#andy black fluff

[eccentricallygothic]

You get sick but you hate the doctor and his healing remedies so Daddy!Ari Levinson/Andy Barber…

Oh my God?

The man is like an actual parent?

Like, sometimes you have to remind him that he's your Daddy and not your Dad (and get punished for it)!

Whether it is Andy or Ari, both are such naggy old men and so fucking sharp at picking up the smallest of anomalies and differences in your behavior and condition because of their jobs that it is annoying. 

For instance;

One dark eyebrow raises at you when he notices your chatterbox is uncharacteristically quiet today. Because -not that he is complaining or ungrateful- usually your voice runs his old man ears raw. And when you avoid his eyes as you take way more interest in his preparation of breakfast because your baby sloth ass could never, his Daddy antennas are up and steering around in vigilance before you can blink your next. 

You just nuzzle closer into your stuffie and suppress a cough because the pain in your head and nose is nothing compared to what his treatment entails. In your little mind, dealing with this is better than Daddy finding out you're sick. 

The older man puts down the spatula and since his hands are all you let yourself see, it is impossible for you not to notice when he puts them on his hips. You chew on your bottom lip and stare at his belt for a few moments while praying hard that he resumes his work but your Daddy can be just as stubborn as you. 

And when you do look up, his suspicion is making his burly appearance even more intimidating than it already is. You cannot help but gulp. You give him a confused look with a little shrug of your shoulders. Unfortunately for you, the two of you have been over this one too many times. 

“Say something.” The simple command comes out a menacing order because of the baritone quality of his voice and the way his muscular arms cross over his broad chest serves only to make you feel even smaller. He raises an eyebrow. 

You shrug in pretend puzzlement again, eyes looking at him like he is being weird when you are the one giving yourself away. Your voice is one of the first things to change when you are nearing a flu or a similar sickness so after you realized that it is what your Daddy catches on, your great idea was simply not to speak. 

Sadly for you, you can never outsmart your old man. 

“I want you to say something, now.” You dumbly sign him ‘what?’ and completely damn yourself but you're too small and slow to realize it just yet. 

It is painfully obvious, honestly. You are hugging your sickness time teddy that your Daddy jokingly named Mr. Sicky because of how he only gets attention when you're under the weather, your nose is red, your eyes are glazed and your body that curls in on itself on the kitchen island chair looks like it's on the verge of crying like a little baby because of how sensitive you tend to become. 

“Okay, fine” he puts the kitchen towel that was hanging by his shoulder down on the counter and kills the stove before walking around the barrier separating the two of you, big arms reaching to grab a hold of you. “Come here” your eyes widen and though your heavy head pounds from how you jump off your seat, a painful escape is better than meddies and his old man remedies. 

But alas!

Your grizzly of a Daddy is too fast. 

You furiously shake your head and kick your limbs like an agitated hedgehog to try and break free from your cruel captor, still refusing to utter a single syllable and trying to avoid his prying hand so he can't find his way to your throat. 

“Stay still” he deeply grunts, easily holding you up in the air and against his strong chest with an ironhold around your waist all by one arm. 

You growl and bare your teeth like an angry pupper trying to bark at an adult husky. 

“Ughhh—”

“There we go~” the older man drawls out in satisfaction when he locates the damage with the use of his old man methods by feeling for swelling under your jaw and behind your ears. “I knew it.” 

“Let go, meanie!” He hums in triumphant sarcasm when you finally let your nasal voice loose. “Ugh!” You try to crane your head away from him, legs furiously fighting a lost battle. “I don't like you!” 

Your Daddy is so not impressed and completely unbothered. “Too bad.” The sheer lack of effort it takes him to hook your protestant form to his hip as he walks to the sink to fill up a pot with water is in stark contrast to the energy you're putting into your unsuccessful escape. 

“I dun want! I dun want! I dun want!” He doesn't even grunt as he places the pot on the stove and turns it on to boil with his free hand. “NO!” Next he leans over the counter to phone your usual doctor just because he does not like to use medication carelessly.  “This abusive!” You are so tired and sore that you cannot even properly speak but you swear to yourself that you will die before you let him put you in that stupid steam treatment that always suffocates you. 

(You will lose because your brutish bear Daddy will tightly hold you against him under the blanket until the steam forces your blocked pathways open but a brat can dream) 

“Babies are too small to know or decide what's right for them” he is slightly distracted as he softly squints at the dialer like the oldie he is. “Now shush so Daddy can speak to Uncle Steve.” That is, the name of your Doctor who is another meanie because he's besties with your villain of a Daddy. He always has great fun recommending you ewie gargles.

“Nu…” You whisper in despair as your words melt into a cough. All you can do is watch your blurred reflection in one of the fridge doors as you hang sideways, the deep voice of your Daddy filling your ears as he props the phone against his shoulder to take out ingredients for one of the many soups you will be cursed to for the next few days.

You hate soups! 

Especially the sick time ones! 

Daddy always tells you you're being dramatic but he will never be able to fool you! You just know he puts extra ewie healing things -probably recommendations of his be(a)stie!- in them that always make the soups taste so old man recipe-like! You puff your cheeks and glare at the stupid celery stalks that he places upon the chicken container.

You may be sick, but that will not stop you from going to war before your old man can put a spoon of that in your mouth!

[sstan-hoe]

◇ 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐋𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐬 ◇

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — andy barber × fem!wife!reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — Andy bought you new shoes and you love them, you wear them everywhere at any chance you get. The only downside is that after a little while they get uncomfortable…

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — SMUT, p in v (unprotected), mention of edging, light degrading (very light) spanking (like once), idk what else

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — I won't be posting for a little while now, my plan is to finish some fics and have them ready for all of you!! reblog/ comment and follow!

It wasn’t a new thing that Andy carried you around. He always had the excuse “you’re my wife why would you need to walk?”

However, a few weeks ago he gifted you a pair of black Louboutin heels and you adored them.

You would wear them on every occasion, yes, they were painful but who wouldn’t want to look hot? 

Besides, anyone who wants to look beautiful must suffer.

Recently the two of you attended a party with some of Andy’s colleagues. Of course, he knew you would wear the heels, but if he talked against a wall, he would have had better chances.

As Andy rounded the corner, he saw you standing in front of the mirror at the entrance, wearing a black cocktail dress, golden hoops with a matching necklace and the black Louboutin.

He wanted to ask you if you really wanted to wear them, but he already knew the answer.

So instead, he just snaked his arm around your waist pulling you against him and laying his hand softly on your cheek.

He titled your head up giving you a loving kiss on your lips.

Andy’s lips left yours, but you chased after him to capture him in a passionate kiss. While you were concentrating on the kiss, Andy sneaked his hands down your body.

His plan was easy: seduce you, you're horny and want to stay home and prevent you from being in pain.

Andy softly withdraws his lips from yours once again. He kneels down while kissing down your leg. His hands felt soft against your skin as he lifted your leg with his right hand.

The other one slid down to your feet until it reached your shoe.

A small chuckle escaped you as you realized what he was doing, lifting your foot pressing the sole against his forehead like Margot Robbie in Wolf of Wall Street.

“What do you think you're doing?” you asked in a low voice.

��Darlin‘ I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable,” Andy gave you those concerning eyes. “Andy they’re painful but sexy and you gifted them to me, I want to wear them all the time.”

Andy sighed in return, “my love you can wear other heels you know I won’t be mad, and you look sexy in everything you wear,” he stood up cupping your face in his large hands, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“No, I will wear them,” with that you turned around and opened the door stepping into the cool air of the beautiful autumn night.

With a sigh Andy walked after you, this was going to be a long night.

The car came to a stop in front of the bar where you would be meeting Andy’s colleagues. Your man turned to face you, “you can still change your mind darlin’,” he said gently but you shook your head, “no, let’s go, we don’t want to be late,” you said and got out of the car.

Andy stayed back for a moment, his mind running wild as he thought of a way to help you. In the end he could only watch you and make sure you were comfortable. After all you were his stubborn wife who he loved with every cell in his body, he’d do everything for you.

Quickly he walked after you, interlocking your fingers with his as you stepped inside the bar.

Said bar was filled with Andy’s colleagues, some you recognized, others you didn’t - not that you minded as most of them were arrogant assholes.

“Ooh, look at you, you look amazin’,” gushed Marta, the wife of Andy’s assistant. She seemed like a nice woman, but god you didn’t like her. She was always chipper, but it often looked like she was faking it.

“Thank you, you look great too,” you answered with a polite smile while guiding Andy’s hand around your waist and pressing yourself against his side.

Andy smiled to himself as he noticed what you were doing, gladly he tightened his hold on you.

Then Marta began talking, she talked like a waterfall and at some point you needed to escape. “I’m gonna get us some drinks,” you excused yourself and took a deep breath once your back was turned to them.

As you walked towards the counter you could already feel your feet hurting. You hated that Andy was right, but these shoes were too beautiful not to wear.

You hopped onto the bar stool and ordered a juice as well as a beer for Andy. Once you got the drinks and stepped from the chair, you hissed at the burning sensation. There would definitely be blisters by the end of the night.

Giving Andy his beer, he noticed the slight distress on your face. He decided to ignore it for now, knowing you wouldn’t say anything.

The conversation continued for a little while, in the middle you had shifted almost a lot of your weight onto him. Andy didn’t mind, but this only showed him how right he was. However the two of you couldn’t quite leave yet.

You kept your posture up, no one but Andy noticed how much your feet started to hurt.

“Look at this sweet arm candy you got there Barber,” a man said who came to stand next to your husband.

Andy turned his head to the man and glared at him, “my wife, looks beautiful and is not arm candy, Chad,” his tone was harsh.

God, some of these assholes could just go fuck themselves and you’d love to slap the shit out of them.

After another thirty minutes you needed to sit down, you nudged Andy’s arm and gestured to a table to sit on. Not asking questions Andy walked with you towards the table, before you could sit on one of the tables there was an extra step to go.

As you lifted your foot to step up, your knees almost buckled in once your foot hit the parquet. Luckily Andy was there to support you.

He didn’t say a word but you knew what he was thinking, “I’m fine,” you said quickly. “I didn’t say anything,” he countered with a knowing smile.

Both of you finished your drinks and you only hoped Andy didn’t want another beer. Seeing how uncomfortable you were, he did the only right thing.

With a sigh he slipped out of his shoes and pushed them towards you, “come on, take ‘em of darlin’,” he told you. Pouting you slipped them off and handed them to Andy before putting on his - way too big, but comfortable - shoes.

“What will your colleagues think?” you asked concerned, eyes dropping, “I don’t care what they think, I don’t want my wife to feel uncomfortable. Now, let’s get ya home,” standing up in his socks, he held his hand out to you.

“I wasn’t even that uncomfortable,” you argued as you walked out of the bar.

Then almost over the curb and falling into Andy, "okay, darlin'," chuckling he scooped you up into his arms.

He carried you the rest to the car, putting you in the passenger seat and buckling on your seat belt. Kissing the top of your head before giving you the heels and closing the door.

slutty bonus, you whore's

"You're lucky I love carrying you around," he stated as his hand came to rest on your thigh.

"You know, if I didn't know it better I'd say you're disobeying me on purpose…," he growled into the crook of your neck as his hips bucked into you.

"I'm – fuck – sorry!" you have been apologizing for thirty minutes now, being edged three times and you begged Andy wouldn't make it a four. "See, I don't think you're sorry," his tone was almost mean, he mocked you.

"Can feel how tight you are, how you keep squeezing me. I know it turns you on, don't lie to me darlin'," as if you ever could.

You gripped onto the satin sheets, Andy picked his pace up not caring for you – this was a punishment after all.

Not much of a punishment though if you enjoyed it.

"Andy," you rasped, feeling your stomach tighten. You desperately need to live the euphoria.

Complete joy and pleasure building up, "please, please, please," you moaned when he hit that spot.

"Hold it," Andy demanded, railing you, splitting you open. "No, no, I can't!" you cried, shaking your head. Your husband didn't care, he gripped your throat, "yes you can, if you don't…then you won't come at all."

Shutting your eyes, you tried to concentrate on keeping the orgasm inside until Andy allowed you.

He was close himself and already felt his cock twitching, "come, fucking hell," he muttered, rutting into you like a starved man.

You reach the mind-blowing release of endorphins. Clenching to hold onto the feeling until you finally give in and let go. Moans howling through the walls.

Before you could register anything you were turned on your stomach. Ass slapped twice.

"Let's paint that pretty ass of yours, shall we darlin'?"

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[im-jesus]

Remus and Sirius' Christmas Eve after Harry falls asleep waiting for Santa. The kiss didn't come out as strong as I wanted it to, but I still consider it a win.

