#i would keep contact with andi. positive

[raspberrysmoon]

If you wanna do the dnd campaign after all…

youre convincing me 😭

ive gotta get into dnd somehow right. maybe i do want to do the dnd campaign

[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."

[ang3lofdivinity]

❝𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐧❞

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Relationship(s): Yan!Andy (Andrew) Graves x Fem!reader

Format: Headcanons + stories.

Genre: IMPLIED Smut + fluff + some angst(?)

Warnings: Consent mf, intimidation, SA from one of the wardens to the reader, masturbation (reader and Andy), Leyley isn't super overprotective, Reader is very naïve and too kind (they consider all friends), kidnapping, stalking, Andy is kinda turned on by the readers constant praise and nicknames for him, smoking, swearing, smut has been removed because.. the more I realize it I want this account to be decently fluff.

Andy is a very reserved person.

He's an introvert as per what his sister calls him.

And she's right.

He doesn't like being around others, he's pretty logical, he's also very calm.

But, what he doesn't know is how charming he is to others.

Hell, bunches of girls try and get with him, while Leyley obnoxiously tries to get rid of them all.

So, he's never really had a long term relationship with anyone aside his sister.

And over the years, he's managed to craft, a meticulously created one, a façade.

A mask he's worked on for years.

One that he knows will never crack.

But perhaps he got too confident.

Because when you came along, he was restraining himself practically from getting excited after the first time he saw you.

He saw you, being the new kid in class back when he was still in school at a young age before being trapped in that hellscape he called his home.

You were an extrovert it seemed, turning out to be the opposite. But, you still cared a lot about everything and everyone, you introduced yourself sweetly with something along the lines of..

"Good morning, I'm (____) (_____). If you need anything, I'll always be right here."

You were so calm, so pretty.. how could someone be so pretty?

You joined a bunch of after school activities, student council and such.

Although, you seemed a bit worried over something always every time he saw you.

He felt something within his stomach churn whenever he saw you though, not managing to gather enough courage to talk to you.

So, you had to initiate the contact.

You saw him, being all lonely..

That made you feel incredibly horrible, you were in that position yourself once too.

So, you approached him.

And his heart fluttered.

"Good evening.. you're Andrew Graves, right?" You inquired as you sat beside him at his lunch table as your friends immediately started whispering to each other.

"Oh- I- I'm Andrew Graves, yes.." he cringed at his own stuttering, but you didn't seem to mind.

"Why don't you come and sit at my table with my friends?" You invited him with a warm smile.

He felt butterflies in his stomach, a feeling he never had in a while..

"Are- you sure? They won't make fun of me?.." he asked, obviously worried.

"Of course not! If they do, we can have lunch together alone if you want!"

"..alright."

That was the day he became so clingy to you.

Usually, he's very cynical. But, for some reason with you.. he could feel that your actions were very genuine.

And that's what got him attached.

Along with your humor.

"I swear to fucking goddess if Miss Alta keeps telling me to not draw, I will—"

"Good morning, Miss Alta!" You exclaimed happily the moment your communications teacher stepped foot into the room.

He almost wheezed, letting out a giggle at his failed attempt to restrain himself. His expression turned into one filled with guilt and embarrassment, but before Miss Alta or any of the students spoke, you blurted out.

"Ah, Miss Alta, there's something wrong with the air conditioning. It keeps moving a bit and making that scraping noise." You semi-lied as you turned to Andrew and gave a more sincere smile before paying attention once more.

..you would just, lie for him like that..

Your smile could make him go crazy, it couldn't be compared to anything!! The way you cried, your tears streaming down your cheeks as you ran to him when you got hurt on the playground earlier- blue diamonds couldn't even compare to the richness of them, and the way you were very touchy..

You always held onto his hand, holding onto his shirt as you walked behind him anxiously, anytime when you got older and watched any horror movie and clang onto him.

That's when it all went to shit.

You had to leave the state.

THE STATE.

After you had just got settled after the last time where you moved here as a child!

He almost broke down, wanting to pour out all of his feelings as if it would change anything.

But it was official, and Leyley had him all to herself. It was like that for years.

He was all alone.

He felt empty.

He felt empty without you.

Like a part of his soul was torn from him.

And that stuck with him forever.

Some sort of dark, black tar over his heart made it feel disgusting and filthy.

But for the lonely part..

It wasn't like that for long.

When they grew older, he started dating someone after so long.

His (ex) girlfriend, Julia.

But eventually, that all ended when he got put into that quarantined building with Leyley.

She broke it off with him on one of those nights.

He sobbed about it, and Leyley didn't help.

But, that's when he got a strange phone call when Leyley was asleep and he was still up.

He was hesitant, but his gut told him to pick it up.

And that he did.

And that was one of the best decisions of his life.

"..Hello?" He spoke, his voice raspy. He was unsure of what telemarketer would be calling at this hour, and it couldn't possibly be someone he knew.

"Andrew?.. is this really you?!.."

That voice.. that voice instead changed his mind of this being some sort of telemarketer.. how? Because that’s your voice. After so many years, you had called him!

"..(____)?!" He yelped out, almost loud enough to wake LeyLey.

"Oh dear— I'm so glad I can hear your sweet voice again!!" You exclaimed, sounding like you were on the brink of tears.

All of those previous feelings he had for you back when you were still around, they all came back in a flurry, overwhelming him.

"(____), I'm.. how did you get this number?.." he wanted to ask you so much more, but that's all that came out at the moment.

"I heard about the quarantine you got into with your sister.. I'm so sorry. One of the wardens was kind enough to give me your number! I didn't have much time previously due to my work.. but, now I have and I'm so thankful!"

"..Good god it's so nice hearing your voice again, (____)" he mumbled, smiling as tears prickled at his eyes. There were so many words that wanted to spill out of his mouth, but nothing came out due to his own self restraint.

"I'm going to get you out of there! I promise! You and your sister!" You yelped out, happiness laced into your voice. You were zeal about this, you were going to get him and his sister out of here. Or at least try.

"Wait- aren't you worried about the wardens??? They've been keeping us here!" He responded back, biting on his thumb.

"Eh?? Nah! I'm sure! The warden seemed to like me, I'm sure I can persuade him somehow." For some reason, this didn't sit right with him..

"..." He went radio silent, this feeling akin to foreboding surging through him with the sense of anger as well. But, he swallowed down his frustration and took some deep breaths.

"Andy- Andrew?.. you there?" You tried to fix your mistake. You heard his sister call him by that nickname once- so you know it's at least somewhat gotta be sentimental for him.

"..you can call me Andy" he slowly spoke up.

"Are you sure?.."

"I'm.. sure. Call me Andy." It almost sounded like a demand..

"..Alright, Andy."

He doesn't even let his own sister call him that anymore, but he lets you do it with free reign.. strange.

"Now, would you like to talk for a bit?.. or should I get straight to work with the pla-"

"Talk!.. please. I just.. I missed you. I missed listening to your voice, I missed just being with you.." he blurted out, cutting you off. He put a hand over his mouth in response, his eyes wide and filled with shame.

"..."

"..."

"...."

"I'm sorry- that probably sounded weird.." he spoke up after a long moment of silence.

"Nono! Don't apologize, I missed hearing your voice too, hun." You spoke sweetly to him, a smile he couldn't see plastered on your face.

"..Hun?" Saying the word made him feel this warm, bubbling sensation within his chest. It made him want to indulge in it more..

"I'm not gonna use Andy all the time, darling!" You giggled happily, and that just made something within his stomach churn and twist.. something that has been dormant for years finally stir.

It made his knees go weak, his mouth go slightly agape as he failed to make any words come out of his mouth for a while until you spoke.

"..Andy? Honey?"

"Oh- sorry just.. deep in thought.”

"Ah, I get that.. well anyways, what would you like to talk about?"

You two talked until the sun finally rose and you got sleepy.

"Night Andy, Hun!" He could hear you yawn.

"Night, (____).."

He then placed the phone back down, hanging up shortly after you did as he found himself already yearning and missing your voice.

But, he knows.. better.

He just can’t help it though.

..No matter, he’ll hopefully be able to see you soon as you said.

That would be wrong though.

Because guess what? That warden that was so kind to you was only there for your looks. He wanted you to have some.. “personal time” with you if you get my gist.

“No fucking way you creep!!” You yelped out, this man was about twice your age and asking you to have some personal time with you.

“C’mon, sweetheart!.. I promise I’ll make it worth your while” The warden spoke, a sickening smile on his face.

“No means no, pervert!! Now, let me see my friends, let me get them out of here!” The warden groaned at your response.

“Alright, look here sweet-cheeks. You aren’t gonna be able to save your friends and I shouldn’t even be helping you. So, you either let me have you and you can take your friends, or I kill you right here and now” the man gave you an ultimatum, causing your eyes to widen.

“I..” You almost bursted out into tears when the man moved his hands to your shoulders, lowering your shirt.

“Lemme take care of ya.” he hummed, pushing you against the table within the break room, tears pooling down your cheeks.

You then tried focusing on something else, noticing the fact he had a ring of keys on his belt..

The warden had a hand glide up your thigh, massaging the bundle of nerves there. You tensed, straining back any noises that would come out of your mouth.

“No need to hold back, sweetheart..” he pressed himself closer to you, this was your time to strike!

You punched the man in the face, causing him to stumble back. You fixed your clothes, jumping off the table, you stared at the man who was waddling around like an idiot. A huff escaped past your lips as grabbed the nearest blunt object and flung it at the man. It was a simple lamp, but it hit him real good in the head. Honestly, you felt powerful in that moment, finding the courage to continuously punching the man, letting out every last string of anger that you felt. It was basically free therapy! And, when you were done, he was no longer moving. You grabbed the keys before you marched off, now off to find Andy and his sister, Ashley!

It took you a bit, but after knocking on a few doors, you heard nothing but some shuffling.

“Andy!! Its me! (____)!!” You yelped out, taking out the ring of keys as you fumbled with them in your hands.

“..(____)!? You actually came!?!” He spoke up after hearing your voice, immediately rushed over to the door as he heard you unlock it, opening it for you, taking you by surprise.

“Of course, hun! I never break a promise.” You spoke more dulcetly, a smile upon your face as you looked up at him.

He’s.. grown taller than you.

He spent no time dawdling as he hugged you, pressing you close to him as he twirled you around.

“I’m proud of you for waiting this long. So proud.” You praised, causing Andrew to become flustered as he desperately tried hiding it.

You paused for a moment before you started giggling a bit.

“What.. whats so funny??” He asked

“Nothing. Just reminiscing of the old times.”

“..you’re talking like a grandma.”

You bursted out laughing, patting his back.

“Oh— really now? ‘Just be a good boy and be quiet!’ Is that better??” You were giggling, since you knew your words made any sense for some Grandma to say, but he wasn’t taking this as a joke. The way you called him a good boy..

It.. turned something on for him, craving for more practically.

“Okay I think thats enough mushy reunion stuff, mm?” You smiled sweetly at the boy as he pulled away from the hug, his face still slightly flushed.

“Yeah..” he internally cursed himself for almost stuttering.

“Where’s Ashley?..” you quietly asked.

From that moment, everything happened like some sort of descending spiral of madness. The thing with the demon and Ashley… killing the second warden, all of that fancy stuff. (being horribly mortified in the end.)

You had the both of them stay in the motel for a while until you could bring them into your home as you got them necessities; paying for them to continue staying, getting them new clothes, food, entertainment and others (not even knowing about their little hobby together.)

You’d visit once a week, much to Andrews begging for you to come more often, constant thanks as well from him.

“..I don’t think we can repay you ever for this.”

You always said it was fine, and his sister did too. She seemed more laid backed about the entire situation.

And, when you rushed in the middle of the night to their motel in your car to tell them the news that you finished up your work for their rooms and such, only throwing on a long overcoat, keeping on your nightclothes and throwing one some slippers.

..but they weren’t in there.

“PSSSTTT” the sound almost made you scream, but you turned to the cause of the noise.

��Ashley!” You smiled, not speaking above a whisper.

“Get over here!!!” You immediately rushed over to her without another question, taking her into an embrace.

“Woah- calm down, goody-two-shoes!” She grumbled, trying to get you to let go or at least loosen your arms that were tightly wrapped around her.

“You and Andrew can finally come over!!” You practically cried out, a bright smile on your face.

“..Where is Andrew..?” You questioned after surveying around, letting go of the embrace you tightly held Ashley in.

“Went to go and check on something.. don’t worry about it.”

“..Alright. I’ll wait here if you don’t mind.” You quietly spoke, standing beside Ashley as your hand subconsciously grabbed hers, intertwining them.

And Ashley didn’t say anything about it. Just to see how her brother would react, of course.

That didn’t go well, let me tell you.

He came back, noticing you, he was so excited like a puppy seeing their owner once more, but noticing that you were holding Ashleys hand..

..For some reason it made him pissed off.

“..(____), why don’t you hold my hand instead?”

You were already starting in his direction to tackle him into a hug, but Ashley pulled you back.

“Nah.. I think she’ll stay right here, holding my hand.”

“Ashley.”

“Yes, dear Andyyyy?”

“Let her go. Right now.”

“Mm, nah.” She chuckled seeing him get so riled up.

He flat up walked on over to you two, grabbed you by the waist, swiftly pulling you away from Ashley.

“Oh you jackass!!!”

But he didn’t care.

And then, you all heard another car..

Thats when everything else unfolded.

They killed that man..

And you witnessed it.

Then again though, he was a murderer as well..

..but why??

You were shaking like a leaf, catching Andy’s attention.

“Shh shh.. its okay. Theres no need to cry or worry, alright? It was in self-defense. I promise this won’t happen again.” He consoled you, hugging you closely as you nodded.

Ashley looked baffled though, one of her eyes slightly twitching.

