#andi i promise i thought they were gonna get in the car

[mabelstone]

La Petite Mort

hozier x f!reader

part four of lullabies <3 | part three | masterlist

cw: sex sex sex love making ❤️ no other warnings really, it's pretty gushy

word count: 2.6k

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Hours later, the buzz of the alcohol had completely fled my system, leaving me with a residual fatigue and a love struck smile. It felt wrong, but simultaneously, nothing had ever felt so right or natural. Like the sense of deja vu that confirms you are exactly where you're supposed to be.

"Hey," he gently shook my arm from where I was sitting in a booth, almost unable to keep my eyes open. "You 'right?"

"Mhm," I grinned, fighting back a yawn. "And how are you, hotshot?"

"Overwhelmed," he huffed, extending his hand to me. He never enjoyed crowds despite their tendency to form around him everywhere he went. "Let's go home."

I let him lead me out, warmth flooding my cheeks at the simple gesture. The bite of the cold was sharper than earlier, my teeth instantly chattering. He, of course noticed immediately, shucking himself of his jacket, draping it over my shoulders.

"Andy," I shook my head trying to fight him off, but it was no use. "Now you're gonna get cold."

"I have at least three layers on at all times, the cold fears me," he joked, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Thank you," I pouted at him, overwhelmed at such a small gesture. But it wasn't small to me. Everything Andy did was grand in my eyes. "So chivalrous."

"Well, you know me," he shrugged, stifling a grin of his own.

I started humming the chorus of tonights' song as we walked, unable to remember any of the words other than imagine being loved by me, and the beautiful melody that was sure to hang around for days.

"Don't do that," he laughed with embarrassment, slinging his arm around my shoulders and pulling me close.

"Why not? It's a beautiful song, after all," I shrugged, unable to hide my smile that stretched from ear to ear. "And wasn't I the inspiration?" I teased, and it was now his turn to glow red.

"Mhm," he grinned, eyes focused on the road ahead of us. We were nearly back at the car, and the adrenaline was beginning to flood my bloodstream. "That's why you liked it, 'uh?."

"So good," I agreed, walking a bit closer to him that now our arms bumped occasionally. "Did you mean what you said? In the song?"

"'Course I did," he chuckled, unlocking the car and opening my door for me. He even helped me buckle my seatbelt. "Don't worry, it's just a song."

He climbed into his side now, the faintest pink tint to his cheeks, but otherwise, unbothered. I, on the other hand, was trying to get my stupid heart to slow back to normal.

I was fighting the urge to climb over into his lap and beg him to do all the things he'd been imagining. Instead we drove in what would appear to be comfortable silence from an outsiders' perspective. Obviously I didn't know what he was thinking, but I can promise you there was no trace of innocence in my thoughts. The air in the car was thick with desire, leaving me on the verge of choking on the tension.

We exchanged few words on the drive back to his, stealing bashful glances here and there. When the car stilled to a park, I couldn't keep my mouth shut any longer.

"Andrew?" My heart continued to pound in my ears, his brows raising slightly in encouragement. "I want you," I confessed.

He turned to face me and I could see his quickening pulse through the thin skin of his neck. He swallowed thickly, pupils blown so wide I could scarcely see any green.

His gaze flitted between my lips and my eyes, and I'm sure I too was all pupil at this point. I couldn't help myself, leaning over the centre console to feel his lips on mine. My eyes fluttered shut, as did his, and I swear something inside of me had come alive for the first time in my life.

He was better than I had ever imagined.

Lips warm and soft, adding the perfect amount of pressure that made me crave more and more. His hand slipped up the back of my head, cradling its entirety in his palm.

He pulled back slowly, his hand still at the base of my skull. His lips were plump and looked absolutely delicious, my heart aching at the loss of contact.

"I want you, you know that," his voice was lower than before, our faces still close enough that I could feel the tickle of his breath ghosting my lips. "But you just got out of such a long relationship."

"You've treated me better these past few weeks than he did in six years," I reached my hand up to cup his face. His skin was warm and soft, the scratch of his stubble in my palm pulling me back down to Earth, reminding me that this wasn't just another daydream of mine. "Please, kiss me."

And he did, pulling me in as close as the confinement of his car would allow. It felt like coming up for air after holding your breath under water, like the relief you get when a siren finally stops blaring. His scent, his warmth, his gentle breaths exhaled through his nose, mingling with mine as we moved in synchronicity, as if we'd rehearsed this a million times. I'm starting to suspect he must have been having similar dreams of me.

I pulled away this time, giving him my best doe eyes through hooded lids as I suggested, "shall we go inside?"

Without a second thought, Andy was out of the car, opening my door for me. Within moments, our lips were connected again, my arms draped around his neck, his hands quick to grab my waist. He lead me into his house, our mouths moving fast, passion coursing through our veins like electricity. I squealed in surprise when he lifted me, wrapping my legs around his waist as he carried me up the stairs. We were a mess of giggles and laboured breathing, bumping into walls, and desperately grabbing at one another.

Despite the desperation in our actions, he softly laid me onto his bed, crawling in between my thighs before kissing me again. I ran my hands up the sides of his torso, feeling him shudder slightly under my touch.

I could feel his hard on digging into my thigh, and suddenly my clothes were the biggest inconvenience known to man. "Show me, Andy," I breathed in between kisses, his lips now on my neck, my knickers well on their way to being drenched. "All the things you've been wanting to do to me."

He let out a deep, guttural sound somewhere between a strangled moan and a whine. He reluctantly pulled himself from me, slipping his shoes off in two fluid movements. He knelt before me, my entire ankle easily in the grip of his hand. He unbuckled my heels, slipping them off with a kiss to each of my calves. He slowly ran his hands up my legs, planting a trail of kisses upon each inch of skin he touched, the heat in my core beginning to boil.

He looked up through his head of curls, eyes dark and hungry. "You sure you want this, darlin'?"

I nodded desperately, hands instantly finding their way into his hair to bring his lips to mine again. His tongue prodded at my bottom lip and I let him in my mouth without hesitation, allowing him to explore. This only caused my desire for his tongue elsewhere to grow insurmountably.

All of my senses came to life when I felt his hand moving toward my inner thigh, opening my legs wide for him to grant him full access. His fingers made their way to my core, a soft groan fleeting from his lips. "Fuck," he breathed against my lips, slipping a ridiculously long finger inside of me with ease. I moaned into his mouth, one of my hands reaching down to grab his wrist, encouraging him to insert another. He did, curling his fingers with such precision that if I my brain weren't staticky from the feeling, I'd question how many lovers he'd had. He continued to pump his fingers in and out of me, kissing my neck as he did so, eyes glued to my face as if he were memorising every expression he pulled from me.

"Need to feel you," I choked out breathlessly, desperately cupping his face. "Please."

He smiled wickedly, kissing my lips once more before pulling his fingers out, dipping them straight into his mouth. My jaw nearly detached from my face at the gesture, my stomach flipping harder than ever. I watched in awe as he pulled his shirt off, his pants soon to follow, absolutely shocked that the shy, awkward, nerdy Andrew I thought I knew did not exist within these walls. I could see the outline of his cock through his boxers, swallowing hard. How on Earth was that going to fit? I sat up to rid myself of my dress, allowing it to pool around my ankles as he watched on, cock twitching beneath the thin cotton.

I made my way to him, helping him remove the last bit of clothing keeping us apart, eyes nearly bulging out of my head when I saw him. All of him. He may be the most beautiful man I have ever seen.

His hands quickly found my face, reeling me in with those lips once more before laying me on the bed again. His eyes searched mine again for any doubt, not finding any, but something else. "You okay?"

"Yes, just preparing," I laughed, only half joking.

"You're okay, you can take it," he kissed my cheek softly, lining himself up with my entrance. I gasped at the sharp sting of the stretch, holding my breath briefly. He halted all movement, no doubt used to this happening. "Tell me when, baby."

I rested my hands on his shoulders, taking a deep breath before nodding. He slowly slipped the rest of his length in, our beautiful harmonisation of moans filling the air.

It was only painful for a moment before I was practically begging for more. He was as long and thick as you’d expect, but God, nothing could have prepared me. He began to form a steady rhythm, thrusting in and out of me while I whined under his touch.

To feel his body weight on mine, his warmth, his scent, his love - I had ascended from my human form. I caved, begging him for more, begging him to fuck me how he wanted to.

He captured my lips with his mid way through a thrust, his cock slamming into that spot that made my brain fuzzy. I dug my nails into his shoulders, gasping into his mouth, “just like that.”

He obliged, one of his hands steadying himself with the headboard, the other cupping the back of my head. I wondered why, until he really found his rhythm.

With each delicious thrust, he would effectively hit my g-spot, making me weak as jelly under him, barely able to form words. My head was hitting his hand with the sheer force of each thrust, and I’m sure the thought of him protecting my skull would make me swoon if I weren’t on the brink of tears, producing noises I didn’t know I was capable of.

“Andy, Andy,” I chanted his name breathlessly, unable to even open my eyes as pleasure cradled my entire being. I’d never heard my voice this desperate ever, to the point that I had no autonomy over my words and vocality, like my soul was speaking without getting confirmation from my brain first. “You- feel- so- good,” I was near crying between each thrust, my mouth completely dry from all the panting.

“You feel good too, darlin’,” he grinned, removing his hand from the bed head and dropping it down to my clit. “So fuckin’ good.”

My jaw went slack, no coherent words falling from my mouth, just rhapsodies of praise in the form of whimpers and laboured breaths.

"Want you to cum for me," he breathed, his thrusts growing sloppy ever so slightly.

"Keep going," I barely got the words out, the coil in my stomach tightening as he dragged me closer to the edge with every word, every thrust, every skilled dance of his fingers over my clit. "Andy," I warned loudly, the high pitch of my tone sounding foreign to my ears, unsure if had even fallen from my tongue. "Oh, my God, I'm gonna-"

Within an instant, I unravelled beneath his touch, moaning a string of curses I couldn't even hear as the static in my mind grew overwhelming. I shook uncontrollably, every muscle of mine growing limp yet tensing and spasming at the same time. My back arched and my toes curled, crescent moon shapes from my fingernails marking his beautiful skin; a reminder to us both of how euphoric he had made me feel. My orgasm rippled through me like waves in a storm, pummelling me over and over as I couldn't stop my eyes from rolling into the back of my head, unable to open them, unable to close my mouth as a slurry of cries dripped from my soul. Unsure of what came over me, I begged, “please cum in me,” wanting nothing more than to feel every ounce of his loving.

When I finally came back down to Earth, the waves crashed into him, the most angelic sounds flooding the four walls we were confined to. Overstimulation wracked my bones, panting into his mouth as he rode out the rest of his high, a clash of tongue and teeth as he kissed me once more. He pumped into me a few more unsteady times, his arms shaking as they struggled to hold his weight any longer.

He pulled out of me slowly, the loss of contact leaving me with a hollow feeling, immediately clinging to him the second his head hit the pillow beside me.

“Andrew,” I breathed in disbelief, titling my head to see the tired smile on his face. “I don’t even have words.”

“Could say the same to you!” He sighed, content with his arm around me, our bodies gently slowing back to normal. “What an angel.”

You are the angel, is what I wanted to say. Instead, I basked in his warmth, his scent flooding my senses as my soul unwillingly reconnected with my body.

“Write a song about this, would ya?” I laughed against his skin, tracing shapes into his chest, feeling like I was the main character in a cheesy rom-com.

“Way ahead of ya, love,” he grinned back, pressing a soft kiss to the top of my head. “Wanna have a shower? Or is that too much?”

I looked up at him with furrowed brows and pursed lips. “Andrew. There’s a chance you just knocked me up. No, showering together is not too much.”

“Don’t even joke about that,” he groaned, abruptly rolling out of bed, picking me up bridal style and carrying me to the bathroom. He laughed devilishly at the squeak he elicited from me, kissing my face while I smiled and giggled like a fool.

Fuck.

He towered over me, the beads of water dripping from his hair onto me. He looked beautiful, contented in serenity, similar to how I was feeling, I'm sure. He lathered my body in soapy suds, nothing remotely sexual in the gesture. I did the same for him, enveloped in the warmth of his skin, acclimated to the same temperature of the water. If this were my last moment on Earth, I would die happy. Andrew had a way of making me forget every bad moment of my life. Every poor decision, every tear cried for a man who only thought about himself. Surely, this was too soon to be labelled as love. But it sure felt like it.

"You are so beautiful."

i hope u liked it if u didn't tell me if u did leave requests of something you'd like to see in this next xo and i'm aware of all the run on sentences, i'm sorry if that makes it difficult to read. i will not shut up! even in text

[ktficworld]

Lies and Lavish

Chapter 1: introduction

Pairing: soft dark! Andy Barber x reader, soft dark! Steve Rogers x reader, soft dark! Clark Kent x reader, soft dark! Bucky x reader, soft dark! Bruce Wayne x reader

Summary: You finally pull your head out of your studies and go to your long time friend's wedding to relax. And it's going to be alright, even if the infamous five brothers tend to linger around you a little too long, even when you share a past with one of them, even if their darkness is slowly approaching you. It's going to be okay, right?

Warnings: angst, mutual pining, manhandling, violence (by reader)

A/n: phew, it's finally here. Let me know what you think and please reblog it. It give ke motivation.

The wind whistled in the air mingling with the horns and roars of the cars, more expensive than your soul.

You sighed at the gigantic iron gate before you as the straps of your backpack dug into your shoulder. You were really second guessing your visit but the thought of your friend made you shake your head. After all, it was your childhood best friend wedding, even if it was to Ransom Drysdale. How did she managed to win that throttle? You would never know. But then again, not everybody's life revolved around school and sleep.

You glanced at the two additional bags you brought. Your backpack had essentials and your books. Even though, you came to relax, you'd still squeeze in some study. Business was no easy major and your finals were four months away.

You gripped your trolley bags and meekly shuffled towards the gate and entered the Drysdale estate through a smaller door-like gate. You sighed and looked around for any worker or someone who could help you with this maze.

Honk.

You jumped, clutching your racing heart as the loud noise pulled you out of your reverie. You began turning your head to glare at the motherfucker who almost gave you a heart attack, when an oh-so familiar voice called out your name.

"Luna! Come here."

You caught a glimpse of a Rolls Royce with a familiar sticker before you turned to beam at your friend, Alaïa. She waved at you with a megawatt smile and you thanked your lucky stars for working today as you dragged the bags and yourself towards her.

"Hi Alaïa, oh god! I can't believe you are getting married. Congratulations!" You said while intertwining your hands with hers, bouncing giddily.

"Thanks sis and gimme this," She pulled the bag off from your shoulders and deposited it on the nearby trolley bag. She glanced around and beckoned someone to where you were standing. "Leo, can you put these bags in the guest room I set up. Thank you." She politely ordered and off went your bags.

"Wow, Alaïa. You're living like a queen, huh?" You said, distracted by the large man taking away your luggage.

"Well, perks of marrying a rich man."

At that your smile faltered. You gradually dragged your gaze back to her. "Listen, Alaïa, you know I don't beat around the bush so I'm just gonna ask you. Are you okay with Ransom bringing more wives in the future?"

That was the new normal now. Apparently, 50 percent divorce rate was too alarming for the governments around the world. Add the loneliness statistics and now getting a divorce was nearly impossible. However, those who had the money to keep multiple partners, were allowed. Yes, polygamy was now legal. But the financially dependent partner had no say in this arrangement and that was why you feared for Alaïa.

Alaïa grimaced. "I know you're blunt. But you don't have to put it like that and don't worry. Ransom has promised to stay with me and only me."

They meant nothing. You were promised too. "But Alaïa, people change. What if he just said that to trap you? What will you do when he brings home some bimbo twenty years younger than him?"

People do change sometimes, even overnight. Or maybe they just hide their true face so perfectly that you couldn't see past those roses and sweet nothings.

Alaïa's lips tugged upwards into a half, bitter smile. "You think I'm a gold digger, don't ya?"

You gasped at the accusation. "God, no. And even if you were a gold digger, there's nothing wrong with it in this economy. The golden days are long gone. I'm just concerned about you, Alaïa."

"Hmmm, I know you only want the best for me. And I was just teasing you. I have signed the open marriage arrangement."

You heaved a sigh of relief but couldn't help thinking that somebody had definitely shamed her with that tag. "You scared me. It's great Ransom offered you that. Maybe, he is actually really committed to you." There were men and women who would allow the courtesy of an open marriage to their financially dependent partner, in case they marry again. So, if Ransom was really risking his fragile male ego, then he really meant it in your opinion.

"Yeah, maybe we can find you a committed one or two here. Look, their eyes are already wandering over you." She said with way too much enthusiasm and pointed behind you where few men were eyeing you with interest.

You whipped your head back to your friend, now accompanied with a sharp glare. "Absolutely not! I don't plan on marrying. Ever. And especially not to those dogs lolling their tongue."

Alaïa laughed at your little outburst and hooked her arm with yours. "I'm joking. Now, come on. Let's get you to Harlan." And began leading you inside the mansion.

But you planted your feet on the ground, causing her to stagger back to you. "Why would I meet Harlan?" You asked, bewildered.

She looked at you sheepishly. "I may have bragged about your writing and business skills way too much. Because as soon as I said you were coming today, he instructed me to bring you straight to his office."

What did your friend tell him that Harlan Thrombey wanted to meet you? And not just meet you but meet you straight away? It annoyed you nonetheless. "Alaïa, but-"

"No if and buts. You are going to the office right now." She declared and dragged your whining body with her.

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"Harlan, look who's here." Alaïa announced as she pushed open the large doors.

You stood beside her and smiled at Harlan when his eyes lit up. "Oh, Luna. Welcome dear. I have heard a lot about you." He said with a good-natured smile.

"I don't know what she has told you but I'm definitely not what you think." You said, stepping towards him.

Harlan huffed out a chuckle. "I call it nonsense. I have seen you work, I have seen your articles. You are an asset to have-"

"How are you doing, Harlan?" A dark baritone voice called from behind as the doors flung open, sending shivers down your spine.

You gazed back and your breath hitched in your throat. In walked The Five Brothers, the richest and most dangerous people in the world. If one percent of the world's population ruled the 99 percent, then they ruled the hundred percent of it. They had unimaginable power, both legally and illegally.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you had company." The eldest, Andy Barber said. You didn't catch the intrigue in his voice.

Because among them was him. He was the last one to come in, your eyes locked for a second and an emotion you couldn't decipher passed through his eyes before he completely disregarded you and returned to his nonchalant attitude.

And why would he care? You meant nothing to him. Or he wouldn't have left the way he did. It was just a second of eye contact but for you it felt like eternity as the bittersweet memories flashed before your eyes. They were tainted by the black cloud of reality but for you, they meant everything. Because even if you were a mere lay for him. You liked that bastard. Loved even, if you allowed yourself that pain.

"Luna, I didn't know he'd come. I'm sorry." Alaïa said but you were already too out of your mind to care about her words.

You were drowning. Drowning in pain, in the memories, in the abandonment after swearing to never love, seeing your parents example. Only to open your heart to that asshole and have it smashed into a billion pieces.

Your lungs were bursting and tears were prickling your eyes. You didn't want to cry over that fucker, never, not again. But your breath was already coming out in short puffs and it was getting difficult to remain discreet. You were going to cry, you couldn't help it.

"Harlan, my head is hurting like crazy. I think coming here in this scorching heat caused it. Can we talk at night?" You blurted out as you released a shuddery breath, unshed tears bluring your vision.

Harlan's eyes softened and he gave you a compassionate smile. "Of course, dear. Take care of yourself."

You nodded with a wry smile and turned to leave. Attempting to bypass the large men that had engulfed the entire study.

There was no furniture at the door, no plants but you still gasped as your feet hit something, disbalancing you as you fell. However, before you could fall, a pair of strong arms caught you. You knew who caught you, you knew that scent too well. You looked up to glare at him. He made you fall.

"Woah, babe. I know women fall head over heels for me but I didn't mean it literally." He chuckled and you screwed your eyes shut to stop yourself from slapping the fuck out of him.

"Maybe you are way too sick. Should I escort you to your room?" He said and you snapped your gazes up at him.

You wanted to squirm out of his hold. Maybe stomp on his feet. You wanted to run away but the bruising grip around your waist didn't allow you the courtesy. His signet ring digging into your skin, as if pleading to agree, to hear whatever he wanted to say or do.