Harry made the star, and yes, his stuffy is a reindeer, and yes, his slippers are mismatched. The empty frame above Harry is his parents' portrait, but they were visiting someone else for a minute.

this second one's a bit further back so you can see more; I'm shit at photographing this stuff. sorry for the cruddy quality on the farther back images

[cevansbrat0007]

How would aj and Andy feel if his friends call his mom a milf ( gp!reader) aj is in his teens

Summary: You're a wife, a mother, and apparently...a MILF.

Warnings: Fluff, Female Objectification, Mentions of Violence, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: This drabble is part of my Growing Pains Series. All mistakes are my own. Likes, Comments, and Reblogs are appreciated. ___

"Dude! It was just a joke, bro!" The young man sputters as his friend, A.J. Barber, unceremoniously thrusts his gym bag and water bottle into his arms. "I wasn't being serious."

A.J. simply shakes his head as he brushes by his buddy, Max, to open the door before gesturing for him to step outside.

"DUDE!"

"That was my mom, man. My MOM!" The younger Barber huffs, pointing an accusatory finger at Max. "And I don't know how old she is because I'm afraid to ask. I saw my Dad do it one time and it did not go well, okay? But she's not - she's so not a...a..."

A.J. trails off, visibly shuddering as he's unable to finish his sentence. Out of nowhere comes another voice, this one belonging to the Barber family patriarch.

"What's all this commotion about, gentlemen? I can hear you from the kitchen." Andy strides into the foyer, wiping his wet hands on a navy blue dishtowel.

"Nothing." His son grumbles, blowing out a breath as he tries to resist the urge to thrust his friend out the door and slam it shut in his pencil-mustached face. "Max was just leaving."

Andy raises a concerned brow. "Before dinner? But we're making tacos in the wok tonight. Well, your mother is. I'll just be there to supervise."

And by "supervise", he meant hang out in the middle of the kitchen while you cooked so that he could occasionally accost with you kisses. While he thought of it as his own version of moral support, you maintained that he just liked getting in your "fucking way".

Your words, not his.

"He's not hungry." A.J. grunts at the same time as his pal utters the words "I could eat".

"Uh huh." The older man casts them both a suspicious look before crossing his arms over his rather impressive chest. Even in his fifties, Andrew Barber was still easy on the eyes. The budding silver-fox still managed to attract female attention wherever he went, whether he wanted it or not.

But he never paid it any mind, because he was also a happily married man who wore his wedding ring with pride

"Mrs. Barber is a phenomenal cook. My mom can't cook worth shi- I mean crap." Max laughs nervously, his hand going to rub the back of his neck. "She - my mom. Her food is not great, like at all. But, uh, maybe we could eat by the pool like we did last time."

"He's really gotta go, Dad."

"It's okay A.J. - I can stay. Mom's cool with it." Max calmly pats A.J. on his shoulder, trying to ignore the fire burning behind his hazel eyes.

"I mean...I suppose we could do that." Andy responds, a hint of skepticism in his tone. "I wonder if Y/N feels like making her homemade salsa too. I probably oughta ask..." His short, trimmed nails absently go to scratch at his bearded chin that now sported flecks of gray.

For the life of him, he couldn't seem to figure out why his son was turning such a spectacular shade of red. Or what now had him typing so furiously on his phone.

"She definitely should." Max tosses his bag back at Junior as a grin spreads across his smug face. "And you know, they say that a little sunshine does a body good."

"That it does." Andy agrees, noting of the sudden tenseness in his son's shoulders.

"And I know it's true, because the last time I saw Mrs. Barber outside she looked amazing."

Now that stops Andy quick, even as A.J. makes what sounds like a distinct choking noise in the back of throat. But the young man - Max - keeps talking, seemingly unaware of the danger he's just placed himself in.

"I was just telling A.J. here that your wife is definitely a MILF, sir. We talk about it all the time at school. And you can totally tell she works out or whatever, because she doesn't even look like how most Moms look. "

Suddenly, Andy's twitching eye mirrors his son's own.

"Hey, how old is Mrs. Barber now? Like 40?"

Andy clears his throat before casting a withering glare in the direction of his son's friend. "A word to the wise, young man - never ask a woman her age. Especially not if you want to live long enough to see your way through puberty."

A.J. nods along before returning his attention back to his phone.

"Even I don't know how old my wife is, mostly because I'm not stupid enough to ask."

"But then how do you -" Max interrupts, clearly confused by the direction of this conversation.

"If I think I need to know, then I guess. And when I guess, I err on the side of caution. Because I'm smart, and I've come to understand the meaning of the phrase happy wife, happy life."

"Oh."

"However, even without knowing just how many times Mrs. Barber has made the journey around the sun, she's still out of your age bracket. And therefore out of your league." Andy places a hand on Max's bicep, squeezing just hard enough to make the younger man gulp.

"And I would appreciate it if you didn't disrespect my wife and the mother of my son like that ever again. Do we have an understanding, Maximilian Robert Greenwell?"

"Ye-yeah. I mean yes, sir!" He quickly amends when he notices the way the elder Barber's nostrils flare. "Sorry about that. And, um, my bad, A.J."

"I took the liberty of texting your mom. She'll be here any minute." Andy's namesake interjects. "I suggest you wait for her on the front porch."

Without offering up another word, he opens the door and points toward the street. Taking the hint, his friend gathers his things once again and traipses outside. "Guess, I'll just see you at school -" He tries, only to be cut off when the door slams in his face with a satisfying thud.

"You alright, son?"

"Yep." He huffs before flipping the lock.

"You sure?"

"When he wasn't going on and on about Mom, he also threw in how KitCat and Rory were kinda hot, especially for a couple of nerds. But I shut that down fast. But then he just had to go and call Mom a MILF..."

"I understand. I've seen a lot of men do and say plenty of stupid things because of your mother, but Max..."

The two men share a look of quiet understanding. It lasts a full beat before they finally speak again.

"Max is dead to me, father."

"Good man." A.J. smiles when his father affectionately claps him on the shoulder. "We've got to watch out for the women in this house."

"We do. Plus, they'd eat a guy like Max for breakfast. I mean the level of violence I've been subjected to alone - I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy, including him."

"Mhm." Andy wraps a muscled arm around the younger Barber, pulling him close to drop a brief kiss on top of his head. "Believe me when I tell you that your Mom's silverware throwing ability has seriously improved over the years. Shit is scarily accurate now."

A.J. simply nods, choosing to take his father at his word. "Well, now that that's over, is it almost time for dinner? Protecting the women in this house can really take a lot out of you."

The elder man sniffs the air, his nose detecting the delicious aroma of fresh herbs simmering in hot oil.

"I think it is. Smells like your mother's cooking now, which means I need to get in my spot." Andy bestows one last kiss against his boy's temple before playfully pushing him to the side. "Besides, I don't think I've given her a reason to fuss at me yet today. Gotta keep the spark alive somehow, kid."

Throwing his son one last wink, A.J. then watches as his father jogs off in the direction of the kitchen bellowing "here I come, baby girl".

With a sigh, the youngest member of Barber brood turns and begins climbing the stairs, laughing when he hears his lovely mother's annoyed shouts coming from the other side of the house.

His parents were crazy about each other, that much he knew. But the older he got, the more he was beginning to realize that there was a little more to it. They were actually still in love with one another.

And that was cool. Sometimes, it even made him the envy of his friends whose folks were either divorced or barely tolerated each other. He was cool with that too.

Just don't ever call his pretty Mama a MILF. Because that shit right there...that wasn't cool no matter how you spun it.

END

[shininglikeyoursmile]

In the waves of your love , I wish to drown🌊🌊🌊

Pairing: Andy barber x reader

Warning: fluff and implied smut at the very end, no spoilers for defending Jacob.

Word count: around 300

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A/n : I love him .

sorry for any grammatical error . No beta read , all mistakes my own!

Reblogs and feedback are always and most appreciated 🥰🥰🥰 please let me know what you think, dear !❤️

Not that it's a secret that Andy loves you

But he never misses any chance to show you how much

He always have his hand resting on your back , his touch providing a sense of comfort and safety

Always kisses your forehead like morning, evening, noon, night

He hugs you whenever he sees you , before leaving for work, after coming back, when you achieve something, when you smile

He makes you dance with him after you both finish dinner or in the meantime, when you're him make breakfast

When you both go out he does a little slow dance, without any background music , just both of you staring at each other, giggling at silly jokes or appreciating each other in your lives

His favorite move is the one where you rest your head on his shoulder, your back to his chest and both your hands intertwined with his , while he sways you both

Just before your date start he takes both your hands in his, kissing each one softly , while he stares intently. His gaze never falters even when you shy away and just when you scold him with a light chuckle followed by whine of his name he chuckles back at your reaction

He softly cups your face and leans in to kiss your lips softly, stroking your cheek with his thumb and humming in the kiss

He starts with how much he appreciate you, how beautiful you are not only in appearance but as in your personality too

He tells you that your smile is one of his favorite, and that always makes you smile

You both go out for ice cream or any desserts after your date while walking

You both find it comforting when you both talk while walking for a while

You both play silly games after finishing your deserts, finding an odd comfort when the sky turns black

Like hide and seek, catching each other , blindfolding the 9ther while the one laughs and giggles uncontrollably

The date are mostly once a week , you both agreed , but it could be any day if you want to

The only difference is the food and rest is same at home

Your home. Your Andy. And You

He brings you mini toys of Marvel characters, pens, diary , stickers cause he knows how much you like those

You both go shopping like twice a month , and he showers you with anything you ask for

Always holds your hand in public, a gesture you find comforting

And after your trips you both end up on the couch, cuddling, talking about stuff, or on bed with you screaming his name from pleasure....

[the-nation-of-today]

The Andy hair fluff scale. Do you get it

[nom-nommmm1]

What do they do in their free time?

…..

This is what I do…

Anyways but another creation for April fools love u guys <3

Please if u save this photo give me credit for it.

[calibabii21]

|| strawberries n' cream || k.dy

pairing: boyfriend!Doyoung x mom!reader

genre: fluff, v v v minor angst, committed relationship

warning(s): none

wc: 523

author's note: I'm so sorry I couldn't get it to you sooner, but I didn't forget about you!! you deserve recognition and breakfast in bed for the wonderful mother you are so, Andy (@neoculturecollectives) this is for you!🫵🏾 Happy Mother's Day <3

The sound of double octaved giggles paired with the sudden aroma of sweetness wafting into the room causes you to stir in your sleep, "isn't mommy pretty when she sleeps," the soft voices bring a slow smile to your face. "she'll be even prettier when she sees your surprise," your drowsy toddler's failed whispers have you shaking with laughter as you open your eyes to see both your daughter and her father staring at you with sparkling eyes. "good morning baby," you pause "and my baby" you add on giving her a light tickle, "good morning mommy!" she perks with newfound energy.

You take in visual in front of you of the two most important people in your life, "so, what's this I hear about a surprise?" you playfully look at the accusingly and Doyoung smiles down at your daughter, "want to help daddy give mommy her surprise?" to which she of course nods eagerly to before rushing off into the kitchen.

"what's that about?" you ask now impatient to know, "you'll see, just wait right there" he kisses your forehead before following the small child, leaving you with your thoughts. "they are too cute for their own good," you shake your head and chuckle to yourself.

Shortly after Doyoung pops his head back into the room hiding the rest of his body "close your eyes" he demands, which in turn makes you narrow your eyes at him, "please?" he adds with an adorable gummy smile that makes you hide your own as you give in, closing your eyes, "fine." You hear more quick whispers and fight the urge to open your eyes as you feel weight dips in the mattress before all movement ceases, "okay, open."

You open your eyes and release a gasp at the sight of a tray of your favorite breakfast food laid in front of you in the cutest display. "Baby- what is this" you continue admiring the work of art that is several polaroids surrounding a plate of waffles decorated in the words "We Love You" written in whipped cream and strawberries, "Happy Mother's Day!!" your daughter bounced flashing her snaggle-toothed grin at you.

Your eyes well up with tears as you look from her to your boyfriend, "Happy Mother's Day baby, you deserve this and so much more" Doyoung says as he looks into your eyes with so much sincerity and love that your tears fall as you begin feeling the love that had dwindled for yourself returning, and your love for him growing- if that was even possible. "I love you, Do, so much" you choke out to him, his own eyes become glassy as he grabs your hands and places his head on top of yours, "I love you, so. much. more." a kiss is placed on your forehead, nose, and lips with each pause. "AND I LOVE YOU MOST" you're both startled when your daughter launches herself between the both of you, slinging her arms around your necks, "impossible" you chuckle to yourself hugging them back, "how did I get so blessed" you think pulling them into you tighter, "You two are my world."