..guess they’ll just have to not kill in front of you from now on.

Well, moving on from this..

You had made some fake ID’s for them (made by another friend of yours, of course) along with some birth certificates, you just wanted to help them get on their feet again.

That would.. slightly backfire.

No matter what, he became so obsessed with you, he started stalking you, watching you do anything around the house. When you’d turn to see if anyone was watching, no-one was there..

You brushed it off multiple times, but even when you were in the shower, or changing, you felt the same feeling. It was all.. unnerving. You hated it. You wanted it to stop.

But, it continued and continued, and it got to the point where you started asking Andrew if you could sleep with him for the night, to which he immediately accepted; surprising you.

You got into his bed, him pulling the covers over you despite the fact you already had a blanket with you.. but that was fine. You rested your head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around your lower back, pressing you closer to him.

And strangely, it seemed like all of the eyes that were previously watching you were gone. You could finally drift off to sleep, where Ashley would make fun of you both each time, but stopped suddenly after a bit..

But you shrugged it off as she was just bored of the joke now that you have cuddled with Andrew so many times now just for you to feel safer within your own home!

Little did you know that the person you were cuddling with was the one watching you all along..

His fingers threaded through your hair, humming ever so softly. He kissed the crown of your head, your forehead, your cheeks, and then eventually, your lips. You tasted sweet to him, sweet like nothing he’d ever tasted before in contrast to his usual taste of mint and cigarettes within his mouth.

He wanted more of it..

He then continued kissing your lips, now making out with your unconscious body, taking breaks in between to undress you from your nightclothes, underwear, and so forth.

In your sleep, you felt something.. swishing within your mouth. It was warm, tasting everything within your mouth almost, like it was trying to claim it!

You slowly awoke very sadly since you couldn’t get your beauty rest, trying to find the cause, just to see it was Andy. The person you were so close with. You instinctively pushed him away, or tried.

As much as you wanted to- you couldn’t hurt him. What would be everything you went for then? What would Ashley do?? You’d have to live with the guilt of possibly hurting one of your friends.

..is he even your friend anymore?

He took notice of that, opening his eyes instantaneously as he felt your touch. He pulled away for a moment, examining your expression.

The room was silent, the atmosphere was palpable as he turned to an emotionless face. He moved you closer to him.

“Andy!?” You yelped out as your body became tense.

“..Shit— shit, no, fuck, i’m so sorry. This is wrong-“ Andrew pushed himself away, getting up and threading his hands through his hair. His eyes were wide as he realized what he’d done.

“..Andrew, why??..”

“I’m sorry- that was disgusting- I’m sorry!..”

Your facial expression was bewildered, but you eventually just frowned and grabbed his arm (which was shaking.)

“Andrew, you should’ve asked me first so I could’ve consented. Especially if you have some sort of som—“

“Wait!.. how are you so calm?!” You really aren’t.

“..I’m not. But I would’ve just want some more information- some sort of talk about this entire situation before we could do anything.” Caressing his hand, you smiled softly, and he simply just stared at you for at least 5 seconds straight.

Consent talk?

Consent talk!!

He gave a long ass apology for his actions, immediately about to just get up and leave.

But you stopped him to talk further talked about the situation. You talked about what you really wanted.

And if you both were ready.

Even though all of this didn’t happen throughout one entire night, you planned everything out. What you two were going to do.

If you wanted a relationship.

Or just a situationship.

You both decided to test the waters first before deciding that.

You need to get out. Leave.

What are you doing?

Please, go.

He’ll kill you too.

You couldn’t fall asleep after everything that happened, so he ran a bath for you and him, washing you both.

After that though, he dressed you in some more comfortable clothes for the afternoon it seemed despite being early morning now.

He had you sit in his lap, smoking (trying to get you to smoke as well), tending to your wounds.

And that’s when Ashley came to you both later within the morning, groaning.

“Why was there so much noise in the night?.. could barely sleep..”

Safe to say, you gave a.. believable excuse

Wow- theres a lot here! But, I hope you all enjoyed!!

[d34dlysinner]

i need andy smut so bad, with lots of touching

How about a more sub Andrealphus that's somewhat touchstarved?

NSFW! MINORS DNI!!!

He lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling as he wondered what your next move was. "MC...?", he says your name out as he couldn't feel your hands on him. You were also very silent to the point where he became worried about you being unconscious. His mind would at times race to the point of him even considering whether you left him there, had it not been for the fact that he could smell you.

"MC... Why are you so quiet?...", he asked as he felt bare. His chest was painted with bite marks, hickeys, and saliva. He looked pretty when his light-colored eyes were shining with tears. Those glistening pears that threatened to fall any second and make a path on the scars which he couldn't see, but always felt. A reminder of why he wasn't able to see you in any way the other demons could. He would envy them at times, but knowing that you often returned to him made this envy diminish to a little strain in his heart.

He wanted to know you in any way he could. He usually wants to remember you in any way he can by running his hands over your skin while listening to the little sounds that always escape your lips.

This time it was your turn to know him. As you watched his marked chest all the way to his legs that were separated for you to see everything. You were simply in awe to see someone so beautiful tearfully wait for your touch. You watched how his clenched fists loosened as he hesitantly tried to search for your hand. You could see how his hardened length was dripping with precum as if it was begging for your warmth.

"MC...", he said for the third time as he was about to sit up to search for you, to see if you were alright. 'Even being in an 'embarrassing' position, you're still worrying about me...', you thought as you recalled how shy Andrealphus was when you suggested this.

"It's okay Andre...", you finally responded as you were almost snapped out of your trance. "It's my time to take care of you. Please, just rest...", you said as you saw him relax the moment your warm hands were placed on the inside of his thighs.

You watched his length twitch the moment you blew hot air against it. Resulting in a slight whimper from the man who was patiently waiting for you to do more. His hand that he placed on his stomach tried reaching forward, towards your hand. You saw what he wanted. The gesture was too cute for you to refuse as you held his hand. His reaction to your touch was truly a magical thing to see as you saw the man, who's always on guard, relax in the soft mattress in his room. He sighed as he intertwined your fingers with his. 'Adorable...', you thought as you held your mouth shut. Your other hand made its way to his length, holding it gently as you gave the tip a kiss.

The soft grunt you heard the moment your lips made contact made it unbearable for you to not tease him a bit more.

You leaned back as you opened your mouth to ask: "Andre... Do you promise to keep your legs separated while I make you feel good?..." You saw a slow nod from the man above you. You smiled as you looked down at his length and his hole. You wanted him to feel good and you have many ideas to do so right now. But in the end you were somewhat halted as he seemed to be whining for something else than just pleasure.

"MC..", he moaned out as he felt your lips on him yet again. His hands were slowly reaching towards you as a plea for you to touch him more. You noticed his hands and gave a slight chuckle before intertwining your fingers with his.

"You're very needy for my touch today...", you said as you could only watch him sigh.

"Always... for you.", he panted as you teased him some more, his grip on your hand tightening as a response to the pleasure he was receiving.

"Please I need more...", he whined as he felt you smile against him.

"More pleasure?", you asked as you were about to continue what you were doing.

"No... I want to touch you more... please..", he said as he softly tugged at your arm.

Not wanting to leave him dissatisfied you moved up and gave him a soft kiss on his lips. His hand moved towards your cheek as he deepened the kiss.

You felt his arm snake around your waist, pulling you down against him.

"I guess that teasing you like this was a bit too much?", you said with a smile as you broke the kiss.

"I just want to feel you completely...", he said as he allowed you to continue teasing him as long as his body could make full contact with yours.

Both of your hands wandered the only difference being that you were actively teasing and pleasuring him while he seemed to be worshipping your body and memorizing every detail of it.

[angelst4re]

hi sweetie! i have been dying for a teacher x student type of story trope with jamie ;) with some smut if your comfortable <3

i dont think i've ever written for teacher!jamie before so i could not just let this request sit in my inbox for another 4 months... i also combined it with a jealous jamie smut request but i'm thinking of making a part 2 to this which has more jealous jamie... which i may even be writing right now!!! <3

Sugar- Teacher!Jamie x Reader

♡ warnings: NSFW!!! contains smut!!! please don't read if you're not comfortable love! NEITHER AGES ARE SPECIFIED BUT READER IS 18+ <3 it’s only ever mentioned that theres a 15 year age gap

♡ notes: i attempted to keep this as gender neutral as possible but reader is afab! also i kinda rushed this because i just needed to post something!! but there's going to be a part 2 I PROMISE!!!

“...Oh, and don’t forget, y/l/n, we have a one to one scheduled for 3:30 to discuss your exam results. I’ll be in my office.” Mr Bower, who insisted you call him Jamie, reminded you with a smile as you left the classroom. 

“I haven’t forgotten, sir.” You say as you turn back around to smile at him, and give him a little wave before you leave the room. 

You had two hours to spare before your meeting with the music teacher, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t spend the majority of the time in the bathroom making sure you looked perfect. You had been waiting for a moment like this, a moment alone with the teacher that has plagued your mind since the beginning of the school year. You and your friends, and most likely the entire class, had been captivated by not only his looks but his personality. Having learnt that he had recently become single after a three year long relationship, you felt like you stood a chance, but then you were quickly reminded of the 15 year age gap. 

However, his behaviour around you didn’t go unnoticed. You’d catch him eyeing you up when you would come in wearing a new outfit that evidently boosted your confidence, or you would catch him looking over at you whilst you were in the middle of a written exam, and he would quickly divert his eyes when they met yours. 

Despite the clear indication he may be into you the way you’re into him, you both had a very positive, friendly relationship. He would give you the best tips and advice, and be more than willing to help you progress in the ways you wished to, as he would with anybody in the class, but there was one particular encounter that you couldn’t stop thinking about. 

You and your boyfriend, Andy, had a fight the night before and you had missed your class in the morning. Jamie got in contact with you to ask about the absence, and you felt comfortable enough to explain the situation to him. He told you that even if you didn’t attend your classes that day, to at least come in to talk about how you’re feeling. He assured you that although he didn’t qualify as a therapist, it would be good to talk to someone. And so you did. 

You came in with unbrushed hair, wearing yesterday's clothes and threw yourself onto the chair in his office as you broke down in tears. You don’t remember much of that day, besides the pet names he would casually drop into his sentences. 

Sweetheart, love, darling.

He definitely knew how to charm. 

You also had a memory of staining his white shirt with tears as he let you cry into his chest, telling him how your boyfriend was a dick. How he was caught in bed with a random girl (to which there was proof) but he tried to convince you it never happened. 

You remember Jamie telling you something along the lines of, “every failed relationship should be thought of as a blessing. It might be upsetting to see it come to an end, but it means you’re still yet to find the one out there who’s for you, and it's giving the chance to find them. The one that will treat you right, even on their bad days. You’ll never know where this person may be, but they’re definitely out there.”

It was apparent through a quick google search that Jamie was definitely experienced when it came to relationships, so you knew to trust him on this one. 

You kept checking the time on your phone, waiting and waiting and waiting for it to hit 3:25 so you could begin walking towards Jamie’s office, but the time seemed to pass so slow. 

It was only 3pm. 

You sighed, placing your phone back down on the table you were sat at in the library. All your friends had gone home as you finish early on a Wednesday, yet you agreed to meet Jamie today as it was the only afternoon he had free this week. 

Only seconds after placing your phone down on the table, the screen lights up as it begins to ring, the noise causing everyone to turn around, some even sending dirty looks your way as you pick up your bag and leave, answering the phone as you begin to walk towards the building where Jamie’s office was. 

“What do you want, Andy?” You sighed, holding the phone up to your ear. 

“I miss you,” he said, a feeble attempt to guilt trip you, “I was just looking at some old pictures and-”

“It was your idea for us to take a break in the first place. I’m not just going to drop everything and come running back to you because you ‘miss me’.” 

“I’m sorry, okay. I realised what I did was wrong and…” 

You stopped listening to what Andy was saying as Jamie passed you in the hallway, sensing your distressed state he stopped quickly to mouth an ‘is everything okay?’, to which you nodded your head. 

“I don’t care, okay. Whatever you have to say I’m sure I’ve heard it all before. When I’m ready to talk to you I will, until then just please give me some space.” You say before ending the call, and you jump as you realise Jamie was waiting by your side. 

You were blocking the door to his office. 

“I’m so sorry!” You apologise, stepping to the side. 

“Don’t apologise!” Jamie gasped, as if you had offended him, before opening the door for you, “we can start early if that’s okay with you, I have nothing else planned this afternoon.” 

Nodding your head, you entered his office. 

“So he’s still giving you grief- Andy?” 

“How did you guess?” You scoff as you sit down on the chair opposite his desk. 

“I don’t know how a someone like you can stay with someone like him-”

“We’re on a break, actually.” You interrupted. “Although he seems to care about me more now than he did in the 8 months we were together.” 

“You need to leave him for good, sweetheart.” He told you, as he rummaged through the cabinet beside his desk, pulling out your exam papers and setting them in front of you. “So, let’s begin!”

Only twenty minutes into the session, your phone began to ring again, and you apologised to Jamie, getting ready to leave the room to take the call before realising it was Andy again. Jamie didn't look best impressed as you ran a hand through your hair stressfully. 

“Give me your phone.” Jamie sighed. 

“No, it’s okay, really. I’ll just switch it off-”

“Y/n. Phone.”

The sternness in his voice sent chills through your body, yet a warmth grew in your lower stomach. 

By the time you handed your phone over to him, Andy had stopped calling. Hopefully, he had given up, but you knew he would keep going until he got his way, like always. 

“You know, sweetheart, the look on your face when you saw it was him calling you told me everything.” Jamie said, leaning back in his chair. 

“What do you mean?” You scoffed. 