"Please." You whispered, you didn't know what you were asking. To tell you the truth and finally give you closure or to not break your heart again.

You squealed as he collected you in his arms. Promptly trapping you.

"Yeah, Bruce just go and drop her. Don't mess around here, okay." Andy said with a sigh.

"Of course, brother. Why would I do that now?" Bruce said with feigned innocence, causing all of his brothers to scoff.

He turned to Alaïa and stared at her expectantly. "Oh, third floor, last room on the left side." She hastily informed.

He nodded with his charming smile and dashed out the door. But you knew he wasn't taking you to your room.

"Bruce put me down." You said with calm firmness. Finally getting a hold of your emotions.

"No." He said with an attitude as he marched up the stairs, the forcing rocking you hard in his arms as you clutched his shoulders.

"Bruce, I said let me go and don't give me that attitude."

No answer.

"BRUCE LET ME DOWN." You were suddenly pushed into a dark corridor. His entire weight pinned you down to keep you from squirming away.

His head whipped to the right side, inky hair cascading over his forehead as your slap echoed in the hollow corridor. He did not move his head, did not bat an eye, hell! He looked like he wasn't even breathing.

You snapped his face to the left as you hit him again and again. You knew it was wrong. You knew he wasn't feeling more than a pat on his cheeks as you were no match for his strength but you still did it. Once, twice, thrice. You did it till tears rolling down your cheeks blurred your vision, till your hands hurt and shook, till they were covered by larger ones.

You wanted to cry on his shoulder, like how you did when you didn't get the expected result but you refrained from it. And leaned against the wall instead.

"Want to hit me again? Go ahead." Bruce whispered, his thumbs soothing your aching palms. There was emotion in his voice now, the care that he lacked before.

"You left," You said through sobs. "You left after we lost our virginity together!"

"I did. But I never wanted to leave you. I had to." He replied, his voice cracking in the end.

"That is not a good fucking excuse, Bruce Wayne." You bit back and tried to wriggle out of his hold but you were further pressed into the fall when he caught onto your escape plan.

"I'm not making any excuses Luna. I had no choice, we had no choice! They were so close to uncovering our identity. We would have been done for."

"Who they? What they? Bruce do you seriously give this explanation to every single woman you fuck and abandon? When you take their virginity or sack a married woman? You are a pathetic excuse of a man, Bruce." You were just his practice. Someone he lost his virginity to, nothing more, nothing less. You were done. You didn't want any closure, any explanation if this was what you were getting. You wanted him out of your sight and life. Even if it meant leaving your best friend's wedding.

"I swear on my dead mother's grave I didn't want to leave, Luna!" Bruce roared and you finally halted, coming down from your hysteria. You looked at him as you both heaved.

He swore on his mother. The mother who he loved dearly. Who was kicked out on the streets with his other four brothers by their father and mistress, throwing them out of the life of luxury to beg on the streets. The one who died in front of him in a car accident when he was just eight.

Bruce told you all this when he was too drunk or too sleepy to care. So you weren't relying on gossip here.

Now you listened to him as he took a deep breath. "Do you think I like it? Moving from one place to another on a day's notice? Working minimum wage jobs even though we were far more capable? Changing identities like clothes? Do you think we liked living in fear? I had a red dot on my forehead, Luna. Heck! Maybe I still do and when I say I didn't have the time to even say goodbye, I mean it. And no, I didn't sleep with married women, didn't take anyone's virginity. All hook ups were consensual and I don't give anyone any excuse or explanation."

"Is this really the truth?" You asked, exhausted and relaxed at the same time.

"It is, Luna. I never wanted to leave you. I-missed you." He whispered and gingerly touched his forehead with yours and when you didn't jerk away, he released a shuddery breath.

"I don't forgive you." You whispered back, touching his stubbled jaw. God, his warmth, he still used that aftershave. It brought back so many memories.

"You don't have to."

"Are you asking for it?"

"Yes."

To your dismay, a hope bloomed in your heart that maybe, you would be able to forgive him with time and rekindle the unsaid. However, you quickly crushed that desire. You were worlds apart now. You were still grinding your ass to study and get a good job while he was one of the richest men in the world. You didn't belong here. He did.

You slid your head from his forehead to his chest as he buried his head into your hair. You let a few more tears fall off your eyes as a pang of headache hit you. It was great while it lasted.

"Bruce-oh! You know her?" A surprised voice startled you as Bruce tensed underneath your hold.

He sucked in a deep breath and whirled around so quickly it gave you whiplash, his tall stature shielding you completely. "And now why would I tell you, shorty? Were you stalking me?" He said with a sardonic smirk as you gaped at him.

This was not the sensible, careful and vulnerable Bruce. This was the rude, condescending and arrogant rich asshole everybody knew him as. Granted he always had a bad temper with an even worse mouth but this was not him. Maybe he changed overtime.

Bucky didn't even bat an eye over his height's judgement and said. "No, I wasn't stalking you. You were taking too long so Steve told me to check if you were behaving. Now who is she?" Bucky's mouth also turned upwards, his almost green eyes twinkling with mischief as his chocolate hair fell over his forehead. Even if Bucky was on the shorter side, it did nothing to deter his beauty.

Your thoughts were interpreted by the loud snort of Bruce. "Come on, Buck. You are becoming such a pet of our Stevie. I don't know what treats he gives you but they sure look worth it. And as for her?" Bruce turned to you, head cocked with a raised eyebrow.

You sidestepped Bruce and came face to face with Bucky. You told him your name. "People call me Luna, I'm his friend from college."

Bucky let out a breathy chuckle. "Honey, he changed colleges like clothes. You'd have to be more specific."

"Very first college, Buck. You know." Bruce said nonchalantly and your head snapped to glare at him. You were half upset when you thought his brothers didn't know about you but as Bucky's flicked over you and your cheeks heated up. You wanted them to forget about you.

You glanced at Bucky with an awkward smile as realisation dawned on him and his mouth curved in a o shape. He stuck out his hand for you with a warm smile. "Don't worry, doll face. Only I and Bruce know about you and his… friendship." You shook it.

"Bruce, I didn't know she was such a beauty. You should have told us. We would have taken her with us." You and Bucky laughed. However, Bruce only narrowed his eyes and his jaw ticked.

"I should escort her to her room." Bucky said.

"But that's my duty."

"No, Harlan wants to discuss AI so he needs you. Plus, I have a message to deliver to, doll face."

Bruce huffed and nodded reluctantly. All three of you went to the stairs before diverging. However, you still felt Bruce's eyes as you glanced over your shoulder and found him looking longingly at you. You gave him a smile before he disappeared down the stairs.

"So what is the message you have to deliver, Mr. Barnes?" You ask in a whisper.

Bucky suddenly hooked his arm in your and pulled you towards him, making your breath hitch at the closeness as his heady scent made you dizzy.

"It's Bucky Alaïa wants you to meet her in the garden at 5. She wants you to meet Ransom." He whispered back in your ear and you gulped as it sounded like a dark lullaby to your brain.

"O-okay." You stammeredq out as your room finally arrived.

"Bye, bye, doll face." Bucky rasped close to your face and you were almost disappointed that you arrived so quickly.

Now that Bucky had left, his words registered in your brain. Why the fuck did Alaïa want you to meet Ransom? Was she planning on making you a mistress? You should really stop reading those reddit stories.

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You dressed into a black, long dress after taking a nice shower and scrubbing away all the dirt and sweat. After shower feeling was the best feeling.

You gilded down the stairs, stepping into the bustling living room. You promptly avoided all of the people and made a beeline for the door leading to the garden. But you stumbled forward, almost falling to the ground as someone had just stepped on your dress. Perfect!

You turned around and your scathing words died an untimely death on your tongue as your eyes landed on the burly man. A phone pressed between his shoulder and ear as his brows were furrowed in concentration and frustration, his pink lips jutting out as his blonde hair made his blue eyes shine even brighter.

Steve Rogers. Even if he looked a tid bit more approachable than his twin, he still wasn't someone to mess with. And if you cussed at him, well then you could say goodbye to your career.

You sighed and tentatively stepped closer to him. Gingerly, you touched his bicep.

"Hey, stay away from him!" A coarse, deep voice thundered, making you shriek away from Steve as it left you shaking with fear.

This caught Steve's attention as he looked at you and then at his right. "Clark, where are your manners? Yelling at a lady? And for no reason?"

Clark hissed but you weren't able to look at him. "Shit, brother. I wasn't yelling at her. The man behind you, he has a knife."

You furrowed your brows and turned behind to a worker holding a knife with a deer caught in headlights look.

Steve raised an eyebrow at him as he quickly stuttered out. "This is to open a package." And tossed the knife to a nearby worker who disappeared to the storage room.

Steve sighed heavily. "Clark, I can defend myself, you know that right? Why do you overreact so much? And did you not see her?" And pointed at you.

Clark replied after a beat of silence. "I genuinely didn't. I'm sorry…" He started walking towards you but you only recoiled into Steve with each step he took.

You didn't want his apology, at least not right now. You were far too shaken to think coherently.

Steve sighed and coiled an arm around your clinging form and caressed your side. "Clark, not right now. She's far too shaken up to not cry or scream at you. Try again, later."

"But, brother-"

"Leave." He said through gritted teeth.

Clark's footsteps faded away as you involuntarily hid in his chest, his earthy scent grounding you as he shushed you. "Hey, doll. It's okay, it's alright. He won't hurt you, no one would. It was just a misunderstanding, stop shaking babydoll." He cooed.

His soft deep voice relaxed you but as soon as the fear was gone, embarrassment burnt your cheeks as you stepped away.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to… " You rasped. Did you just rub yourself on The Steve Rogers like a needy kitten?

"Don't say that, doll. My brother caused it so I must fix it."

"Thank you and-" You yelped as you descended down the floor. His foot was still on your dress. Great!

You braced yourself for the impact but bounced in two strong arms as your hands flew to his forearms.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know I was standing on your dress." He said when you snapped your eyes open.

You were swimming in his blue gaze of concern and sincerity. "Yeah, that's what I was trying to say."

"What's your name, doll? Hmmm?" He asked after brought you back to your feet. Your eyes fluttered as his knuckles ran softly over your cheek.

You told him your name.

"Doll is much better, suits you well. Where were you going, anyway?" He quietly asked.

"I-um, I was going to meet Ransom."

"Oh, I was going to meet him as well. Let's go together."

"No, thank you." You politely declined.

"Come with me." He said and dragged you towards the garden.

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You talked with Ransom till seven, he wasn't at all like the media projected him. Maybe he changed for Alaïa as he was really committed and determined to do things right. They had your blessings to put your feelings into words.

After Steve dragged you to the garden. He was courteous enough to let you talk to your friend and Ransom privately before he joined.

Then you went to finally meet Harlan and had the overdue talk. He wanted to discuss the latest trends in the writing industry and how to incorporate it in his company's branding. So, that it could appeal to younger audience.

It was a long and draining conversation and you deeply sighed, leaning against the wooden door of Harlan's office. You were finally going to the garden, which you wanted to revisit since you stepped foot in it.

"Miss?"

You gasped at the voice and started for the stairs but Clark's body blocked your path, pushing you against the door.

"I didn't want to scare you." He said, genuinely remorseful.

"You are doing that right now." You snapped and he put up his hands in surrender.

"It's not intentional, I swear."

It might not be. The brothers were tall, except Bucky but Clark was a beast. His biceps were larger than your hand and he practically dwarfed you with his sheer shadow. His eyes were also blue but they had a brown sprinkled in them. He had a little beard with a moustache that made him look even more intimidating and sexy. You had never seen a man who looked this sexy in a moustache.

"Well then be more mindful." You bit back.

He nodded and snaked his hand behind him and pulled out a rose. And not just any rose but a black rose. Where he found it you had no idea but it mesmerized you nonetheless. It was something you had only seen on television and seeing it in real life left you agape.

He offered the rose to you. "I'm sorry, princess." He whispered, the nickname heating up your cheeks.

You gingerly took the rose and let a giddy smile tug on your lips. "Okay, I forgive you. Just remember you are way bigger and stronger than most people. Use your strength wisely." He nodded with a bunny smile and you smiled back before heading to the garden.

You loudly and walked into the garden in peace. Walking in the open at night was another level of tranquillity that you didn't get very often, thanks to your dorm in the concrete jungle.

You twirled the rose in your hand, halting at nearby flowers. You bit your lips wanting to pluck some and put them in a vase. Even though they wouldn't last forever, the contrast would still look appealing.

But you didn't have the permission of any of the Drysdale.

"Couldn't sleep?" A dark baritone voice said from behind.

You flinched and turned around to be greeted by Andy Barber, wearing a simple white tee and sweats. A silver chain peeking through the collar as a smirk danced across his bearded cheeks.

"Pleasure meeting you, Mr. Barber."

"The feeling is mutual, miss. How's your headache now?" He raised a brow.

You told him your name and nickname. "And it's much better now, thanks for asking."

"Hmmm, Luna, so fitting for the person and the setting," He erased the distance between you two in two long strides and glanced at you. "I couldn't blame you. The night is beautiful."

"But the garden is even more beautiful." You said as he glanced at you.

"Indeed."

"I don't get to dwell in the greenery much." You resumed your walking.

"How so?" He followed.

"It's just study, sleep and sometimes relax for me."

"What are you studying?"

"Business, last year."

"Internship."

"Freelance." You said with a shake of your head. Andy somehow liked your presence and so did you. He was like the ocean.

"And won't you ask me about my work?" He teased as you were back behind the bushes of colourful roses.

"I know everything about that, Mr. Barber."

"It's Andy, darling," He said and only then did you notice the distance, or lack thereof between you and him. "And so confident about it, darling?"

You swallowed through your smile. "Well, everybody knows about how your work is going. So I'm pretty confident."

He chuckled. "I like it. Tell me more."

You resisted the urge to narrow your eyes as he seemed way too interested in a mere student and you have also grown tired.

"A black rose?" He voiced suddenly, lifting your hand to examine the item.

"Yes, isn't it unique?"

"That it is. Who gave you this?" He demanded softly.

You hesitated before speaking. "Mr. Kent."

"Who?" Andy asked as if you had told him the answer to the Bermuda Triangle mystery.

"Mr. Kent " You squealed as his thumb brushed the underside of your hand.

"Why?"

"Because he accidentally scared me by screaming."

He huffed out a chuckle. "Typical of Clark," He walked closer to you, ceasing the distance between you two completely. You averted your eyes as the tension grew. "It'll look better with some companions."

His hand went above your head and you gasped as he presented you red, yellow, white and light pink roses.

"Andy, you don't have the permission for that." You breathed and shook your head.

"Oh honey, I have all the permission you need." He said and handed you the roses. "Take them, they'll look good together."

You nodded. "Ah, actually I'm feeling sleepy and I'm kinda an insomniac, so it's an opportunity I can't miss. We'll resume our conversation tomorrow." You lied.

He pondered over your words, making you nervous before he smiled and nodded. "Of course, sleep is important. Especially to a beauty like you."

You offered a parting smile and walked away. You hugged yourself as a chill ran down your spine. It was not because of the cold night but the gaze that bore into you and the dark aura that clung to you, you couldn't shake it off even when you tried.

You felt something would change drastically, what and how. You didn't know.

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[cevansbrat0007]

The Green Light: Teaser

Summary: Teaser. Andy is over the moon when you finally get the green light to be intimate again after the birth of your babies. But how do you explain to him that you're not quite comfortable with your post-pregnancy body just yet?

Warnings: Smut, Husband Andy Barber, Daddy Kink, Insecure Reader, Post-Pregnancy Body, Discussions of Intimacy, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Full story coming soon! Prompt courtesy of an anonymous reader. Part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. Warnings subject to change. All mistakes are my own. Please let me know your thoughts!

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You wait to check your phone until after your appointment is over and you're safely back in your car.

2 Missed Calls - Andy Bear

3 New Texts - Andy Bear

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Andy…” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Bye, Andy Bear.”

"Goodbye, little love.”

END TEASER

[agirlwithbigdreamsforher]

MR. AND MRS. BARBER

THE NANNY: ONE SHOT

MR. AND MRS. BARBER

Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC)

Summary: I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Barber.

Warnings: NONE.

A/N:  I honestly cried while writing this. The song I chose for them was “In your eyes” by Peter Gabriel.

Word count: 1609

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“I think I’m about to throw up.” Annie said as she was getting her make up done.

“Just breathe, darling. You are going to be fine.” Justin, the makeup artist, told her.

“Right, breath.” She took a deep breath and let the air out of her mouth.

“You should probably eat something.” Sharon said.

“Your friend is right. You need to eat before the weeding, I don’t think you want to pass out while walking down the aisle.”

Meanwhile Andy was at the house running around trying to get Jake and himself ready.

“Come on, buddy.”

“No! I don’t like the jacket!”

“Fine! No jacket, but you have to wear the vest and your bowtie.”

“I look stupid.”

“Hey! Language. Thank god, Annie is not here.” Jake ran to his room. “Jake! Please! Do this for me and Annie, it’s just one day, I promise!”

Jake crossed his arms, “I want ice cream.”

“This is not a negotiation!”

“My terms are final.”

“I get you ice cream if you let me dress you.”

Jake thought for a bit before smiling widely “Ok!”

It was 6:30 when Andy left the house along with Jake in the car.

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“Please, can someone tell me if Andy is here?”

Annie was ready in the room of the hotel where the wedding was taking place. Pacing around the room with a knot in her stomach.

“I’ll go and check.” Mark said.

Mark was about to leave when Tom walked in.

“Wow!” He looked at her sister lovingly, “You look so beautiful. You look like a princess.” His eyes watered.

“Please don’t cry. If you cry, I’ll cry and that will ruin my make up.” She hugged his brother.

“Yeah, you’re right!” He let out his breath, “Andy is gonna died when he sees you.”

“So, he is here?”

“Of course! I have never seen him so nervous by the way. Not even when he asked for my permission to marry you.” He winked at Annie. “Are you ready?”

“I think so.”

“It’s never too late to run away.” Annie slap him on the chest, “OW! I’m kidding!”

“Let’s go then.”

Annie hooked her arm to his brother’s and left the room, followed by Sharon and Mark.

A couple of minutes later they stood in front of the doors of the hall where all the guests were waiting for her to begin the ceremony.

The wedding march began to play behind the doors and then they open. Everyone were standing there looking at her.

“Breath” Tom said in a low voice and caressed her hand, “Focus on Andy.”

And she did. There he was, wearing a blue tux, smiling and with tears in his eyes. She smiled to him and then they walked.

Andy couldn’t believe what his eyes were seeing, Annie was like a vision, an angel. He could sword there was light coming out of her as he saw her walking down the aisle, she looked perfect; she looked beautiful as always.

Tom handed his sister’s hand to Andy. “Take care of her, will you?”

“I will.” Andy took Annie’s hand, “Hi.”

“Hi.” She smiled.

“Good evening,” The minister spoke, “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today in the presence of these witnesses, to join Andy and Annie in matrimony. Their time together, they have seen their love and understanding of each other grow and blossom and now they have decided to live out the rest of their lives as one. If any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together - let them speak now or forever hold their peace.” No one said anything. “Marriage is a commitment to life, the best that two people can find and bring out in each other…”

The minister continued as Annie and Andy shared loving looks at each other, not really paying attention to what was happening around them.

“I believe you have written some vows.”

“Yes.” Andy said as he took out a piece of paper out of his pocket. “Annie, I love you with my whole heart. My love for you it’s so great that I can’t express it with words. I promise to be your honest, faithful and loving husband as long as we both live. I will always protect you from harm, to stand with you against your troubles, and to look to you when I need protection.” A few tears were running down his cheeks at this point. He took a breath and continued. “Thank you for being a mother to Jake, for taking care of him, and loving him as if he was your own kid. I couldn’t ask for a better woman to raise Jake with. I love you, and I always will.”

“Annie?”

“Yes,” She turned to take her piece of paper from Mark, “Andy, you helped me when I needed the most. You are my every dream come true, and I can't wait for the reality we get to build together. I choose you and promise to choose you as my husband every day we wake. I will love you in word and deed. I will laugh with you, cry with you, scream with you, grow with you, and craft with you. To be your kin and your partner in all of life's adventures is all I could hope for in the world. Loving what I know of you and trusting what I don't yet know, I give you my hand. I give you my love. I give you myself, the good, the bad, and the yet to come. I love you with all my heart, Andy.”

“Andy, do you take this woman to be your wife, to live together in matrimony, to love her, to honor her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?”