[buckyshusband0]

「 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐬. 」

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Andy Barber x Male Reader 

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: +18, Major Angst, Fluff, death by illness, depressed Andy, heartbreak, crying, feelings of; grief, pain & regret, yelling, pet names (angel & baby), arguing, after care, scene of consuming alcohol, mature/sad themes.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.6k+ 

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You decide to spend the last moments of your life with your fiancé — Andy Barber — after contracting an illness that gives you only a few days left to live. You didn't leave this planet without leaving something behind for Andy to find.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: I got this idea, watching a show and I cried. Anyways, this has little to no fluff with most angst so I hope you all are ready (I shall not be blamed for any feelings of sadness or pain). Reblogs and comments are appreciated <3

₊˚ˑ༄ؘ  𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐒𝐈𝐓

EYES being stained in pale pink. The sound of echoing beeping machines could be heard around the white frumpish hospital room. Andy’s soft — but also rough — hands held your icy-cold ones. 

His teary stone-cold gaze stayed glued onto your barely breathing body as he squeezed your (s/c) hand tightly. Soft sniffles escaped his body from the number of times he had ended up crying. Andy sat on the warm fabric navy blue chair as he pulled it closer to your bed. 

Sounds of muffled voices — obviously doctors — could be heard from the other side of the wall. “How is our patient?” Dr. Moore, one of the doctors that were caring for you, asked his colleague. Nurse Benett let out a tired sigh before responding back to Dr. Moore. 

“If I’m being honest, there is at least a 5 percent chance of survival, Dr. Moore.” A frown grew over his face and the feeling of sympathy and sorrow grew in his veins. He knew how bad your sickness was. He knew there was no cure. But the last thing he’ll do is try to help you. 

Andy laid a gentle kiss on your hand. 

“Baby, I don’t know if you can hear me... but I need you. I need you to be here with me. You can’t leave me, not like this. I don’t know how I’ll live knowing I couldn’t do anything to help.” 

Before another tear fell on his scarlet face, his words came out as whispers. The sound of the door opening quickly made him sit up. When Nurse Benett enters, she quickly smiles in sympathy at Andy. She’s unable to imagine what he’s going through at this moment. 

“He’ll be okay, Mr. Barber. We are trying everything we can to help your fiancé.” She announced to him. But all Andy could do was nod. He doesn’t need sympathy. What he needs is his fiancé back. His heart felt frozen. His soul dark and empty. That bit of light was hope that you’ll come back to him. That’s all he could do for now.

Hope. 

After Nurse Benett leaves, Andy stands up from the chair that scraps against the tiled floor and mopes his way to the door. His throat felt dry. He needed a coffee. He looked back behind him and stared at your basically numb body. He let out a tired and painful needed sigh. 

Andy could feel unwanted tears brim up to his eyelids again. Before he could cry, he walked out the room and gently closed the wooden door. His blue-eyed gaze set onto the almost depressing hallway before walking away from your room and finding the coffee stand. 

- ✰ ONE YEAR EARLIER ✰ -

The black car door slammed roughly. 

Andy’s blue eyes rolled to the back of his head from annoyance as the tiring thoughts of his job made their way back to his mind. He had a very annoying — also bitchy — client he had to deal with. 

As he stepped out of his black car, his shoes connected with the hard concrete ground as he stood in front of the cafe that was new to town. He needed a refresher. Something to take his mind off the thoughts of strangling the woman who called herself his client. 

A break. 

A much-needed break was all he needed. A break from everything. He entered the cafe and was hit by a wave of a sweet almond and vanilla aroma that entered his nose. Stepping into the — somewhat — crowded line, the barista shouted out next which signaled Andy to step up. He gave a short nod and ordered his coffee for the night. 

The sight of a child screaming at her mama and an elderly arguing with another barista only made the annoyance course through Andy’s veins faster. ‘God, I need to get out of here.’ Finally getting his name called up, and yours also, you took your iced coffee from the hands of the barista and turned around and fuck...

You bumped into an overly handsome man. 

Andy’s face grew a dark shade of red from the fury of someone spilling coffee all over his luxurious matt black suit that caused him a fortune. As his mouth opened to express his anger, his blue rageful eyes softened at the sight of you. 

And in this exact moment, Andy felt all of the anger, envy, annoyance, and hatred wash away as his stone-cold heart transformed into something new. Something he never expected to happen. “I am so sorry, sir! I wasn’t paying attention. I-I can pay-” The tall man cut off your begging pleads and chuckled gently.

“No need for that...” His voice was calm and steady, and a small smile made its way onto his plump pink lips. “I’m Andy, Andy Barber.” You returned the kind smile and introduced yourself. 

Not being sure, you asked if he needed a replacement for his suit. He didn’t. He’s a lawyer for God’s sake. “Well, it was nice meeting you, Andy.” You walked away from him, making your way to the door. And just then, Andy felt his heart shed into the darkness again. 

Now Andy didn’t know you as much as he wanted to. But damn did he miss the way your presence calmed him like he was watching the calm waves of a beach. Andy knew he wanted to see you again. A sigh escaped his lips as he grabbed his coffee and left the cafe.

- ✰ TWO WEEKS LATER ✰ -

Andy stepped out of the tall office building. 

His brown formal shoes marched against the concrete as he walked to his car in a hurry to go home and relax his tensed body. Just then, Andy’s blue-eyed gaze settled onto a similar figure on the road.

The figure was so similar. From the body shape, height, and the way they walked, he knew who the person was. ‘(y/n)...’ Andy felt relieved that fate had somewhat brought you back together. The moment you left the cafe, was the moment Andy had thought he was never going to see you again. He hated the thought of never seeing you again. 

You were walking across the road with your face stuck in your phone like you were searching for something that was so important to you. Andy let out a tiny chuckle and a small smile creep onto his sculpted face before an unwanted feeling ran through his veins. 

Fear...

Without you noticing, a scarlet red car was speeding its way on the road that you were walking across. Andy had thought the car would stop from a distance, but It wasn’t stopping. It was going to hit you. 

Andy's mind was blank. He had no idea what would occur at this very moment. He took the only action he was able to. He pushed you and himself out of the danger by lunging his muscular body onto the road and pushing his feet off the rough concrete pavement.

As a result of pushing you out of the way, his body landed on top of your smaller body. Your eyes wide from shock and the similar man who you had met at the cafe saved your life. “Andy?” Andy’s chest was moving in an up-and-down motion from the adrenaline. 

He couldn’t process any words you were saying to him as of right now. He just needed to know that you were okay. “A-Are you okay?” Andy asked with care and worry. You nodded as Andy helped you stand up onto your own two feet. Just then, Andy noticed a bruise forming its way onto your arm and instantly felt guilty from impacting you so hard. 

A frown painted across Andy’s face. 

“Fuck, I’m sorry...” You gave the man a sympathetic smile. “If it’s okay, you can come over to my house, so I can help fix you up?” Andy’s voice faltered from the nervousness coursing through his body, but you soon accepted his help and entered his black car.

✦ 25 MINS LATER ✦

Sitting on the — rather cold — marble bathroom counter, your (e/c) eyes were locked on how Andy’s huge palms brushed against your smooth skin like it was something so delicate to the human’s touch. 

You could feel Andy’s hands shake and tremble while applying the healing cream. Not from fear... but from nervousness. Andy has been avoiding eye contact with you this whole time as if he would turn into an unbreakable stone. You knew something was on his mind. 

But what? 

Andy’s mind was running back and forth. If the man was being honest with himself, he didn’t know how to act around you. He knew if he had let a word escape his plump pink lips, his words would come out as whispers and stutters. Once he was done adding the healing cream and wrapping an elastic bandage around your arm, he let his sweaty-like palms disconnect from your skin he treated like gold. 

“D-Do you feel better?” Andy whispered a fuck as he caught himself stuttering at the moment. The things you did to him without knowing. You made him feel a feeling he had forgotten the feeling of.

Butterflies... 

Andy’s eyes stayed glued to the floor until he felt a soft finger slim under his chin that was covered in a freshly groomed beard. “What’s wrong, Andy?” You asked in your soft voice which made the man’s knees buckle. He swallowed the growing lump in his throat. 

“(y/n)...” Andy let out a heavy sigh and continued his words. “I-I like you a lot. And I know we barely know each other, but I really do.” Andy knows he loves you. He loves you so fucking much but doesn’t want to scare you away. You gave the blushing man a small smile. 

He returned the smile as you laid your hands gently against his suit collar and pulled him closer to you, slowly connecting your lips with his soft ones. Backing away, you looked at him. “I like you too, Andy.” 

- ✰ SIX MONTHS LATER ✰ -

An empty darkness covered your eyes. 

Andy had laid a soft cloth over your (e/c) eyes because he had a special ‘surprise’ he couldn’t just let you see. His sweaty palm held the steering wheel from the overwhelming feeling of nervousness piercing its way into his body. Andy knew why he was nervous.

Today is the day...

The day that Andy finally takes control into his hands and make you, his forever. “Andy, where are we going?” You let out a sigh after asking your question and all Andy was able to do was let a soft chuckle escape his lips. “You’ll see soon, baby.” 

The car soon came to a stop, and you felt the heavy door open and close, causing the car to tremble slightly from the contact. Soon after, Andy made his way to your side and helped you exit the vehicle.

As he guided you toward the destination, Andy gently took the cloth off of your eyes which let you see the world again. Your vision soon turned to the garden which was covered in flowers and vines with a small table in the middle with wine. The welcoming feeling of butterflies flew in your stomach as you slowly approached the garden. 

“Andy...” 

Andy gave you a small smile that showed his pearly white teeth. He moved the chair back which scraped against the healthy green grass and gestured for you to sit down on the white chair. 

You picked up the cold metal knife and used it to cut your steak as you picked a piece up and took the first bite. Andy watched with cautious eyes hoping it was good. Once you did a satisfied nod, Andy let out a much-needed breath he was holding in for a while now. 

Soon after dinner, Andy let a nervous sigh escape his lips as he got up from his chair and guided you also to stand up. Your eyebrows furrowed from confusion from his action, but soon shock covered your confused expression as you saw Andy get on one knee in front of you and pull out a small black ring box. The box held a princess-cut diamond ring. 

“(y/n), we have been together for six months and during those six months, I felt something I have never felt before. Love... From the day that I saw you in that cafe and you spilled coffee on me, I knew I was going to make you mine one day, and that day is today. So (y/n) (y/l/n), would you do the honor, and marry me, my love?” 

Tears made their way down your eyes as Andy finished his heartwarming speech. You nodded in a rush and let Andy gently put the ring on your finger. He sniffled and picked you up from the ground and connected his lips with yours. “I love you, (y/n) Barber.” 

You let out a laugh at his words. 

“Slow your role cowboy... not a Barber yet.” You gave him another small kiss before both of you made it back to Andy’s house and laying in bed. Your head laid on Andy’s firm chest. 

“Andy?” You questioned. “Yes, my angel.” You looked down at the ring that was planted on your finger before letting the words escape your mouth. “I’m sick, but I promise you it’s nothing bad.” You reassured your fiancé who looked confused and concerned. 

He grabbed your palm in his and looked at you in worry. “Are you sure?” You nodded and he gave you a slow nod before kissing the temple of your forehead and smiling gently. “Goodnight, my love.” 

- ✰ THREE MONTHS LATER ✰ -

The sudden feeling of guilt made its way into you. 

Your fiancé hasn't let you do anything on your own since you told him about your condition. There's something on the top shelf? He will attend. Hungry? He will also be there. It seems like he was slowly isolating you from the world in hopes that it would help you heal.

You felt so guilty knowing Andy was doing the best he can even after all of the unwanted help he gave you. One night, you noticed Andy helping you do the laundry, but you could see something in his eyes. 

Tiredness... 

That was the first moment when you started to feel guilty for his help. He was so exhausted... but he still decided to put you first and help you — once again. You swallowed the lump in your throat knowing what was going to happen and waited until Andy returned. 

Hearing the doorknob turn, your (e/c) eyes connected with the door as you waited for Andy to enter the house. His tall-like figure stepped into the house and soon as his gaze stopped gently on your smaller figure, a smile grew on his face. That smile soon faded from feeling an unwanted urge of uncomfortableness. 

“Baby? Is everything okay?” Andy murmured with concern laced in his voice. A sniffle escaped your nose before you slowly stood up from your seated position. Your vision glanced at the ring on your finger before looking back up and connecting your eyes with Andy’s. 

“Andy... we need to talk.” 

Your words made his eyebrows furrow from confusion, but he let you continue. “Ever since I told you about my illness, you have been so protective and caring... and I really love you for that — I truly do. But this overwhelming feeling of guilt is playing with my mind every time I see that you’re so exhausted even after helping me.” 