“You know what I mean, darling. Please stop trying to convince yourself he’s a good guy, not when he treats you like shit and expects you to drop everything for him. You deserve better.”

“And how do you know that? Sure, me and Andy might have our moments, but when he can be nice… he’s somebody completely different. Deep down, he’s a really good guy, Jamie.” You explain, feeling tears of frustration begin to gloss your eyes. 

“I’m not buying it, love.” He said, shaking his head in disbelief. 

And that was all it took to push you over the edge, shoving your phone into your bag as you pushed your exam papers towards him and stood up. 

“That’s it, I’m not taking this anymore.” You frown, turning around to leave. 

“There we go, that’s what you should say next time Andy’s on the phone-”

“Oh, Jamie, won’t you just shut up!” You shout, throwing your arms in the air. “What is your fucking problem today?”

“Well, technically your ‘boyfriend’ isn’t my problem, so…”

“Why do you care so much?” You finally say after a moment's silence, your hands placed on the back of the chair you were previously sitting on. 

“You’re my student. It’s my job to care.” He answers, simply. 

“But there’s more to it than that. Isn’t there?” You swallow, bracing yourself for his reply, “c’mon Jamie, I’m not stupid.” 

“What are you trying to imply, darling?” He chuckles, standing up from his chair and making his way towards you, “are you talking about the way I catch you staring at me in class when everyone else is working, or how about when I hear you gossiping with your friends about my love life, or about how you could tell I had used a different aftershave one day…” 

The smirk on his face was devilish, but you had no time to process that with your recent revelation. 

“You’re jealous.” You stated, turning to look up at him. “You’re jealous of Andy.” 

“Darling, I have no need to be jealous of him. Not when I know you’re leaving him.” 

��You don’t know whether I’m-”

You never got to finish that sentence as you were met with his lips on yours. His hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb wiping away a tear which had fallen in your moment of frustration. As he pulled back from the kiss, he pressed his forehead against yours before whispering,

“What if I prove you- show to you why you should leave him, hm?” He asked, although it wasn’t much of a question as he could tell by the way you were looking at him what the answer was going to be. “I need words, baby.” 

“Yes.” You managed to say, after catching your breath. 

A smile spread across Jamie’s lips briefly before you pulled him back in, missing the feeling of his soft lips against yours. With one hand on your waist, holding you against him, the other was placed on your cheek again, whilst your arms wrapped around his neck. You had dreamt and fantasised about this moment for months, but you never expected it to ever happen. It was always more of a scenario to help you fall asleep rather than something that would actually come true. 

“Does he fuck you good, hm? The way you want?” He asks, breathlessly, as he lifts you up onto his desk, shoving everything out of the way. 

You shake your head, using the slight space between you to reach for his belt, but he seemed to have other plans. 

“Has he ever gone down on you?” He asked bluntly, his fingers dipping into the waistband of your shorts, easing them down your legs along with your underwear. 

You once again shake your head, you have only received head once, and that was during a drunk fling at your friends birthday party- and even then you didn’t get to finish. 

Jamie simply chuckled, as if to say he wasn’t surprised. 

“Poor thing,” he frowns, lowering himself to his knees in front of you as he holds your legs open for him, placing kisses on your inner thighs, trailing down to your knees before going back up again, stopping where you needed him the most. “You ever cum when he fucks you?” 

And as if on command, you shook your head again.

“Only when I’m alone.” You confess. 

“Oh yeah, and who do you think about whilst you touch yourself?” He teases, his thumb gently stroking your clit as you fight the urge to close your legs. He looks up at you, stopping all movement as he waits on your answer. 

“You, I think about you, Jamie.” You whine.

“Oh, honey, I know.” He says before you feel his lips on your skin, his tongue circling your clit as his fingers move a little lower, finding your opening and teasing circles around it before gently pushing one in. 

His fingers were a favourite in your fantasies, thinking about what they could do, and he certainly did not disappoint. 

A second finger followed the first and they began curling inside you, searching for a spot Jamie was sure your ex would never have been able to find, and when you let out a choked moan he smirked against you, knowing he’d found it. 

Hif fingers rubbed against this spot inside you as his tongue licked, sucked and nibbled on the sensitive nub, and you were frighteningly close to the edge. You had never reached your high so quickly before, but as his hot breath fanned over your clit you tumbled off the edge, your orgasm washing over you. Your release began to drip down his hand as he continued at the pace he started, and your legs shook as you panted, your fingers pulling at his hair. 

“Jesus,” you whispered breathlessly. 

“Just me, darling.” He smirked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before coming back up to place a kiss on your forehead. 

You couldn’t believe the timing as there was a knock at the door to Jamie’s office. The two of you both froze for a moment, before Jamie handed you your clothes and rushed to the door. 

“Mr Bower, I know you usually go home early today but Margaret told me you were here so I was just wondering if I could-” 

“I’m in a meeting right now, Sasha, can you wait just two minutes?” He put on his best grin as he his behind the slightly open door to disguise his hard on. 

“Oh, of course! Sorry to interrupt!” The girl apologised before Jamie shut the door. 

“Sorry, sweetheart, we have to cut it short today. But you’re sure to be back in here later this week, or should I say let's reschedule?” He tried to hide his smirk when your legs wobbled as you got off his desk.

“I’m available all week, unless I decide to see Andy-”

“Honey, if I have to hear about him once more-”

“You’ll get all heated and fuck me senseless over your desk?” You grinned, feeling slightly giddy after the mind blowing orgasm he had given you, “why on earth would I want that?”

[analyzingtaylor]

I know it will get swept under the carpet in the swiftie discourse after this win but I thought Travis’s behaviour to Andy Reid was a red flag. He needs better anger control and I hope he never yells at Taylor like that (I’d be genuinely scared if it were me). I was giving him a bit of a pass because I don’t know much about football but the guys around me were also like no that’s too far that’s not cool

His coach discussed that moment with the media, said he is not coming from a place of selfishness when he gets angry about not being in on a given play.

I just know that it’s not constructive to let your emotions get the best of you on the field when one moment of anger and/or grief can alter your body’s chemistry negatively for hours.

But I’m not a hall of fame, championship athlete, am I? I guess it’s that tunnel vision and emotional investment that keeps them working for it when no one else is around.

But we keep on saying the same thing about the Kelce brothers - they seem to be the best possible example of positive masculinity. It must have been hard-wired into them by their mom in particular to be able to keep themselves in check off the field.

If that ever changes, my first thought would be that someone has a long term brain issue, because that’s what they always say - that your personality can change because of damage to the brain from contact sports.

[j2zara]

thinking so hard about jace being the andrew lloyd webber to j2’s sarah brightman. augh. when j2’s always over at jace’s home for “private working sessions” so jace can “help j2 with his songwriting” or something. thats clearly just a thinly veiled excuse to keep j2 to himself for a week

I like how no matter what universe we stick J2 in, his brain never stops getting cooked. Lord Andy's whole "i am a weird old guy and going to foster the talent of this young ingenue b/c she's a genius and only i can see it" thing is like. Hm. I wonder why you were drawn to phantom. Anyway peace and love to sarah brightman but i think he mostly. was a little preoccupied by the fact that he's an old guy who had a thing for her. Am i being a total asshole to posit that. Like. Actually J2's instincts are good for real and he is talented (he might even be better than jace. B/c this is metaphor for spellcasting)

And they do get a lot of working done in those sessions but like they get a lot of other stuff done too. obviously.

And as usual i think J2 is convinced the others are not gonna care about him or that LJ3 are too busy breathing into each others mouths to notice so he's like if i just spend a week at Jaceporter's place who is gonna notice. J4. J4 is gonna notice. She comes barging in like hey you went no contact for a week and he's like we've literally been working on the album?? check this out. And she’s baffled but also gets distracted by talking music shop.

Anyway this kinda feels parallel to J2porter 50s housewife roleplay but like the opposite b/c J2 is a houseguest but like you know how he is. He's like squirming over being the least bit of an imposition and refuses to even ask for a glass of water b/c he doesn't want to be a bother. Jaceporter are like help yourself and he always manages to find the oldest, weirdest cup nobody uses at the very back of the cabinet as a drinking glass. He tries to clean and do the dishes out of guilt meanwhile Jace through grit teeth is like Porter if you let J2 near the sink i will kill you. (He doesn't really give a shit about j2 but will be damned if they're not gonna be good hosts). He ran out of things to wear b/c it was so impromptu and Jace would never let it show but he is ecstatic b/c now it means he gets to treat J2 like his own personal little dress up doll and fawn over him a bit. (he lets J2 keep some of it or gives it as a gift but not without making a comment abt it being like. Well i no longer have any use for this anyway. I suppose it can be yours. b/c he's jace)

[streets-in-paradise]

Chucky scenario : Showing Andy that you believe him ( headcanons + blurb)

Special thanks to @losersclubisms, I'm posting this mostly because she wants to see it :)

For this one I'm trying to keep descriptions as gender neutral as possible. I'm practicing that because i write explicitly fem readers most of the time.

Note: I'm using an old pic of Alex as header because i am slowly running out of Andy pics due to the very little screentime he has and the amount of fic i have been posting about him.

Headcanons:

- He met you online, as one of the very few people who reacted positively to the video of Chucky. The amount of insistent interest on your part was quite new for a guy used to being taken as crazy, but you let him know that you weren’t some internet weirdo neither believed him to be one. 

- You are a paranormal researcher with genuine intentions on the case who had wanted to contact him for years and you found your only shot through the posting of that video. For so, you did as much efforts as possible to get an interview with him. 

- It took a while, but that meant the chatting had to extend more than expected because you had to create some level of trust with him for it to work out. Andy was very surprised to find out you weren’t just interested in the content of the video, you seemed willing to take his side. 

- From what he understood from those conversations, you had serious reasons found through different means of research to consider his theory. You commented with him some of the inconsistencies found in the evidence of the Pierce case and linked those with other alternative interpretations in some of the previous murders. As well, you shared some of the in lore research pointing to a twisted turn for the famous link between voodoo and the ritualistic use of dolls. 

- By the time he agreed to meet for the interview you were almost like online friends and that made him quite nervous. He enjoyed chatting with you and you seemed so passionate, never pushing any boundaries but always willing to share stuff showing him that you had no intentions of making fun of him. 

- He also happened to find you very cute through your posted pictures and that didn’t help at all. The initial arrangement to see you was meeting somewhere else and only if being completely sure about it he would show you later the Chucky head hidden in his cabin. 

- Although he didn’t have to, he wanted so badly to impress you with his answers. It wasn’t a date, but Andy felt like that because he liked you. 

Blurb: 

“ I had no idea that there were universities for this stuff.” He shyly commented after the initial salutes. “ So, from all the mysteries out there, you have chosen Chucky as the one you want to solve.” 

“ Possessed dolls are a fascinating phenomena. I have personally met some of the most worldwide famous ones.” You calmly explained to him. “ I even traveled to Japan and visited Okiku. She truly grows real hair!” 

He was smiling out of pure amazement, realizing that it was most likely you were going to believe him for real. 

“ Does she?” 

“ Absolutely! And she is completely harmless, just a sweet little girl receiving visitors. Of course, not all of them are so lovely. There is Annabelle, said to be the artifact mediating an attempt of demonic possession… and I believe your Chucky shares a similar nature.” 

You made a brief pause and he catched a glimpse of nervously on your part as well. 

“ To be honest, the fact that Chucky is still treated like a joke even in the researching circles investigating other dolls like him is extremely unfair. I want to change that and I believe I can open the way for an entire new field of investigation. I dream of creating a commission entirely dedicated to him.” 

Andy was in absolute disbelief and he couldn’t hide it. 

“ No way! Why would anyone want to do that? Nobody in thirty years has believed a single word I said.” 

“ If I can prove that the doll head is authentic, it should be in a paranormal museum with all kinds of experts doing testing on it. “ You insisted, with excitement. “ What I am about to say is going to sound weird, but I think it needs to be said anyways. “ 

He chuckled and you couldn’t help smiling although you knew that you were going to be awkward. 

“ Andy, I am your biggest fan… but not in the typical meaning of fanaticism. “ You shyly commented. “ Just as historians develop an intense bond with certain historical personalities, being in this field makes you relate to urban legends. I’m fascinated with your story and I want to help you get truly heard. Hell, I'm convinced that you are a hero! I can’t offer the kind of credibility that would be accepted in courts, but if we get attention in the researching community we may accomplish something in circles of people who believe in the paranormal. “ 

His mind went blank for a brief instant, making his answer get delayed while blush was becoming visible in his sweet looking face. 

“... A hero, you said?” 

[valleyfthdolls]

The tags u put on my vanny post are so awesome, would you b willing to share more about ur self insert? They sound so silly and interesting tbh

YEAA

I don't have any art of him, but his name is Andrew Cassidy (my go to for myself inserts tbh), and he's been an employee of Fazbear Entertainment for *checks notes* almost 50 years. And he's been 19 the whole time. That's, uh. normal.

Andrew (Andy for short) is a young adult who got a job at Freddy Fazbear's in 1987 (born in 1979) because of a fascination with animatronics. He worked the day shift the first few weeks because he didn't have the qualifications to be a mechanic, and he used his first few paychecks to buy a Teddy Ruxpin because he has the animatronic autism. After one of the night guards left complaining about the animatronics "hunting them down," the position became open, and Andy, idiot that he is, sprung for the night shift because "at least it's one way to work hands on with the animatronics."

He didn't have too much of a problem for a while because he treated the animatronics with so much care, but of course, they were still aggressive and dangerous to him. Eventually, during his attempts at survival, Charlie's spirit made herself known through the arcade games, and Andy was horrified to think that these things could be a vessel for something so cruel. In hopes of figuring out what had happened to these kids and if he could help them, Andy planned to investigate the hauntings and criminal history surrounding this place. When Afton became aware of this, he knew he had to stop Andy from making any progress- anything or anyone that could give away what he was doing was a massive threat. As such, he came to the pizzeria the night that Andy was planning to try to contact the spirits, and killed him before he could do anything.