"I do."  Andy said confident.

“Annie, do you take this man to be your husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?" 

"I do." Annie said tearfully.

"Repeat after me, Andy" The minister said the lines and Andy repeat them.

"I, Andy, take you Annie, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part." 

Annie then followed through.

"I, Annie, take you Andy, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part." 

“Can we have the rings?” Jake walked towards his dad and handed him the ring, while Sharon did the same with Annie.

"I give you this ring as a token and pledge of our constant faith and abiding love." They both said one at the time as they exchanged their rings.

"By virtue of the authority vested in me under the laws of the State of Massachusetts, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Andy, you may kiss the bride."

“Finally!” He said and got closer to her wife and kissed her.

“I now present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Barber.”

All the guests began clapping as they continued kissing.

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“LET’S WELCOME MR. AND MRS. BARBER!!!!!” The singer of the band said through the mic. Everyone cheered and clapped as they walked into the venue. “COME ON! LET’S HEAR IT FOR THE HAPPY COUPLE!” people kept clapping as they moved to the middle of the dance floor. “And now, please everybody take your sits, as the newlyweds will share their first dance together.” The room became silent, “This was a special request from the husband. Annie, this is for you.”

Andy grabbed Annie’s right hand as she placed the other on his shoulder; and the band began to play.

Annie still didn’t know what song Andy had picked for them. He always kept it a secret.

Love I get so lost sometimes

Days pass and this emptiness fills my heart

When I want to run away I drive off in my car

But whichever way I go

I come back to the place you are.

Annie listened to the song attentively as they swing back and forth.

All my instincts, they return

The grand facade, so soon will burn

Without a noise, without my pride

I reach out from the inside

She heard Andy began to sing and turned to see him. He was looking at her, with all the love he had in him. His hand caressed her cheek and she closed her eyes as they hugged each other.

In your eyes

The light, the heat (in your eyes)

I am complete (in your eyes)

I see the doorway (in your eyes)

To a thousand churches (in your eyes)

The resolution (in your eyes)

Of all the fruitless searches (in your eyes).

Oh, I see the light and the heat (in your eyes)

Oh, I wanna be that complete

I wanna touch the light, the heat I see in your eyes.

The song soon came to an end, and they kissed like there was no one around them.

“Congratulations Andy and Annie! We wish you a life time of happiness.” The singer said, “Now let’s get this party started. But first, dinner. Everybody enjoy and we will come back later to keep celebrating our couple.”

“I love you.”

“I love you more, Andy.”

[pokemonastro]

#Page1Book1 #PokemonAstro

18th Birthday Hurtday

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Sunday, Decis 1, 2023, 7:00AM

Mooncrest, Calvada, Calnova

Climate: Cold, Wet, Windy, Foggy Skies

Brother Marek's Cabin

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"When sudden change is filling you with dread and anxiety, remember to wear your heart on your poisonous horns and pierce on boldly. -Elkhorn Horoscope, Pokezine"

Andrew Diaz, just turned 18, reads his magazine as he arrives to his brother Marek's Cabin in a moving truck.

He spends most of the morning unpacking, settling in his new home with his older sister, Linda.

His room is upstairs with grey walls, reminded him of steel type pokemon.

He wishes his parents were around to see them, too bad they're busy out in space doing missions.

Andrew goes downstairs and his sister talks to him.

Linda: "Andy, i think it's time you go to the lab and get yourself a pokemon. You graduated highschool, you're an adult, and you don't even have a pokemon. Maybe its time to earn some badges."

Marek calls on Andrews Pokegear, and Andrew answers.

Andrew: "Hello?"

Marek: "Happy birthday Andickus! I'm sorry i couldn't greet you in person, but i promise you're gonna love the cabin this year, i finally got wifi."

Andrew: "I'll try, weather up here is going to be amazing when Summers over, not."

Marek: "Yeah! It can be, unless it snows too much! I know your weak blood circulation makes you freeze up, take care."

Marek hangs up the call.

Andrew: "I'm going to shower and change, unpacking made me sweaty."

Somebody knocks on the door.

Andrew gets a message on his pokegear.

Linda: "Who could it be?"

Andrew: "I don't know, you open the door."

Linda: "What if it's a Sesquacha pokemon trying to lure us into the woods."

Andrew: "It's 9AM in the morning, Those aren't out at this hour."

Andrew opens the door and his neighbor Zoe rushes in.

Zoe: "Hi Linda! It's great to have you back! I thought you were going to chicken out on returning to Marek's cabin. Hi Andy."

Andrew: "Hi."

Zoe: "Well, I'm off to the Professors lab! He has a razor fang for my little Eevee, Darwin. I'm going to evolve it into a dragon type eevee, Drakeon. It grows bat like wings!"

Andrew: "Can you wait for me? i have to shower and change."

Zoe: "You know where the lab is at. Just walk over! Don't act like you never been here to Mooncrest before, Unova boy."

Andrew: "It's been 10 years!"

Zoe: "10 years too many! Hurry!"

Zoe and Linda sit in the living room drinking coffee as Andrew showers and changes clothes.

He wore red underwear, white hair ties, black mesh tank-top with sky blue jeans, grey feraligator belt, white socks with white shoes.

He looked into his mirror with his amber eyes and saw himself:

He grabbed his keys, pokegear, and dashed down stairs.

Andrew: "I'm ready!"

Zoe salutes Linda goodbye and she leads Andrew to her indigo blue car outside.

They get inside the car and drive off to the pokemon lab in north Mooncrest.

Zoe: "Are you wearing deodorant?"

Andrew: "Oops, no."

Zoe: "Something smells nice, like Pecha berry."

Andrew: "Thats my anti dandruff shampoo"

Zoe: "Oh, your scalp is dry?"

Andrew: "Yeah, from bleaching my hair blond in Unova. I dyed it black and now it's dry and flakey."

Zoe: "I see, your hair is jet black."

Andrew: "Thanks."

They sit as Zoe plays her music and they drive in silence for 15 minutes.

The Songs she played in her car were:

Save your tears by The Weeknd

Toy Soldier by Martika

Beat it by Michael Jackson.

They arrive at the pokemon lab parking lot and get off the car.

A large Honchkrow attacks them with dark pulse from the tree up above.

Andrew flinches.

Zoe sends out her Eevee.

Zoe: "Darwin double kick the tree trunk!"

Darwin, Zoe's Eevee, kicks the tree twice and it shakes off the wild pokemon, it flies away.

Zoe: "That was a close one, return!"

Level 10 Darwin goes back in its pokeball.

Zoe and Andrew quickly rush into the Pokelab and go straight to the Professors office.

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Sunday, Decis 1, 2023, 9:35AM

Mooncrest, Calvada, Calnova

Climate: Cold, Wet, Windy, Foggy Skies

Professor Bristlecones Lab

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Zoe knocks on Professor Bristlecones office door.

Zoe: "Hello! Pawpaw! It's me, Zoe! Good morning! I have an old friend who wants to see you!"

Bristlecone: "How old?"

Zoe: "17."

Andrew: "18. Todays my birthday"

Zoe: "Oh yeah, you're an Elkhorn zodiac. I forgot Well, he needs a pokemon."

Bristlecone: "18, with no pokemon, thats outrageous, what if you get attacked?"

Andrew: "I never think about that stuff."

Suddenly A Honchkrow and two Murkrow bash through the windows and attack the office room with Gust, pages fly everywhere.

Zoe: "Go! Darwin, use Swift!"

Bristlecone reacts quickly too.

He offers Andrew a fire, grass or water pokeball.

Its contained Flaries, Virtian and Skruid.

Bristlecone: "Hey kid, hurry! Pick one and kick those pokemon butts!"

Bristlecone sent out his Calvada Beldum.

Bristlecone: "Don't just stand there, pick a starter pokemon!"

Andrew panicked, he didn't know what to choose.

He knew water pokemon were abundant so he didn't choose Skruid, the bubble krill pokemon.

Grass pokemon were also abundant so he didn't pick Virtian, the tool monkey pokemon.

He chose the fire starter, Flaries, fire pillow pokemon, which were much rare in the region, so he chose that and named him Machoman.

Andrew: "Go Machoman! Use tackle!"

Machoman the Flaries used tackle on one of the Murkrows and it was a critical hit, It flew off back outside.

Bristlecone: "Beldum use take down on the Honchkrow!"

level 19 Beldum used takedown on level 15 Honchkrow and it flew away.

Zoe: "Darwin, use swift!"

Darwin attacked the remaining Murkrow and it left.

Zoe: "Guess i have to clean all this glass in your office, grandpa."

Bristlecone: "No, no, it's okay, I'll sort everything. Run along with your friend now. Who evolves a Murkrow into a Honchkrow and releases it into the wild. Maybe it found a dusk stone."

Andrew: "My name is Andrew, Andrew Diaz."

Bristlecone: "You must be Marek Diaz little brother. Glad to see you. Aaron."

Andrew: "It's Andrew. Thanks for the pokemon."

Bristlecone: "Yeah, don't mention it. Zoe take your little friend to the restroom and use the emergency kit supplies to band-aid Andrews cheek, glass seem to have cut him and made him bleed, oh, you got a cut too!"

Andrew touches his cheek and feels the blood.

Andrew: "Ahh!!!"

Zoe: "Lets patch us up. Return Darwin."

Darwin goes back inside its pokeball.

Bristlecone: "Return, Beldum!"

Beldum returns to its pokeball.

Zoe quickly scanned Flaries with her pokedex, it registered Machoman at level 6.

Zoe: "Andrew your Flaries grew to level 6. It learned the steam type move hot breath"

Andrew: "Return, machoman."

Bristlecone grabbed a pokeball from his drawer and unleashed a Rotom.

Bristlecone: "Anderson, hand me your pokegear device."

Andrew: "It's Aaron, I mean, Andrew."

Bristlecone: "Rotom, enter Adrian's phone and transform it into a Pokedex."

Rotom went into Andrews pocket and went inside his pokegear phone and transformed it.

Rotom flew out the pocket and floated around Andrew.

Rotom: "You have one unread message from Dad."

Bristlecone: "Probably a birthday wish Aiden, Anyways you may now be able to research and study pokemon with this ghoulish device, just don't try to hack it or it will hack you andre, hahahahaha, ill go get the broom and dustpan."

Zoe grabbed Andrews hand and led him to the restroom where she used the emergency kit to find a bandaid and patch Andrews cut cheek.

Zoe: "Pretty scary huh?"

Andrew: "All that, nah!"

Zoe: "I seen those Swanna hair bumps on your arms."

Andrew: "Haha, no, for reals, I was chill. I felt safe around the professor."

Zoe: "Sure... What are your plans after this?"

Andrew: "Probably go home, pack up my pokebag and head to route 1."

Zoe: "What's on route 1?"

Andrew: "It leads me to Rednose, no?"

Zoe: "What's in Rednose?"

Andrew: "The closest Gym."

Zoe: "You may want to train your pokemon hard if you want to beat Ice Gym leader Kylie."

Andrew: "I have a fire pokemon, it will be easy."

Zoe: "But you don't know any strong fire moves."

Andrew: "I have TMs stored in PC lockers at the pokecenter. My parents left them over for me."

Bristlecone opens the restroom door.

Bristlecone: "Here Zoe, Here's that razor fang you asked for."

Zoe: "Thank you pawpaw."

Bristlecone leaves back to his office and continues to clean the window glass.

Andrew: "But, yeah, my parents left me TM moves Thunder, Flamethrower, Blizzard and Psychic."

Zoe: "Must be nice being spoiled.... not that i'm saying you're a brat."

Andrew: ...

Zoe: "We'll I should take you back home."

Andrew: "Yeah, but no thanks. I'll walk to the pokemon center from here."

Zoe: "Okay, I'm going to eat a moomoo burger at moomoo cafe, see ya later! Take these 10 pokeballs."

They leave the pokemon lab and Zoe enters her car and leaves.

Andrew began his walk to the pokemon center which was 15 minutes away from the lab by foot.

He let out Machoman and let him walk with him, to build up his stamina, he also played music on his Pokegear, now Pokedex.

He Played the Songs:

Toxicity by System of the down,

Void by Melanie Martinez,

Ring of fire by Johnny Cash.

He arrived to the pokemon center.

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Sunday, Decis 1, 2023, 10:10AM

Mooncrest, Calvada, Calnova

Climate: Cold, Windy, Clear Skies

Mooncrest Pokemon Center

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Nurse Joy: "Good morning, Welcome."

Andrew went to the basement to the locker room and unlocked his locker.

He took out his TM Flame blast."

Andrew: "Huh... it wasn't flamethrower, it's Flame blast..."

Andrew: "Rotom, can Flaries learn Flame blast?"

Rotom: 'No, Flaries cannot learn fire move. It's learnable at the 3rd stage however."

Andrew: "Wow, what about Thunder?"

Rotom: "No."

Andrew: "Blizzard?"

Rotom: "No."

Andrew: "Weird, what about psychic?"

Rotom: "No."

Andrew: "What typings are Laries 3rd stage.

Rotom: "3rd Stage Laries is Fire/Light Type."

Andrew: "What? What is Skruids 3rd stage type?"

Rotom: "3rd Stage is Water/Steam"

Andrew: "How does a big shell pokemon fly?"

Rotom: "Special Ability: Balloon Flight, lets it float with a snot bubble over the ocean."

Andrew: "What is Virtians 3rd stage types?"

Rotom: "Grass/Cosmic"

Andrew: "What!? I missed out on a Cosmic pokemon?"

Rotom: "I believe so."

Andrew: "Hey there's a 5th tm disc. Saber claw, light move. Can Flaries learn that?"

Rotom: "Yes."

Andrew: "Sweet!"

Andrew releases Machoman in the locker room and puts the TM disc in the pokeball.

Andrew returns Machoman inside the pokeball and the disc processes inside.

Rotom: "Congratulations: Machoman learned Saber claw."

Andrew: "Cool."

Andrew exits the pokemon center and waits at the pokestop.

Suddenly Honchkrow lands above the pokestop.

Andrew gets very nervous.

Andrew: "Alright, this bird has been following me for a while, time to take it down."

Andrew runs out from under the pokestop and sends out Flaries.

Andrew: "Go Machoman! Saber claws."

Machoman's claws glow white little lasers.

Honchkrow laughed, flew around Flaries and used peck.

Andrew: "Now! Machoman, Saber claw him!"

Machoman used saber claw on Honchkrow and burned its tail feathers.

Honchkrow got real angry and spoke:

Honchkrow: *Mimicking humans voice* "Xsshole!"

Honchkrow flew around Machoman and used peck.

Andrew: "Machoman, Saber claws now!"

Machoman grabbed Honchkrow's leg and used saber claw with its other hand.

The saber claw burned through its beard feathers and struck punch its chest."

Andrew: " Critical hit! Alright!"

Honchkrow showed signs of exhaustion.

Andrew threw a pokeball.

Honchkrow went inside the pokeball and the release button pulsed white 3 times.

Andrew: "Alright!"

Rotom: "Honchkrow, the tormentor pokemon, evolution of Murkrow. This pokemon is native to the Jhoto and Sinnoh region though became prevalent in the new world. Honchkrow is at level 16, it knows Gust, Peck, Nightshade and Dark Pulse. Would you like to assign a nickname?'

Andrew: "Yes, Raven"

Rotom: "Congratulations! Honchkrow is now Raven!"

Andrew: "Rotom, call the professor."

Rotom: "The professor sent you straight to voicemail."

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Andy scoffed as she leaned over Carlos' shoulder along with the rest of the group, watching the North High advertisement for Beauty and The Beast on his phone.

"Thats the bitch Lily from out auditions," Andy said, shaking her head at the screen.

"You mean perfect pitch, looks like an actual disney princess, mean girl Lily," Ashlyn said, pacing back and forth.

Miss Jenn walked, in looking at them, "Thank you for coming so quickly on a Saturday, but it seems we are missing a village idiot and a teapot," she said, narrowing her eyes.

"They said on the group chat they couldn't get anyone to cover their shifts at the pizza place," Seb explained.

Miss Jenn looked confused, everyone knowing that they had two separate group chats, one with the students and one with Miss Jenn as well.

"I meant the group chat with me, Andy and EJ," Seb said and Miss Jenn just went along with it.

"Back to the matter at hand," Miss Jenn said, "I can tell you've all seen the video,"

It was nerve wracking to know that East High had such a high production quality compared to theirs.

Everyone nodded, "Its incredible, even I have no notes, I can't believe they stole our show," Carlos exclaimed.

"Miss Jenn, how are we supposed to beat North High at the Menkies if they're churning out this a second after changing their musical?" Ashlyn asked and everyone started to freak out.

Miss Jenn clapped her hands, everyone going silent as they waited for her to provide a solution.

"Wildcats, North High is clearly focusing on bells and whistles. All we need is to get back to basics," she said, explaining that they were going to spend the rest of the weekend doing an active intensive.

"I'm gonna have to cancel the table for tonight," EJ whispered into Andys ear. She nodded. It was their first date tonight and for the third time, it had been cancelled.

Andy just wanted this perfect first date with him, one where they could sit around and just chat and she didn't care if that was in a Carrabba's or a random parking lot.

She reached down, squeezing his hand and feeling him squeeze back.

"Don't forget, we have something North High doesn't have, a brand new original song for the beast and the rose," Miss Jenn explained, Nini was now playing the rose.

They all did some weird warm up exercises, Nini leaving to go and write the song.

They performed loads of weird exercises and finally it was time to practice some improv.

"Ashlyn will start us off, Gina agree with what she says and then carry on, lets get a suggestion for the location" Miss Jenn said.

"The louvre?" EJ suggested, Miss Jenn loving the idea. He smiled, reaching down and grabbing Andys hand.

"I thought this was meant to be a secret relationship?" She whispered to him and he smiled, squeezing her hand.

"Nobody will notice," he promised, the two going back to watching Ashlyn and Gina's improv.

She shook her head, a giddy smile on her face as she felt his hand in hers.

Gina didn't seem connected to the piece and Ashlyn got frustrated, leaving the scene as they finished the improv.

She called Carlos and Seb to the front and they performed some improv.

After a long and incredibly tiring day, Andy and EJ walked outside, her uncle waving from his car.

"Andy!" He exclaimed and she looked at her boyfriend confused before walking over with EJ behind her.

"Hey James, whats up?" She asked, not understanding why her uncle was sitting in his car in the parking lot with flowers and a picnic basket.

"Sophie told me that Viv told her that you told her that you and EJ are dating so I brought you a first date picnic basket," he said, freezing when he saw her confused face, "But if you don't want it-"

Andy cut him off, she just froze because she felt so grateful, "No! It's great," she said before turning to EJ, "I'm up to it if you are,"

He smiled at her, walking over and helping rake the picnic basket out of the car, "Course I am Andy," he said, wrapping an arm around her waist.

"You watch those hands mister," James said with a smile, "Your mum and dad went on a similar first date, back in high school,"

Andy smiled half heartedly at the sentiment, thanking her uncle before walking to the park with EJ.

The two sat there, eating food and just talking about school and the play and everything - it was absolutely perfect.

There was something nice and simple about it just being the two of them with no fuss..

"Do you wish your dad was here, to see all this?" EJ asked randomly and when he saw Andy freeze up, his eyes went wide with panic, "Sorry! God, I shouldn't have brought that up,"

Andy chuckled, "It's fine EJ, I can talk about my dad without bursting into tears," she took a deep breath, "Of course I do, but I try not to linger on the thought,"

For a while, it was silent, both teenagers just looking at each other with smiles on their faces.

EJ leaned in, placing a hand on her cheek, "Your dad would be so proud of you, I know I am," he said and she just blushed.

It was always going to be a slightly tough conversation but she was a grown up and could handle it.

"That means a lot Eej," she said, leaning in closer so that their noses were touching.

"I'm gonna kiss you now," he whispered and she smiled as his lips pressed up against hers in a sweet kiss.

When they pulled apart, he rested his forehead against hers, his hand going to tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

"You're perfect," he whispered and she smorted at his cheesiness.

He started laughing as well when he heard her snort, her hands going up to clasp her mouth. They both broke out into laughs, the two teenagers lost in each other completely.

There was something easy about being around EJ. She never had to worry about doing something dumb.

When they finished, there was a tiny, many make out session on the blanket that Andy had to cut short.

"My uncle will be pissed if I'm late home," she said, a sad tone to her voice.

She didn't want the date to end and neither did he.