Andy brought his bottom pink lip between his lip as he took in your words. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying? Because if it is, I can’t lose you (y/n). You’re all I have left.” His voice trembled. 

“I love you, Andy, I really do, but I can’t be with you anymore.” Tears formed in the brim of your eyes as you looked at Andy’s face turning into a light shade of red. At this moment, Andy felt as if all of his sunlight had been covered with an unwelcoming dark gloomy cloud. 

As you slowly took off your engagement ring and set it down on the wooden table, Andy could only look at you with a hurt expression on his face. Before leaving the house, you stepped up to him and kissed him on the cheek. Andy was limited to standing still. He was frozen. Even if he wanted to move, he was unable to. He desperately wanted to chase after you to get you back, but he was unable to.

A desperate cry left his lips as he laid his fingertips on your engagement ring. He couldn’t believe what happened. How could you think that his love was too much? All he could do was cry. 

  - ✰ TWO DAYS LATER ✰ -

The phone went to voicemail once again. 

Andy sighed and stroked his soft, large palm across his stubbled face after taking the phone away from his ear. After going without sleep for two days in a row, dark eyebags started to appear on his face.

Andy has been calling you for the past hours in hopes of reaching out to you to reconsider your decision. If Andy was being honest, he didn’t know how to live without you. The moment he saw you in the cafe, he knew he was going to be in some type of trouble. 

When he felt the warmth of your body on his, you were like the glimmering light he had never known he was missing. Inhaling deeply, Andy got up from his bed and made the decision to go to you if you weren't going to respond to his calls. He exited the house, put on his coat, got in his black car, and drove away from the house.

His grip tightened on the steering wheel as he drove closer to your modern-like house. Letting out a frustrated sigh, Andy exited the car and approached your doorstep, and laid a knock on the door. 

No answer. 

Shaking his head gently, Andy remembered that he had the spare key to your house and reached into his pocket to get the keys. Once the door was unlocked, he enters the house and calls out your name. “(y/n)?!” Andy yelled out in confusion. Worry starts to enter the blue-eyed man’s veins as he didn’t get a response back, which made him rush up the wooden stairs that led into your bedroom. 

His eyes scan the bedroom door before he notices that the bathroom door is wide open with the light on. As he slowly marches his way into the bathroom, he felt his world stop... your — barely breathing — body laid on the tiled floor and soft whispers left your lips. 

In an instant, Andy was by your side with tears filling his eyes he gently picks you up. “B-Baby? You’re going to be okay, just stay with me... please.” Andy rushed you into the car in worry. 

In order to hurry to the place that would take care of you, he hurried to the driver's side and sped off the curb. All he cared about was making sure you were alright, not worrying about speeding tickets. He held one hand on your thigh in the hope that you would be okay, his palms shaking with panic. “You’re going to be okay...”

 - ✰ BACK TO PRESENT ✰ -

The sound of people talking filled his ears. 

Andy grasped the hot cup of coffee from the stand as he stirred the essentials he loved in his hot drink. As he walked away from the stand, the sight of doctors and nurses rushing in the hallway caught his attention. He soon noticed they were heading towards your room. 

“Please no...” Dread fell through his body as he picked his feet up off of the ground and rushed to the hallway your room was placed in until he was stopped by a couple of nurses dressed in blue. 

“Sir, you can’t enter. There’s a patient that needs to be taken care of quickly.” The nurses held Andy back, but all he could do was let his tears fall. “That’s my fiancé in there... please.” His words came out as whispers as he continued to beg the nurses to let him see you. 

But they didn’t listen...

A few minutes later, Dr. Moore and a few other doctors walked out of the room with saddened expressions. Andy quickly stood up and looked at the doctor with pleading eyes. “I’m sorry, Mr. Barber... your fiancé has passed.” Dr. Moore grieved for Andy — Truly. 

Just like that, Andy felt his heart freeze like stone-cold ice and shatter into a million pieces. A loud sob left his lips as he fell onto his knees and his face turned into a scarlet red from the wretched tears that escaped his eyes freely like a bird being uncaged. 

Andy soon gets up from his knees and all he could feel was anger, guilt, and sorrow. He pushed Dr. Moore against the wall in anger and his eyes held a furious emotion. “Why didn’t you save him!” 

“...Why?” He now whispered. 

Dr. Moore frowned and shook his head slowly after being put down by Andy. “I’m truly sorry, Mr. Barber. I tried everything I could.” He muttered with his lips pursed. Your lifeless body was lying on the bed when Andy entered the room. His lips began to sob once more.

“I will always love you, my sweet angel.” Andy cried as he laid a gentle soft kiss against your forehead and stood back up to his full height. Soon, the blue-eyed man left the room... never looking back. You were gone. His only ray of sunshine was gone. Now he has no one. 

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[fangirl94stuff]

Andy Biersack (Black Veil Brides)

Y/N

Have you ever woken up one day and an old memory hits you like a tonne of bricks? That happened to you today. You woke up before your alarm which was rare, but when you reached for your phone something flashed in your mind about a time you'd like to forget and a person you hadn't thought about in over eight months.

FLASHBACK

'ANDY! LOOK AT ME, WE DON'T TALK ANYMORE!!' you shout at the top of your lungs, making your boyfriend stop in his tracks with his back still to you.

'Why would I talk to you y/n?' Andy sneers, 'You don't understand anything about my music anymore, Black Veil Brides are going to be big and I need to make some changes.'

'What are you going on about Andy?' you ask, scared at what he meant by changes.

You and Andy had been together since the start of high school, you loved and supported him, but you were complete opposites. Andy liked the colour black and you liked colour, it made your relationship stronger. Since the band's debut album Andy had changed, staying out late getting drunk and you didn't like what he was becoming. You refused to change to appease him.

Andy finally faces you, his expression cold, 'We're over y/n. I need to move on and you're keeping me in the past. Pack your things and get out of my apartment.'

END OF FLASHBACK

Andy threw away years of happy memories, his ego turning him into a monster. He left the apartment and you packed your belongings and crashed on a friend's sofa. You were broken, and it had taken you months to get over him, though you'd never fully forget your first love.

You managed to get your design company up and running and had done a few commissions for band merch. You were finishing up a design for Escape The Fate when someone knocks on your front door.

Not expecting anyone, you get up and instead of looking through the peephole like normal you simply open the front door.

'Hello, how can--' you stop mid-sentence, freezing on the spot, eyes wide at who stood in front of you.

This couldn't be the same Andy from your flashback, that Andy was cold and emotionless, while this Andy looked dishevelled and had red puffy eyes from crying. You could still get lost in his blue eyes, which used to twinkle but now looked dead.

'Err y/n, I know I have no right to come here after what I did, but do you think we can talk?' he mumbles, his usual confidence gone.

Your mind screamed at you to slam the door in his face, but your heart yearned to hear him out. If you didn't like what he had to say then you could ask him to leave. Maybe you could finally get answers to all your unanswered questions.

You nod and step aside, 'You can come in, but I'm working so not for long.'

Andy walks into your apartment trying to avoid eye contact with you while you take a deep breath and close the door behind him. He stops at the end of the hallway before entering the lounge and motions to a framed photograph on the wall.

'You kept that?' he asks, astonished, 'I assumed you'd thrown it away.'

He was referring to a black and white photograph he'd taken of you just before going to a graduation party with him, which he'd had blown up and framed because he said you were beautiful and wanted to capture your beauty on camera. You weren't looking at the camera, you were smiling and laughing at what someone said to your left while playing with the hem of your white lace dress. It was one of your favourite photos and memories.

'I liked it, reminded me of the good old days, now talk Biersack,' you say a little blunt.

Andy shuffles into the lounge and sits down on the sofa, 'nice design,' he mutters, pointing at your laptop.

You nod and sit down next to him, closing the lid of the laptop not letting him get distracted anymore, 'if you're not going to speak then let me. Do you know how broken I was? How I sunk into depression over analysing every part of our relationship and how you must have been right about me being the problem. I was a wreck Andy and only in the last couple of months have I gotten my life back on track, realising one day I wasn't the problem you were.'

Andy's lip quivers but he stops himself from crying again, 'I have no excuses y/n, I was the problem. You were right about me becoming a monster, I was blinded by the sudden success and let people around me fuel my ego and fill my head with thoughts of being better off without you. But those people aren't in my life anymore.'

Your heart and mind were at each other's throats right now, you wanted to both hug him and slap him.

You roll your eyes, 'did you come here thinking a simple explanation would win me back Andy? Did you think I'd forgive you and beg to get back together again? The distance between us has made me a stronger person.'

Andy's eyes widen in shock and he grabs your hands in his shaking his head, 'If anything I should be the one begging you. The explanation was simple and I never thought you'd forgive me. Yes, a part of me thought there was a chance of reconciliation and I hate and admire at the same time how much you've grown. You might not need me anymore y/n but I still need you.'

This was the most honest and vulnerable you'd ever seen Andy, his frantic state reminded you of your depression since here he was overthinking everything. This Andy reminded you of the scared and slightly intimidated boy who didn't think his voice was good enough to be a lead singer, but you'd encouraged him to go for his dreams.

You pull your hands out of his and stand up so that you were staring down at him, 'we can't make this work Andy. I'm not going to let you back in to hurt me down the line.'

Andy bites his lip and bows his head in defeat, 'I'm not asking to go back to what we were y/n, I'm asking you to give me a second chance to start from scratch. Turn over a new leaf for both of us to move forwards.'

You tilt your head to the side a little confused, 'what do you mean?'

Andy gets up and stretches out one hand, 'Hi I'm Andrew Dennis Biersack, and you are?'

You stare at his hand, torn at what to do. He was putting the ball in your court. If you were going to do this, then you weren't going to make things easy on him.

You shake his hand, 'I'm y/n y/l/n, don't make me regret this.'

Andy's eyes come back to life and the twinkle you remembered seems to return, the twinkle that made your heart skip a beat, 'a blank slate y/n, and you won't regret this.'

Well, this wasn't how you expected your day to go when you woke up. This was going to be a long journey, but fingers crossed that the two of you came out the other end unscathed and in a relationship stronger than your last.

[sstan-hoe]

🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must pick one CE fictional babe and share a hoe thought including the prompts: tears + “Promise I’ll make it all better.” 😏 Go on and spread those shameless hoe vibes and your legs 😘❤️

oh, oh, oh...this is not gonna end well...😏😏 I can't betray my husband... Imagine he's fucking you, good and hard...not stopping, but oh you're crying! Oh, how guilty he feels...

pairing — andy barber x fem!reader

warnings — I have no idea if this makes sense

note — look at @stargazingfangirl18 spreading some much needed hoe vibes 😌😌 she knows how to get you going! reblogs/comments are appreciated :) short but filthy I hope

His hands gripped your hips as he moved them over his cock, you held onto his shoulders. Your head fell back as hit your cervix hard, even rolling his own hips up too meet your thrusts.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Andy was slowly, but surly losing control. Right hand moving up to the back of your head, tucking harshly on your roots.

You groaned loudly, tears beginning to sting in your eyes. Andy closed his mouth around your throat, sucking on your sensitive skin.

“Oh, honey…, that’s it,” he whispered against your neck, bucking his hips up in a harsh thrust. God, he loved feeling you clench around him, hitting your sweet little spot and bruising your skin with his hands, mouth, everything.

Andy slides his hand from your waist to your clit, rubbing hard circles, causing a pornographic moan to slip past your lips.

“Fuck, Andy,” you cried, tears now fully streaming down your cheeks and catching your man’s attention.

“Honey…tears? I’m sorry, let me make it up to you,” Andy gently stroked your cheek and laid you back on the bed.

“Promise I’ll make it all better,” his hands moved to your centre, caressing your skin. Then he latched his mouth onto your cunt, devouring every drop.

It felt good, better than his cock splitting his open — okay his cock always felt good, but with his tongue Andy was a lot more sensitive. You enjoyed it, couldn’t suppress the whimpers and moans slipping from your tongue.

[cevansbrat0007]

Okay!! What if reader took this and sent it to Andy? It’s obvi Bebe and Koko! Andy would be so sad😂

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CmPrl-5JTKe/?igshid=NTdlMDg3MTY=

Baby Blush

Summary: You send Andy an adorable video of your girls and their playground crush, which sends his blood pressure through the roof.

Warnings: Fluff, Girl!Dad Andy Barber, Mentions of Pregnancy, Allusions to Smut, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated. All mistakes are my own. My sleeping pills have kicked in. I'll do more edits after I wake up.

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"Hey, baby." You smile into the phone as you watch your little BiBi chase her younger sister around the playground. "How are -?"

"Who the fuck was that?" Andy interrupts as he shuffles what sounds like papers in his office.