Confused and unable to process what happened, Andy's spirit was stuck in the pizzeria, where he began to find out about the missing children and the dark history of the company he had idolized. Continuing to manifest as a corporeal entity, Andy did the only thing he could think of to understand the company and keep an eye on the children, and kept applying and registering for jobs, working for decades as a security guard in cahoots with the missing children. He treats the kids like younger siblings, and while he was glad when they eventually found peace, it was saddening for him to see them go. However, at this point, he had gotten so wrapped up in Fazbear Entertainment that when he was given the chance to move on, he just said "eh" and kept fucking sticking around.

He has a tendency to get emotionally attached to the animatronics- especially those which house scared, angry and vengeful spirits- and is one of the more reliable members of the faculty as he treats the animatronics very carefully. (Again, especially when there's a kid inside. He wants the best for those kids)

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

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Chapter 37 - Caught in the rain. Episode 1.

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

Andy: It was 24 hours before the wedding, and the past 2 days things had been weird in the house. Well not super weird like after Evan's dad walking in on us, but there were definitely a weirdness fog surrounding our house. And I was just about fed up with it. Yes, I get it. I was once straight too remember? I have been in the same position quite a few times, letting your guards down, cause you needed to. And then ending up feeling awkward about it afterwards. But it was 24hours count down for my re-wedding day, and I would prefer things would be a little less…. tense 24 hours from now… I had to do something since Congo and Evan seemed to mostly avoid contact. So, after a grocery run I had told them I didn't get enough beers for the wedding since it was too heavy, and convinced them both to join me for a second trip to the grocery store. What they didn't know was I had bought more than plenty beers, and they were all loaded on Congo's truck, but it was the perfect excuse for me to get them both out of the house, and execute my evil plan. It was dark, and just before closing time, so they started questioning my intentions as I suddenly made a detour, driving towards the beach instead. I was thankful when I 5 minutes later parked the car and got out of it, the air in the car was so tense, it nearly gave me a headache! Alright you two! Get out of the car! I glared at the both of them and smiled satisfied as they slowly got out I need you both to do me a favor… I looked at Evan who grunted softly and stuck his hands in his pockets

Congo: He looked at his watch and sighed softly Andy, it's getting late… we need to get going in order to make it to the store before they close.

Andy: Yeah, about that… follow me please! I started walking across the small parking lot and down onto the sand Guys! As I turned around I saw them both following up. As they reached me by the sand, they both looked at me suspiciously, so I decided to make a bail, and started padding my pockets Shit! I forgot my cigs! I'll just I pointed towards my car stay here! I turned around and started jogging towards the car

Evan: Andy!… you can have one of mine…

Andy: Nah, I'm good… As I reached the car and started it, I observed their faces, as they realised I was going to leave them there, and I can honestly say I was happy I was far away! Congo looked like he was about to give up, but Evan… Evan looked like he was either gonna burst out crying… or strangle me. I drove close to them and rolled down my window, yelling at them in a teasing voice Ey! You two patch this shit up! Or you're both uninvited for my wedding tomorrow! I'll pick you up in 30 minutes, that should be enough to swallow your pride! I snickered as I drove off, watching them in the mirror, turning smaller and smaller as they stood there in disbelief, observing my car drive away. I gotta say, it kinda felt good… but I also felt shitty for leaving them there. But something had to be done!

------Congo's point of view--------

Congo: I sighed deep as I could no longer see the car and half smiled at Evan I'll take one of those cigs if you're still offering?

Evan: He shook his head softly, grabbed his cigs from his jeans pocket and handed me one, lighting one himself

Congo: There's a bench over there I pointed about 12-14 meters ahead of us Let's sit down at least?

Evan: He nodded softly but tried his best to avoid eye contact

Congo: As we had been sitting on the bench for about 5 minutes, trapped in dead silence, I cleared my throat and spoke in a lowered warm voice, keeping my eyes firmly planted on the sea Evan… I… I know I said we could pretend it never happened, and we never had to speak about it… but… I think it's safe to say things has gotten tense between us, and I'm pretty sure that's why we got ditched here. I only did what I did to try to help you, I hope you know that. I assumed it was what you wanted at that given moment, and I just wanna be clear, for me it has not changed a single thing between us. I do not expect more from you, it was a casual stress relief, nothing less, nothing more. At least from my side. I was just trying my best to help.

Evan: 5 minutes went, and still he said nothing, I felt like the silence was so thick I could almost taste it

Congo: I looked up at the sky as a lightning pierced the darkness, followed by a loud roaring thunder. And then… rain! It was as if the ocean had become the sky, and decided to leak! In a matter of seconds we were soaked! I looked around us, desperately trying to find somewhere we could take cover from the rain, and sighed relieved as I saw one of those life guard houses lifted from the ground on wooden beams. We could easily stand tall under it, so I pointed towards it and yelled at Evan There!! Over there!!! The life guard house!!!

Evan: WHAT???

Congo: The life guard house!!

Evan: I can't see!! I got fucking eyeliner in my eyes!! GOD!!! It stings!!!

Congo: I turned my head and looked at him, he was all black around and under his eyes, black lines travelling down his wet cheeks. He looked like a mess, and he kept blinking his clearly stinging eyes Come here! Without further notice I grabbed his hand tight and started running fast, dragging him after me, chuckling warmly as we few seconds later reached the shelter under the small wooden house. I gasped for air a few times and turned around to look at Evan Are you okay?

Evan: His eyes was barely open at this point, and he sighed from pain Not exactly… ahh! He frowned lightly and grunted

Congo: Come here I smiled softly and grabbed a pack of paper tissues from my jeans pocket, sighing relieved as I saw they were still dry Alright… lean your head backwards please, and try to open your eyes as much as possible.

Evan: He grunted softly and did as I said. His eyes were very red as I looked into them

Congo: Alright… hold still… I gently dried the soft papers under his eyes, trying my best to get the worst of the black mess off, without touching his sore eyes too much. Once I was done I repeated process on the eyelids and around the eye area, smiling softly as I was done There… that should help… hopefully. I gazed into his brown eyes, I never fully noticed the outer circle of his iris being THAT green… but here, up close, even in the darkness I could definitely see a nice forest green color. I smiled softly as I noticed I was starring Are you better now?

Evan: He nodded softly Yeah…

Congo: I chuckled softly as I removed a wet strand of hair from his cheek We're soaked!

Evan: He nodded agreeing and stuck his hands in his pockets I'm fucking freezing!!

Congo: I looked at him a bit hesitant Maybe I shouldn't?

Evan: He looked at me with no certain expression

Congo: I sighed softly… well here goes nothing, I guess.. I planted a firm hand on his shoulder, dragging him closer to me, and as he was only few cm's away from me, I wrapped my arms tight around him, dragging him close to my body. I sighed relieved as he didn't struggle, but instead buried his face at my neck. We stood there about 10 minutes before I spoke in a lowered voice How are you?

Evan: He sighed deeply Not good.

Congo: I gently rubbed his back a bit Still freezing, or is there more?

Evan: Both…

Congo: Is there something I can do?

Evan: He shook her head lightly No… I'm sorry I'm acting weird. I do remember everything….I don't regret, it's not like that at all… I just… I don't understand. I don't have feelings for you…. I'm not gay…. I just….

Congo: I squeezed him a bit tighter

Evan: I have had casual sex with females before… or casual handjobs…. uh…. he grunted softly I just can't figure this out since you're a guy. he paused a bit and I could feel him shiver from the cold Where do we go from here?

Congo: I sighed softly First of, we didn't have sex…. so don't think of it like that… it might be easier to swallow if you see it as me and Andy simply helped you relax. That's all. Yes, I touched you… in a sexual way… but there were no body fluids exchanged in the process. It was more an extension of my hug so to speak. You needed more than a hug…. so I provided you with what you needed. You and I are still on the same page, don't worry. You and Andy are a couple, me and Andy are a couple… and you and I are family, right?

Evan: He nodded softly

Congo: I squeezed him a bit again Are we okay then?

Evan: Yeah… thank you.

Congo: I chuckled warmly No need to thank me. If we don't fix this, he might just leave us here the whole night! Speaking of, he should be here by now… I looked at my watch… yeah, he should have been here 5 minutes ago. I looked out on the rain, hoping he was okay. I would be hard to drive in this much rain, even for a skilled driver like Andy.

Evan: He looked up at me with worried eyes You think he's okay?

Congo: Yeah… just relax, he will be here any minute now, I'm sure.

Evan: I felt him starting to shake more

Congo: Evan… you need to relax. Take a deep breath, please.

Evan: I can't! I feel like he let go of me and backed a few meters I feel like I can't breathe! What if something happened to him? Should we go after him?

Congo: Evan… first of we don't know where he went, so it wouldn't make sense to go after him… secondly if we leave, he can't find us when he shows up, and it will all end in a mess. You have to try to calm yourself down, please. I took a few steps forwards and planted my hands on his shoulders, squeezing them gently Breathe…. just breathe.

Evan: I can't!

Congo: Evan… listen to me, please. You're having a panic attack, I know this from Andy. There's nothing wrong with you, and you can breathe just fine. Just calm down, okay? Trust me.

Evan: I can't! I can't! His legs started shaking as he started sobbing, and he lowered himself to sit on the sand, sobbing so much his whole body followed up on the shaking

Congo: Evan… please…

Evan: I can't breathe! Fuck!! I don't wanna die! Please!! I looked into his terrified eyes

Congo: Come here I sat down next to him, wrapping my arms and legs tight around him, rubbing his back in a soothing way Everything is gonna be okay, I promise you sweety… everything will be okay. Just let it all out.

Evan: He sobbed loudly and pressed himself hard against me, as if he wanted to hide from whatever he was scared of

Congo: Shhh shhh, I got you… I got you…

Evan: Please don't let go!

Congo: I won't… I promise… I wont. We sat there about 2 minutes before I spotted the car lights as Andy parked the car and honked his horn a few times Alright… that's our ride. Let's go home, huh?

Evan: As I got no answer beside a soft sniffling from his nose, I slowly stood up, lifting him along the way, wrapping his legs around my waist, and started a slow run towards the car, smiling softly as Andy got out from the passenger seat to open the back door for us

Andy: I'm fucking sorry! I lost track of time!

Congo: It's alright sweetheart… we're okay! I quickly lifted Evan in on the back seat and jumped in next to him, slamming the door after me, smiling softly as Andy got in on the other side of Evan, then took a look at the front seat where Gaby was sitting behind the wheel Oh… so you're the driver?

Gaby: Nodded in the mirror Good evening guys! Yeah, I needed a car, and George weren't home. So I called you, but there were no reception… So I tried Andy and got a hold of him. As he picked me up it started raining, so we had to do my business a bit slower than intended… and suddenly time flew by. I apologize… hope you weren't too worried?

Congo: I smiled warmly We will manage, Gabriella… don't worry.

Andy: Wrapped a blanket around Evan's shoulders and looked at me with an apologizing smile There's only one in my car..

Congo: It's alright sweetheart… my body heat is higher, I will be fine on the short drive.

Evan: His teeth were clapping, and his whole body was trembling like leaves in the wind

Congo: I wrapped an arm around his shoulder, and so did Andy Alright, let's get you home!

Gaby: Is he okay?

Congo: Yeah I smiled at her softly in the mirror a panic attack, nothing we can't handle.

Gaby: She nodded at me with a cheeky smile You know, sex is a brilliant way to lose tension. Maybe one of you should give him a blowjob?

Andy: Bit his lips Gaby! Not the right time to give sexual advice! He moaned softly, and I could see he was cursing on the inside

Congo: I chuckled softly and smiled at the sexologist in the mirror as she shook her head

Gaby: Just pretend I'm not here. I won't look, I promise. She chuckled softly, started the car, and after orientating herself a bit in the rain, she started driving slowly It will take a while guys… the rain is getting stronger, I can barely see where I am driving. So… you have plenty time to loosen up back there… she chuckled softly as I sent her a soft glare in the mirror Alright, I'll stop teasing. She turned on the radio, and started tabbing her long nails on the starring wheel at the rhythm of the song

Andy: He looked at me with a worried smile Are you okay?

Congo: I nodded softly I'm fine, please don't worry about me.

Andy: He nodded and looked at Evan, observing him with a worried frown on his forehead How are you?

Evan: Shook his head and looked most of all like a scared mouse, hunted by a cat

Andy: He's really tense again…

Gaby: I'm not saying anything….

Andy: Look at her with a deep frown, then looked at me hesitating Well, it wouldn't be bad to get him out of the wet clothes soon! Gaby, how long will it take before were home?

Gaby: Looked out the side window I can barely see the road Andy, and it will only get worse as we hit the mountain… So I would say at least 15 minutes!

[stellamancer]

omg omg niku for ur trope mashup game can i request almost kiss + flirting under fire for the love of your life gooj???