They took a slow walk through the suburbs, under the blossoming flowers of the trees and the blue skies.

It seemed like the perfect day, his hand in hers as he held her close, the picnic basket in the other hand.

She looked up at him, his eyes shining in the light. She let out a small chuckle, unable to fathom how she had managed to find someone like him.

"What?" He asked, stopping at the start of their street, looking down at her.

As EJ looked at her, he couldn't understand why someone as amazing as her would ever choose someone like him.

He brushed a piece of her away from her face, tucking it behind her ear. He watched a blush spread across her cheeks at the action.

"Just wondering how I got this lucky," Andy stated.

He smiled, that perfect smile that had made her fall for him in the first place and she knew he was the perfect boy for her.

"Well I don't know how I got this lucky, so i guess we're both in shock," he stated.

She hummed in response before looking behind her at their houses next to each other.

"Pretty good first date if you ask me," Andy said and he nodded.

He squeezed her hand as he walked her over to her door.

"Yeah, and plenty more to come. I'll pick you up Sunday, I'll surprise you with a great second date," he said, sticking his pinky finger out as they reached their houses, stopping.

"Deal," she said, pulling him in for a quick kiss before walking away, opening her door and taking one last look at EJ.

He waved at her and she smiled before closing the door, a giddy grin stuck on her face.

Vivian was standing there and looked at her little sisters elated expression and she knew there would be no boy that could compare to EJ Caswell after this.

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Chapter 38 - Wedding days. Episode 3.

------ Daniel's point of view------

Daniel: She looked cute there on the grass in her kitty dress and her hair in a side braid. I couldn't help but laugh softly at the song choice. Obviously she had chosen that one to make us all laugh. But the lyrics did actually fit with Congo and Andy's relationship. I had never thought about that before. Oohh is that ice cream Thomas is eating? I made my way to him and looked at his ice cream with eager eyes Hey man, where did you get that?

Thomas: Pointed at the dining table By the food?

Daniel: I looked at the table and felt my stomach growl Thanks man! I grabbed a plate and scooped some ice cream up on it, it was starting to melt, but still looked very delicious so I quickly started eating while Sparkle finished her song.

Sparkle: Where were you? She looked at me with a small smile and straightened my butterfly

Daniel: I pointed at the empty plate in my hand Was hungry!

Sparkle: I see that she chuckled softly did you save some for me at least? She pushed me behind a corner of the house and kissed me deeply.

Katherine: Sparkle?

Sparkle: Mmm she pulled away quickly I better go… I promised her to help her get the empty bottled inside and drag new ones outside.

Daniel: I nodded and reached her the plate take this one as well.

Sparkle: Daniel!

Daniel: I heard her loud and clear, but pretended I didn't as I walked through the garden fast, I was determined to figure what was going on between Congo and Evan. Yesterday I had found Evan's tshirt in the back of Andy's car, filled with some stains that could only be cum… and then this weird "incident" with Evan slipping in the shower… while… taking a shower with Congo? Things just didn't add up at all. And I was pretty sure they were fucking. I grinned at the thought and laughed to myself

Gizmo: Hey, what you laughing at?

Daniel: Who says I'm laughing? I grinned at him wide

Gizmo: You just did he looked at me with a small glare and chuckled softly

Daniel: I pointed at the sky UFO!

Gizmo: Kept looking at me Not gonna fall for that Daniel.

Daniel: Right I looked around the garden and tried to act casually Have you seen Lenny?

Gizmo: No, I think he went to the bathroom a couple of minutes ago. Why?

Daniel: He owes me something.

Gizmo: What could he possibly owe you?

Daniel: A blowjob.

Gizmo: Chuckled warmly Alright, I guess I should have anticipated that one? Why don't you have a drink with me?

Daniel: Sure! I smiled bright and followed him to the bar that had been sat up in a corner of the garden, observing him as he poured some drinks in two glasses. I frowned a bit at the weird brownish color it turned out to be

Gizmo: Looked contemplating at the glasses Guess I'm not the best at this? Seems I discovered a new species? What shall we call it?

Andy: Jefferson Starships?

Gizmo: He laughed at the Supernatural refferrence… yes even I saw that episode!

Andy: Chuckled hoarse Have you guys seen Evan?

Daniel: Dammit!! That's what I was doing!! Sneaky Gizmo! I glared at both of them suspiciously

Andy: Glared at me with a small chuckle What's your problem?

Daniel: I chuckled softly to myself and pulled my shoulders Nothing? Just in a good mood. I lit a cig and left them, heading fast towards the tv room to look for Evan.

-----Andy's point of view------

Andy: I chuckled hoarse as I looked after Daniel and grabbed the Jefferson Starship He forgot his drink?

Gizmo: Clearly starting to get tipsy was holding the glass of his Jefferson Starship up against the light and frowning as he observed it I'm not sure it's safe to drink them anyway?

Andy: I chuckled hoarse and raised my glass Bottoms up! I swallowed the glass in two big mouthfuls and cringed at the taste Oh god! What was that?!

Gizmo: Shook his head as he finished his Baileys, Kaluah, Rum, and some sort of green liquor I have never seen before!

Andy: Brrrr, there's a thing I never wanna do again!

Gizmo: You and me both! He grabbed a beer and opened it, chucking down about a quarter before handing the bottle to me You better wash your mouth before kissing Congo again… or Evan for that matter.

Andy: I nodded and grabbed the beer, washing half down in one go, burping lightly as I reached the beer back to him So where's Evan anyway I looked over my shoulders but couldn't spot him anywhere Thomas… have you seen Evan?

Thomas: Uh no… I can't say I have he smiled softly and looked around a bit Maybe he went to bed? He was pretty stoned… or maybe he was drunk? He looked a bit questioning and shook his head he was definitely on something when I spoke with him about 15 minutes ago?

Andy: I sighed softly Yeah, I figured. He's not doing too well. I know, even if he doesn't say it out loud. I smiled softly and Daniel as he walked in on the conversation He's pretty nervous about me and Congo leaving. Could I maybe ask you guys to check in on him during the weekend?

Thomas: Yeah, sure. No problem.

Gizmo: Burped softly Yeah man, no problem at all. Whatever you need man.

Daniel: Andy, I can just stay here… I mean, Robert is next door, and you guys are in the next city, it might be better for him if the house is not completely empty?

Andy: I smiled softly and nodded Thank you. That could be really nice.

Daniel: He nodded softly and smiled bright No problem! So where is he anyway?

Andy: I shook my head lightly and frowned I dunno… I'm starting to worry a bit. I guess he went to bed? Tommy says he was pretty stoned or something when he last saw him about 15 minutes ago. So maybe he went to bed?

Daniel: Nope he shook his head I just came from there.

Andy: I looked worried at all of them Could you guys help me find him?

Thomas: Sure, anything you need. But I'm sure he's fine.

Andy: I nodded at Gizmo and Daniel You two go in that direction, Tommy and I will head in this one

------Evan's point of view--------

Evan: I was laying on the grass, looking at the stars. I had no idea how I got here, how long I had been here, or how the hell I had become so high I could barely feel my legs.

Clover: Ahh there you are handsome. I have been looking for you… she was clearly drunk… and knowing Clover, pretty frisky by now. I was thinking… since you're in an open relationship, and clearly not gay, as I have noticed you stare at my boobs more than once today hiccups I thought… that maybe you and I could… I watched as she slowly crawled on top of me, planting a soft kiss on my lips maybe we could finally get to taste each other. We have know each other sooooo many years Evan she bend forwards and licked my sensitive left ear lope, sending chills down my spine Mmmmmm… you taste so good… and I bet you're just as hungry as I am… she ran a hand down my chest, slowly unbuttoning my pants ahhh yess… judging by this… she slipped her hand inside my pants and grabbed my by now half boner you definitely miss a woman I can feel…. and I'm alllll woman darling… so what do you say?

Gizmo: Holy awkward, this is weird!

Evan: I turned my head in almost slow motion and observed Gizmo starring at us with open mouth that spread to a cheeky grin

Gizmo: No I did not just see that! He laughed warmly and slapped his thighs this is good!

Daniel: Observed us with the most goofy grin I have ever seen

Lenny: Hey guys I was thinking he paused as he noticed me and Clover on the ground

Gizmo: Well… this should be great…. really great, and not awkward at all.

Lenny: Looked at him with a small chuckle

Gizmo: Alright… come on tipsy mama, let's go have a dance he grabbed Clovers arm and somehow managed to drag her up from the ground with his noodle arms

Lenny: He kept starring at me even after they had left, and I had already turned my head back to the stars

Daniel: So… Congo AND Clover…. waaaay to go Evan! He chuckled cheekily

Lenny: Suddenly regained his senses and slapped Daniels back head That's enough you goof ball… go find someone else to harass! He chuckled softly as Daniel left, and walked slowly towards me, sitting down next to me Do you have any cigs?

Evan: I grunted softly Right pocket

Lenny: He quickly reached into my pocket and dragged the cigs out Your zipper is open.

Evan: I sighed deeply and zipped my pants, letting my arms fall back into the grass

Lenny: So what's happening?

Evan: I grunted softly

Robert: Oh… I was just looking for you two, may I join you?

Lenny: He looked at me with questioning eyes

Evan: Sure… why not?

Robert: He sat down on the other side of me and stroke my hair gently What's up son?

Evan: Nothing.

Robert: You don't look too good? Did you get too much to drink?

Evan: No. I'm just allergic to the universe. My voice was deep and careless

Robert: He sighed softly Aren't you happy for Congo and Andy?

Evan: Of course I am! I glared at him and reached for my cigs, lighting one

Robert: Then what's wrong?

Evan: I'm in therapy, remember?

Robert: Yes. I know that very well. But you look worse than normal. So tell me, what's wrong. I'm still your dad. Maybe I could be a shoulder to lean on again?

Evan: I sighed deeply I'm sad okay?!

Robert: Yes, I can see that, but why?

Evan: Doesn't matter alright? My voice had switched to irritated

Lenny: Well, it matters to us, son.

Evan: I grunted and took a drag of the cig

Robert: You know, we're only here to help you. We're not trying to annoy you.

Evan: I'm aware of that. But you're fucking annoying anyway!

Robert: He sighed softly

Evan: I'm sorry okay! It's nice of you both you're trying to help, but you can't alright?! So can we just let it go?!

Robert: My guess is, you're happy for Andy and Congo, but at the same time sad they have something you and him never can have. Am I just remotely close?

Evan: 10 points to you.

Robert: Sighed softly Alright, now… please listen to me

Evan: I didn't mean to, I swear, but they bust out on their own. Tears. Followed by a soft sobbing

Robert: Sweetheart he started caressing my hair again, and Lenny quickly handed me a paper towel, I looked at him questioning

Lenny: He shook his head and chuckled softly Katherine cries at weddings.

Evan: I grabbed the towel and wiped my eyes, sighing deeply

Robert: I have been thinking… I know this guy… he used to do weddings… in Vegas. He owes me a couple of favors. Maybe I could convince him to marry you and Andy, even if he's already married?

Evan: No dad… the mate bond.

Robert: Right, but isn't is supposedly unbreakable now that they are already married? Or did I misunderstand?

Lenny: No no, you're definitely on to something there, Robert.

Evan: I sighed deep and took another drag of my cig Can we just please let it go?

Robert: I think it would be worth mentioning to Gaby's family, maybe they could look into..

Evan: DAD!

Robert: Alright alright…

Evan: I sighed deeply and dried my eyes Can you just please bring me some water dad?

Robert: Of course sweetheart he got up slowly and left

Lenny: He smiled softly and padded my shoulder The secret is safe with me. He got up slowly and reached me a hand also the one with Clover…

Evan: I frowned and grabbed his hand, letting him drag me up Yeah… right… I looked around a bit and brushed some dirt of my pants

Lenny: Let's go join the others.

Evan: I forced a small smile and nodded But I had no intention in joining anyone in anything. I was purely heading for the bar.

--------Andy's point of view---------

Andy: It was almost midnight and time to cut the cake. The mood was higher than the Empire state building, and the night was almost over for me and Congo. At the stroke of 12 the limo would be here to pick us up, and drive us to the next city over, to take us to our hotel for the weekend. No one knew. Only the two of us. Well, Evan knew we were gonna leave, but not exactly when. I felt a little bit bad we hadn't gotten to tell him, but he had fallen asleep about an hour ago, on a garden chair, and I just hadn't had the nerves to wake him up. He had been pretty drunk, and not really in the best mood, so I had agreed with myself it was probably for the better to let him sleep it off. I had fully intended to get him to bed, but in all the rush the detail had just been left out. And as we started cutting into the cake, it just simply escaped my mind completely. In the middle of our cake, Congo grabbed my hand and leaned close to my ear, whispering softly

Congo: It's time, my love.

Andy: I smiled happily and locked my fingers with his as we started laughing and running towards the limo, people quickly noticing what was happening, and started to cheer at us, laughing and clapping

Congo: He turned around and paused for a few seconds You're all welcome to stay! Have fun! Drink! Eat! He chuckled happily, and together we ran to the limo, making out and drinking champagne all the way to the hotel, starting the honeymoon the proper honeymoon way.

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Chapter 3

"Arrested? What for?" I hear Sookie asked worried and in disbelief that she wasn't informed first, although they're in the back they're not exactly whispering either and plus I'm sitting on the end of the bar that's closest to the entrance of the back.

"I don't know" Dawn responded back with a small frown of a apologetic touch to it.

"Sook, sorry about your brother." Lafayette apologized when he strolls into the back after playful dissing Tara like usual when seeing she's working at the bar unexpectedly, causing Sookie's jaw to drop more.

"How come everyone knows about this before I did?" She sounds confused.

"Well, I was there, baby girl. I saw him get carted away." Lafayette explained sadly as he takes a sip at his glass.

"I was complaining to Arlene about Jason hanging up on me when we were making a date. And that's when she told me." Dawn explained how she knows.

"Arlene? How does she know?"

"Well, I guess Rene told her." When I heard that bastard's man a shiver gose down my back at the thought of him being the murdering bastard he is, using Arlene and Jason as a cover.

"Besides, we figured you'd just.." It goes quiet for a moment.

"I just what?"

"Sweetie, didn't you just know already?"

"I am not psychic." Sookie hissed before storming away from the back and going over to where Rene, Arlene, and Hoyt is at the pool table.

'Although I don't like Arlene in the first place with her whines and gossiping mouth she still doesn't deserve to be used as a cover or even Jason.'

I thought as I discreetly watch from my seat at the bar as Sookie talks to the Fang Bang murder about her brother and my father.

"What happened to my brother, Rene?" She demand.

"Hell, I promise him I wasn't gonna tell you." I just want to strangle him so badly

"What happened?" She still demand to hear what happened.

"Well, Bud Dearborne and Andy Bellefleur...they asked him some questions and then they just threw him in the back of the squad car." Hoyt explained for Rene.

"You don't even know for a fact that they arrested him?"

"Well, they-- they didn't cuff them or nothing." Rene says

"Sookie, I am so sorry" Arlene tries to apologize.

'That apology sounds fake as hell! but I guess it's the alcohol kicking in as she did almost drink a whole pitcher on her own.'

"For what? Y'all are already acting like Jason's been convicted of killing Maudette and we don't even know what they were talking to him about. Bud Dearborne just made a mistake. That's all."

"Yeah, it has to be, because Jason's a real standup guy." Hoyt agrees with her but for the wrong reason but his heart is in the right places though, poor guy.

'I like Hoyt as he's actually a nice and simple guy, a real loyal friend when you need one.'

"No, he isn't Hyot. He is selfish, egotistical, and a complete horndog, which when he finally got a girl pregnant and instead of raising the baby himself he dumped the child onto me and Gran, although I love Tack with all my heart Jason shouldn't have done that to him but beside the point, he isn't a killer!" Already knowing what she's saying is fact Hoyt turn his gaze to the wooden floor as Sookie gets a odd feeling which I looked around to see Bill standing by a table waiting for her.

'Bill Big Dickens is here'

I thought very sarcastically as I rolled my eyes as I popped a fry into my mouth and fill in the blank with an answer on my despised math homework before everyone turns their attention to Sookie and Bill like it's a very interesting episode, I hold in my laughter as I remember what everyone is thinking right now.

"Good evening, Miss Stackhouse." Bill greeted her like a gentleman when she finally walked over to him and pulled a seat out for her which she takes, he hold out his hand to her which she slowly takes and immediately blocking everyone's thoughts out. Seeing my time to shine I carefully climbed off my stool and walked over with my homework, the only reason Sookie likes in the first is because he's the first vampire she has ever met and the first time ever being able to block her out from his thoughts.

'I would rather Sookie be interested in Eric then this pretender and at least then she won't be lied to all the time, I wonder if I can introduced them even earlier? But anyway, time to ruin the show.'

"Aunt Sook, I need help." This snaps her out of her enjoyment of the silent pace in her mind while also getting the attention of Bill, Sookie immediately let Bill's hand go when I slammed my homework into the table.

"Oh well, Tack I got work but I don't think Bill won't mind helping, if that is alright with you? What would you like tonight?"

"That's alright, I can help this young man out and for what I want is that may I call on you sometime?" He asked causing Sookie to tilt her head in confusion.

"Call on me?"

"He means can he visit, Aunt Sook." I interrupted the stumbling Bill which I get a light surprised look from him.

'Yeah, I'm smarter then I look, HillBill. Which reminds me I need to get silver jewelry, small stakes, and maybe a pocket knife as even though I'm still a kid I got things to change. Wait one minute, dose he knows about me or just Sookie? Now that's a scary and maybe possible thought.'

"Yes, that is correct, young man, may I come and visit you at your home?"

'I need to be even more careful around him now.'

"Sure, my grandmother would love to meet you. Oh, that reminds me. Can I talk to you after work? I have a favor to ask you." Sookie immediately agrees dispite my and many others objections.

"Of course. After all, I am in your debt." Bill leans back in his chair as Sookie stumbles on her words to explain the favor she wants to ask.

"She just wandering if it's ok for you to talk about your Civil War days, if you lived that long that is, because Gran wants you to talk to the Descendants of the Glorious Dead if you did." I may or may not blurred that out on purpose.

"Tack, you know better! But yes that is the favor I wish ask you." Sookie warned me with a small stern glare for that.

"Bill, this is my Nephew Thackeray Stackhouse but everyone calls him Tack for short." Sookie introduced me to Bill which his expression changes to curious and indifference when he turns to me, finally taking my full appearance in since I got here.

"Well hello, I'm Bill Compton and yes I would be delighted to meet your grandmother." He attention is quickly back on on her.

"Now, may you excuse me." With that Bill stands up from his seat and walks out.

'HEY! you said you'll help me in my homework!.....oh well, I didn't need his help anyway as I just wanted to but in.'

Seeing Sookie's head getting overwhelmed with other people's thoughts again, I quickly reached over and take her hand to help although I'm not as good at blocking them out as a vampire can. Suddenly Sam grabs Sookie and pulls her into his office where I knows they're arguing but she storms out again a minute later to continue the last few minutes she has for work.

"Tack, sweetheart, come on, it's time to get home." I put my homework back into my backpack.

'It feel's like I'm forgetting something'

I thought as I followed Sookie out of Merlotte's which she gaze around hoping to see Bill sees nothing as I ran to the car to put my backpack before seeing Sam coming out from the back way and stroll to Sookie, they exchange a few words I can't hear before Sam strolls over to his trailer that's a few feet away from the bar and Sookie finally walks over to the car, where I standing with a door open obviously waiting for her before getting in myself but as she sticks the key in something in the tree line behind us for her attention which she walks over to investigate.

"Aunt Sook, come back." I quickly called out to her as I have a bad feeling about this but before she can call back to me she's pushed to the ground, two people begin to kick her.

'I know I'll regret this but she's my Aunt!'

"Aunt Sookie!" I yelled as loud as while running over only to get back handed by the women causing me to fall to the ground, although it just stings a bit I got back up.

"Leave him alone! He got nothing to do with this!" Sookie cry's out before getting kicked in the face hard.

[sabraeal]

The Butterfly Effect, Chapter 2

Chapter 1

A continuation of the AU of Wide Florida Bay, starting after Ain’t Saying She’s a Gold Digger, for @infinitelystrangemachinex‘s birthday! I had hoped to get farther than this, but thing ended up getting....very long. SO I SUPPOSE YOU ALL CAN LOOK FORWARD TO MORE, ONE DAY.