"Who?" You ask, pretending to be confused about the source of your husband's displeasure.

"That delinquent - the one who was making eyes at both my daughters." KitCat blows you a kiss which you pretend to catch, all the while trying not to laugh. Because you knew exactly who your man was talking about.

Just like you knew that sending him that adorable video would more than likely cause a spike in his blood pressure.

"Oh! You mean the cutie pie?" You chirp into the receiver, taking a sip of your cinnamon spice tea. "Wasn't that just the sweetest thing? And their little blushes..."

"No." Comes his stubborn grunt. "My girls are too young to blush. Especially over some player fresh out of the sandbox."

Tossing your book aside, your hand goes to rest on the swell of your pregnant belly. You listen patiently to your husband as he continues to rant while you keep a mindful eye on your babies as they take turns going down the slide.

"- And like I keep telling you, baby girl, these boys are only after one motherfucking thing! They emerge from the womb with the urge to seek and destroy."

"I know that's what you keep saying. But I would like to point out that he's also only six-years-old, my love." At this point, you can practically hear your Andy Bear raking an agitated hand through his hair.

"So what? I don't care if the kid just got out of diapers, I'm not gonna let some sticky-fingered casanova corrupt my little princesses. Ain't gonna happen." He hisses as he rifles through his desk drawers for something. You secretly hope it's that tube of lavender essential oil you'd accidentally left behind in one of the compartments during his last office get-together.

Shit calmed him down. And it was seriously beginning to sound like he could use a good whiff.

"Well, Andrew, I just spoke with his parents about getting together for a playdate. Turns out, Romeo has a little brother right around Katrina's age so --"

You're interrupted once again with more inane blustering from the love of your life and father of your two, soon to be four, children.

"His name is Romeo? As in 'oh, where for art thou'? And what the hell's his brother's name? Othello? Just no, Y/N."

Blowing out a breath, you decide that there is no point in trying to explain the differences between the two Shakespearean tragedies. Over the years you'd learned that he would eventually tire himself out all on his own.

"Actually, it's Luca. But okay, Big Man."

"Hmph! You keep forgetting that as the head of this household, it's my job to protect my girls, all five of you, from outside threats." You hear what sounds like something being slammed on his desk. Perhaps a paper weight. "And anything with a - a dangling participle is a threat, prepubescent or not."

"Uh huh. You got your oils, honey?" You look down at your nails as you internally try to justify the need for a new manicure. "I'm just curious."

"If I snort any harder, it'll be lodged halfway up my left nostril." He grouses, followed by an exaggerated sniff.

If you looked up the definition of that word in the dictionary, all you would find was a picture of your handsome man's face.

"Very good." With a sigh, you pull the phone away from your ear to check the time. Another thirty minutes and you'd be ready to head home. "You know, since you're the, uh, man of the house, how would you feel about philly cheesesteak sandwiches and fries for dinner tonight?"

"Sounds delicious. But back to this Romeo character --"

"We're meeting Romeo and his family for a playground and coffee date this Sunday at 2:00pm. And before you ask, the answer is no. No weapons, no interrogations, and no threats of jail time or anything involving any other potentially serious legal ramifications."

Had you covered everything? Maybe. Maybe not. Andrew Barber could be a lot sometimes.

"Y/N, sweetheart, I am in charge here." Andy growls, not liking any of what you just said. "And that means -"

"It means would you like waffle or sweet potato fries?" A beat goes by, letting you know that you've got him thinking.

"Waffle." Comes the quiet, bordering on sullen, huff.

"Excellent choice, sir. And speaking of choices, we'll need to leave the house by 1:30 if we're going to be on time for coffee." Standing, you begin to collect your things before attempting to wrangle the girls. "I've gotta hop off and grab the ladies, Big Man. I'll see you at home, but I also feel the need to warn you..."

"Warn me about what?" He growls, not even bothering to hide the fact that he's pouting on the other end of the phone. All six-foot-something feet of him.

"That I've already prepared my closing arguments, just in case you want to go another round about this. And I'm gonna win, with or without a jury."

"Oh, is that so?" Andy snorts.

"It is. Especially if you want me to do that thing you like tonight, or any other night for that matter."

"You talkin' about the thing you do when you wear..?" His voice trails off as his thoughts begin to drift in a different, much naughtier direction.

"Yep. C'mon babies. We've gotta go make something yummy for Daddy for dinner!"

Another beat of silence.

"So...2:00pm on Sunday. Fine." He mutters with a resigned sigh. "But I'm not gonna smile for any of it." You can practically hear the wheels turning in that beautiful mind of his. "And you're wearing the outfit tonight, complete with the heels."

"You've got yourself a deal, Big Man."

END

[awesomerextyphoon]

Andy finally made his move! What will happen between her and Steve?

His Business

Pairing: Andy Barber x Nanny!Black Reader

Words: 3,287

Summary: Andy confronts reader about her situation with Steve

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Explicit content, cursing, spanking, use of restraint, spanking, oral f, aftercare, some fluff

A/N: This is the second installment of the Nanny AU, I’m loving the love from everyone and I am so looking forward to how everyone will love this addition. If you have any requests like me. Like, reblog, and comment if you want. I hope everyone likes it!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Previous/Next

To the average person, spending time with a bunch of overactive children would have sent anyone to pop an aspirin at the first hour. But not you, the enjoyment of both of these little humans was something that you always enjoyed. The playroom was laden with bowl after bowl of potential slime that you were helping Jake and Sophia conjure up.

“Sophie! Just because it has glitter in it does not mean you can eat it,” you took the glue bottle from her hands and replaced it with a mixing spoon. She huffed in defeat as you squeezed the bottle and added the next ingredients.

“But it’s so prettifuls! Don’t pretty things deserve to be eaten?” She was surely going to be the entire death of you yet, she made your entire heart smile. You heard a snicker coming over from jake as she had already finished a bowl. Sophie put her hands to her hips, looking over at her brother in annoyance, “what’s so funny Jakie?”

He kept kneading his slime as it began to form, “You can’t eat everything that’s pretty, dork!” Sophie grabbed a popsicle stick, throwing it square at his head, “Hey! What ya do that for?! I’m telling dad,” Of course she didn’t care because her next action was her blowing a very wet and spit-filled raspberry.

You knew you had to break up this exchange before it got too heated. While Jake had his mother’s calm nature, Sophie took in all of Andy’s fire and it was so cute to see. But the little miss could also resort to violence in a second, “Hey little lady, we do not throw things at people.”

She huffed again, crossing her arms with her signature pout, “But he called me a dork! So, he gets a stick to the head,” you couldn’t help but smile as you shook your head at her logic.

You got in between the both of them because these two could go all day, “That still doesn’t mean you get to throw sticks at your brother, miss feisty,” you turned to look at Jake, “and you mister, you don’t get to call your sister a dork just because she wants to eat pretty things.” Bringing them both on both sides of your lap, “Now apologize or no dino nuggies,” which was a lie cause you could never deny them dino nuggies.

They both huffed before giving their apologies and afterward you all finished the slime making. Clean up was seamless and you let them have some screen time as you made their lunch as you watched over them constantly. You received a notification from your phone, picking it up from the counter. Steve always kept up with you during the day so it wasn’t new that he would be messaging you.

Hi gorgeous :) surviving the little tykes?

Barely :P How’s it going over there?

I can’t get enough of these kids honestly, Tony Jr. is like his dad in every way. Morgan keeps finding new things to play with. I’m never not entertained.

Lol well, I’m up to my neck in dino nuggies right now and Sophie thinks pretty things should be eaten.

Well, she’s not wrong ya know.

She tried to eat glue!

Okay, that part she’s wrong in. But you’re the prettiest dame I ever saw and I eat you >:)

Oh yeah? And how do I taste, Mr. Rogers?

Like heaven doll… We could come visit and I can show you how good you taste?

Dirty boy! We can’t do that with the kids around.

Can’t knock a man for trying. But the kids do want to come over. They haven’t seen their friends in a while. Think that would be okay?

I don’t see a problem with it and Mr. Barber has already said you all are more than welcome to visit. Plus it gives me time to ogle at you while the kids play.

That’s all the motivation I need. See you in a bit.

Although work went easily today for Andy, he was still on edge from seeing you and steve the other day. He wouldn’t deny that he was angry from the surprising PDA and he thought that you would tell him if you were talking to him. For the life of him, he didn’t even see what you saw in Steve.

Now that part he was lying to himself about that and he knew it. Even if he shamelessly stroked himself to an orgasm at the thought of you being used by Steve, he still didn’t care for him touch you let alone openly kissing you on the cheek.

He was met with screams and laughter from more than two kids when he opened the door to his home. Having the Stark children over never bothered him in the slightest. If anything they saw Andy as an honorary uncle most of the time.

What made the blood rise in him was the fact that Steve was there, innocently, of course, watching the children play while being seated by you. That was his spot and he wanted him gone. But he couldn’t tear the kids away from their friends.

So, the most reasonable option would to be friendly and set his own selfish emotions aside. The kids saw the door open and they all automatically ran over to Andy, punching the air out of him as they all tried to grab and hug him. “Oof! I’m being attacked by a bunch of cuties. How’s it going, guys?” His arms were long and big enough to wrap around the group of kids as they all began talking at once.

“So fun daddy! We all played hide and seek ad then Jr. showed us his mom’s pretty helmet,” exclaimed Sophie as she clung to his leg. She always looked at Andy with so much adoration that he knew he would never get tired of that look.

“Yeah, Mr. Barber I may have found it in dad’s secret room or something,” he smirked knowing that he was always watching everything that his dad did.

Steve looked over to Junior, shaking his head, “You are like the most stealthy kid ever, might even give miss Morgan a run for her money.”

Morgan huffed, poking her chest out, “He will never beat me in sneaking Mr. Rogers!” she pulled out a small remote that looked really high-tech, “See! bet you never seen this before Junior!” she stuck her tongue out as Steve walked up to the group taking both items from them.

“Now what would your parents think about you going into their stuff?” He asked as he quirked his eyebrows at the both of them. The kids giggle as Junior gave Steve an amused looked.

“That you suck at your job!” That made Andy clutch his chest in laughter cause boy he did not like Steve. But it was only based on jealousy. Still didn’t matter that Tony Jr. was a comedian just like his father.

Steve picked up the small boy raising him in the air as he tickled him incessantly, “Oh yeah big guy? Want me to tell em that you were being a little thief again?” He said during his tickling attack. The boy had no choice but to surrender.

“Okay! Okay! You win Mr. Rogers! You know how to break a person down, don’t you?” You let out a stifled giggle because boy was he right. Both men heard you as they looked over at you. Steve had a smirk plastered on his face cause he knew how to break you down in more ways than one. Andy was annoyed cause he knew what that laugh meant in a way. It only made him not like Steve more.

The night had crept on everyone as you bid good night to Steve and the kids. You two embraced a little too long for Andy’s liking so he retreated to his office to start some work. Even though it was summer break, the kids still had bedtimes and you made sure that they didn’t deviate from it. As you finished your second story of the night for Jake, he was already asleep.

You turned off the main light and flicked his night light on as you left the room quietly.

You started your journey to your own bedroom, passing Andy’s office that had the door ajar. He saw you pass as he called over to you, “Y/N? Could you come in here for a minute?” You thought nothing of it because being in Andy’s office wasn’t something that was foreign. You stepped in and stood at the edge of his desk wondering what he could have wanted.

He looked over at your looking up with a softened look, judging by the glass next to him, he had been drinking, “You can close the door and sit. I just wanted to talk to you about something,” you proceeded to follow his instructions as he grabbed another glass for you to pour a drink for you. He knew exactly what you liked because even though he was your boss, you two did share friendly moments.

You grabbed the glass and pushed the rim to your lips as you took a small sip. Placing the cup back down you could see that Andy sat back down in his seat, “What is it that you wanted to talk about Mr. Barber?”

He gave you small smile as she took another sip, not taking his eyes off of you as you felt the heat in his gaze, “You don’t have to call me Mr. Barber when we’re alone,” you looked up at him as he swung around to look directly at you. He wanted to have the conversation the right way and not offend you but he could no longer hold it in, “So, you and Steve are a thing?” You started to choke on your drink as soon as you took another sip.

You started to cough slightly as you looked up at Andy, his look still soft, “Um, I’m not sure if you should know that Andy.” It wasn’t like you kept secrets from him but this was your personal life which he had no jurisdiction over. He didn’t look offended but you wanted to know the reason behind his question, “Why would you want to know about me and Steve?”

He leaned back in his chair, his gaze staying on you, “I saw you two the other day when you thought I left the house,” you remembered that day well. You had retreated back into the house after seeing Steve and being startled to see Andy in regular clothes. He didn’t seem like he had seen anything. Actually, he was being extra friendly to you that day and you just thought he was in a really good mood.