ANDIE.

when i saw ur lil bird pfp i thought you'd come into my inbox to ask about the love of your life shouto todoroki AND YET YOU ARE HERE ASKING ME ABOUT THE BLUE EYED MONSTER!!!!

gojo x reader -> almost kiss + flirting under fire

the gojo hater that runs strong in my blood wants flirting to be like more akin to banter in which gojo is flirting with you and you are just like "will you please shut up and focus on the fight?"

oh. even though i'm a very big enemies to lovers kind of girlie, i think that the implication of flirting under fire is that the two people flirting are allies. so we're going with that.

though, i guess at the same time, any fight that gojo's involved in would be him curbstomping huh. so it's probably a larger scale fight. i'd say in an enclosed area though, so you can flirt. or he can flirt with you. but you know also exorcising a bunch of curses in an infested building and the whole conversation taking over the phone (complete with bluetooth- i think reader would be wearing one but mr. strongest sorcerer can get away with holding his phone up to his ear. die fucker.)

okay okay, so that's the setting there, now for the kiss. almost kiss. uhhhhh. i feel like gojo's infinity is an obstacle here. i mean obviously if reader tried to kiss him, because they most definitely would not, then it would be an almost kiss no matter what if he keeps that damn thing up. on the flip side, it could also be an almost kiss where he's leaning in and about to kiss you, and then you remember it's fucking gojo and you'd rather die than kiss him. given the established dynamic, i doubt either of them are gonna like have a celebratory almost kiss lmao.

so i guess it would be one of two ways: first, reader and gojo meet up in some big final battle arena (let's say this is a school so like a gym or a courtyard) and either:

Reader is thrown back by an attack and lands on their back and Gojo appears and he's like checking to make sure you're okay, but he's like leaning in super close and he keeps getting closer and your brain stops working and you think maybe he's gonna kiss you for whatever reason (either Gojo can tell and is doing it to tease you or he's just doing it for shits and giggles) and then another curse appears behind him and like you open your mouth to try and tell him or whatever but gojo is not letting this curse ruin his bit, so he, while maintaining eye contact, still looking like he's gonna kiss you, tosses a hand up and blasts that thing out of the sky. guts rain everywhere, but he uses infinity so you don't get sprayed in curse guts. how nice of him. probably didn't want his expensive ass clothes to get dirty. just when you think you're gonna kiss he strands up straight and cheers that everything's done and you're just stuck with a racing heart lmao.

reader is flung by the curse toward gojo and instead of letting you slam into infinity like a frisbee he turns it off and catches you, but the curse threw you with enough force to make him fall over when he catches you in his arms. you shift and notice your lips are super close and your brain slides into dumbass mode and you're thinking about how you could almost be kissing, but then the curse roars or whatever behind you and you try to jump up to go finish it off, but gojo holds u still in with one of his huge ass hands and blasts it with the other. curse is gone. you're still in position to kiss. you kinda wanna, cuz you're still kinda raring to go, but then idk you don't??? because it's gotta be an almost kiss. maybe you get a phone call that freaks you out and you jump off him and run to answer the phone.

both endings sound fun. i think lmao. so either could work.

[send me a ship and two fic tropes and i'll tell you how i'll mash 'em up]

[neverhangd]

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I don’t know what the fuck to think of him. By rights, I should be dead. Stowed aboard, challenged his authority—all while already halfway to death, mind—to say nothing of breaking his nose…anyone else would’ve told me to catch their bullet with my teeth, and there he is debating how long to wait before untying me. He knows enough about me to know my father, and worse, he knows Andy even existed. Even without the details, that’s pretty damming.

I’m impressed—gobsmacked, more like—but somehow I doubt he’d care much if that factors in. Sort of a given when you’re in his position, ain’t it?

…more. for the fun of it.

He’s going to goddamn ruin me if I’m not careful about this. You’d reaaaaallyyyyy think I would’ve learned by now that falling for pirates doesn’t end well, but here we are. It’s fine. I keep a lid on this, and it’s fine. It goes away. Eventually I can make eye contact and breathe at the same time. I lucked out his face is so messed up. Gives me a plausible reason to be caught staring. And…not even close to staring. Just don’t think about him. And don’t get caught alone with him. That way I don’t say anything stupid and I stay aboard in an officer’s position. Try not to imagine other positions to get caught in. Oooooh, this is going to be a problem.

…

The things I would do to get at that man’s cock….

[lunar-order-archivist]

Alpha 1: all call signs, report in

Alpha 2: Alpha 2 signing in

Alpha 3: Alpha 3 signing in 

Alpha 4: Alpha 4 signing in

Alpha 5: Alpha 5 signing in

Alpha 1 to control: permission to begin the exercise? 

Control: both squads in position, permission granted

Alpha 1 back on local coms: Alright beta squad should be somewhere in the belt, find them and score your shots, this year victory will be ours

Alpha 2-5: sir yes sir

Alpha 1: fan out and search for them, make sure to radio in if you got contact

[Systems show Alpha squad split off at this point]

[Transcriber note: no transmissions for approximately 13 minutes]

Alpha 3: captain! I- ahhh-

Alpha 1: Alpha 3 check in… Alpha 3 do you copy?

Alpha 3: sorry captain, something got in the cockpit and I may have… over reacted. It's dealt with now

Alpha 2: did little Johnny get scared by a bug

Alpha 5: cut him some slack, maybe it was a little butterfly

Alpha 2, 4, and 5: [laughter]

Alpha 1: quite! Keep this channel clear,  use proper call signs, and focus on the mission!

Alpha 1 on a private channel to Alpha 3: may I have word

Alpha 3 on private channel: what's up cap?

Alpha 1: you doing ok? I know Ann was on one of the outer colonies, I can't imagine it's been easy

Alpha 3: obviously I've done better, but I could ask you the same Andy, she was your sister after all. 

Alpha 1: I have to have hope, atleast that's what the shrink tells me to do, have you been going as ordered?

Alpha 3: what hope? The investigation vessel has had more than enough time to get there and even back, yet nothing from them in all this time. Something happened, I just know it. And given we would have noticed anything else… something attacked. It attacked and wiped everyone out.

Alpha 1: look, Johnny, we don't know that. Maybe… maybe they are having tech issues or some-

Alpha 5 in a private channel: cap? You talking to Johnson?

Alpha 1 privately to Alpha 3: one second

Alpha 1 privately to Alpha 5: call signs 5. 

Alpha 5: sorry sir but it is important that you answer the question. 

Alpha 1: not that you need to know but yes

Alpha 5: that's not Johnson sir

Alpha 1: what in the Spot's name are you talking about?!

Alpha 5: look we joke but we all are worried about him so I decided to quickly swing by to check on him and I see him, but I got to him and... his ship's cockpit looks to have been torn open sir. there is no way he survived

Alpha 1: that's impossible, I've known him since we were kids, I think I'd know if he wasn't him

Alpha 5: look, just check, cause I'd love to be wrong, but I know our ships and that is Johnson's

Alpha 1 switches back to Alpha 3's channel: sorry about that. 

Alpha 3: it's fine, what was that about? Something about the mission?

Alpha 1: one of the men saying you aren't you. Ridiculous right?... [sigh] look it's going to be in the back of my head till it's dealt with so just, tell me something only you would know

Alpha 3: uh, alright… you got drunk at me and Ann's wedding and passed out on our bed forcing us to spend our wedding night at a hotel

Alpha 1: too many people were there. Something only you would know. 

Alpha 3: uh… oh! You may want to omit this from the record though 

Alpha 1: I'll ask when we get back

Alpha 3: Alright. In seventh grade you wet your pants but to cover for you I swapped pants with you so you could save face for your crush and I promised to take it to my grave

Alpha 1: yeah yep, it's you. Got me worried over nothing

Alpha 3: hey cut Noah some slack, maybe he had family at the colonies too, probably projecting the fear onto us

Alpha 1: eh, maybe. We really should focus back on the… when did I say who told me?

??? on private channel for Alpha 3: thank you for identifying an error in my linguistic predictive algorithms. This error will hopefully be corrected in future iterations[transcriber note: the unknown entity's voice is clearly mechanical and monotone, lacking any emotional inflection]

Alpha 1: what did you do to Johnson?!

???: I killed him and imitated his voice on your com network. 

Beta 1 on Alpha 3's channel: just as

Beta 2 on Alpha 3's channel: I did

Beta 3 on Alpha 3's channel: with 

Beta 4 on Alpha 3's channel: beta

Beta 5 on Alpha 3's channel: squad

Alpha 1 on open channel: unknown hostile entity! I give full authorization to use live fire on it! I repeat you have authorization to use live fire on it!

Alpha 1 to control: control this is Alpha 1 we have an unknown hostile entity! It claims to have already killed beta squad an- and Alpha 3, requesting immediate reinforcements

??? on control channel: do you think I wouldn't block communications with command? Though currently they are wondering what happened, after all they lost contact shortly before you reached the belt

Alpha 2 on open channel: I think I see it! [Sound of missile launch] it dodged. From what I can tell it has some form of cloaking tech, not perfect but it can blend into the void and hide in crater shadows. It's also fast, but didn't seem to actually fly, more launching itself between the rocks

??? on open channels: Astute observation Jeremy, really showing why you scored so high on that vision test

Alpha 2: what is that? How does it know my name and that I did well on my vision test?

???: I am Delphi, I am a predictive program meant to gather information and predict future outcomes, identifying who you were and your vision test results were quite simple given the data I have. 

Alpha 5: captain!

Alpha 1: it's in the coms I know, don't trust anything you hear over coms if you don't have to, group up and rely on visual communication if you can

Delphi on private channel: clever attempt to thwart my attempts to disrupt communications. Unnecessary but clever.

Alpha 1 on Delphi's private channel: of? And why is it unnecessary?

Delphi: how many of them are still actually alive?

[Transcriber note: about 30 seconds of silence between these transmissions]

Alpha 1: you're not getting into my head

Delphi: incorrect but you won't realize for a bit

Alpha 1 on open coms: Sign in

Alpha 2: Alpha 2 signing in

Alpha 3: Alpha 3 signing in 

Alpha 4: Alpha 4 signing in

Alpha 5: Alpha 5 signing in

Beta 1: Beta 1 signing in

Beta 2: Beta 2 signing in

Beta 3: Beta 3 signing in 

Beta 4: Beta 4 signing in

Beta 5: Beta 5 signing in

Delphi: Delphi signing in

Alpha 1: not you Delphi!

Delphi: sorry,

Alpha 2 on Alpha 3's channel: I figured

Alpha 5 on Beta 1's channel: you'd like

Alpha 1 on Beta 2's channel: to hear all their voices

Alpha 2 on Alpha 5's channel: one

Alpha 4: last

Alpha 3: time

Alpha 1: there you are! [System shows launching of all 10 missile] [transcriber note: silence for approximately 10 seconds] Alright, everyone sign in

Delphi: congratulations, you've destroyed one unit

Alpha 1: everyone sign in! Hello! Listen to your commanding officer and sign in!

Delphi: you are alone. You are out of missiles. You only destroyed one unit

Alpha 1: what!?! [Systems show damage to ship detected on upper surface of starboard wing] get off my ship!

Delphi: after dealing with you I will deal with your world, just as I did to your friend, just as I did to your squad, just as I did that investigative vessel, and just as I did to that colony world with your sister

Alpha 1: go to hell [systems show start of activation of short range n-space drive]

[System error. Communication recorder disconnected from ship ending recording]

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Debris field S18F2

 local designation The Belt

Calculation accuracy…………………..….….93.1%

Success rate………………………………..…100%

     Organic life killed……………………….…90%

     Organic life captured for analysis….….….0%

     Organic life escaped……………….………0%

     Organic life released ……………….………10%

Unit casualties………………………………….33.33%

     Repairable…………………………….…….0%

     Salvageable………………………..…..33.33%

     Unsalvageable……………………….……0%

Duration….  23 minutes 25 seconds

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Decorated pilot accused of treason

Decorated system fighter pilot Captain Andrew Brax returned from a routine training exercise today the lone survivor of the 10 man exercise. Brax claims his men and the the members of the opposing squad were all killed by an unidentified entity claiming to go by Delphi. However authorities are doubting Brax's story as he cut contact shortly after leaving the atmosphere and it appears that his fighter's recorder was intentionally removed and his ship shows damage not to dissimilar to those sustained by glancing blows of their missiles. Speaking of, authorities also claim all of Brax's missiles appear to have been fired leading many to believe Brax murdered the other pilots.

Some experts claim Brax may have killed his comrades in a fit of grief over the loss of his sister, Dr Annabel Kodyn, who was also the wife of Ensign Johnson Kodyn, one of the pilots Brax is accused of killing. It's also a possibility Brax made up this "Delphi" as a coping mechanism to deal with the guilt of killing his own men

Such a tragedy is a reminder to not let grief cloud your judgment in these trying times. May those who've lost their lives always be remembered and may they find peace in the next life

Lost but not forgotten 

Ensign Jeremy Brodin Ensign Johnson Kodyn Ensign Caroline Zaid Ensign Noah Brayeden Captain Simon Alefret Ensign Lewis Callam Ensign Duncan Grald Ensign Joakim Cartr Ensign Tomas Augun

The ball sat on the table, its central lense blankly staring out. Private Conners could almost call it cute, if he hadn't seen it casually kill the rest of his squad with its buddies. Turns out even something the size and general shape of a basketball could be deadly with an energy weapon and taser. Conners' commander had sent him and the bot to his higher ups after the attack, who sent them to their higher ups and so on and so forth until here he sat, looking at the blasted ball in the underground complex of the central command of the entire planetary defense force. He looked at it and as his eyes looked over the bullet hole he couldn't help but smile. One shot and he took it out and the others scattered.

The door opened "sorry for the delay, I've got other assignments that also required my attention" the researcher walked in looking over a clipboard and began carefully rolling the ball on the table looking for an access hatch "so, according to your filed report there were 5 of these things correct?"

"Yes, only five"

"And they took out an entire armed squad of trained soldiers?" A hint of awe slipped in with the confirming question

"I was the only surviving member of my squad"

"Hm, right. sorry for your loss"

"Just tell me that you can figure out how to make sure the other four can't hurt anyone else"

"Of course." The doctor, having failed to find access, walked over to the wall mounted coms and sent out a message for someone to bring him something to make one "what happened here?" He pointed a manipulator sticking out of the bottom of the machine that was clearly broken

"Had a gun, it was attached, I hit it till it wasn't attached"

"Did you-"

"They sent it separately to evidence"

"Of course. I'll make sure to check it out after this" the researcher rolled it to look at its only wound. "So how'd you take it down when the others couldn't?" Pointing to the hole

"most of the shots ricocheted off but I saw a small dent, pure luck I guess, and shot it, I always was a good shot. And then it dropped, the others scattered" Conners tried not to think about if he had only seen the dent sooner

The researcher pulled up the digital report of the incident "according to this the conflict only last 3 minutes. Is that right?"