The floor is packed; bodies pressed back-to-back and back-to-front -- and, in some memorable instances, front-to-front. There’s barely room for the Holy Spirit in here, let alone Obi’s set of shoulders, but he bumps his way through anyway. He may not be at his fighting weight anymore, but his gains send enough bros stumbling to reassure him that he hasn’t lost his edge.

Not that he cares much about that right now. He’s got a mission here: the exit and its tacky-ass bead curtain. Because once he gets there --

“Oh!”

He stares down to see red spilling down his back, to see a round pair of green eyes peek up from his shoulder.

“You all right?” he rumbles, hating the way there’s not enough air in his chest, how he doesn’t have enough blood circulating through his brain to come up with something more clever than that.

“What?” Her brow furrows, too cute, and he’s so tempted to just lean it, to just kiss where it wrinkles --

“I said,” he murmurs, pressing his lips right up to her ear. Her hand clutches his sleeve, nails digging in like kitten claws. “Are you all right?”

“Oh,” she breathes, sending sparks skittering down his skin. God, he is in trouble. “Yes. Yeah. I’m -- I’m just fine.”

He nods, turning back, trying not to notice how soft and small her hand is in his, how lightly she’s touching him, like she’s afraid if she grabs much harder he’ll turn to smoke.

Fuck, he doesn’t -- he doesn’t do this. Nanaki didn’t hold hands; if he wanted to fuck someone he’d just do it at the club or go back to the girl’s place, not -- not this. Not bringing her home, letting her into his space, letting her know where he lived. That was just begging to get his car keyed.

He was also someone who didn’t actually exist, except for on some registration forms somewhere back in Atlanta. He’d never been much more than a shadow to hide in, a shroud over a mirror. Something to keep his past from finding him, and his present from knowing him.

Obi peers back over his shoulder, watching how Red tucks in close to him, how sometimes her fingers lightly brush over his bicep to keep him close when the crowd tries to pull them apart, and it’s terrifying how much how much he doesn’t want to hide. Not from someone who sees him like she does.

The beads jangle as he pushes them aside, whacking at his calves like some weak-ass tentacles, and god, what he wouldn’t give for this fucking place to have some class for once. The last thing he needs is to trip on this shit straight out of a hippy teacher’s magazine and really ruin his night.

He takes the first step, but he has to squint in the dark to make out the next. Sure, that strip lighting is supposed to help, but all it does is make depth perception a learned skill. All these rainbow colors are killing him.

With a lurch, he takes the next step. His foot hardly fits on the stair -- god, how small were the people that built this place? -- but what worries him more is the tug on his arm. Red’s stalled out on the landing.

He sucks in a breath, steeling himself. He knew this was going to happen. One drink isn’t nearly enough to make him look like a good idea, especially not when the last time they’d seen each other, she’d called him a big meanie and told him to go hug a tree. It was only a matter of time before she’d come to her senses.

“Hey.” She startles at the word, watching him mount the last stair with wide eyes. He expects her to be wary, to be scared, but instead she just seems...confused. “You okay?

“Hm?” Her head tilts, hair bobbing to one side, and honestly, now is not the time to be wondering if that patch of freckles on her neck might be sensitive.

“It’s just...” There’s no reason for this to be so hard. He’s done this before, loads of times. He may be a garbage fire of a person, but trying to force someone into bed with him? Not his style.

Besides, he’s never had trouble getting girls to take their clothes off. It’s just -- just--

He’s never actually cared. If a girl didn’t want to fuck him, there were plenty of ones who did; he just had to walk back into the club and find one. But now that it’s her, the girl who orders extra whip on her hot chocolate because coffee is too bitter, he doesn’t know how to -- to say she has a choice, but also he would, really, really like to take her home. Specifically.

God, who is he anymore?

“Do you...?” No, scratch that, that sounds dumb. Begging is not a good look for anyone. “We don’t have to--”

“Oh! Oh no, it’s not--” these stairs may be darker than pitch, but that blush of hers lights up the place-- “These stairs are treacherous.”

Obi has met cute girls. Ones with soft little bobs just like hers, who always walk around on their shivering fawn legs and stare up at him with their too-wide eyes, saying cloyingly niche things like it’s a replacement for having a personality. They don’t do shit for him.

Except now here this girl is, leaning into him like she’s sharing a secret, her mouth rucked up at a corner, and his only thought is the last time he heard that word, it was in an SAT prep course he was firmly failing. Also, what scores Red might have gotten on them; he can already see the way she’d duck her head as she tells him about her 1700 on the first pass, how she kept going back to get the perfect score only to be foiled by one of the vocabulary words that wasn’t in the study guide --

All right. He needs to get a grip here. One solid, whole-ass grip. This is just -- sex. Sex stuff. Not share time at the local preschool.

Her small feet shuffle at the landing, and he spreads a smirk across his lips. “Do you need me to carry you down, my lady?”

“Oh!” He can’t wait to see just how far down that blush goes. If they ever manage to get out of here. “N-no! I can-- I can handle myself.”

“Are you sure?” He leans in, just a little, until he can feel the heat of her body against his skin. “After all, I’m at your service tonight.”

This close, her chest brushes against his when she gasps. Her lips are still swollen from kissing, and, god, he feels the gap between them like a physical ache. “If that’s the case...”

Her hand lets go of his, fingers brushing over his until they slip though, palms kissing, intertwined. Like -- like hand-holding with some intent. Some heat.

She flutters him a look somewhere between shy and coy. “Then just make sure you don’t let go.”

It’s the smoothest move anyone’s ever pulled on him -- that anyone’s bothered to pull on him -- and god, they really need to find a flat surface and some privacy. Now.

“Right,” he says dumbly, because that’s the kind of guy his is now: the kind that has their breathing go all haywire because a girl wants to hold hands. The kind that entirely lose their game because someone says to hold on tight.

Obi doesn’t know what the fuck is happening. But he also wants it to keep on happening, so he just turns around like he holds hands all the time, like he’s a real hand-holding pro, and guides her down the stairs like she’s wearing stilettos and a six-foot train.

Or, with the way she wobbles, like one of those robo-dog toys that cost three hundred bucks but never learned how to navigate a house with more than one floor. She looks hot as fuck, but those are definitely not her wedges. He’ll have to write a thank you note to whatever friend lent them to her, because with the way she’s clinging to him every time her ankle gives a good shake, these bad boys are going to be the MVP of the evening.

Obi isn’t exactly cozy with Jesus or whatever, but he’s pretty sure making it down to the last step without a sprained ankle in sight is something close to divine intervention. He throws one up for whatever saint or angel had dominion over hot hookups and turns away, making to open the door, but--

“Oh!”

His whole body stutters. He only looked away for a second, and yet --

“Something wrong?” he asks, letting the door shut in front of him. “Did you--?”

“Oh, no, not anything...” She shakes her head, and down here it’s too dark to see her blush, but he knows it’s there. “I just forgot I have, um, stuff at the coat check.”

He stares for a minute, trying to glean anything off those guileless eyes with only the rainbow lights to guide him. On any other girl, it would be a dodge, a way to duck out of a hookup she was having second or third thoughts on. Which would be fair, since this morning he’d locked her out of her school, tried to tank her academic career --

But he just can’t see it on her. If she didn’t want him, she’d just...tell him to fuck off and die. Or, more likely, go hug a tree.

God, that should really not be doing anything for him. But here he is, half-hard and holding the door open, hoping she likes holding his hand enough to come home with him.

“Okay,” he murmurs, following when she tugs him out the door. “Should I...?”

Stay? Go? He’s really starting to dig the way her hand fits into his, but if she wants to make a break for it --

“I’ll just be a second,” she promises, with the sort of earnestness that doesn’t belong anywhere outside of one of those movies they made him watch in English class. With one last squeeze of his hand, she peels away, getting into line just a few feet away.

He misses her already.

This is -- it’s trouble, pure and simple. He’s supposed to be thinking about how much he wants to fuck her, how good her red hair is going to look spilled out over his black sheets. And he is, on some level, it’s just --

He also want to know her favorite color. Her favorite food. Where she’s from and what classes she likes. What her major is and whether she’s got siblings. And it’s not -- not --

It’s not normal. Not for him. Other may people may be into this whole dating crap, begging for their hearts to be stomped on, but he isn’t. He doesn’t do feelings.

He glances over at the line. Red stands three back, stuck behind two girls trying to find their ticket with six drinks and no pockets between them.

She likes plain bagels and cream cheese, and hot cocoa with extra whip. Sometimes she’ll treat herself to the berry cream cheese too, instead of the regular, but only if she’s by herself, poring over one of those ridiculously thick textbooks of hers, the ones that cost bank because you have to buy a new edition every year. He’d watch her sometimes, glad that he at least hadn’t picked a STEM major since the books alone would put him in the red. She’s got a bad habit of biting her lips, and a hoard of lip balm to help, and every single one of them is made from local beeswax. Strawberry is her favorite, and --

And that should be enough for him. More than enough. He doesn’t need --

“Can I help you?”

A hostess blinks at him, service smile in place, and it strikes him that he’s just...lounging here, right where people wait to be seated for actual food and not just fried pickle chips and mozzarella sticks.

“Oh, no, I’m just--” he looks over at the coat check, catching the red in a sea of black-- “I’m not--”

Red glances up, catching his gaze, and she just -- waves. And smiles, her cheeks flushing a sweet pink, and he -- he waves back, just as cutesy and small.

“Oh, you’re waiting for your girlfriend,” the hostess says. “Never mind! You two have a nice night.”

Girlfriend. Girlfriend. “Thanks,” he says, definitely not squeaking, not even a little bit. “We will.”

Obi shifts, pressing his shoulders to the wall, and lets his legs settle out angle. Not a lot, but just enough to give him the real tall drink of water look. It may be cliche, but that cool guy lean makes girls crazy, and he’s something of a connoisseur of lighting a fire.

Still, it feels -- off. Weird. He can’t shake that maybe he doesn’t look like some bad boy, good for a night in the sack, but -- but --

A boyfriend. The kind you bring home to mom, or grandma, or -- or whatever sort of parental guardian situation you have. The kind of person you introduce to someone you want to believe your life is together.

And he‘s not that guy. He’s never been that guy. But Red keeps throwing him the cutest impatient looks, even tapping at a watch she doesn’t have and --

And maybe he could be. If the right person came along.

The club doors slam open so suddenly, even the bouncer jumps. The girl that stomps through is dressed to the nines, all black sequins and tanned skin, hair so dark that vantablack would be jealous. The kind of girl that would be just his type, if only that hadn’t suddenly shifted to cute red heads who think gosh and dang are four-letter words.

“Ha,” the hostess scrapes out at the girl beelines to the coat check. “Feel bad for whoever is on the wrong side of her.”

He can’t shake the feeling she’s familiar. “Tell me about it.”

“Shirayuki!” she yells out, and oh, of course, it’s Red who startles. Because this is Red’s friend, the girl who would catch breakfast with her on Tuesdays and Thursdays, right before her physics lab --

Kihal Toghrul. Father’s some big deal back in Puerto Rico, or at least big enough for it to warrant Haruka telling him to stay the fuck away.

Well, good thing Obi’s not working for him anymore, because it looks like he’s about to get all up in that business, and not in a fun way. At least he knows who to thank for the shoes, now.

He can’t hear their conversation; the coat check’s in sight, but with all the noise from the restaurant and the club, it’s impossible to make out anything but Sparky’s explosive gestures and Red’s calm, measured refusal. Even still, he knows the topic of conversation is him, namely, what the fuck are you thinking, going home with that guy. And not just because She-Hulk is throwing glares at him that would kill any man who possessed a sense of shame and decency.

Well, jokes on her. He hasn’t had any of that for years.

Obi leans back with his most disaffected slouch and smirks. Not just any smirk, of course, but his biggest, smuggest bad boy smirk he can summon, complete with insolent eyebrow raise. It’s gotten him kicked out of more schools than he can count at this point, and it must work just as well against overprotective girl friends as it does on priggish deans, because it sends Ground Zero over there through the roof.

Whatever, might as well have a little fun before she ruins his night anyway. Not like Red’s going to go anywhere once Little Miss Cockblock reminds her that it’s been T-minus 8 hours since she blew her fuse at him. Sure, he seemed like a good idea a few minutes ago, when it had been go home with him or commit acts of public indecency right there on the dance floor, but they’re not hot and heavy now, and --

“Hey!”

He turns, straight into a blinding flash. He’s still seeing afterimages when Valkyrie gets right up in his grille, glaring at him with face more thunderous than Ragnarok.

“I have your picture now,” she tells him, tone informing him that this is a threat-type situation, and he better act accordingly. “And I’m gonna send it straight to the cops if you pull anything funny.”

For a good minute, all he can do is stare. It’s not the first time he’s had someone threaten to call the cops on him, but honestly -- he’s seen himself in the mirror. That’s fair.

But still, still --

He laughs. Not even a good old chuckle, just a full on belly laugh, because here he is, Public Enemy Number One as far as this chick is concerned, and she’s -- what? Threatening to send campus police a really unflattering tinder pic because her friend misses check-in? He knows exactly how much attention that is going to get on Thirsty Thursday, when they’re out mediating ugly drunk break-ups and calling EMTs for stomach pumps. It’s like --

Obi chokes on a breath, fingers clenching his shirt. It’s like she tried to warn Red off, and she -- she --

She wants him anyway.

“Yuck it up,” Miss Empty Threats huffs, which is much less annoying now that he knows none of her ranting has put a stop to his evening, that even though Red has every reason to back out of this thing, she still -- still -- “If you put a hand on Shirayuki that she doesn’t like, I’ll cut it off. And your balls too!”

He wants to inform her that, against all odds, there doesn’t seem to be a finger of his she isn’t asking for, but for once, he knows better. Getting into it with Mother Duck will just make her scoop up all her ducklings, no matter how hard they protest, and anyway, he doesn’t --

He doesn’t want to upset her. Because she’s Red’s friend. A good friend, from the looks of it. And he respects that. He’s glad she has someone like that looking out for her.

Besides, getting into it with Mama here over nothing is only going to give Red second thoughts about whether she wants to -- to -- ah, hang out with him again.

Yeah. That’s it. Because he’s the sort of guy who hangs out with girls he hooks up with, definitely. This is -- is friend stuff. Not -- not anything more serious than that.

Red’s hurrying her way over, looking positively stormy, and Elena de la Vega gives him one last glare for good measure. “Don’t forget what I said!”

“Don’t worry,” he tells her with a grin, “you’ve made yourself memorable.”

Red watches her friend flounce off with a worried look, one she turns on him once Hurricane Kihal has stormed her way back up to the club. She’s had time to have second thoughts now, even third thoughts, and with Toghrul’s interference, she’d probably had four, five, and six, plenty of time to realize --

“Are you ready to go?”

He blinks. She’s flushed, collarbone to hairline at least, eyes fixed to his shoes like she’s afraid he might -- that he’s the one that’s going to call it off. Like maybe dealing with five seconds of her surrogate hover-parent has convinced him this whole thing isn’t worthwhile, that she’s not worthwhile, and --

And he doesn’t know how to say he’s talked to her for maybe ten minutes straight without her yelling at him, but he wants to know if she has anything spicier than tree hugger in her vocabulary.

So he doesn’t.

Obi hooks a finger around her jaw, tilting it up so she’s looking at him, and slow enough to give her time, he leans in. It’s not anything fancy; no clashing tongues or seeking hips like a few minutes ago, but it’s nice. A quick and tender.

It’s not until he pulls away, catching her wide eyes, that he realizes -- that’s a boyfriend kiss.

She’s the one to lean back it, to brush her lips against his, and this one lingers, long enough he wraps his hand around her back to steady her. Long enough that his breath starts to come quick, that his dick twitches in anticipation.

She settles back on her heels, eyes still closed, breath huffing softly between them.

“Yeah,” he manages, trying not to think how much he want to see her face like that again, all softly blissful. “Let’s...let’s go.”

He takes her hand again, and this time she threads their fingers right away, tucking in close. “Okay.”

She gives him one, bright smile, and he --

Oh boy, he is...he is in trouble.

[evita-shelby]

I love all of your work. I keep trying to imagine dad tommy from fic where his little girl comes home declaring she's got a boyfriend, and him panicking because she's like 6 and he can't scare the little boy without having his wife (the reader) chewing his head for it.

Omg thank you 😊

Okay for context, Florence was born in 1929 and is reader and Tommy’s youngest child (and his favorite of all four).

And i felt the prompt went better by being from Tommy's pov to focus more on Tommy and Florence’s relationship.

Other shelby children: Charlie and Gabriel (the Shelby Boys) and Diane (Diane Elizabeth)

Six years old

Gif by @samcoving

"Who's your new friend, Flora?" Tommy asked his youngest as he kissed the top of her head and then took his place at the head of the dinner table.

Frankly, Tommy thought it wholly unnecessary that they were using the large dining room they use to host gatherings instead of the more private family dining room.

But Florence Eleanor Shelby had demanded a dinner party for tonight, so he dressed for dinner and promised his wife not to overreact when he learned why.

A promise his wife had bet three shillings he'd break before the first course.

"My boyfriend." She beamed at him.

It took everything in him not to spit the water he had been drinking. He was going to need a drink, but Y/N had a strict don't drink in front of the children or I'll have your guts for garters, or so help me God, Thomas Michael Shelby policy.

"Hello, sir, I'm Andrew Roberts, pleasure to meet you." The little boy said courteously and waited until Tommy acknowledged him to resume eating.

Because in the pantomime that is life, his little girl attached herself to the son of Billy Kimber’s accountant.

Can't scare the boy, can't be rude or else Roberts will see it as a provocation, so he acts like this is just another friend his favorite child has brought over.

"I'm gonna marry him, daddy." Six-year old Florence tells him and you make it worse by indulging her in this fantasy.

The last thing he wants is for one of his children to marry young like his parents and the John did.

"But the girl is six," his wife’s says, "you're worrying for nothing."

"You're wrong, love," he tells her later once the dinner is over.

Six turns to eleven and she and Andrew remain thick as thieves.

She was bold, bolder than her best friend, the Princess Margaret, and Andy Roberts is shy and cautious like Tommy can assume his father was.

Calls him her boyfriend still, and he reminds Y/N that its way past being a phase.

"They're children, Tom" she shakes her head even as she does some last minutes things on the children's matching costumes.

Eleven turns to sixteen and Andrew nervously asks him for permission to ask Florence to a dance.

He has a shotgun on his lap when he gives the teenage boy his answer.

Florence locks herself in her room in tears and his wife shakes her head. "There's no harm in a dance. If you don't let her go, she'll just escape through the window and steal the car again."

So he listens to his wife and the next morning he apologized to his daughter and made her promise she wouldn't do anything stupid.

Sixteen turns to twenty three and they've been featured in everything from Tabloids to Time Magazine as the United Kingdom's entrepreneurial power couple.

Florence had invited them to a dinner party at her place in Mayfair. She had news and she had made him swear on the lives of his five grandchildren (by his three older children) not to overreact.

"Mummy, Daddy, I invited you today because Andy and I have news." She's nervous, but doesn't show it. His little girl had taken over the family businesses (the legal ones)and blossomed into a strong, independent and beautiful woman like her mother.

He knew what was coming.

Thomas Shelby had cornered Andrew Roberts after he bought the engagement ring.

But Roberts had sworn him to secrecy until the tine was right.

"Out with it, girl, your mother's not getting any younger." He tries to lighten the mood at the cost of his wife subtlely kicking him ubder the table.

"We're getting married!" They try to say it in unison, but nervous Andrew had said it first.

"You knew, Tommy?" his wife asked him suprised.

"Known since she was six."

[once-upon-an-imagine]

There Are Worse Things I Could Do (Chapter One) - Eddie Munson

A/N: aaahhh okay, I’m so sorry, I know that I have my Charlie story pending and I promise it will be the next one BUUUUUT this idea has been in my mind for so long and today I was able to write the first part (which originally was a one-shot but now it’s a series so deal with it) soooo here’s my Eddie series, I really hope you guys like it! I know nobody asked for it but I heard this song and it was just... yeah, so

Warnings: bullying and reader being treated badly by ex (Jason) and former friends, mentions of smoking, reader gets hurt at the beginning and I think that’s it but please let me know if I miss anything

Disclaimer: I don’t own Stranger Things :D gif isn’t mine :)

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There Are Worse Things I Could Do

There are worse things I could do Than go with a boy or two

“Ready for your final year at Hawkins High School, monkey?”

