loved enough to be anything more than a sidekick

Norway--OK, this is delightful. It hearkens back to 80’s videos on MTV. So cute. Tied with Moldova for #5 currently

Poland--more generic pop that sounds exactly the same as the other generic pop. They even have the same chords.

Portugal--I pretty much just skipped through this video on like 6 seconds intervals, and nothing EVER changed. Boring.

Romania--This song took forever to go somewhere. Lots of potential (once it finally picks up and starts doing something) but just doesn’t make it up there in the top 5 for me.

Russia--once again, boring generic pop. And I think Russia is trying to win a sympathy vote or something. *SMH*

San Marino--Generic pop, with a girl who raps, and robots. Um, ok.

Serbia--This song went all over the place. Epic, tribal, pop. I don’t hate it. But not entirely on board with it. Seems like it’s trying just a bit too hard

Slovenia--nice choreography. It’s a simple pop beat, but it’s not beating a dead horse like a lot of the other pop stuff above.

Spain--OK, it’s a sweet love song. But I’m not really digging either of their voices. Too whiney sounding

Sweden--OK Sweden, 2 things. 1--You did this before with Erik Saade, and frankly he was much better at it. 2--All these other countries are submitting Bruno Mars sounding boys, and if you’re not going to go metal (which you’re the best in the world at, btw), can’t you at least submit someone who is really fucking edgy like Tove Lo???  You make me sad Sweden. This boy is ok, he’s adorable, but the song is bland.

Switzerland--I honestly thought I was going to hate this, a brother/sister duo? But I am very pleasantly surprised and this song kicks some ass! I’m putting it at #3 between Czech Republic and Denmark

The Netherlands--I seriously appreciate that there’s some songs on here that’s not boring generic pop. But this sounds like country music. This would be in my top 10 but not my top 5.

Ukraine--This guy is sexy. The song is pretty good. Better than good, but still not great. It makes top 10 but not top 5.

The UK--More generic pop. I don’t know why I bothered, since the UK in particular never really even TRIES with this contest. They just phone it in.