You took another sip nervously, feeling the effects of the drink. It was embarrassing that you were such a lightweight, but you felt more open and vulnerable in this state. You leaned a little closer giving him a questioning look, “Why didn’t you say anything, Andy? We could have talked about it that day.” He knew you were right but it didn’t change the fact that you chose Steve over him. He wanted you and having Steve touch the person he wanted to be his was infuriating.

But he knew that he had no right to your business, that was a fact. He just wanted you to be his business, “I didn’t want to scare you off or think I was invading your privacy. Plus, I didn’t like his hands on you,” you could appreciate him not being in your business but what took you for surprise was that he didn’t like Steve’s hands on you. Did… Did Andy like you? It couldn’t be.

You felt comfortable once he was so open in how he felt, “Did you think he was going to hurt me? Why don’t you like him or his hands on me rather.” He stood up from his seat, walking over to you, he lowered himself to your eye level.

This was the closest you two have ever been and the tension between you two could be felt. He looked at you with longing as you could smell the faint smell of liquor on his breath, “Because it should be me.” You couldn’t grasp what he was saying to you. Part of you was relieved but the other part angry because it took another man’s hands to be on you for him to notice you. Your annoyance took over.

You stood up from your seat, looking at him with disdain, “I have worked for you for over a year and now you notice me when you see Steve and me? You’ve got some nerve Andy!” your voice raising just enough for you two to hear. His eyes darkened as soon as you began to raise your voice.

He stood up, closing the space between you two. His height easily towering over yours as he lowered his face to yours barely sweeping his lips over yours, “I would lower that tone if I were you…” God you wanted to kiss him, but you had a point to prove. You wrapped your fingers around his tie, lightly tugging at the silk material.

The liquor coursing through your veins was causing all the boldness and courage to be front and center, “Or what Andy? Gonna punish me for something you should have done a long time ago?” You felt the contact of his fingers at the back of your neck, him squeezing tightly, causing your slick to pool. This is what you wanted, to be close to him in this way. At that moment, Steve was far from your mind.

His chest rumbled with a small chuckle as he licked the front of his teeth, his jaw clenching, “Watch yourself, sweetheart, I’ll give you just what you’re looking for. Bet he doesn’t tame that fucking brat that I see right now,” how right he was. Even though you two had amazing sex, you never let this side of you out and Andy knew just how to do it.

You wanted to challenge him, make him mad enough to wreck you even. The smile that crept on your face signaled that you were up to no good, “No, but he fucks me so go-,” before you could finish, he growled, turning you over as he bent you over the desk.

You tried to get up but were met with the strength of his hand, “Stay the fuck there. Wanna act like a brat, I’ll definitely treat you like one.” He undid his tie, quickly wrapping it around your wrists as he restrained them behind you.

“Thought it was smart to tell me about another man fucking you, sweetheart? You definitely fucked up.” The air felt cold on your skin as he pulled your leggings down to show only the pretty pair of lavender panties that you wore.

He could see that you were already soaked, bringing his hand over your bottom rubbing the smooth skin, “Look at that, already soaked and I haven’t even touched you yet,” whimpering at being so exposed, only made you wetter as you were finally on display for him.

He probed two fingers to your full lips, “open,” you quickly obey as they slid past your tongue, hitting the back of your throat. He grunted at how little of a gag reflex you had, “suck while I give you just what you want. Make a sound and I’ll stuff that bratty little mouth with something else.”

The sound of how authoritative his voice was only made you want to obey him more. You didn’t have time to adjust when the first blow came crashing down to your left cheek, the force causing a ripple effect, causing you to choke on his fingers. The second coming to the right cheek, causing the same effect. He did this for two more rounds, rubbing the heated skin. The sting was so deliciously painful and you were sure your slick was coating your thighs.

Once he gave 4 more rounds of harsh spanking, you were drooling around his thick digits, strings of your slick pooling from your panties. The tears streamed from your eyes as Andy marveled at his work, “Looks like you won’t be sitting comfortably for a few days sweetheart. Think you learned your lesson not to fuck with me?”

He pulled his fingers from your lips as you collapsed against the desk. Low broken sobs filled his ears as he saw your tears fall to the surface. He knew that he went a little too hard but a lesson was a lesson. He bent down, light grasping both cheeks in his hands as he kissed all over your skin. You gasp at how soft his lips felt, mindlessly pushing against his face.

He looked at how spent you were as he could smell and see how wet you were. Andy would be a fool to not taste you and it was on his mind the entire day. Pulling the soaked material to the side, he wanted to reward you for being so good. Kissing your stinging skin softly, “May I?” Seeing your hole clench and drip would have been permission enough, but he needed your words.

“Uh-huh,” was all you could utter out. You were in such painful bliss that you would have let him do anything. He softly kissed your skin again, lightly gripping your cheek.

“Words sweetheart, wanna make you feel good for doing so well for me,” His hands still rubbing your skin softly.

“Please, Andy. I need it,” a whimper falling from your lips quickly turned into a satisfied gasp as you felt his lips wrap around your clit sucking softly. He moaned at how good you tasted, licking a few stripes before dipping his tongue in your clenching hole, strumming his thumb over your bundle of nerves. You made sure to keep your sounds low as he fucked you with his tongue and eating you like you were the last meal he would ever have.

Andy pushed your legs further apart as he dove deeper between your legs as you started to tremble from your impending orgasm. He could feel you tightening around his tongue replacing it with his thick fingers, slapping his mouth over your clit to begin to work you over gloriously.

Finding your spongy spot wasn’t hard as he pressed and rubbed over it, hearing the sweet sounds coming from your lips. He sucked as his tongue flicked in a quick pace as your crash and gush all over his tongue, wetting his beard.

He drank every drop from you hungrily as you rode out your high in his mouth. His tongue swept every fold and part of you until he had his fill. Standing up, he released your wrists from the restraint as he pulled your leggings back up. Bringing you into his arms he pressed you securely against your chest before pulling back.

He pressed his lips to yours, letting you feel the softness of his lips as you reciprocated the same to his, “You were so good for me, sweetheart,” He pulled back to look at you, “Was that too much?” He was more concerned that he had hurt you.

You leaned back up kissing and lightly tugging on his lips as he pulled you closed to drink in more of you, breaking the seal you looked up at him, “No, I wanted it… So bad. I’ve wanted you for so long,” He hummed in relief as he kept you wrapped in his arms for as long as you wanted to stay there.

[mangostarjam]

one night (fruit) stand — bnha, todoroki shouto x gn!reader, fluff, "love" as a pet name, fruit puns sorry, pro heroes, aged up, no quirks mentioned for reader, 2.2k words

written for andie's pretty boy summer collab!

"This is for you."

The low, measured tone is a welcome respite from the joyful chaos of the farmer's market, but you balk as you look up from a basket of oranges — straight into the eyes of your one night stand.

"Wait," you say. Your brow wrinkles. The man — tall, ridiculously handsome, way out of your league — merely blinks his dichromatic eyes and lowers his hand slightly. He sets the cold can of milk tea on the table and reaches up to tilt his bucket hat a little further up his head, revealing a shock of red and white hair that looks vaguely familiar. But that's not the only thing — "You have the same bucket hat as one of our regulars. But he said it was exclusive."

"I do have the hat," the hottest guy in the world says. "I'm Todoroki Shouto. Do you remember me?"

You feel the flush burn in your cheeks and up the back of your neck as hazy memories from last night leap unbidden to your mind. There was the warm buzz of alcohol in your veins — the intimate, cozy izakaya — a flash of a charming smile and mesmerizing dichromatic eyes — your quietly giddy giggling as you twined your arms around a smooth neck to stretch up on tiptoes for a kiss — stumbling into a door, tripping over shoes in the genkan, wrapping your legs around a trim waist as your partner groaned into your mouth —

Of course you fucking remember Todoroki Shouto. That was the best night of your entire life, and he was the cause of it. But why is he standing at your farmer's market stall looking like the world's hottest model for bucket hats?

You left his beautifully rumpled bed this morning way before dawn, yanking your clothes back on and mourning the loss of his strong body curled up around your own, positive you'd never see him again. You know for a fact that he doesn't have your number or any contact info.

But now he's here. At your farmer's market stall. Wearing a disconcertingly familiar bucket hat.

Maybe it's one of those new trends? You don't keep up with heroes and wouldn't recognize their branding if it smacked you in the face, but at the very least you know that when a hero starts rising in the rankings, their merch starts popping up more and more often. The hat looks like it could be one of those — it's a solid black with orange on the inside (that clashes terribly with Shouto's hair, except he still looks unfairly good), a thin line of orange along the edge, and an embroidered… grenade… patch centered in the middle.

Why anyone would walk around wearing a grenade bucket hat, you don't know, but if it's hero merch then it makes more sense. So Shouto must be a fan of this rising hero — a huge fan, to get an exclusive hat like this, but — wait, he's staring at you and gosh, his blue and gray eyes are so gorgeous and when his lips quirk in that little lopsided smile your heart feels dangerously like it'll leap out of your chest.

"I take it you remember me," he says, still in that even tone but with an edge of laughter this time.

Your face heats even more and your hands clench around the basket of oranges. "Sorry, sorry," you clear your throat. "I just… wasn't expecting you."

Shouto nudges the can of milk tea closer to you. "I wanted to see you again," he says carefully. You glance at the can and blink. It's your favorite drink to pick up from vending machines. Did that come up last night?

"And you came here to… give me a drink?"

He nods. A light breeze ruffles the collar of his shirt. His smile tugs a little bit higher on his handsome face.

Well, then. That smile is dangerous.

Shouto waits patiently as you get called to deliver the basket of oranges you're clutching for dear life. He hovers at the side of your stall, looking woefully out of place in his bucket hat and crisp, clean clothes. You can feel a streak of dirt along your cheek and your clothes are all dusty, but every time you glance back at him, he's looking at you steadily and completely unabashedly.

It's embarrassing, but you can't deny the little thrill that shoots to your toes every time you meet his gaze. "Todoroki-san, you really don't need to wait here," you say, slipping back to him during another lull in customers. "Thank you for the milk tea, though! It's my favorite."

Shouto blinks slowly as he observes you. The scrutiny does nothing to help your nerves — it takes two tries to pop the can open, and Shouto looks endlessly amused the whole time. "I would like to wait for you," he says. A pause. You bring the can up to your lips for a sip. "And you may call me Shouto. I appreciated the way you said it last night."

You choke on your drink.

The way you said it last night — gasping into his ear, moaning into his steadily fraying kisses — oh, jeez. "Ah, fuck," you blurt out, eyes widening with horror at the stray flecks of tea you've splattered on his shirt.

"It is alright," Shouto says. He pats at the small spots delicately with his sleeve and then seems to deem it unimportant. You blink as he looks up at you from beneath messy bangs. "Are you feeling… well?"

What a question. What a look. Does he know how lethally attractive he is? You take a very careful sip of your drink. "I'm… sore."

Shouto hums in response and carefully begins rolling up the sleeves of his button up. You watch, mesmerized, as the corded muscles of his forearms and biceps flex with the sure movement. You take a slow sip of your drink with wide eyes as he finishes and sets his hands on his hips. "Let me help."

Jeez, the shoulders on this guy. You can't help staring at the breadth of him as he comes around the table and into your space. A breeze of minty cool air washes over you with the movement and suddenly your brain catches what he's said.

"W-wait, Todoroki-san," you yelp, setting your can down and reaching for him. He continues bending for the large crate by your feet, hefting it up with barely any effort at all, and you're caught standing there holding onto the edge of his shirt. "Todoroki-san, you don't need to help!"

"Call me Shouto," he says. You gape up at him uselessly. "I would not want you to injure yourself because I made you sore."

"I — you — Todoroki-san," you huff, tugging even harder on his shirt. Shouto pouts and moves to bring the crate to the small truck parked behind your stall. You're forced to follow him, wary of accidentally messing up his shirt even more, though you feel a little dazed with his pout etching itself into your brain.

"This goes here?" Shouto asks. You nod wordlessly, still processing the cutest fucking pout you've ever seen on a grown man. "Would you like to hold my hand instead, love?"

Whoa, what?

Shouto sets the crate in place and dusts off his hands before reaching down to very gently detach your death grip on his shirt. You should get your hearing checked. You're clearly hearing things, because the hottest man you've seen in your entire life couldn't have possibly just called you 'love'.

"Love?" you repeat.

Shouto's lithe fingers squeeze around yours briefly. "Would you prefer a different pet name? I recall you mentioning that you liked that one."