“Stop calling me that” you rolled your eyes at your brother when he parked in front of your school.

“Come on! This is exciting!” Steve tried to encourage you. This is your Senior year! You’re going to have so much fun!”

“Right” you sighed, grabbing your things.

“Look, I know that… you have been in a bad mood since you and Jason broke up- BUT” he said when you were about to complain. “Don’t let that ruin your final year with your friends. Just go there and remind everyone who you are and have the time of your life, okay?”

“Did you just quote Dirty Dancing to me?”

“Well, I wouldn’t have to if you hadn’t made me watch it over a million times! Now go, you don’t want to be late for your first day of school” he said with a big smile. “Oh, and just… keep an eye on Dustin, okay?” he asked.

“Of course” you smiled back at Steve before you walked out of his car.

“Love you, bug” he smiled.

“Love you too, monkey” you smiled.

“Have fun, okay?” he yelled and you saw him wave at you before driving off. If only it were that easy.

You started making your way to the school and hugged your books closer to you. You knew this year was going to be the worst one. At least it was only one left. You spotted your group of friends, well, former friends, and tried your best to just keep your head down and walk past them, but, of course, today was not your lucky day.

“Well, look who’s here” you heard Andy laugh and walk closer to you. “Aren’t you gonna say hi, babe?” he said, blocking your way.

“Hi, Andy” you said, looking down and trying to walk past him but he didn’t let you. You saw the rest of the guys coming closer and you gripped your books tighter. “I need to get to class” you said, quietly.

“What was that?” you heard Jason’s voice.

“I n-need to get to class” you repeated, glaring at him a little.

“Right, of course” he laughed. “Perfect little miss Harrington just needs to get to class” he mocked. “So, go to class” he said, stepping aside.

You stupidly thought maybe they will let you off easy and started walking away, but as soon as you did, Jason nodded at Andy who stuck his foot out and tripped you, making your books and papers fall to the ground. You felt your knees and hands burn when you landed on the gravel but there was no way you would cry in front of them.

“Oops, sorry, my bad” Andy said, laughing with the rest of them. You were about to stand up, when you felt Jason’s shoe push one of your arms, making you land on your left elbow.

“You should really watch where you’re going, Harrington” he said, kneeling to your level. “See you around, babe” he said, winking at you before getting up.

You grabbed your things as they walked away from you. You saw someone grabbing one of your books that was the furthest and placing it closer to you. You looked up to see Patrick. He looked like he was sorry but he was obviously not going to do much more than that so he walked away.

“Hey” you turned around to see some of the guys from the Hellfire Club looking at you. You felt even more nervous, not knowing what they were going to say. “Are you okay?” one of them asked walking closer to you. You felt bad for not knowing their names.

“I’m fine” you said, trying to smile as you got up.

“Are you sure?” another one of them asked.

“Yes, thank you” you said, just wanting to get out of there. You ran over to your locker and sighed in relief when nobody was around.

This was going to be a long year. This was your life now. You were alone. It was all Jason’s fault. You knew it. You never understood the power he had over people and without you by his side anymore, you were actually a bit scared of what he was capable of.

“Hey-” you jumped when you heard a voice on your left, but you were glad to find Dustin and Mike. “Shit, sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you” Dustin smiled. “Are you okay?”

“Dustin, Mike” you smiled. “Hi, guys” you said, nervously. You loved these kids. Even before Dustin became your brother’s best friend for some reason and make him start acting like a descent human being, you had babysat them for so long, you were even a little upset that they were now all taller than you. But they were good kids and you loved them. “It’s so good to see you” you said, frowning when you saw the third one was missing. “Where’s Lucas?”

“Oh, he uh” Mike said, awkwardly. “He wanted to try out for the Basketball team” he told you.

“Why?” you asked before you could stop yourself. “I m-mean… oh that’s um… nice” you said, unconvinced. You felt a little sad. The guys were already dealing with Will being gone and now Lucas seemed to be pulling away from them.

“Hey, what happened to you?” Mike asked, looking at your scraped hands.

“Oh, uh… nothing” you said, pulling up the sleeves of your blouse to cover your hands. “I just um… tripped” you told them.

“Okay” Dustin said, unconvinced and then, thankfully, the bell rang. “Oh, shit! We gotta go, we can’t be late!”

“See you around!” Mike yelled before the two of them ran in the opposite direction.

“Bye, guys” you smiled sadly, feeling a small tear roll down your cheeks. Those two kids were probably your only two friends. You shook your head and composed yourself before you grabbed your things. Not noticing someone looking at the entire scene with his worried deep brown eyes.

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Two weeks. It had been two weeks since school started and they were the worst two weeks of your life. It was one thing that you were constantly alone and people were avoiding you like the plague. But your friends were not only not talking to you, they were going out of their way to make you feel even worse. Everywhere you went someone would trip you, toss your books, make you late for class, or even throw food at you. And to top it all off, you always found a new vulgar word written across your locker whenever you came back to it. You always felt like you wanted to cry. You had no idea what you did to deserve so much hate from everyone. And especially the people that you once considered your closest friends. You were currently washing off the word ‘slut’ from your locker that was written in what looked like light pink lipstick. You knew exactly who wore this shade of lipstick.

“Ehem” you sighed and turned around to find her standing behind you. Carol Perkins. You always hated Carol. And she hated you. Even when she was friends with Steve. She had always had a crush on him and you were the one that told him she was a bitch. And she knew that. And then, she always said you wanted to steal Billy Hargrove from her. When, really, you had worked with him on a project and he happened to not be horrible to you. But that was pretty much it. “Did you redecorate your locker, Harrington?”

“Yep” you said, before going back to the task. “But I think light pink is more your color, isn’t it, Carol?”

“Of course” she said arrogantly. “It looks perfect on me, doesn’t it, ladies?” she asked the three girls behind him who agreed with her. Chrissy being one of them, but she only looked away when you made eye contact with her. “I don’t know why you bother taking it off, really, it’s not like it won’t be here again tomorrow” she laughed. “And besides, it’s not like it isn’t true” she said, making you tense a little.

“Shouldn’t you all be at cheerleading practice or something?” you asked.

“Why? Are you still upset you didn’t make the cut this year?”

“I didn’t even audition so-”

“Well, of course not. Chrissy is now captain and it would be a bit awkward since Jason left you for her, wouldn’t it?”

You felt your heart sink for a moment and you looked back at Chrissy. Your former best friend. “Y-you’re with Jason?”

“I w-wanted to tell you-”

“She owes you no explanation whatsoever” Carol interrupted her. “Not after what you did, anyways” she told you. “Now Jason can be with someone who isn’t a big slut for a change” she said, laughing at you. “Oh, and if inspiration strikes you, you might want to take a look at the last stall in the boys’ bathroom” she mocked. “You know, the one that everyone uses to… well, I shouldn't really tel you, right?” she said with a smirk. “Let’s go, ladies” she said walking away and kicking the bucket of water and soap you had on the floor before the rest of them followed.

Chrissy stayed behind and looked at you the same way Patrick had done on the first day of school. “Um-”

“You should leave, Chrissy” you said, quietly. “Y-you shouldn’t talk to me” you said with a sad smile.

“I just want-”

“Chrissy!” you both heard Carol at the end of the hallway. “Let’s go!” she demanded and Chrissy looked at you one last time before she followed them.

You threw the brush in your hand and grabbed the towel to dry the floor where Carol had kicked your bucket. You then grabbed your things and, even though you knew you shouldn’t have, you walked over to the boys’ bathroom at the end of the hallway. It was empty. Of course, it was since most people were in class and this was the bathroom that everyone used to hook up, smoke, or really do whatever you weren’t supposed to do because no teacher ever came in here.

You walked over to the last stall and your hand shook as you slowly opened the door. And, when you did, you brought your hands to your mouth, dropping your bucket and your supplies again. The entire wall was covered in marker, paint, crayon, pen, pencil, whatever you could think of, saying the most vulgar things you had ever read about yourself. There were even some drawings and some very graphic sentences. It made you sick to your stomach. You had no idea how someone could do this. How someone could be so mean. You went inside the bathroom stall and locked yourself. You felt defeated and alone. You had done nothing wrong to deserve this but nobody seemed to care. It was your word against Jason’s. And you knew it would be useless. You had no one. Your friends had sided with him. And everyone else feared him too much to even acknowledge you anymore.

You thought about going to Robin since she was Steve’s best friend but you knew she had her own things to deal with and you didn’t want to drag her down. Same thing with Nancy. She was still really nice to you even after she had broken up with Steve, but you knew she was now with Jonathan and she had her fair share of this fucking world so there was no way you were dragging her back to it. Lucas had made it to the basketball team, so he looked at you like he wanted to say something, but you knew it would be soon before he would believe them over you. Max had been keeping to herself since Billy died and even if the two of you sat down together sometimes for lunch, you didn’t want to burden her with these stupid things when she was going through something bigger. So that left Dustin and Mike. The two of them had joined Hellfire Club. You were glad they had found someone, but you didn’t want to drag them further down with you. You knew the reputation the Hellfire Club had and now, you were apparently the only thing worse than that club. So, here you were, alone, crying on the floor of the boys’ bathroom. It wasn’t long before you heard the door open and someone walking in.

Eddie Munson walked inside the bathroom to have a smoke before his next class. What he wasn’t expecting was the sound of someone crying. He slowly walked over and saw that the cries were coming from the last stall in the bathroom.

“Uh, hello?” he asked.

"Go away!" you said, not even caring who it was.

"Harrington?" Eddie felt his heart stop, recognizing your voice instantly.

"Munson?" you asked, feeling annoyed.

Great, just what you needed. Eddie Munson coming to make your life even worse. It’s not like you didn’t like Eddie. You always thought he was really funny and he was always nice towards you. But he always, always, found a way to tease you and you were not in the best mood right now. You couldn’t blame him. People, like your own brother and your now ex-boyfriend, had always been horrible to Eddie. Maybe Steve wasn’t as bad as Jason, but he still called him Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson. So you wouldn’t be surprised if he would now be gloating at the sight of you, like this.

"Why are you crying?" he asked, leaning against the door of the bathroom.

"I'm not crying!" you snapped back at him.

"Um, you sound like you're crying-"

"Well, I'm not!"

"Okay" he said unconvinced. "Why are you not crying in the boys' bathroom?"

"None of your business! Just leave me alone!"

Eddie sighed and ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. He had never seen you like this. You were always so happy and cheerful and just… perfect. At least it always seemed that way. You and your brother looked perfect on the outside. And, as much as he hated to admit it, that's probably what made him fall for you so fast. Not only because you were beautiful, but because you were actually nice, unlike everyone around you. Of course, not that you knew. The only thing he ever did to get your attention, was tease you. Any chance he could. He would always make snarky comments about you and your perfect life because it would always make you smile or laugh. And he loved that. He called you 'princess' in a mocking way because he said that's what you were. A perfect little princess, living her perfect little life. But now, here you were, sitting in the boys' bathroom, crying. He leaned down and noticed you were sitting on the floor, so he went over to the next stall and climbed on the toilet to look at you. And when he did, his heart broke into a million pieces. You were sitting with your back against the wall, knees to your chest and your head buried in your arms. His heart ached every time he saw your breathing and heard your sobs. The wall behind you had horrible words describing you in different colors, fonts, and sizes. Eddie felt sick to his stomach. He had heard the way the guys from the basketball team, specifically, talked about you. He didn't know you very well and he had no idea if what they said was true, but whether it was or not, they had no right to speak like that about you and make you feel this way.

“Hey” he said, quietly, making you look up at him and he saw your face black with your running makeup.

“What the fuck are you doing? What if I was using the bathroom?!”

“Well, you’re not” he rolled his eyes.

“Just leave me alone, Eddie! Please” you begged. Eddie felt his heart flutter when you used his first name, which you rarely did. He took a deep breath and climbed back down from the stall. You thought he would finally go away but you were wrong once again. He slid on the floor and was now sitting in front of you with his back against the other wall of the stall. “What are you doing? I asked you to go away!”

“I can’t do that” he simply said.

“Why not?”

“I can’t just leave you here crying your eyes out, princess!” he told you. You felt a small wave of affection through your heart when he called you that. You never did, but maybe it’s because he was the first person in months to be decent to you. “So, if you don’t want to talk, that’s fine. I can just sit here and keep you company” he shrugged his shoulders. “Want one?” he asked, offering you a cigarette but you shook your head. “Fine, but there is no way in hell I will just leave you here, feeling like this and knowing that you are clearly not okay” he said. You looked at him in shock. You would have never thought that Eddie Munson would be someone to actually care if you were alright. In fact, you wouldn’t have been surprised if he would be enjoying this moment since he always seemed to hate your group of friends and especially your ex-boyfriend. “So, what’s it gonna be? Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong or do you want me to fill the silence with my stories? Because I actually have a bunch of shit to talk about. I have to come up with this quest for the Hellfire Club and I could really use some fresh eyes, you know-?”

"Why are you being nice to me?" you asked with a voice so broken, Eddie tried his hardest not to cry with you.

“Why wouldn’t I be nice to you?”

“Nobody else is” you said, looking down at your legs while you wrapped your arms around them.

"You've always been nice to me" he said.

It was true. It didn't matter how much Eddie bugged you, you had never been mean to him. You were never mean to anyone. So it infuriated him that now everyone was mean to you just because Jason said so.

"I thought you hated me" you said, quietly.

"Oh come on, princess, don't flatter yourself" he chuckled, feeling his heart warm when he saw a ghost of a smile on your lips. At least one person hasn't changed around you. "I don't think enough about you to hate you" he mocked you, making you roll your eyes a little. "Plus, you got like a thousand percent cooler now that you dumped your loser friends" he laughed.

"Well, technically they dumped me" you muttered sadly. Eddie leaned closer to you and wiped away a tear from your cheek.

"Well then, fuck them" he smirked. "You are (Y/N), fucking, Harrington. You're a badass! You don't let anybody make you feel like this. Trust me, princess, this is their loss. You are too big for this place. You are way too interesting to be beaten down by those shitheads” he told you. Eddie kept going when he saw you were trying your best to smile at him. “I may not know you that well, but I do know one thing. You are one of the smartest people I know. So I am sure you are smart enough not to believe any of the things these assholes are saying” he insisted, placing his finger underneath your chin so you would face him. “None of this it’s true” he said, pointing at the walls behind you. “Nobody has the right to talk about you this way and nobody is worth making you feel like this, do you hear me?” you shyly nodded, looking away from him. “No, princess. Say it to me” he insisted. “Tell me that you don’t believe these fuckers and that you know you’re better than them” he told you. “You’re (Y/N), fucking, Harrington!” he repeated. “Say it, princess” he smiled.

“I-I’m (Y/N), f-fucking, Harringt-ton” you chuckled.

“That convinced nobody, love” he laughed.

“I’m (Y/N), fucking, Harrington!” you tried again, a little louder.

“Yeah, you’re almost there” he insisted and you took a deep breath.

“I’m (Y/N), FUCKING, Harrington!” you yelled with a big smile behind your teary eyes. Eddie couldn’t help but smile too. That’s the girl that he knew. That’s the girl that he was in love with. And he was so happy to see her again.

“Fuck yeah, you are” he said, proudly. “Now, I don’t know about you, but I don’t really think this is the best place to hang out so” he said, standing up and offering you his hands to help you. You wiped away the remaining of your tears and grabbed his hands so he helped you up to your feet before he opened the door and stepped aside to let you go first. You had never really noticed he was kind of a gentleman. “Promise me you’ll stop giving those shitheads so much attention” he said, once the two of you were out.

“Okay” you nodded.

“You feel okay?” he asked once you looked at yourself in the mirror and cleaned your face.

“Well, I feel less like shit” you admitted and he laughed a little.

“I’ll take that” he shrugged. He just stared through the mirror while you cleaned yourself up and redid your makeup in no time.

“Better?” you asked, smiling at him. For a moment, Eddie saw the old you. The one that was always happy and kind to everyone.

“Just as pretty as before” he muttered and you felt your cheeks burn a little. “Look, I would love to stay, but I’m pretty sure that if I’m late for class again, I will give up all my chances to graduate this year so…”

“N-no, yeah, you should um… go” you smiled shyly, looking down at your shoes. “I have taken up enough of your time” you told him.

“Well, I’m glad I could help” Eddie said, bowing his head before he turned to the door.

“Eddie?” you called him and he looked back at you. Before you knew what you were doing, you ran over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist. Eddie was too shocked to move or know what to do. “Thank you” you said, still not letting go of him. He slowly wrapped his arms around you and felt you relax in his arms.

“Anytime, princess” he smiled, wanting to live in this moment forever.

To Be Continued

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[Ch.2] [Ch.3]

A/N: soooo what do you guys think? should I do a part 2? also, a couple of things, I brought Carol back because I actually liked Chrissy and didn’t want to make her a bitch so let’s all just pretend that Carol was younger than Steve... aaaaaaand I know Dirty Dancing came out in ‘87 but the comment just came out so we’re all just going to pretend it came out earlier :D so this was more like a prologue of what happened and the beginning of the relationship with Eddie but please let me know what you think :) 

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Ok but, dark!Andy Barber getting the reader who wants to break up with him pregnant so she can't leave him.

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𝐄𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲!!

Andy wanted nothing more than just to cuddle with you all night long after his exhausting day at work. He had enough with dealing with this fucking prick Neal. He was annoying Andy all week so he deserved a little treat after that.

You and Andy have been together for two years now. After a bad divorce with Laurie, he required some kind of break. His life was falling apart right in front of his eyes and he couldn’t do anything about it. Then, you came his way and Andy felt young again. You were the only good thing that happened to him for so long.

For some time, you noticed a weird change in his behaviour. He got really jealous. You appreciated this at the beginning, but then Andy started being more and more possessive. Toxic in some kind of way. It was a little too much for you. This dress is intended only for my eyes, honey. It’s too short to just go out to the club. I don’t want anyone other than myself to look at my woman, sweet pie.

Even then, you were considering your break-up. But he promised to change and of course - you believed him. He was you sweet Andy after all. However, nothing was modified. Things got even worse. He didn’t want you to hang out without him, indeed Jenny. Then, talks about settling down also began. The damn ring was the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

All he needed, was to spend some time with his sweet little girl. Andy got out of his car and made his way to your shared house. The characteristic smell of your perfume was floating all over the room. He couldn’t wait to already be in your warm arms. The man took off his coat and suddenly he was frozen in one place.

Your voice wasn’t calm as normally, you had rapid breathing and was speaking way too quickly. “I don’t know what to do, Jenny!” Andy knew that you were nervous right then. He had weird feelings about the conversation with your best friend. “I found a hidden ring in a wardrobe.” Andy thought he tucked it well enough. “I don’t need a husband now. I’ve just graduated the college.” You took a deep breath.

He couldn’t believe you wanted to break things off with him. He thought everything was on a perfect way to the marriage, not a break-up. “He’s a family type of guy. I don’t think I’m ready for that kind of attachment to anyone right now.” Andy suspected that you were at the thin edge from crying. “I’m gonna talk to him as soon as he comes back from work.” He came closer to the living room when you were sitting on the couch. You bought it together. “I love you too, Jenny.”

When he was sure you hang up, Andy made his way right to you. An angry expression on his handsome face. You’ve already known that he heard every single word that came up your mouth. You truly were screwed. “Andy!” Your voice was shocked and surprised.

“Did I understand right?” He came even closer to your scared self. “You want to break up with me, sweetheart?”

“Andy, please…” You tried to find the right words to not hurt him more. You loved him, you really did. But you weren’t ready to make everything so curious. The ring you found - only worsen the already bad situation. “I’ve just graduated! I wanna live, have fun!”

His hand started to get closer and closer to your neck. He grabbed you slightly and put you up to your legs. His body was curling over yours, gathering you in his strong arms. “I have bad news for you, honey.” The man whispered right into your ear. “That’s not happening.” Andy’s fingers thrilled over the neckline of your top. You had nowhere to go, but you had to admit that he so close to you was doing something to you. Your pussy was getting wetter within a few seconds just because of his presence and hungry touch.

“You’ve got nowhere to go.” He reminded you. A cruel smirk on his handsome face. “But I have to admit it’s cute that you still think you can just run away from me.”