"Don't know. It feels like it happened so fast yet lasted forever" 

"Understandable. But we will figure out how to take them out and avenge your fallen allies"

[Inaccurate] both jumped back as a voice emanated from the ball who's eyes whired into focus and engines rose it to eye level

The doctor leveled their pistol at the target "who or what are are?!"

The drone looked at them seemingly unfazed by the gun aimed at it [I am Delphi an AI designed by Olympian Calculitics]

"What do you want?"

[My directive is the collection and analysis of data for the purposes of creating an algorithm for predicting future events]

"Why did you attack those soldiers?"

[Problem: I detected variables that disrupted my calculations. Analysis: Those variables were generated by organic life. Solution: remove the source of the variables]

"Well you're unarmed and trapped now and soon we'll scrap your four buddies!" Conners hadn't been permitted to bring in a weapon so he held his chair up ready to swing

[Inaccurate]

The doctor looked at the device "co-would you illaberate?"

[Restructuring of vocabulary unnecessarily.] The orb swivled in place from the researcher to look towards the private [only this unit is disarmed and is only detained as part of the plan. Additionally more than 5 units are currently active]

"What plan?"

"How many are there?" The doctor and private spoke over each other 

[Currently 547 units are active with more being produced at an accelerating rate.] Swivels back to the researcher [current plan involves using the tracking beacon in this unit to locate and eliminate central command of the planetary defense force]

The doctor ran for a coms panel on a nearby wall

"Why are you telling us this?" Conners said as he stepped forward, chair raised

[Because the power cells within my weapons should critically decay now]

The entire facility shook from a explosion below just as the doctor reached the console 

Conners pushed himself up off the floor "well they know something is up now"

[Correct. However extent of central command facility identified. Please remain where you are] more explosions above send rubble tumbling down, all of it barely missing Conners by inches but still thoroughly trapping him

It was hours before someone found him and he felt hope until he saw the large uncaring lenses of one of Delphi's scouts looking down at him

"Why did you save me?"

[You contain potentially valuable data which could not be retrieve reliably if you were dead]

Conners prepared himself for torture, but there was no way he was prepared for an unanesthetized biopsy 

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Planet S2P4

 local designation Disortia

Calculation accuracy…………………..….….99.3%

Success rate………………………………..…99.2%

     Organic life killed……………………….…98.9%

     Organic life captured for analysis….….….0.3%

     Organic life escaped……………….………0.8%

Unit casualties………………………………….0.5%

     Repairable…………………………….…….0.4%

     Salvageable…………………………..…..0.08%

     Unsalvageable……………………….……0.02%

Duration….4 days 8 hours 53 minutes 26 seconds

[avintagekiss24]

one cup sugar, one cup spice | a. barber

→ pairing: andy barber x black!reader

→ word count: 7074

→ warnings: age gap, corruption kink, innocent reader, daddy kink, pain kink, smut, sex, loss of virginity, vaginal fingering, hand job (male receiving)

→ author note: happy holidays my dudes! what i would do to have andy barber standing in my kitchen... anyway, reader is i n n o c e n t, but totally of age, and in college. as always, line breaks by @firefly-graphics​, gif by @evansensations​

There’s a light dust of white covering the green lawns and black asphalt of the street. You shiver as you follow your parents out towards their car, pulling your beanie down over your ears before you shove your hands into your navy blue Dartmouth hoodie.

“Honey,” your mom coos, turning back towards you as your dad loads the car, “Are you sure you don’t want to come with us? Your aunt has plenty of room.”

“I’m positive,” you laugh, “Aunt Sohpie and I don’t get along that great anyway.”

“Well, you could try a little harder.”

Your mouth drops open, eyes wide as you stare at her, “She called me a stuck up, yuppie bitch when I told her I wasn’t going to stop using deodorant.”

Your dad chuckles, prompting a swift slap to the shoulder from your mother before she turns back towards you, “Sophie is a free spirit. She doesn’t believe in putting chemicals in or on her body. One week of trying to get along won’t hurt you.”

“Oh, it’ll hurt,” you answer, pulling her into a hug, “Smelling her B.O. for a week would actually kill me.”

Your mother tuts, pulling back and slumping her shoulders a little as she squeezes your sides gently, “I don’t want to leave you here alone for Christmas.”

“Oh, stop badgering the girl. She’ll be fine,” your dad cuts in, kissing your forehead when he approaches, “She had a tough semester, she’s allowed some alone time. Be good, baby. I left a credit card on my desk for any emergencies.”

You smile warmly, “Thanks daddy.”

There’s a sound of a door opening, then closing, heavy footsteps against the old wood of the porch next door, “Oh, Andy,” your mom calls towards the neighbor, “You got a minute?”

Your face scrunches as you glance over at your father, who sighs heavy, “Don’t get mad, baby.”

“Why would I get mad?”

“She kinda, you know,” he shrugs, knocking his head back and forth, “Asked the neighbor to look in on you while we’re gone,” when your face drops, he throws up his hands, “I didn’t do it, she did.”

“Mom!” You hiss, flipping your eyes to the tall, dark haired man cutting across his front lawn, “I don’t need a babysitter! I’m twenty years old!”

“Hush,” she whispers, plastering a smile on her face as she wraps her arm around your waist, “Sorry to bother you, Andy.”

“Oh, no, no, no. It’s okay, I was just checking the mail.”

You’re angry and embarrassed as the tall, older man approaches, but a sudden heat blooms across your chilled brown skin. Pushing your glasses up your nose, you take a heavy breath, expelling it hard as you eye him. You’ve only really seen him in passing, throwing your hand up in a friendly wave as you jogged into your childhood home during a long weekend away from school. You only vaguely remember him moving in about a year or two before. Hell, you don’t even think the two of you have uttered anything more than just a neighborly ‘hey’, and now, thanks to your mother, he’s going to be keeping an eye on you.

Just wonderful.

She smiles proudly, “You remember our daughter, right?”

“I do,” he smiles slowly, an intense pair of blue-green eyes bouncing between yours, “We’ve run into each other a few times over the years. How you doin’ kiddo?”

He reaches out, extending a large palm and long fingers. You take it gently, smiling soft as you drop your eyes from his, nerves suddenly pooling in your stomach, “Um, good. Thanks for asking. How um,” you swallow, glancing back up at him, finding his eyes still centered on you, “How are you?”

He shrugs, but keeps your much smaller hand in his, “Can’t complain.”

“Listen, honey,” your mom starts, “I asked Mr. Barber to pop over and check on you every now and again while we’re gone.”

“Mother,” fake laughter filling the air, your face hot from being annoyed to all hell, “I’m not a child, and I’m sure Mr. Barber has better things to do with his time than to check on me constantly.”

“It’s no problem,” he shrugs again, those eyes of his now roaming, down your body, then up again, slowly, “I have the next couple of weeks off myself.”

“Congrats on the promotion, by the way.” Your father smiles, finally drawing Andy’s attention away from you. He nudges your side with his elbow, “Andy’s the new District Attorney.”

You keep your eyes on the tall Andy, sliding them the length of his body. He’s sturdy. Broad shoulders not so hidden underneath his zip up hoodie, clinging to thick biceps. Dark jeans accentuate long legs and a little waist. A perfect, full beard lines his strong jaw and chin. Two enormous hands are shoved into the pockets of his pants, so large that they don’t even fit right… You inhale deep, drawing your bottom lip into your mouth, sinking your teeth into the flesh as a tiny moan slips through.

Blue eyes snap to you again as it sounds. God. Your lips part, eyes widen as they stare back at him in embarrassment. He just smiles again, slow and seemingly knowing; his eyes falling down your frame again.

“We better go if we’re gonna miss traffic, hun.” Your dad’s voice suddenly breaks into your conscience, snapping you out of the small trance that Andy Barber has leveled over you, “Andy, thanks for watching over our baby while we’re gone.”

Andy winks at you, “I won’t hover, I promise. If you need anything, at any time, I’m right next door, okay? Better yet, let me give you my number.”

You nod quick, clearing your throat as you fumble around with your phone, pulling it out of your hoodie and handing it over to him, “Sure, yeah. Th-thank you, Mr. Barber.”

“Andy,” he corrects, reaching out and cupping your elbow gently, “Please.”

Another warmth spreads through you, emanating from the contact, making you giggle and smile nervously like a stupid girl before you get a hold of yourself and blink away. You all exchange another round of pleasantries, Andy wishing your parents a safe trip before he locks eyes with you again— biting his lip as he blinks and hands your phone back before turning away and heading towards his mailbox.

Almost frozen in place, you blink as you watch him move across his grass, forcefully swallowing. You really need to get out more.

One last hug from your mom and dad and you wave as they pull out of the driveway, your mom waving excitedly at you through the windshield. Rolling your eyes, but smiling wide, you return a wave before heading back inside, locking the door behind you before making a brisk b-line to the front door.

Andy’s still outside, pushing the green trash cans up against his garage as you peek out at him from behind the thin, white, door curtains. He throws open one of the lids before dipping his head, eyeing the mail in his hand as he flips through it slowly, tossing the junk into the open can. A pink blush piques on his cheeks and the tip of his nose, lips red with the chill. He looks up suddenly— out of nowhere— and cocks his head, letting another smile curl onto his lips when the two of you make eye contact again.

You gasp and jump back, instantly turning on your heel to run up the stairs towards your bedroom, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

The smell of fresh baked cookies fills the house as you pull a pan from the oven. You hum in satisfaction, a small smile on your face as you scoop the sugar cookies onto the cooling rack before pulling your mom’s Santa Claus mittens off your hands and tossing them to the counter. Last Christmas by Wham plays from the small bluetooth speaker in the corner of the kitchen, A Charlie Brown Christmas on mute playing from the ipad leaning against the utensil holder.

There’s a random crackling from the fire you started in the living room as you move around, a whir from the mixer as it beats the eggs, powdered sugar, vanilla extract, and corn syrup together. You dip your finger into the mixture, popping it into your mouth and groaning as the sweetness explodes on your tongue before you pull the beaters out, slipping your finger down the stainless steel to collect the icing still stuck to them.

A knock sounds from the front door, permeating through the rather quiet house. You lean to the side, blinking at the door as a shadow shifts through the windows on either side. Shoving the icing laden finger into your mouth, you jog towards the door, bare feet heavy against the wood floor.

“One second, one second,” you mumble, wiping your hands on your pale pink cotton shorts before you tug at your hoodie and unlock the door. A sharp inhale of cold air fills your chest when you pull open the door to find one Andy fucking Barber standing on the opposite side, “Oh,” is all you can manage.

“Hey,” he smiles, “It’s been a few days, just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Being a biomedical engineering student, you can rattle off some of the most difficult, obscure words known to man with exactly zero problems. When it comes to social interaction with the hot, forty-something, lawyer next door? Your tongue is heavy, your brain… dumb.

His smile widens as you blink like a moron, his eyebrows climbing up his forehead as he waits for you to talk. Here’s the part where you speak, dumbass! “Um,” you stutter, “Sorry, I, uh, yeah, I’m okay. I’m good, sorry.”

“Smells good in here.”

Nodding, you bite your lip, your eyes everywhere but on his face— his stare just too much, “I’m making cookies.” you glance over your shoulder before you point, “Do you want to make some? I mean,” you slam your eyes closed, “Do you want to try some? Not, some, one, do you— do you want to try one? Or some… I guess… whatever.”

Idiot. You’re a bumbling, stumbling, idiot.

He chuckles, the rumble low and deep as he runs one of those big ass hands through his dark, soft looking hair, “That is the best offer I’ve had all day.”

He steps over the threshold, his fingers brushing over yours as he reaches to close the door. You snatch your hand from it quickly, wringing it within the other as you turn awkwardly and move towards the kitchen, swallowing hard, suddenly hyper aware of how bare your legs are.

“It’s Christmas Eve,” Andy starts from behind you, “I’m surprised to find you here and not out with some friends.”

You move behind the marble topped island in the center of the kitchen as Andy walks around the opposite side. His eyes are on you again, staring as you fumble with the spatula, your fingers going as dumb as your brain, dropping it with a loud clang. You don’t even know why— okay, you know why, but this is something deeper, something you haven’t experienced before.

“Oh,” you shrug, “No, I uh, I just kinda like to stay around the house.”

He nods slowly, “A homebody, huh? Me too.”

He makes you dizzy; his masculinity is intimidating. It fills up every little space in the room. His intelligence— worldly, experienced—  oozes from him. He looks like you could ask him anything, anything, and he’d have the right answer for you. He could teach you a thing or two, that’s for sure.

A shudder creeps through your body, heat blooming across your skin, having to shift on your feet as your stomach flutters while you focus on icing this stupid cookie. The physical space he takes up unnerves you too. That wide, towering frame looming over you. Deft, thick fingers tapping gently against the countertop as you stumble around, your hands shaky.

There’s a stickiness. A warm, little wet spot in the center of your panties as stupid thoughts run through your stupid brain. You’re being ridiculous. Like this grown man would be interested in an inexperienced, socially awkward, in bed by eight thirty, little girl. Get a grip.

You slather some icing over the warm cookie and cautiously hand it towards him, clearing your throat and forcing a smile. Wringing your hands again, you find a little courage to lift your eyes just as he pops the small cookie into his mouth, closing his eyes as he chews slowly, a grunt sounding from deep in his throat.