You snap your jaw shut. "I… did…" you say slowly. But you said that to your regular, the other bucket hat wearer, the guy who always came wearing a face mask for pollen and dark sunglasses and that exact same bucket hat that you've… never seen anywhere else…

Several things fall into place at once. You stare up at Shouto with slowly mounting horror.

"Todoroki-san, are you… Helpless Produce Guy?"

Shouto laughs. Oh. Oh, you're so stupid. That's the laugh that's plagued your dreams every day for months as you've nursed your silly crush on the worst grocery shopper you've known. "So that is what you call me."

"I've never met someone more hopeless about buying fruit and vegetables," you say blankly. "I remember teaching you how to choose carrots the other day. I can't believe this. I've been teaching you how to pick watermelon for ages and I never knew your name or face. Just that bucket hat."

"Oi, Icyhot," a rough voice suddenly speaks up from behind the two of you, and you spin around to find yourself face to face with a spiky blonde guy who is undoubtedly a hero if the huge, bulky muscles are any indication. He's wearing a face mask and sunglasses, but he's got several reusable tote bags stuffed to the brim with leafy greens and potatoes and apples hanging off his arms.

"If you don't finish flirting with your new partner soon, I'm not gonna teach you how to make my famous curry recipe," the newcomer says. Shouto seems unfazed, simply tugging you closer with your intertwined hands. "Didn'tcha say you wanted to impress 'em?"

"I believe they are impressed," Shouto says evenly, glancing down at you with the ghost of a smile flitting across his lips. "I am helping because they are sore."

It's just the slightest emphasis on "sore", but it makes you itch to kiss that stupidly handsome smug smile off his face. "I'm fine," you say.

"Gross," the other man says decisively. You snort as he spins around and stomps off to look at a particularly enticing basket of celery stalks.

"Sorry, Todoroki-san, I promise I don't call you 'Helpless Produce Guy' that often," you say.

Shouto squeezes your hand. Warmth tingles up your arm and melts your heart into giddy mush. "I don't forgive you." You gape at him. He tugs you a little closer. "I will not forgive you until you agree to call me by my name."

Is he serious? The slight wrinkle in his brow makes you think… yes.

"That's… I don't know if I can," you blush.

Shouto hums. "Then you may call me your 'boyfriend' until I can remind you how to say my name."

Holy moly. This guy.

"Alright, boyfriend," you cannot say it without ducking your head. Almost immediately, his long fingers tip your chin back up. "Are you secretly a five star gourmet chef and you've just been acting like you've never seen a basket of strawberries before?"

Shouto cracks a tiny grin that pierces your heart. "I assure you, the produce help was invaluable. However, I frequent your stall the most because I find you… lovely."

Oh, dear.

"I do not wish for our relationship to remain limited to your stall at the farmer's market," he continues, as if he isn't blowing your mind with every word out of his perfect mouth. "Hence, why I could not help but approach you when I realized we were both at that izakaya last night."

"And you… knew it was me. Even though I didn't have my work apron."

"You were telling your friends about Helpless Produce Guy," Shouto says drily. "I had a feeling I knew the subject — but yes, I would recognize you anywhere."

"Jeez, Shouto," you breathe. Those dichromatic eyes widen a fraction before narrowing as you take a step closer to him. "I didn't realize… where are your sunglasses and mask?"

He pats the front pocket of his button down assuredly. "I am prepared."

You cast a quick glance around. Your coworkers are handling the stall well, and fruits are practically flying off the shelves as Shouto's friend gives a lecture to a captive audience about the importance of fresh fruits and vegetables in a healthy diet. The two of you are tucked out of view, mostly hidden behind the truck.

"And this…" you gesture between the two of you with your free hand. "We're… dating?"

Shouto nods solemnly, but there's a sparkle in his eyes. "Yes, my love. You make my heart beat berry fast."

Your lips twitch before you can help it. "No."

"I think we make a good pear," he says. "I find you very a-peel-ing."

You burst into giggles and Shouto tugs you into his firm chest. The sturdy, steadily increasing heartbeat beneath your ear isn't quite loud enough to drown out your own rapidly leaping pulse.

"If you were a fruit you'd be a fineapple," he says into your ear. You shudder lightly at the low, even tone but snort at his deadpan delivery, soft as it is. "Is this okay? You said once that you liked these puns."

"I do," you nod. "And I'd love to date you. Since you have a peach of my heart."

"Good," he murmurs. You tip your head up to look at him and beam at the gentle blush rising on his cheeks. Shouto leans down to press a careful kiss to your lips, drawing back after a moment with a shaky breath. "I was running out of lines."

"Don't you mean you were running out of limes?" you snicker.

Shouto stares. And then, still with that soft, deadpan tone — "Every day with you will be mangonificent."

[blueberrypancakesworld]

An acidic gentle embrace

Xenomorph x fem!reader

warning : mention of dead, fluff/comfort (as far as this goes with the xenomorph and the film in general), wounds, no use of y/n, the xenomorph is very ooc probably but for a little cute monster you have to sacrifice something

Summary : A short trip it would have been, or so they had thought when they boarded the spaceship just a few minutes ago…and now it was apparently just the four of them on the run from a monster that was out to kill them, or caring?

info : Omg it has stuck with me since i watched the film with a friend anyway have fun with this little something and i was Inspired from THIS post check it out and the blog from @spicybunni :)

ps : The gif is really everything from @crybabyryo

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Death nothing but death would await them if they stayed here even a few moments longer. She knew that, Rain knew that and Andy knew that, they knew it from the moment they heard the hissing, the scratching of the black claws and the watery slime that spread across the floor as the mouths reached for them and the acid threatened to dissolve them.

It wasn't a hunt, it was a death sentence when both sides knew that only the lift that stood between them would mean freedom, the ship would turn on and all they had to do was get back to the hangar…while they had to deal with gravity and non-gravity.

Every time the sirens sounded they heard Rain's calls and the weight that came over them seemed to pull them off the ladder, the pull they needed to get closer and faster threatened to pull them straight back into the arms of this being, this acid-bearing being or Xenomorph as Bishop had told them before all hell broke loose.

,,Just a few more metres! Kay's got the ship ready, we can do this!" Rain shouted from above her as she flung her friend a few metres above her to Andy with a sweep of her arm as gravity was switched off, but now this creature was on her tail and maybe it was space, maybe it was her rapid heartbeat or the pain coursing through her body as she felt herself becoming more and more resigned to the fact that she might not get out of here.

It might be okay if she could carve out time for her friends for her family that she never really had except for the last few hours when they all got closer somehow, ,,Just keep going up, don't worry!" she heard her voice reply back almost automatically, the look she cast upwards telling her that Andy's silent backward glance understood, a no need for understanding when they both knew she wasn't going to make it.

Climbing further feeling the weight of the gun on her back she knew it was the last chance and it was okay so it was the right thing to do, ,,Andy! My weapon….now!" she shouted as she hauled it off her back, caught on the ladder and with another shrill sound the gravity switched off again and with a reasonably well-timed throw the android took her weapon out of the air moments later.

She heard Rain's scream and heard Andy's thanks, but her friend's screams soon joined the creature's hiss and she looked down to see the waves coming closer, ,,Come on! You beasts, here I am!" she screamed at the black creature that slithered towards her and she grabbed the small handgun and fired, knowing that she only had this moment, that her last look up showed her that it had worked, that she could at least buy her friends some time.

But the shots all missed, whether it was her trembling hands or her giving up she didn't know, what she did know was that she aimed her last shot at the ladder as gravity threatened to kick in again, ,,Come on make it quick" she hissed and for a moment she flew around the shaft until with another shrill sound gravity kicked in again and she fell with a scream.

She heard the metallic clang as the ladder scraped to the floor and walls, shattering and soon they would land, probably with a broken neck or worse alive for these creatures.

Closing her eyes just waiting for the moment she heard the hissing screeches of the aliens that seemed to be around her, she braced herself for pain for the end...as the air was forced out of her lungs and she felt the weight of gravity bearing down on her…but pain she did not feel.

Yelping as her hands touched something hard, something that had wrapped itself around her waist and had no intention of letting go, she looked directly into the face of the creature.

It just looked at her with its sharp teeth, a superior smile if you could call it that as she felt the firm tail continue to wrap around her, wrapping around her hips, supporting her legs and resting the spike on her shoulders, she was exactly where it wanted her to be.

The dangerously spiky tail was hard chitin-like and yet it handled its spike with care as the black creature slowly pulled her towards it, she heard her whimper the fear go through her as she just let this simple movement happen, ,,Stay-Stay away" escaped her lips as her hands clawed at its tail which the Xenomorph didn't even seem to notice.

The power in the tail, the power this creature had to kill her, it had used to lift her up with almost a demonstration of what it could do. Showed what it could do to her and still decided to gently hold her as if it owned her and she had no choice.

Instead, she tried to push away as it ran one of its claws over her arm as if it were trying to feel her, ,,Not-please…can-can you understand me?" she dared to ask, wincing as the sharp claws ran over the cut on her arm and the creature let out an almost silent hiss as it looked at the red blood that didn't resemble its own.

As two worlds clashed unequally, a human woman fragile fleshy helplessly wrapped by the perfect creature without feelings seemed not to care about her emotions.

This tongue other than its tail other was so grotesque that it did not match the long enveloping almost protective something, it did not give itself to her words and yet she continued to hold the movements of the muscles or whatever it was that pressed tensely against her body in the pointed tail.

It wouldn't let her go and she realised as if they both knew she could do nothing against the alien and despite the fact that she was inferior to this thing, it still chose to be gentle.

She held her bloodied hand out to the creature, trembling slightly, and saw that it seemed to be sniffing as if it was trying to gather information, ,,This is-is blood in me, you see-see," she said seemed to choke on her stammering voice, aware of the overall irony of the situation and yet seemingly more certain that it would not kill her immediately, not knowing if it understood, instead whimpering in fear as she saw the tongue-like thing.

She couldn't tell if it wanted her blood as she was still waiting for her death to come, if not through the creature then through the wounds and if they weren't fast enough then through the universe which would swallow them all up it was all a big joke from the start and an escape from here would have been too good.

Swore to herself that it would rip her hand to shreds, throwing her to the ground dead…but no instead it seemed to taste her blood the mix of overly watery saliva covering her hand unpleasant but not harmful as the xenomorph used its claw to gently pat her on the head trying to soothe her.

But it was more like someone was almost hitting her on the head it was so strong, ,,Thanks" she just said, and gasped at it as another rumble and beep went through the spaceship in all this she had almost forgotten what was happening around her and the creature seemed to have forgotten too as it hissed and pulled her closer but still not killing her.

She didn't know what it wanted and screamed in fear again as the alien moved quickly on all fours and began to crawl around, pulling her with it but not once did she hit the floor or the walls in the opposite direction, the Xenomorph was careful not to hurt her.

She was sure that she might be fed to the others or would be used as a tool as a cocoon imaginations that threatened to bring tears to her eyes as she disappeared into the shafts with the Xenomorph.

But even though it was a little narrow she found herself metres deep in like a shrouded room in which to her great shock she saw these crawling little creatures she had seen what these monsters could do to her, to her body and insides.

She scratched and clawed at the tail trying to get away wishing she had her weapon back as she saw one of the little creatures jump towards her but a scream from her ‘saviour’ and a knock away the xenomorph protected her and slowly plopped her down in the middle of this nest on something soft that looked like an old blanket or something.

Before she could even move away, however, the tail wrapped itself around her again and the Xenomorph placed itself next to her, seeming to lie down, ,,Thank you…thank you for saving me," she said, carefully placing her hand on the creature's head, which hissed quietly and tried to relax.

As the other creatures snuggled up to her body, probably enjoying her warmth, perhaps these complex, deadly creatures could feel something after all, the incidental thought occurred to her.

Even though she was surrounded by death everywhere, the Xenomorph that was with her seemed to be looking for something like maybe comfort in the face of impending death and maybe it wasn't so bad, maybe it was just that in the end as she cuddled up to the creature lightly she realised that it was all right after all instead of dying alone.

So it was that by the end the creatures were almost cuddling up to the two of them as the spaceship came closer and closer to the metreoites and in the end they were all peacefully together for the first time in a common death.

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@an-absolute-waste-of-space , @bonkbunn , @uscss-prometheus

[mascdestr0yer]

NUMBER ONE (3)

Hopkins!Paige x Fem!reader

Warnings: Fluff, a bit cheesy, a girl and basketball player (zombies ref) Trope: Slow burn

Synopsis: Paige’s birthday so happens to be in your favorite time of the year, super..