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After a few more minutes, Andy brought you to the master bedroom. Your wrists were bound to the headboard by the tie he was wearing to work that day. You were a little scared, a bondage wasn’t a kink any of you talked about in the whole relationship. You weren’t able to move, much less to free yourself. You were lying naked at his mercy. He could do whatever he wanted at that time.

Andy was on the top of your body, couldn't help himself but admire your precious body. “You’ve got me hard as a fucking rock.” He grunted right into your ear. His breath warming your cheek, one of Andy’s hands sliding up the bare body of your stomach, then your torso and finally - he was cupping your breast. Shivers ran all over you. He knew your body better than anyone, including you, did.

It was quiet for a few moments, Andy enjoyed the view spreading before him. You fluttered closed your eyes and stayed that way until the man started touching your cheek softly with the thumb of his finger. “I want you to look at me when I’m making you feel good, sweetheart.” His voice was quiet, all he wanted right then, was to let you forget about everything bad and for you to focus on the pleasure.

You didn’t say a word. It wasn’t how you imagined that day. You wanted to have an honest conversation with Andy, pack all of your stuff and move on. You loved him, but the pressure you felt was overwhelming and you didn’t think you could take it. But your boyfriend didn’t give up. He wanted all of you and you knew that he would do everything to have it. One way or another.

Andy got off of you to undress. Your watchful eye marvelled at his posture. Broad shoulders, massive arms and this happy trails of hair a little above his boxers. He was stunning. The man from the real dreams of yours. Then why not everything was so perfect?

The man lied over you, his starving hands all over you - touching every piece he could reach. Even though you weren’t sure if you really wanted that, your body spoke for yourself. You acted like a cat, rubbing up himself, weren’t able to stop any of that, just needing to have all of his undivided attention. And of course, he gave you that.

“You wanted to take this from me?” Andy grunted. He gave your pussy a few spanks. Your moanings got louder with every. “I’m gonna show you all of the things you would miss. You’re such a bad girl sometimes…” You felt the wetness running down your tighs. You knew that he had a big power over you but did not think it was so bad. “Darling…” Andy kissed one of your cheeks. You could feel the growing length on your stomach. “I think, I should draw consequences from your unimaginable behaviour.”

The urgent need to be filled and stretched and fucked within an inch of your life was enormous. Andy’s gaze took its time drinking you in, he was salivating - you were so damn beautiful. He couldn’t let you run away. You were his. Your eyes were fixed on the reveal of that glorious cock of his. It was the biggest you ever had in your whole life.

Andy took his cock in one hand and before he entered you, he gave it a few strikes and tugs as he stared down at your wet, clenching hole, mesmerized. His length grew even bigger when he kissed you so deeply and thoroughly you whimpered into his hot mouth. He spread your lower lips apart and he eased the head of his cock inside of you. The feel of stretch was amazing. You whimpered loudly, only adding to Andy’s pleasure. Your sweet sounds were the best thing in sex with you.

Groaning, Andy pushed further into your aching hole. You were gasping for air again as he rolled his hips, giving a hard rut. His cock was as deep as he could go. It's where you belonged. There wasn’t a better place - you both in one bad. Perfect. “Not so eager to run away now, huh?” He teased. One of his hands made your way to your neck - grabbing it gently but enough for you to feel the pressure from this touch. “You just needed a cock to be reminded that you can’t live without me, sweetheart.”

The hand that was capping your neck, went down to pinch your hardened nipple. You were a groaning, mindless mess for him. Just for him. “Please, please, please.” Your words repeated like a mantra. You needed a fulfil. Couldn’t survive without it that time.

You dropped your head to the sheets with a loud moan, he buried his mouth against your neck and pressed a few love bits to your sensitive skin. You knew perfectly well, that all he wanted was to mark you. “You’re doing so good for me, sweetheart.” His approval words were like a perfect solution for all of your, even the biggest, problems.

You could hear just how bad soaked you were for him. The wetness drenching the sheets. ”You always feel so fucking good.” Some inhuman noises felt from his lips. You’re both were incredibly close to an end. Just a few final pumps of his hips. Sweat was coating your body as you spread your legs even wider. Andy knew your body so well. Knew just how and where to touch you to make you see stars.

Your orgasm was building and building. The man’s finger started teasing your clit. And that’s when it snapped. You cum with a high pitched sound, body convulsing with the force of your pleasure. You clenched around his length. You could feel that his ending was near. “Don’t cum inside of me! I’ve missed some pills.” But Andy didn’t have any of that.

You tried to move but couldn’t do anything with your wrists tied. Then, Andy lost that. You felt the warm rush of his cum flooding your still fluttering cunt. Tears appeared in your eyes. He did that. He cum inside, even though you told him to pull out. He sagged against your belly with a satisfied groan, kissing it lightly.

It was quiet for a few moments, as both you and Andy were catching your breaths. He leaned closer to you, so he could see your face. You felt broken. The man wiped the tears from your cheeks and kissed a loving kiss to them then. You closed your weeping eyes, when Andy reached above your weak body and started to untie your wrist. After that, he took both of them, rubbed and left kisses along your fragile skin.

You felt Andy's arm curl around your belly and tug your body closer to his. “I’m sorry it had to happen this way.” He pressed his lips to your sweaty forehead. “But I couldn’t let you run away from me. Now we can be a real family.”

You felt more tears filling your tender eyes. That’s not how you imagined your future.

[sstan-hoe]

𝐵𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑘 — 𝐴𝑛𝑑𝑦 𝐵𝑎𝑟𝑏𝑒𝑟

𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 — Andy Barber x Fem!reader

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 — SMUT, breeding kink, unprotected sex, kinda mama kink if that exists, slight praise kink

𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑑 — two days Andy gosh, so until we finally reach someone again that I've never written for before its gonna be a few days. reblog and comment! *not my gif. this is an au were Jacob died and lauri lived

• KINKTOBER

Something you always wanted was a little family of your own. It always seemed unreachable until you met Andy Barber.

With Andy it appeared as if your dream could become reality at least you thought this, but after dating for a year Andy told you about his past. His son died one year before you met killed by his own mother who was in a psychiatry under special treatment by now.

Feeling bad for him you comforted him in any way you could. With all the information you gathered, you decided to push your dream further away so you wouldn’t put him under pressure.

Now after another three years you moved in with Andy and were engaged. Andy was happy to have you, you helped him through a hard time in his life.

However he never before thought about having another child let alone get married, but here he was engaged. All over in Andy’s eyes having a child was a bigger step then marriage.

As you laid on Andy’s chest in your shared bed while the rain lightly hammered against the glass of the window. The roofs of the cars danced with spray and clear you could hear the murmuring of the rain through the window.

Your head laid comfortably on Andy’s naked chest as his arms closed around your middle. You were dressed in one of his flannels.

“Andy?” You whispered while you fingertip danced on his chest. “Yes sweetheart?”

You paused for a moment. “Have-have you ever thought about having another kid? Like with me?” Too shy to meet his eyes you stared out the window watching the rain.

Andy’s eyes slightly widened. If he was to be honest, he did think about it once or twice. Having a child with you meant everything to Andy, he may wasn’t completely over Jacob – and never fully could – but he knew that he had to move on and maybe that little child could be his second chance in life with you.

“No wait let me uh re-phrase that; do you think you want kids again?” You stopped him before he could say something, being to afraid he would say ‘no’.

“I did… I don’t know if I’m ready yet, but we could maybe try and when it happens it happens.” Andy said slowly, he wasn’t sure how to answer you however one thing had to be brought over: He wanted a child with you.

“You want a baby with me?” It was the first time you looked up him only to see Andy already gazing at you. This was all you ever dreamed about, having a family.

“Yeah sweetheart, I want a baby with you.” He whispered against your soft lips before he slide his lips over yours. Your eyes flattered close whilst Andy sealed his promise with a loving kiss.

His hand rested on your hip as he pulled you on top of him. “Gonna make you a mama.” Andy breathed out breaking the kiss catching for air.

“Andy,” you let out with a shaking voice, shivers running down your spine by his choice of words.

Your hips start rocking over the bulge in his pants trying to create some fraction between your legs.

“I’m gonna give you what you need mama, gonna breed you with our baby.” He told you.

His hands fell to your thighs. You lifted your hips, allowing him to snap your red lace panties and throw them near the bathroom door. Trying to assist him you began unbuttoning Andy’s flannel. Andy being too impatient ripped the flannel open causing the buttons to flow around the bedroom.

Andy enjoyed the sight in front of him, you naked on top of him being greedy for his cock. Your hands moved down to his boxers freeing his cock. You lifted yourself on his penis slowly sinking down on him leading to a moan leave your lips.

“Gonna let me fuck a baby into you, sweetheart? Make you a mama?” He asked you and bucked his hips up into you.

You desperatly nodded your head as your eyes closed in pleasure. “God yes!” Andy’s hands came back up to your hips gently massaging the flesh before he had locked you underneath him. A gasp in surprise left your mouth. Starting with harder, deeper strokes he worked you up.

Andy felt you clenching your spongy walls around him. “Want your baby, Andy.” You bit out sporting him on to go faster. His fingers moved to your clit rubbing it.

“Fuck, you’re close? Can feel the way that tight little pussy is squeezin’ my cock.” Andy growled against the shell of your ear. “You’re gonna cum, and then I will fill you up with my seed. Make you all full an’ round with my baby.”

Like an elastic band in your belly stretches until it can’t do anything but snap your orgasm hits you in uncontrollably waves of pleasure. “Look so pretty when you cum mama.” Andy told you with heart eyes.

“Come in me my love, fill me up with your baby.” You said as you caressed his warm cheek, oh how much you loved him. Andy didn’t hesitate to paint your walls with his white seed.

Andy collapsed on top of you slowly turning to the side.

“I definitely made ya pregnant.” Andy said proud with a grin on his face.

𝑇𝑎𝑔𝑠 —

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When In Italy Part 3

Part 1 | Part 2

He remembered your order.

It was all you could think about after you sat down, a waitress coming quickly to your table and he gave you a look, asking you if that’s what you wanted. You gave a small nod and you refrained from commenting on it, not wanting to stroke his already enlarged ego you are sure has only gotten big since you have seen him last based on… well everything.

The waitress thanked you both, taking your menus and leaving the two of you alone, giving one another an awkward smile before you looked down at your hands, now regretting pretending to not know what to order in order to hide behind your menu a bit more.

“So…” Harry began, fingers drumming onto the table, “how have you been?”

You let out an airy laugh, looking up at him with a raised eyebrow before leaning back in the woven dining chair, warm Italian sun hitting your face as you looked out at the view and back to him, not even sure what to say. You, obviously, were not doing great and he was.

You open your mouth to start to answer but stop when the waitress comes back, placing the cool, water glasses in front of you and they quickly become interesting as you watch the condensation drop down from the glass onto the table.

“Y/n…” Harry began, looking up at you and sighing when your eyes met, “Can you talk to me? I just want to see what you’ve been up to.”

“What about you?” You counter, heart pounding against your chest, “I feel like you’re the one who needs to check in and share some updates more than anyone else, don’t you think?”

“I guess I deserve that.” He chuckled, taking a sip of water and looking at you over the glass causing you to scoff.

“I’m glad you think it’s funny.” you glare, crossing your arms over your chest, trying to calm your pounding heart, “really makes the whole situation better.”

“Okay, you’re right, I’m sorry,” He nodded, holding his hands up in defense, “but I didn’t know you were going to be there, I would have never brought her if I would have known that, obviously and I’m sorry it happened this way but I’m glad I saw you, I’m glad to see you.”

“Who is she?”

He looked surprised by your question, not expecting you to rip the band-aid off in the way that you did. But, you knew him. Better than anyone you’ve ever known in your life and you couldn’t understand why he was beating around the bush like this so much. You also needed this for yourself, not wanting to fall for his famous charm, looking into those beautiful, jade eyes you knew you would be done for.

It’s the reason your sitting across from at this table at all, not being able to resist his smile, his sot, caring voice as he asked you to see him, having no idea what you would be getting into all, you said yes without any hesitation and you decided in that moment, watching as he went around the clear high priority topic with ease.

“Her name is Olivia.” He sighed, “she’s the director of the movie I’m going to be in and…”

“You’re together?”

He didn’t answer, looking at his hands.

You nodded, taking his silence as the clear answer and you bit your bottom lip hard, tasting blood as your teeth sunk into the flesh, hoping the pain would stop the tears that were stinging your eyes. You could feel your hands shake and you let out a sigh, standing up from the table and running your hands over your skirt, frustrated he didn’t even have the nerve to come out and simply say it.

“I-I’m going to go,” You began to ramble, looking down at the water glass and you dug through your bag, looking for money to pay for your meal and tip the waitress, even though it wasn’t yet served to you, eyes burning as you did your best to keep in your tears.

“Please stay.” He whispered and you shook your head rapidly, pulling out your wallet and looking for a big enough bill, “Okay, let me just drive you back, put your wallet away this is on me.I asked you to come.” He added, pulling out his wallet and laying down a more than generous amount.

“No, please.” You whispered, stepping back as you stepped closer to you, “just, stay. Take my food with you. I’m gonna book a flight home and you guys can have the house to yourselves by tomorrow night.”

“Y/n-”

“Goodbye, Harry.”

You ignored his calls of your name, walking down the pavestone as you made your way through the quaint town, passing the many boutiques and gelato shops you two went through a dozen times.You also did your best to ignore the longing look of pity as you passed by the strangers, thankful your italian wasn’t as good as his, that way you didn’t have to also hear what they were saying about you.

You wandered your way through the beautiful village, wishing it brought you the same amount of joy as it always did, but not it just left you a bitter taste in your mouth, reaching for your phone and calling for a cab, looking up flights the second the car pulled up.

***

Your eyes fluttered open at the sound of your alarm, heart wrenching at the realization that all of this was real and you fist rubbed your swollen eyes, sniffling as you sat up and the details all came back to you.

“He found someone else already.” you had sobbed into the phone to your best friend, clutching at your chest as your back was against the front door. “He already moved on, y/bff/n and he brought her here and-and… I-I got a flight home and I just don’t know what to do.”

You were beginning to hyperventilate, mind being unable to wrap around the fact that he had moved on so quickly, the man you thought you were going to marry, being together for years, had already moved on to someone else.

Your best friend had done her best to calm you, begging you to let them fly there to help get your things together, to at least meet you at a connecting flight so you weren’t flying home completely alone, but you didn’t allow it, knowing how much trouble they would get into with their boss.

“I’ll be there to pick you up.” they told you, after a long pause, their heart was breaking at the sound of your cries, “You’re gonna make it through this, y/n. I know you are.”

You weakly stumbled out of bed, walking straight to the closet and, once again, pulling your bags out and throwing them onto the bed, throwing your all clothes into a messy pile and zipping up the bag, pushing it into the hallway after quickly changed into a clean outfit, slipping on a pair of sneakers as you got ready for your flight home.

Forcing yourself to brush your teeth and run a comb through your hair was harder than you had ever imagined, hating to have to look at your reflection as the face of her was being compared side by side in your mind. You hated yourself more for wishing that Harry tried a little harder, wishing that he had ran after you and tried to at least explain more, extend the olive branch so to speak, even though it would never fully heal your wounds.

Your anxious mind wouldn’t stop reliving your morning with Harry and you couldn’t help but have regrets, wondering if you overreacted, wondering what would have happened if you stayed for the rest of the meal.

Could you ever be friends?

Pushing yourself away from the counter you hoped that the thoughts would subside, wishing you knew the answers but knowing you never would. You shuffled your way into the living room, curling up on the couch as you waited for the car to come pick you up and take you to the airport, not having the energy to reach to pick up the remote so you sat in silence.

Although it felt like minutes, an hour soon passed and you heard the knock at the door and you forced yourself up, grabbing your suitcase and wheeling it behind you as you opened the door, being greeted by the driver who took your suitcase from you and loaded it into the car as you followed behind, finding your place in the backseat.

The time went faster than you thought it would, the drive to the airports, the security line, flights, layovers, all of it. The next thing you knew you were walking down the steps of the airport, seeing the face of your best friend and running towards them, dropping your suitcase in the process as they quickly took you in their arms, holding you as tight as they could.

“I got you.” They whispered, rubbing your back as your tears sunk into the fabric of the fabric covering their shoulder, “I’m so, so sorry, sweetheart. You’re gonna be okay, I promise.”

“How do you know?” you horsley whispered, “my heart hurts so much.”

“I know, I know.” They whispered back, pulling back and looking you into the eyes, giving you a smile and wiping away your tears, “It’s going to be okay, I promise. You are an incredible human being, y/n, you are so unbelievably strong andI know that you can do this and I’m going to be there for you every single step of the way, okay?. ”

And they were.

Being there for you every single step of the way for the next two weeks since you got back from your trip and even moved into your apartment with you for a few days at first as you adjusted. Holding you every single time that you cried, always checking in and making sure that you were taking care of yourself and always being there for you to talk about everything, even though you weren’t quite ready yet, they were there for you when you were going to be and you couldn’t have been more thankful for that.

Now, after a couple weeks of healing, after your plummet on your journey of healing post break up, you felt like you were back on your way up. You started leaving your apartment more again and y/bff/n even got you to go out with them and a couple of friends one night.

Actually starting to feel better and even starting to feel a lot more like yourself.

Your phone buzzed and you quickly took a look down at it, seeing a text from y/bff/n

Be there soon! i can't wait to try out this new coffee place!

You smiled and sent back your quick reply, letting her know you were going to head downstairs touching up your makeup quickly as you looked at yourself in the mirror and smiled back at your reflection, seeing the glow and fullness starting to come back to your face, the circles under your eyes slowly disappearing more and more everyday.

Grabbing your purse off the kitchen counter and sliding on your shoes you got ready to leave your apartment, heading out the door and locking the door behind you, jiggling the handle to endure it was locked before turning on your heel to head out. You go to reach for the elevator button, but it dings as it announces its arrival and you step out of the way, allowing whatever neighbor to have a clear path to their apartment. Instead, you're met with a pair of familiar green eyes.

“Harry?”

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warnings —  DDLG, swearing, mentions of longing/missing someone,  mentions of leaving someone, teasing??

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After placing two scoops of the chocolate ice cream on the cone, Y/N lifted her head up to look at her daddy who sported a scowl on his face as he was drumming a pen in between his fingers as he tried to piece together the facts of the case. Normally, she wouldn’t be allowed so close to Andy as he was working, but given how needy she had been all morning — despite sitting right by his feet wasn’t enough for her — she promised to remain well-behaved and quiet for him so he gave her the green light to go ahead and stay with hi as she played with her scoop and learn toy set. Silently putting down her cone by the ice cream trolley, she moved towards his leg and when he didn’t move or acknowledge her, she clung her arms around his calf as her cheek snuggled up against his shin. “What?” Feeling something cling around his lower leg snapped him right out of his focused trance as his confusion easily melted into adoration as he peered down and saw his girlfriend curled up against him. “My petal’s quite needy today isn’t she?” “Sorry dada,” She said lowly as her fingers drummed rhythmically against his clothed leg, “Was behaved and nice.” Nodding, he then bent and carried her to sit on his lap. She squealed excitedly as she then wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled her face in his neck, “Wuv you, dada.” Humming, he rubbed her back soothingly as he looked into her eyes, “Need to hold dada huh?” The smile that formed on her lips was a toothy grin that was the attorney’s favorite sight in the whole world. “Want to hold you so much, dada; ‘m sorry,” She pouted at the thought of him being disappointed at her; sensing the drop of her mood, he then cooed and peppered kisses all over her face, feeling his prickly beard graze her skin prompted her to erupt in a fits of giggles as she loved the affection that he was showering her with. “This what you needed, my little petal?” He asked her in his gentle, playful tone as she nodded and snuggled herself against his chest as she toyed with his large fingers, “Mhm, love you so much, dada.”