Every muscle in your body clenches at the sound. It’s gorgeous— and if there’s anything your body appreciates, it’s a gorgeous man with a gorgeous grunt.

“It’s okay?” You squeak, timid and small before you nervously clear your throat.

“Shit, girl,” he moans again, licking his lips as he extends his hand again, “I could eat every single one of these.”

Nervous fingers clutch another cookie, adding a dollop of icing before you hand it over to him, eyes drifting up his chest and to his face as he devours the second treat. Your curious eyes watch with a longing. Pretty, thick, dark eyelashes closing again, splashing across smooth, slightly reddened cheeks. A pink tongue darts out of a wet mouth to slip along an inviting— too inviting— bottom lip, and you zero in on it. Chest rising and falling a little harder as you blink, in your own little world as you imagine just how much experience those lips, that tongue has.

There’s a hint of blue suddenly, his eyes no longer closed, now set squarely on you as those sickenly perfect white teeth emerge with another sly smile.

Another wave of embarrassment pushes through your veins, but you can’t look away from him this time. Locked in a heated stare, mind racing, palms sweaty as you watch Andy dip his index finger into the bowl of icing, scooping the sugary mix onto the pad of his digit.

“You like watching me, huh?”

Your mouth parts to answer, but nothing comes out, mouth and throat suddenly dry. He laughs at you, standing there, dumb and nervous, unable to form a coherent sentence as he pushes the tip of his finger into his mouth, sucking the icing from it slowly.

He’s moving, that much your brain can comprehend. Moving around the island, sliding the bowl of icing right to the edge where he dips his finger again, curling it to collect another glob.

Shallow, shaky breaths escape the small part in your lips, your chest and stomach so tight you’re surprised you can breathe at all. As it is, you have to rest your palm against the marble island, just to keep from falling over.

A long arm slips around your waist, nudging you forward— closer— so close that when one of those shallow, little breaths pushes out, your chest, well, your tits, brush against his. You picked a fine day to go without a bra. He drops his free hand to your waist, pushing it underneath your oversized hoodie to feel your skin as he wraps those long fingers around your hip, giving it a squeeze before he cups your chin.

“You have a boyfriend back at that fancy ass school?” He asks, eyes hooded as he tilts your head upward.

A hum vibrates through your chest before there’s a quick shake of your head as he pushes the icing over your bottom lip, smearing the sugary mix along it. He keeps your chin anchored in his hand as he stares down at you through slits, his own mouth dropping open as he coaxes yours.

“No, a smart girl like you doesn’t have time for boys, does she?” He purrs, “You probably haven’t even been touched by a boy.”

A squeak chokes in your throat as he teases you, pushing that finger back and forth, the tip pushing ever so gently into your mouth. He chuckles again, real low, menacing almost as he knows he has you right where he wants you.

“Ya know,” he starts, thumbs stroking your chin and jaw, “This Christmas cookie frosting would taste a hundred times better on you than my finger.” He smiles again, tilting his head, “Can I see?”

You mewl, pitiful and small as emotion pools in your eyes. You’re overwhelmed— nervous and unsure, wanting to be perfect. Womanly— but surely falling flat.

“Oh, baby,” he laughs, sweeping his thumbs underneath your eyes to catch the hot streaks, “Awww, it’s okay.”

Andy pushes in close, his lips brushing yours as he nuzzles his nose into the crook of yours, a low sound thrumming in his throat. He presses his cheek against your face, the soft hair of his beard pushing along your skin, goosebumps popping up all over. Your bodies start to sway in a slow rhythm, side to side, his warm breath washing over you as he smiles.

He pulls away, eyes traveling your face, “You haven’t even been kissed before?” When you don’t answer, he closes his eyes, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth, “No? Oh, my sweet girl. That is just,” he groans, eyes twinkling with an emotion you don’t even understand, “You are so perfect— so good.”

His forehead comes to rest on yours, his hands still corralling your face, fingers sticky. His tongue darts out quick, licking at your lips, dragging up to the tip of your nose. You shudder, bleating as the rough velvet passes over your mouth.

Andy moans again, sucking the icing into his mouth and swallows slow, “Yum.”

You’re jittery— clammy, as labored breaths push out of your mouth, a murky fog clouding your brain. Shaky whirs tremble through your chest as you shift on your feet, your panties sticking to your now throbbing pussy. Andy closes the distance between your mouths again, his eyes hooded as he nips at you.

Your eyes flutter, closing instinctively— waiting for the claim. It doesn’t come, not right away, making your eyes pop open, a childish whine squeaking out. You even stomp your foot a little. Twenty years is a long enough wait.

“Kiss me,” you breathe, not wasting a second, “Please, Andy—”

The words are barely out of your mouth before he grabs your lips, inhaling deep. His tongue fucks into your mouth, slipping along the roof before massaging yours, sucking lightly. You go limp against him, trying to keep up with the fervent kiss, but soon just let him take full control.

Andy pushes his hips into yours, pressing his hard cock against you, forcing you to break the kiss, gasping deep. He rests his forehead on yours again, tittering as he bites his bottom lip, “Never felt that before, huh? Mmmm,” he groans again, “I bet you feel good. So tight and warm— umph, I’m probably not even going to be able to fit my cock all in.”

You shudder at the thought.

He brushes the tip of his nose against yours, “I gotta open you up a bit, don’t I? Hmm? This sweet little cunt needs to get used to being stuffed full.” He turns you in his hands, presses his burly chest into your back, his lips to your ear, “I want you to finish icing these cookies like a good girl, okay? You do as daddy says.”

You don’t move, you can’t really, as you try to comprehend what’s going on. It takes Andy pushing his crotch into your ass, grinding your hips against the island and literally grabbing your wrists, making your hands grab the butter knife and a cookie before your brain catches up. With shaky fingers, you push the knife through the icing and slather it on one of the small, round, golden brown cookies.

“Good girl,” he praises, pecking your cheek, nuzzling into the side of your face, “Daddy wants you to focus.”

He drags his warm palms up your forearms, stroking gently before they fall to your sides. They push up into your hoodie, fingertips glancing across sensitive, untouched skin. Small laughter vibrates through his chest as you jump and gasp, huffing and keening as he explores.

Little kisses are pressed to your temple and side of your face as his hands venture up your sides, curling around your rib cage until he’s grasping your bare tits in both hands, squeezing and kneading— hissing as he grinds his rigidly hard cock into your ass.

You freeze, body going stiff as nimble fingers play with your thick, piqued nipples. Warm lips nip at your neck as you push back into his hips, wiggling slowly, the thin cotton of your shorts not proving to be much of a barrier at all.

Andy reaches around, plucking the cookie out of your hand and pops it into his mouth just as his free hand skips down your stomach— right into your shorts. You jut your hips forward as his fingers plunge through your folds, massaging your clit slowly as he murmurs in your ear.

“That’s what I love about virgins. The slightest little touch gets you all worked up.” He pulls his hand from your shorts, holding it out for you to see your slick coating his fingers— a string connecting from his index finger to the middle. He brings his wet fingers to your lips, steel eyes peering at you as he waits, “Clean ‘em up.”

He slides his free hand back into your sweatshirt, pushing it up over your tits before he tweaks your left nipple, rolling it slow as he pushes the tips of his fingers into your mouth. Sweet, tiny little whines sound from you as you accept his long fingers into your mouth, starting to suck gently, the taste of your arousal exploding on your tongue.

“That’s right, just like that baby.” He reassures, slipping a hand back into your panties.

Your mouth goes slack around his fingers as he toys with you, rubbing your achy clit as your hips start to move with his rhythm. Resting your weight against his sturdy body, you moan loud, pushing out hard breaths, eyes slipping closed, head rolling on his shoulder as his wet fingers slip from your mouth back to your left nipple.

His fingers start to tease your slit, pushing gently, slowly, until… a sharp yelp fills the kitchen as two fingers stuff you full. Andy wraps his arm around your waist, holding you to him, cooing in your ear as he continues to push in, “You’re okay baby. I know, I know sweet girl, we’re almost there. Just a bit more.”

Tears sting your eyes as your face strains from the pressure and pain of being spread for the first time. Once his fingers have disappeared, the heel of his palm pressing against your folds and clit, he pulls your chin towards him and licks at your mouth, sucking air in between his teeth.

“I can’t wait to fuck this sweet pussy,” he kisses you quick and hard, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth before he releases you with a loud smack, “I love a virgin cunt. It’s been a while since I’ve had one.”

You squeak when his fingers start to move, slow, deep, a squelch sounding as his fingers push into your muscles. It hurts, but there’s a twinge of good, something inside of you being pleasured once you push past the pain. The sweet taste of pleasure doesn’t stop the tears from rolling down your cheeks as his fingers pick up a brisk pace.

Andy growls in your ear, the sound scratching at the back of his throat, kind of hollow and breathy as he grinds his cock into your ass, “You havent fucked yourself like this before? I didn’t think I’d hurt you this bad with just my fingers, baby.”

A hot, rough wetness slides along your cheek, his tongue, lapping at you. You grab onto his forearm, feeling his muscles tense and flex as he fingers your innocence, digging your nails into the thick Shetland wool sweater covering his torso. He pushes deep, suddenly, making you cry out again.

He grunts, snaking his hand up into your hoodie to take a firm hold of your tit. Resting his forehead to the back of your head, he quickens his fingers, his hot breath on the back of your neck, quick swipes of his tongue and lips against your hypersensitive skin— making the miniscule hairs on your body stand on end.

His palm presses against your clit with each shove of his fingers. Strapping, hard chest flattened to your back, loud, husky moans in your ear. His hips roll and push, writhe into yours as his fingers start to thrash. Teeth sink into your shoulder, his tongue sliding and sweeping.

“Andy—” you cry, whimpering like a child, “It hurts. I— I can’t,”

“Oh, sweetheart.” His fingers slow and then stop, pulling out of you to rub your clit, soothing the balmy flesh. He turns you around in his arms as you cry, lifting you right from your feet, “I’m sorry. Shh, shh, I’m sorry, baby.”

The instant warmth of his mammoth chest and arms soothe the tumultuous pangs of anxiety coursing through you. Nuzzling in, the softness of his beard helps ease your nerves as you wrap two jelly arms around his neck. Andy’s big hands push up and down your back as he murmurs sweet nothings. Stomach tight, heart fluttering, face hot and wet with tears— you’re properly overwhelmed and overstimulated, and Andy could just eat it all up.

“You are so pretty when you cry, you know that? You did so good, baby. You took my fingers so well.”

You huff, disappointed, pushing your face deeper into his neck, “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, don’t do that,” he whispers, “It’s okay to not be ready.” He sits you back on your feet, pulling and adjusting your sweatshirt back over your chest. He pecks your lips quick before cupping your face in his hands, “It’s gonna make our first time together so much better.”

He pushes in to kiss you again, but stops, just as his lips brush yours. You get up on your tiptoes, wanting to meet his mouth but he’s quick, pulling away and stealing another cookie as he takes a step back.

“Thanks for the cookies, sweetheart.”

And just like that, with a wink and a smile, he’s moving out of the kitchen, the front door slamming behind him.

It might as well be the middle of a Texas summer heatwave in your bedroom. Exasperated, you throw the covers away from your body, skin slick with sweat as you wipe at your forehead. You’ve been like this all day— hot and irritated, stomach and mind jumbled, unable to focus on much of anything but thoughts of depravity. Pissed off at yourself more than anything; that you couldn’t take it all.

You sit up in the dark room, a sliver of moonlight spilling in from behind the thin curtains over your window. Snow flakes float down from the sky, glimmering, basking in the soft, natural light of the moon. Thoughts of Andy return. Reddened, full lips on your face, his soft, velvety, pink tongue forging its own path in the uncharted territory that is your mouth. His hands, big and warm, pinching and grabbing, pushing in deep.

Every muscle in your body clenches; achy cunt squeezing around nothing.

A soft light illuminates from the nightstand, followed by a buzz, a random alert from your twitter. But then, oh but then— Andy’s words come floating back to you. Better yet, let me give you my number. The sleek iphone is in your hand within seconds, fingers sliding over the keyboard, shooting off a text.

You 1:15am

You up?

Andy B. 1:17am

What’s a smart girl like you doing up so late on Christmas Eve?

An influx of air fills your lungs as your heart leaps.

You 1:17am

I can’t sleep…

Andy B. 1:18am

Want me to help with that?

You won’t be getting much sleep tho…

You 1:18am

That’s what I’m hoping…

Andy B. 1:19am

LOL, okay smarty pants, come wait for Santa with me, front door’s open

You’re already halfway down the stairs by the time his invite slides across the screen. You shove your feet into your Ugg boots at the bottom of the staircase and grab your jacket from the coat rack, pushing into it as you throw open the front door. Crossing your arms over your chest, you jog down the steps of the porch and start for Andy’s, an instant chill rattling right down to your bones.

Footprints in the snow follow you as you cross the lawn, a light crunch sounding underneath your feet, adding to the whoosh of a breeze that rips through the sleepy street. Once you’re on Andy’s porch, you reach for the door, pushing through the threshold and closing it softly with a click.

The house is dark, and quiet, a tiny point of light coming from the kitchen and the random ticks of a clock somewhere deep. Your jacket hits the floor, ugg boots thump against the wall as you kick them off, hand slides along the banister as you climb the stairs slow. Wide eyes adjust to the dark as you pad slowly down the long hall, passing by one closed door, and then another until you reach one that’s slightly ajar. Light spills out of it, splashing over your bare toes as you step right up to it, fingertips pushing against the door.

You find Andy propped up against his headboard, chest bare, legs spread— hard, pink cock sticking out of his boxers, gripped tight in his hand. He flips his eyes to yours as he strokes himself slow, pushing his hips into it, groaning at the sight of you.