A/N: i heavily base this story off like if andi mack and euphoria had a baby on fentanyl

“i see you,”

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Part Three: The Party

It was nearly impossible to ignore the weight of your nerves as you stood in front of the rented house, a small mansion lit up by neon strobes and pulsing music. The party was in full swing, even from outside. Laughter, shouts, and the bass of music reverberated through the air. You adjusted the hem of your costume—a fitted black bodysuit paired with shimmering tights and thigh-high boots. You felt exposed, ridiculous even, but your mom had insisted the look was perfect, a balance of cute and daring.

costume

She had been annoyingly supportive about Paige’s party. “You only get one high school experience,” she’d chirped as you left, her knowing smile practically haunting you now.

Taking a deep breath, you pushed the front door open.

Inside, the house was alive with chaos. People crowded every corner, clutching red solo cups or nursing bottles of something undoubtedly overpriced and underage-approved. The faint scent of weed lingered beneath the layers of spilled alcohol, sweat, and too much perfume. The house’s grandeur—gleaming hardwood floors, massive crystal chandeliers, and ornate furniture—was dimmed by the wild energy of the partygoers.

You tugged nervously at your costume, weaving your way through the throng of people. A couple stumbled past you, their laughter loud and sloppy, and you swore you saw someone trying to climb onto the chandelier.

“Is Paige even here?” you thought, scanning the room for the birthday girl. Your stomach flipped at the idea of seeing her.

The living room was a sea of bodies. Someone had taken over the massive sound system, blaring a remix that rattled the walls. Groups huddled around a coffee table playing drinking games, while others danced like their lives depended on it. You spotted a few familiar faces from school—some people you liked, some you avoided, and others you’d barely noticed before tonight.

“Looking good!” a guy you vaguely recognized called out, winking at you. You offered an awkward smile, ignoring the way your cheeks burned.

You kept moving, making your way to the kitchen. The counters were lined with bottles of vodka, tequila, mixers, and stacks of mismatched cups. A girl dressed as a sexy devil was refilling her drink while another, draped in angel wings, was taking selfies by the fridge. You grabbed a soda, not trusting the dubious punch bowl everyone seemed so eager to dip into.

“Didn’t think you’d actually come,” a voice drawled behind you, making you nearly drop your drink. You turned to find Paige leaning casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, a lazy grin on her lips.

She looked unfairly good. She wore a black leather jacket over a cropped top, paired with ripped jeans and boots. Her hair was slicked back, and there was a teasing glint in her eyes that made it hard to breathe.

“I—uh—why wouldn’t I?” you stammered, cursing the way your voice wavered.

Paige’s grin widened. “No reason. Just didn’t think you were the party type.”

You shrugged, trying to seem unaffected, even though her gaze felt like a spotlight. “Maybe I just wanted to see what the hype was about.”

“Sure,” she said, stepping closer. The faint scent of her cologne—warm, spicy, intoxicating—filled your senses. She glanced at your cup. “You’re not drinking?”

“Not yet,” you replied quickly, suddenly self-conscious.

“Good. Don’t touch the punch,” she warned, lowering her voice. “Saw them dumping a full bottle of Everclear in it earlier. Don’t want you passed out before the night gets interesting.”

Paige’s presence was magnetic, and the party seemed to fade into the background whenever she looked at you like that—like you were the only one in the room. She leaned in slightly, her lips curving into a smirk.

“You look good, by the way,” she said, her tone casual but her eyes lingering on your costume.

Your heart flipped. “Thanks. You too.”

Before you could embarrass yourself further, a loud shout interrupted the moment.

“PAIGE! Beer pong, let’s go!” someone hollered from the living room.

Paige sighed, glancing over her shoulder before turning back to you. “Duty calls. Don’t go anywhere, okay?”

You nodded, too stunned to respond. She winked before disappearing into the crowd, leaving you reeling.

The night unraveled in a blur of highs and lows. Upstairs, you’d heard muffled laughter and the occasional thud of someone stumbling into a wall. People spilled out onto the balcony, their cigarettes glowing like fireflies against the night sky.

You wandered through the house, trying to feel less out of place. In the hallway, you passed a couple making out so aggressively that they almost knocked over a vase. In one of the bedrooms, the door cracked open just enough for you to glimpse a guy dressed as a pirate doing lines of coke off a mirror while a girl in a mermaid costume giggled beside him.

“What am I doing here?” you thought for the hundredth time that night.

Back downstairs, you found yourself near the dance floor, clutching your now-empty soda can. Paige was across the room, engaged in what looked like a heated game of beer pong. Her laughter rang out above the music, carefree and contagious.

You felt a pang of something—jealousy? longing?—watching her interact so effortlessly with everyone around her. She was magnetic, drawing people in with ease, while you felt like a shadow in comparison.

“Having fun?” a voice broke through your thoughts.

You turned to see a girl with dark lipstick and a cigarette tucked behind her ear. She was leaning against the wall, a smirk playing on her lips.

“Uh, yeah,” you lied, forcing a smile.

“First time at one of Paige’s parties?”

You nodded.

The girl chuckled. “Figured. You’ve got that ‘what the hell is happening’ look. Don’t worry, it’s always like this. Chaos is kind of her thing.”

You weren’t sure how long you stood there, making small talk with the girl, when Paige appeared again. She looked a little flushed, her hair slightly disheveled, but her grin was still firmly in place.

“Hey, you okay?” she asked, her eyes scanning you as if checking for any signs of discomfort.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you said quickly, hoping your face didn’t betray the storm of emotions brewing inside you.

“Good.” She glanced at the girl beside you and raised an eyebrow. “Lena, don’t scare her off.”

Lena laughed, holding up her hands in mock surrender. “Relax, I was just keeping her company. You know, since you were busy being the life of the party.”

Paige rolled her eyes but didn’t respond. Instead, she turned to you, her expression softening. “Come with me?”

She led you outside, away from the noise and chaos. The backyard was quieter, lit by string lights that cast a warm glow over the patio furniture and the half-empty pool.

Paige sat down on the edge of the pool, motioning for you to join her. The water rippled gently beneath the lights, and the cool night air was a welcome relief from the stifling heat inside.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The silence stretched, comfortable yet charged with unspoken tension.

“You’re different tonight,” Paige said finally, breaking the quiet.

“Different how?”

She shrugged, her gaze fixed on the water. “I don’t know. Just… different. I like it.”

You didn’t know what to say, so you stayed quiet, your heart pounding in your chest.

“I’m glad you came,” she added after a moment, turning to look at you.

The sincerity in her voice caught you off guard, and for a split second, it felt like the rest of the world didn’t exist.

Before you could respond, someone called Paige’s name from inside the house, shattering the moment.

Paige groaned, running a hand through her hair. “I should probably go deal with that.”

You nodded, trying to hide your disappointment.

“But hey,” she said, standing up and offering you her hand. “Stay out here for a bit. Breathe. I’ll come find you later.”

You took her hand, letting her pull you to your feet. Her touch was warm, steadying, and you hated how much you wanted her to hold on just a little longer.

And then she was gone, disappearing back into the chaos, leaving you alone with the sound of the water and the pounding of your own heart.

The thought made you exhale sharply, annoyed with yourself. You weren’t about to be one of those people who revolved their entire night around someone else. With renewed determination, you headed back inside, weaving through the crowd.

The house was even more packed now, people pressed shoulder to shoulder in the narrow halls. A cloud of smoke hung over the living room—someone must’ve started rolling joints en masse, because everyone had a cigarette or blunt in hand. You spotted a couple of your classmates lounging on the couch, their faces glazed over and dazed as they passed a joint back and forth.

On the stairs, people crowded in pairs and trios, whispering conspiratorially or slipping into rooms upstairs. The tension in the house was palpable—something raw, reckless, like a pot about to boil over.

You pushed through it all, your head buzzing from the mix of sounds, smells, and lights. In the kitchen, the punch bowl had become the epicenter of chaos. A group of guys was attempting to shotgun beers while one girl stood on the counter, yelling a countdown.

You were trying to make your way past when someone caught your wrist.

“Hey!” It was Lena again, grinning like she’d just won the lottery. “Come join us. You’re too sober for this party.”

“I’m fine,” you replied quickly, but she wasn’t having it.

“C’mon,” she insisted, pulling you toward the counter where the girl was still standing triumphantly, holding a bottle of tequila. “One shot won’t kill you.”

You hesitated, glancing around. The energy of the room was infectious, everyone cheering and chanting as the girl poured tequila directly into someone’s mouth. You didn’t want to look like a buzzkill, but the thought of drinking something so strong made your stomach twist.

“Don’t pressure her,” Paige’s voice cut through the noise like a lifeline.

You turned to see her leaning against the doorframe, her gaze fixed on Lena with an edge of warning. She looked almost irritated, her jaw tight.

Lena rolled her eyes but backed off, raising her hands. “Fine. No harm, no foul.” She wandered away, leaving you and Paige alone in the kitchen’s chaos.

“You okay?” Paige asked, stepping closer.

“Yeah,” you mumbled, your heart racing—not from the tequila, but from her. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it,” she said softly. “You don’t need to do anything you don’t want to. This isn’t that kind of party.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure? Because I think someone upstairs just broke a bed.”

Paige chuckled, her shoulders relaxing a bit. “Okay, maybe it’s a little that kind of party. But you don’t have to worry about it.”

Her eyes met yours, and for a second, everything else faded away again. The kitchen, the noise, the chaos—it was all background static to the quiet intensity of her gaze.

“Let’s get out of here,” she said suddenly, her voice low but steady.

You blinked. “What?”

“Just for a minute. It’s too loud in here.”

Before you could second-guess yourself, Paige took your hand and led you through the crowd. Her grip was firm, grounding, as she navigated the maze of people. She pulled you toward the back door and into the night again, but this time, she didn’t stop at the pool.

She led you around the side of the house, where the shadows were deeper, the party’s neon glow just a faint echo. There was an old wooden swing hanging from a tree, its ropes weathered and frayed, and she gestured for you to sit.

You hesitated but eventually lowered yourself onto the swing, the wood creaking beneath you. Paige leaned against the tree, her hands in her pockets, watching you with an unreadable expression.

“This is better,” she said after a moment, her voice soft. “Don’t you think?”

You nodded, the cool night air soothing against your skin. “Yeah. It’s… quieter.”

She smiled faintly, kicking at the dirt with the toe of her boot. For a while, neither of you spoke. It wasn’t awkward, though. It felt like a truce, a moment of peace stolen from the chaos inside.

“Why’d you come tonight?” Paige asked suddenly, breaking the silence.

You glanced up at her, startled. “You invited me.”

“That’s not an answer.”

You hesitated, your fingers twisting the hem of your costume. “I don’t know. I guess… I just wanted to see what it was like.”

Paige tilted her head, studying you. “And?”

“It’s not really my scene,” you admitted. “But it’s… interesting.”

She laughed softly, the sound low and warm. “Yeah, that’s one way to put it.”

A breeze rustled through the trees, sending a chill down your spine. Paige noticed and shrugged off her leather jacket, draping it over your shoulders before you could protest.

“Thanks,” you murmured, the warmth of the jacket settling over you.

She sat down on the ground in front of you, leaning back on her hands, her face lit by the faint glow of the string lights in the distance.

“Can I ask you something?” she said, her tone careful.

“Sure,” you replied, your heart suddenly in your throat.

“Why do you always avoid me at school?”

The question caught you off guard. You opened your mouth to deny it but stopped. There was no point lying; Paige wasn’t stupid.

“I don’t avoid you,” you said weakly.

She raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, maybe I do,” you admitted, your cheeks burning. “It’s just… you’re intimidating.”

Her expression softened, and for a moment, she looked almost hurt. “I don’t mean to be.”

“I know,” you said quickly. “It’s not a bad thing. You’re just… you’re Paige. Everyone knows you, everyone likes you. It’s… a lot.”

She was quiet for a moment, her gaze dropping to the ground. “You know, it’s not always great being… ‘Paige.’”

You frowned. “What do you mean?”

She shrugged, a small, bitter smile tugging at her lips. “People like me, sure. But they don’t really know me. Half the time, I feel like I’m just playing a part.”

Her words hung heavy in the air, and you felt a pang of guilt. You’d always assumed Paige had it all figured out—that her confidence and charm were effortless.

“I guess I never thought about it that way,” you said softly.

She looked up at you, her eyes searching yours. “Yeah, well… you’re one of the only people who doesn’t treat me like some… character. That’s why I invited you tonight. I wanted you to see that I’m just�� me.”

Your breath caught in your throat. The vulnerability in her voice, the way she was looking at you—it was almost too much.

“I see you,” you whispered before you could stop yourself.

Paige’s eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, you thought you’d said too much. But then she smiled—a real, genuine smile—and your heart soared.

“Good,” she said quietly.

And for the first time that night, you felt like you belonged.

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