“Hello?” August answered the phone call with a frown — Y/N was never one to call her boyfriend when he had missions that required him to go undercover and/or while he had overseas operations; so it was alarming that she called him he thought of only the worst possible scenarios. “Hi, daddy,” She sniffled out into the phone — part of her was relieved she got to hear his voice, but really she just longed to be with him. “What’s wrong, little one?” He furrowed his eyebrows as he impatiently tapped his fingers against the steering wheel; she let out a sigh before admitting, “Miss you, daddy. So sad without you.” Despite feeling pain on the field of his job, the sound of her small and vulnerable voice was the most painful thing he ever had to hear or endure. “Little one, have you been good for me?” She nodded against her phone as she hugged the Cinnamoroll stuffie that had a shirt specifically sewn on for the stuffie which had the words “daddy’s little one” embroidered on it, “I do, daddy. Miss your kisses and hugs so much.” As he parked his car in front of their yard he smirked as he answered her, “Well who knows when I’ll get back right?” He was positive that there was a pout on her lips as she thought of the likelihood that she was going to be alone for a while, “But daddy I miss you already!” Her whine was so loud that she didn't hear the way August opened up their front door and walked to the living room where she was lying in the couch; he ended the call and he could see her slumping down her shoulders from behind before jumping down beside her and hugging her, “Well good thing daddy’s home now, yeah?” She let out a shrilling shriek in excitement as she kissed his bearded cheeks repeatedly, “I missed you so much, daddy! Promise I was the goodest girl for you!”

“How are your chicken tenders, sweetie?” Bucky asked after pressing a kiss on her forehead; they were out to dinner with Sam and his girlfriend, Leila — who like her was a little too. After the two bonded over the activity paper the server handed to them, they both munched down on their meal. “So yummy, tătic! But,” She trailed off as she looked around nervously. After drinking down a chunk of his beer then looked at him with worry written on his face, “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Without a word, she snuggled close to his side right as she tangled her arms around his metal arm before looking up at him with doting eyes, “All better, tătic!” Slightly picking up on what she was up to, he grabbed another chicken and tapped it on her lips; she moaned lowly when he fed her then snuggled up more to his arm. “Need my touch, don’t you sweetheart?” Shyly, she nodded as she played with his fingers, “Always want you close to me.” Sam and Leila were both busy being all snuggled up too so Bucky repeatedly, sweetly kissed her lips before telling her, “How ‘bout we take a bath later, sweetie?” Extremely thrilled with the idea of spending tub time with her daddy, she nodded too much that little chunks of the chicken she was eating escaped her mouth as she expressed her liking of his idea, “So excited for that, tătic! Can we go home now and bathe together?” Chuckling at the small mess she made, he wiped the sides of her mouth with a napkin then kissed her forehead, “Only a few more minutes before we can bath together, sweetie.”

“Into the tub you go, doll,” Steve sing-songed as he gently placed Y/N into the bathtub that was filled with warm water and soapy bubbles. She giggled as she felt the warm water graze her skin. For a while, she was busying herself with playing and blowing the bubbles; after a while, she was craning her neck to look for Steve, “Sir? Where are you?” A pout was now formed onto her lips that earlier was stretched out into a smile. The super soldier was in their shared bedroom preparing what she was going to wear after her bath when he heard her distressed call for him. Entering their ensuite bathroom the skin of his forehead wrinkled up as he approached her and kneeled down by the tub, “What’s wrong, doll?” A small amount of water splashed onto him when she crossed her arms, “Want you, sir.” Not fully understanding what she meant, he brought a hand to caress her back — as if to coax her into explaining as he said, “I am here, doll. What do you want?” “Want you here, sir,” Unclasping her arms from where they were crossed, she dropped her arms in the bubbly water and pouted at him. Nodding in understanding, he then stood up; hearing her whimper in need made him chuckle a bit, “I’m just gonna remove my clothes then join you in there okay, doll?” Gone was the frown that earlier donned her face for she now had a wide grin as she clapped when Steve slowly dipped in the tub, careful as to not spill water out of the tub. Once he was fully seated in the tub, his doll then moved over to him and hugged him tight, “Love you, sir.” Placing her on his lap, he then kissed the top of her head as he tried to calm his beating heart, “I love you too, doll. Now, how ‘bout we clean you up with your favorite shampoo hm?”

“Where you bringing me, baby girl?” Sy wondered out loud as he allowed his nearly 200 pound self to be whisked away. It was unusual of her to remain this quiet; for some her whining and blabbering would be annoying, but the Texan captain loved how verbal she was especially since it served as a constant reminder about how much he was needed by her. Upon being brought to the den of their house that served as the office, he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he gently stroked her back, hoping to coax out an answer out of her, “What are we gonna in the office, baby?” She pointed to the landline phone and to the stuffed animal that arrived defective a few days ago. “You want me to make a call?” He asked and she nodded with a wide smile. “Why can’t you make the call?” The question was asked out of curiosity, but with the way she batted her eyelashes and bit her lip bashfully had him worried. A small smile graced his face when she opened her mouth, but she quickly closed it and instead grabbed a pen and paper. Sitting down on the swivel chair, he patiently waited for her to finish jotting down her message. When she was done, she shyly slid over the paper to him and once he read it the words broke his heart, “My voice is ugly. Who said this, baby girl?” Shrugging her shoulders she fiddled with her fingers but he placed her on his lap which allowed him to gently stroke her thighs, “Come on, baby girl, please talk to me? I miss hearing your pretty voice.” As if to prove his point, his beard tickled her skin as he pressed kisses on her throat; she giggled as her hands pushed his wide chest away and cleared her throat, “Some guy said my voice is too deep for a girl.” Sy’s jaw clenched in anger at the person who disrespected his girl’s feature; a thick finger of his hooked under her chin to make her look at him, “Listen to me, okay? Don’t listen to the meanie who said that. Your voice is beautiful and lovely, just like the rest of you.” Biting the inside of her mouth, she then looked up at him with teary eyes; he was about to question as to why she was tearing up when she wrapped her arms tight around his neck as she peppered kisses on his bearded cheek, “Thank you, daddy. Needed that reminder.”

“Papa?” Y/N groggily called out as she rubbed the sleep away from her eyes and looked to the side of the bed; she frowned when she noticed that the gold medalist wasn’t occupying the earlier spot he claimed. Grabbing for the first stuffed toy he had given her in her arms, she made her way off their bed and checked their walk-in-closet and ensuite bathroom — and was displeased when he wasn’t there. There were two other bedrooms and a bathroom on the upper floor and all three areas did not house her loving boyfriend.  “Where are you?” She was now close to crying as she headed down the stairs. Upon hearing noise coming from their dining room, she then skipped over there and was shocked to see him wearing his USA jacket and was faced in front of a laptop. “Well I have to say that my biggest motivation has to be my loving girlfriend,” Just as he said the last word he shot Y/N a sincere smile, patting her lap — motioning for her to sit on it.  Thankful that she wasn’t wearing her little pajamas and instead fell asleep wearing one of his sweatshirts, she shyly sat on his lap and was surprised to see that the accomplished gymnast was being interviewed, “And she just pushes me to be the best I can be, in all aspects.” At the compliment, she shyly waved at the interviewer. “Well that is all the time we have. Thank you so much Lance Tucker for gracing us with your presence and introducing us to your lovely girl too.” Lance’s computer screen faded into his screensaver of the two of them — the gymnast kissing her cheek as she smiled wide into the camera. “Woke up without you and was so scared, papa.” Her confession had his heart hurting a bit but he cuddled her and explained, “I’m sorry, angel. I had an interview and you looked so adorable while you sleep that I didn’t want to wake you.” At his explanation, her little mind was able to understand it and nodded, “Promise to never leave me?” His reply was instant, “My greatest nightmare would be leaving you. I love you so much, angel,” For the only thing he has ever been sure of in his entire life was that she was going to be with her for the rest of their days together.

As much as Ransom and Y/N enjoyed summer, the bright sunny days allowed them to stroll around the different sights and go on long road trips across the state — even the country if the only Thrombey child wasn’t feeling lazy. “Princess, have you packed your clothes already?” He asked from the main floor of his house as he zipped up his duffle bag after checking once again that he had packed the necessary garments for their three-day stay in the high-end resort Ransom got them a booking to.  “King, can you come here please?” The man that was called for had to chuckle as he made his way up the stairs, heading for their bedroom because he could practically sense that she was pouting as she called for him. “Princess, everything alright with you?” Seeing her kneeling down in front of her suitcase with a wide array of clothing articles spread all around her. Shaking her head, she crossed her arms as her lips formed a pout, “Need king to help me pack.” Wrapping his arms around her  and placing her on his lap, he kissed the side of her neck, “My little princess needs help packing her clothes?” Snuggling against his chest, she nodded as she slipped her thumb into her mouth, “King packs my clothes better.” Having her in his lap as he was folding some of her clothes then placing it on her matching suitcases didn’t pose as a challenge for him; in fact he loved the thought of her being all small that she needed him. “Such a helpless, needy little thing you are hm?” Even though he was partially joking, she took it seriously but was not offended by it, “Just want my king near me at all times, please.” After zipping up her bags once they have been filled with all the clothes she was probably going to use during their stay there, he simply kissed her cheek and gently pat her thighs, “Well king’s not going anywhere without his pretty princess. Now let’s go on our vacation, okay?”

“Where are you, bubba?” Y/N pouted as she rubbed her hands on her arms as she stood by the balcony in their apartment. Her phone was in one of the pockets of the bathrobe she was wearing, and when she grabbed for it, she searched on Twitter for Superman. A sad smile graced her lips when she read about him being currently in a different country, aiding citizens who were currently suffering a forest fire in their location. Locking her phone, she then moved towards the door and before fully going in and locking the door behind her she looked up in the sky with hopeful eyes, “Please come home soon, bubba.”

Removing the robe from her body, she rested it by her dresser then crawled under the covers as she hugged the pillow Clark often laid down on when they slept together. A gush of strong wind blew past her and before she could even process what it was or see it properly, she was faced with a freshly showered Clark who was smiling and laying down beside her, “Hi, bubba. I’m home.” Her cheeks hurt from smiling so wide as she kissed his lips repeatedly and excitedly. “I’m so happy you’re home, bubba! I missed you so damn much.” She moaned out in pleasure when his arms opened wide and cuddled her close and warm into his chest. Pressing a kiss on the top of her head, he then rubbed her back soothingly, “I know, bubba. I heard you.” hearing those words, she hid her face deeper into his chest, not having the guts to look up at him. With a cheeky grin, he reassured her, “ And don’t worry, I’ll be all yours this weekend. There’s no way I will be neglecting my precious bubba.”

[supernovafics]

𝐀 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑

pairing: andy barber x fem!reader

summary: in which the night was supposed to be special. however, it seems as if something is always going wrong. on this specific night, you and andy have convinced yourselves that everything will finally go according to plan, but it isn’t long until things go awry. you’re not ready to call it quits on it just yet, though.

warnings: defending jacob au (no mentions of laurie or jacob), fluff, slight angst, explicit language

word count: 2.3k words 

author’s note: first andy imagine! hope you guys enjoy<333

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“Whatever excuse you’re about to say, save it,” You said when you answered Andy’s call, and it connected to your car’s Bluetooth. “We are going to this restaurant, Barber. We’ve rescheduled so many times that I’m pretty sure at least two of the hostesses know my number by heart at this point.”

Your statement was a thousand percent true, and you were actually surprised that the restaurant hadn’t blocked your number and banned both you and Andy from coming yet because of how much you had called to reschedule. The last time was only three days ago when you and Andy were completely exhausted from the days you had at work and couldn’t bear to do anything more than deliver a pizza to your home and eat it in bed. The number of crumbs that you noticed in the bed in the morning was horrible, but overall it was worth it.

This night was different, though, at least it was supposed to be. That morning before you headed to the environmental law firm you worked at and Andy went to the DA’s office, you said that you would be done earlier than usual because you would only be doing the beginning preparations for a new case you had. Andy told you that he would be done at his office by seven, giving you both enough time to get to your eight o’clock reservation at the restaurant.

When you left your office not even fifteen minutes ago and hadn’t received any calls from Andy, you actually believed that things were finally going to go exactly how you both planned it. But, of course, you could only get but so lucky.

“I’m really sorry, honey,” Andy told you, and you could hear how sincere those words were. “This Jefferson case has been kicking my ass these past couple of days, and I can just tell I’m finally close to a breakthrough with it.”

You didn’t want to smile; you were supposed to feel at least a little bit mad that this dinner was once again on its way to getting canceled. But, you couldn’t muster up even a hint of a frown; instead, you genuinely felt happy for Andy. You didn’t know much about the case, but you did know how much of a pain it had been for him thus far, so you knew that you couldn’t make him stop working on it right then when things were finally about to turn around. Especially because you knew that if the tables were turned, he wouldn’t make you stop, and you wouldn’t want him to.

These heavily work-oriented sides of the both of you were what caused you two to meet in the first place. You were both in the local bar that pretty much all of the lawyers in Boston would frequent, celebrating wins on your recent cases. You chalked it up to the alcohol running through your veins and the pure happiness you were feeling, because that case was such a big win for you, as the reason why you so easily fell for Andy that night. Because you had always sworn to yourself that you would never get romantically involved with another lawyer. But Andy was different.

“How much longer do you need?” You asked him, already thinking of ways that you could rearrange things so that maybe, hopefully, the night wouldn’t be a total flop.  

It was quiet on Andy’s end for a moment, and you could tell that he was really thinking about his response. “No more than an hour. I promise.”

You glanced at the time displayed in your car; 7:14 pm. “Okay, I’ll call the restaurant and see if they can push our eight o’clock reservation to nine. And I’m on my way to your office now, so I can make sure that your hour is actually an hour.”

Most of the time, actually all of the time, an hour was never really an hour; it was always, always more. And you knew that for a fact because you were guilty of it too. Your respective workaholic natures were something that you both simultaneously loved and hated about each other.

“I love you,” Andy’s voice was soft and comforting.

Although those three words were pretty much second nature to hear after seven years of knowing Andy and five years of marriage, they never, ever failed to make your heart warm.

“Love you too,” You said and smiled to no one but yourself. “I should be there in twenty.”

• • •

The drive to Andy’s office was shorter than expected, which you were surprised about. However, you were unsurprised to only see Andy’s car in the parking lot when you pulled in; you swore that no one at that office worked harder than he did.

“Hi,” You said as you lightly rapped your knuckles against the open door of Andy’s office to grab his attention. His gaze was solely focused on his computer, and his eyebrows were knit together in a concentrated look that you had always found endearing.

When his blue eyes pulled away from his computer and landed on you, a smile found its way on his face. “Hi.”

You walked over to him, and he stood up from his desk, opening his arms which you wasted no time going into. As you wrapped your arms around Andy, the flooding sense of comfort that you felt made you sigh in contentment. Being in his arms always felt like being home.

“The reservation has been changed to nine,” You said, your words slightly muffled due to the way your face was pressed into his chest, but Andy still heard you.

“I’ll be done soon,” He told you, his voice getting lost in your hair.

When you pulled away from the embrace– it was reluctant at first, but then you remembered that there were actually things that needed to get done– you went to sit at the chair that was on the other side of the desk, shrugging your jacket off and placing it on the back of the chair. You nodded your head at Andy’s previous words, knowing that the definition of “soon” that you two had become accustomed to was different than what most people perceived it as.

As Andy went back to working on the case and you mindlessly watched him, a sudden wave of tiredness washed over you. Although your own day at work hadn’t been too chaotic, it was still pretty exhausting. A small yawn escaped your lips, and your eyes settled on the small-sized couch in the corner.

Your gaze was still trained on the grey couch when you heard the sound of a drawer opening, and when you looked at Andy, you saw that he was holding out a folded-up throw blanket for you to take. You grabbed it, and the familiar forest green color and softness stood out to you; it was the one you would usually keep in you guys’ living room.

“When did you start keeping this here?” You were already letting the blanket unfold and wrapping it around yourself.

“After the last time you came here and slept on the couch, and my suit jacket was horrible at keeping you warm.”

You smiled at the thoughtfulness behind the gesture. “Goddamnit, I love you.”

“And I love you,” Andy smiled back. “Now go take a quick nap, and I’ll wake you up in fifty minutes when I’m done with this, and we can finally make it to the reservation.”

You easily found comfort on the couch as you had done a few times before when you decided to join Andy during his late work nights. The couch was weirdly cozy, and you never knew if it was because of how tired you were that made it feel so nice or if it genuinely felt that way. Unsurprisingly, it didn’t take long for you to drift off to sleep.

• • •

“Hey,” A soft voice slowly pulled you from the unconscious state you were in. “Honey, wake up.”

You mumbled a slight protest, pulling the blanket draped over you higher so that it shielded your face. Then, you remembered where you were.

You pulled the blanket back down, and when you opened your eyes, you saw Andy’s face; he was kneeling down next to you.

“What time is it?”

He evaded the question and instead said, “I’m sorry.”

“Andy,” You sighed as you sat up from the couch. You felt around for your phone and grabbed it, almost immediately checking the time; 10:03 pm. “Andy.”

“I fucked up,” His voice was quiet, and you pulled your eyes away from your phone and looked at him.

“What happened?” You asked as you tried to rub the remaining sleepiness out of your eyes. Even though you had apparently taken an almost two-hour nap, you still felt extremely tired.

“It was eight, and I wasn’t finished with what I needed for the case, but at that point, I didn’t even care and just wanted to go to dinner with you,” Andy took a seat down next to you on the small couch as he began to launch into his explanation. You watched him with intent eyes. “But, then I saw you sleeping, and you looked so peaceful and tired, and I didn’t wanna wake you. So, I kept working, and I was gonna wake you by eight-thirty, but the time got away from me, and the next thing I knew, it was nine.”

You didn’t say anything in response at first. Instead, you leaned back against the couch, closing your eyes and once again pulling the blanket over your head because there was nothing else you really wanted to do.

“I’m sorry. I know that you really wanted to go to the restaurant tonight.”

You finally decided to say something. “It’s okay.”

You felt the blanket shift, and you opened your eyes to see Andy coming underneath it and pulling some over him– luckily, it was long enough– so that the two of you were cocooned inside of it. “It’s not. You deserve to be mad.”

You considered his words and knew he was right, but you weren’t mad. Honestly, if you were a thousand percent truthful with yourself, you didn’t give a fuck about the dinner and the restaurant. More so, you cared about what it represented, or at least what your mind had warped it into representing.

It had been so long since you and Andy had spent a night together that was solely romantic and didn’t involve the two of you lounging about in your home eating takeout or being completely exhausted from work. You had desperately wanted something that resembled how it used to be between you two before things became so domesticated. For reasons you couldn’t decipher, you wanted a glimpse back into the beginning, almost honeymoon-like, stages of your relationship with him. And it seemed as if it was something that was entirely out of reach at this point.

“But, the night’s not a complete bust.” Andy’s words pulled you out of your scattered thoughts. However, they did nothing but confuse you.  

Before you could ask him what he meant by his statement, he pulled off the blanket that was draped over you both, and it was then that you noticed the set up of Chinese food takeout on Andy’s desk. The food was plated nicely on disposable plates that you were sure were from the office’s break room, and there was even a lit candle in the middle of the desk. You noticed that the candle was the one you had gotten Andy for Christmas with the sole purpose of him having it in his office; apparently, the scent was supposed to be very calming.

Looking at the setup made you finally fully realize that the restaurant and dinner did not matter. In fact, this was far better than being in a fancy restaurant surrounded by other people and trying new food that you probably wouldn’t like anyway. This was much more romantic, and you loved every aspect of it.

It made you feel slightly frustrated at yourself that you had been making such a big deal out of it all in the first place. It wasn’t the restaurant that would make you feel reminded of the early aspects of your relationship. It was simply being with Andy that would, and always did, make you feel that way and more.

You did not know why you were on the verge of tears, but you did know that they were nothing but joyous. You looked over at Andy and noticed that he was staring at you so that he could gauge your reaction to everything. You smiled at him and wrapped your arms around his neck. “This is great. So great. Fuck, I can barely even form words right now.”

A breath of a laugh fell from your lips, and when you pulled back from the embrace, you placed a kiss on his cheek, his beard grazing your chin in a way that you had always loved.

“I’m glad and relieved,” Andy said as the two of you made your way over to his desk. “It’s definitely not high-end restaurant quality, but it is from our favorite place on Bleeker Street.”

You settled in your chair, your mouth watering at the food in front of you. You hadn’t realized how hungry you were until then. “Maybe we’re not meant to go to fancy restaurants anymore. We’re just takeout people now. And I think I’m okay with that.”

Andy’s lips upturned in a small smile. “Me too.”

“Now tell me everything about this godforsaken case,” You said and then took a bite from your egg roll. You always enjoyed hearing about his cases; it was a contrast from the work that you did that you always found refreshing, although most of the cases were more bleak if anything.

As Andy launched into an in-depth telling about what the case was about and the issues arising with it, you looked at him adoringly and listened intently as you both ate your food.

There was no grand dinner, but everything was still romantic, actually even more so. To you and him both, it was still a night to remember.

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