The air in your body— the room— is sucked right out as you lock eyes. With a blink, your greedy eyes are on the move, down his hair smattered chest and chiseled stomach, over the dark blue boxer briefs, down his meaty thighs and toned calves, right to his curled toes and back up again.

You have to bite your lip to keep quiet.

“I’ve been,” the words out of his mouth come to a halt being replaced by a low grunt as he squeezes his cock, precum dribbling out of his slit, “Shit sweetheart, I’ve been thinking about you all day. Haven’t been able to cum since you left me all worked up.”

You bleat softly, blinking wild and nervous as you watch his hand slide up and down, palm and fingers sweeping over his mushroom head to collect the droplets of his arousal to push it down his shaft.

“Well, come on. Come touch me.”

It’s a good thing your feet aren’t as stupid as your brain, or else you’d still be standing in place. Before you can get your mind to catch up, you're pulling yourself towards the edge of the bed, falling forward, catching yourself with your hands. Crawling between his legs, your tank top hangs low, Andy’s eyes peering down your cleavage before you sit on your knees— hands trembling.

He reaches for you, grabbing your wrist gently, pulling your hand towards his towering cock. Guiding you slow, he wraps your hand around him, his hips jerking soft at the warmth of your palm and pushes your hand down to his base, before dragging it up to the tip. He helps you for a few more strokes, twisting your hand around him, guiding your fingers up over his cock head and then back down, squeezing your hand to apply a gentle pressure.

“That’s right, baby—ah—” he hisses, jutting his hips up into your hand, “Shit.”

You continue to pump him after his hand falls away, relishing in the small noises that sound from him— sending your heart soaring. His hips pulse into your hand, eyes fluttering as more cum bubbles out, slipping and sliding over your fingers. Andy reaches for the lamp on the nightstand, turning it out, covering the room in darkness except for the moon.

He’s beautiful like this. Chest tight and shuddering with each breath, dark eyelashes splayed over fair skin, a chorus of sweet, small little whines and praise pouring from him. A soft pink blush unfurling over his broad chest, creeping up his neck.

“Fuck baby,” breathless and strained, “You’re a fuckin’ pro already. My smart little girl.” You suck your bottom lip into your mouth but still can’t help the smile that tugs at the corners, “Oh, you like that?” Andy smiles lazily, “You like being my smart little girl?”

Hot lips are on yours before you can even form your mouth to answer. Flipped onto your back, strong hips digging into yours, his cock pushing against your covered clit and slit as he kisses you hard. It takes your breath away.

You’d always thought you’d be awkward, stiff and unknowing, once you finally reached this moment— nothing but teeth and elbows and knees in all the wrong places— but, there’s a natural instinct coming into play. You’re lost, but somehow intricately aware. Fingers creep up his biceps and curl around his shoulder blades, digging in as your hips push back into his. Mouth leans into the feverish kisses, tongue sliding with his.

Colossal hands push into your shorts, pushing them down before his feet knock them off the rest of the way. Your top is rucked up, up over your breasts, exposing more brown skin, two soft, jiggling mounds, two piqued nipples soon sucked into a warm, wet mouth. A long middle finger toys with your clit, rubbing circles before more fingers join, slipping through slick and skin as they play.

“Tell me,” hot, whispered words sting in your ear, “Tell me you like being my smart girl.”

Hips dig into yours once more, hard cock pushing against your sensitive nub, then pressing at your opening. You grab the back of his neck, moaning hard and loud as electricity bounces through your veins, “Andy—” you squeak, “I like—”

A sharp cry breaks through the words as Andy pushes hard, spearing you for the very first time. Pressure and pain courses through you, body going tight and stiff as he sinks deeper and deeper, large palms on your cheeks, forehead to yours, warm breaths and ragged, choked grunts washing over your face.

Hard kisses— one, two, three— on your lips as he holds your face, his eyes closed, mouth hanging as he sinks, sinks, sinks until you’ve taken him all. Your head is empty. Devoid of any real, coherent thoughts, unable to focus on any one thing; well, nothing other than the fullness.

“Tell me you like being my smart girl.” Andy rasps, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth, trying to keep himself together. He shifts, hips pulling away from yours, cock dragging out, “Come on baby, tell me you like it.”

Andy pushes his hips, pushes back into you, but real gentle and smooth, knowing you’re teetering— overwhelmed in more ways than one, a feeling that can turn south on a dime. So, he keeps his hands on your face, thumbs rubbing soft circles. He opens his eyes, giving you something to focus on as he moves gently— so, so gently. Keeping you present.

“Use those words, sweet girl. Talk to me.”

Water fills your eyes as you grip, nails biting into the meat of his sides as he fucks you slow and sweet. Heat burns through you, tiny sounds, choked sobs scratch at the back of your throat, but it’s good— feels so good. Your legs push up and around his waist, hands start to snake up his sinewy back, feeling the muscles flex and tighten as he makes you a woman— makes you his.

Safe. Warm. Cocooned between his heavy body and the light mattress. Hips rolling, pushing and pulling. Hot breath over hot skin. Quick, jumbled words, thick and ripe with a heady lust. You like being his smart girl. Gripping fingers, around your face, your wrists, your tits, hips, thighs, ankles— everywhere you could possibly imagine.

Andy flips you over suddenly, his back now pressed into the mattress as you lay on top of him. He positions you right where he wants you— sitting you up straight, positioning your hands against his brawny chest. He encases your waist with those massive hands, squeezing tight before the pads of his fingers drag along your thighs as you wiggle, getting used to the new position.

“Push up— that’s right, sweetheart,” he sighs softly as you follow his direction, “Now sit back down— slowly, baby, go slow.” His head falls back on the pillows as he exhales, a groan trembling through his chest, “God, yeah babe. Good girl. Up and down, up and down.”

Your fingers push through the tuft of soft, dark hair covering his chest as you ride him, lifting and sitting, rolling and bucking as you get a hang of it— catch a feel— your clit rubbing against his taut skin. You feel Andy trying to keep his composure, feel him trying to restrain himself, his hips. Watch his eyes flutter and close as his mouth goes slack again as he pushes up into you, meeting your increasingly greedy thrusts downward.

“I’m your smart girl,” you whisper, heart beating hard and fast in your chest as your confidence grows, “I’ve always wanted to be your smart girl.”

He jams up into you, much harder than anything you’ve felt so far.

A sharp yelp cracks into the silence and he grabs your wrists, runs his hands up your arms, before he cups your face, “Shhh, shhh, shhh, I’m sorry baby. I didn’t know it was gonna sound so sweet,” he laughs, “God, I fucking love hearing you say that.”

He drops a hand back to your chest, grabbing a handful of your tit, toying with your nipple, pinching and pulling. His other hand wraps around your hip again, helping to pull you forward, as he thrusts soft. You don’t move; you just let him fuck up into you, grab his hands and thread your fingers with his as you bounce.

Thrusts get faster; hips hurried, jabbing. Wet rasps fill the room, octaves soaring. You fall forward a little, unclasping his hands to catch yourself against his chest. Andy’s hands are back around your waist and hips as you fuck down onto him, chasing that little, dull ache in the pit of your stomach that grows with each push of his hips.

Andy has two full handfuls of your ass, growling loud, hips faltering— losing control as he forces you down on him. You take each hard thrust, tears spilling down your cheeks, pleasure and pain all wrapped up into one. Sweat and heat crawls along your skin, stomach goes tight, throat dries. You dig your fingers into his chest as your toes curl, whimpering and crying out, choking as the pressure builds.

You tighten— freeze quick, gasp hard as a white hot orgasm floods your veins, like a molten lava, oozing, spreading. Flattening yourself to Andy’s chest, you let him wrap his arms around your back and hold you tight as he fucks you through it. The meat of his thighs slapping against yours, your cunt sounding wet and filthy, squelching and convulsing as you come.

There’s another heat, quick and dense, filling you as Andy’s grunts grow deeper. His grip on your ass tightens as he spurts— your used cunt coaxing long, hot ribbons of white silk from his sensitive, red cock head. He falls out of you, dick wet and hard, pushing through your ass cheeks as his hips still churn out of habit and inherent instinct.

Hands are on your head, fingers wiping at your face and forehead, pushing hair away. You’re embarrassed— not sure why— and nuzzle into his neck, hiding your face as you tuck your hands into your chest protectively. Another laugh sounds from him, vibrates through you, as he kisses your forehead and rubs his bearded cheek against your face.

“You’re a sweet girl,” honeyed, his voice, smooth and sweet, slow drags of his hands up and down your back lulling you, calming you, suddenly nervous, “My sweet, smart little baby. You okay?” you nod, but it isn’t good enough, “Tell me.”

“I’m okay.” You sniffle, eyelashes clumped, cheeks wet, lips swollen and red.

You nuzzle into him more, taking a deep breath as you listen to his heartbeat. Another silence fills the room, Andy’s breaths soon turn deep, slow and rhythmic, his hands and fingers coming to a slow stop but still splayed out over your back. A quick press of your lips against his neck makes him shift, but doesn’t wake him. You press another on his chin before you settle down into him once more, watching as snow starts to fall again.

There’s a Christmas present sitting at the edge of the bed when you wake the next morning, your name scrawled out on the name tag. You tear into it, pulling out a small white box, the name LELO embossed over the top. Eyebrows firmly furrowed, you turn it over in your hand, mouth falling open as you read the description and eye the two twenty karat gold Ben Wa beads.

Andy appears in the doorway, a steaming cup in his hand, a smile on his face, “Merry Christmas. Santa came for you, huh?”

“Merry Christmas,” you glance away, “I don’t have anything for you.”

“That’s okay,” he shrugs, “I was a bit presumptuous after our little rendezvous in the kitchen— ordered those from Amazon yesterday.” He pads towards you, leaning down to kiss you quick before he hands you the hot mug, “Are you okay?”

A nervous giggle escapes through your lips, your head falling as you cover your mouth with your hand, “Mmhmm.”

Andy tips your head back upwards, pushing his index finger underneath your chin, smiling again before he kisses you all sweet and soft and slow, making you go all stupid and gooey again.

“What are these for?” You ask after he pulls away a few moments later.

His eyes twinkle in the sunlight as he winks, “Training. Now, lay back and spread your legs for daddy, little one.”

[lfc21]

A wingmans broken promise

Trent and Andy - the most precious and well spoken about duo in premie league football. Trent had come into the team and fallen straight into a friendship with Andy and life hadn't looked back since. Andy was a strong character - loud, excited, joyful and most definitely hard to understand but his sister on the other hand was not.

From the moment you came into this world there was a man on the look out for any protection needed towards you. Your older brother Andy was your best friend yet enemy. Being the youngest and the only sister to Andy he became very protective very quickly. You had grown up surrounded by your brothers rules - no boys, no boys and certainly no boys, as soon as you turned 18 things changed. You had developed a relationship with a friend from uni and robbo had no choice but to let it progress but he had to watch the boy hurt you too often. You ended up letting things go and living a single life. As soon as andy moved to liverpool you where right behind him wanting to start your career there, including that you met some of your brothers friends which came with a price. Of course you where going to fancy some of his friends I mean what was not to like? Tall, handsome, fit, well mannered and had there lives sorted out but Andy didn't see that. Andy saw loud, annoying, cocky, arrogant and far less inchoone within there emotions than they actually where. You promised your brother that there was no chance of any relationship progressing but you couldn't tell the future. You had met trent when you where staying at andys for a few days due to house work at your place. Trent was polite, well mannered and showed clear interest in you and you couldn't help but fall for his mannerisms. After your meeting there was a series of messages and calls exchanged between the two of you and the next thing you knew you where sneaking around in a secret relationship you couldn't get out off.

"I wish I could do this everyday" trent mumbled into your shoulder as his fingers ran up and down your naked arm infront of him. The sun was gently coming up and there was no sighn of life except you and him. More often than not you where staying within trents four walls, hidden from the worlds eyes which could end the most magical situation.

"I know babe" you gently whispered back with a smile at the feeling off his skin decorating yours. There was no doubt in your mind that one day you would be doing this with the whole world knowing but as off now this was a secret worth keeping.

"If your brother weren't my mate I'd of told the world by now" trent complained back breaking the contact from your arm and laying down on his bare back. You frowned at the loss of touch from his body.

"We can't though trent" you bitterly said hating every meaning off the word secret in this given moment. You sat up from your position in bed looking at the wall infront of you not liking where this conversation may end up.

"But why can't we? Yes your brother is my mate, Yes he's a teammate of mine but do these things really matter when we have this. What we have is special y/n" trent said abruptly as the antagonising thoughts sat inside his head. He had been keeping a cool head for days, biting his tongue, pretending he weren't hurting and especially not letting himself tell the world about you both.

"Because trent I like the way it is right now! I don't want to tell everyone and the whole world know, do you know how scary that is?" You blurted out right back at him not really understanding the motive he had behind this argument so early in the morning.

"No y/n I don't understand how scary it is because emotions like that sort of go out of the window when you love someone but I'm not a 100% sure if you would know what that's like seems as you obviously have your head in different place" trent bellowed to you letting any sighn of frustration slide off his tongue. You where slightly taken back at the heat this conversation had suddenly discovered in the space of what seemed like two seconds.

"Your pathetic trent" you mumbled clambering out the bed whilst throwing on your hoodie from the night before and some leggings. Trent watched you frantically collect your things from his floor and didn't realise the mess he was making.

"Where are you going?" Trent asked laying on the bed whilst tapping the pads of his fingers against his stomach.

"Home" you mumbled throwing your bag over your shoulder and looking him dead in the eyes. You couldn't stand this conversation with him because more than likely it was going to be you in the pit of hell due to your reluctant behaviour.

"Stop being silly and get back in bed" trent said desperately wanting nothing more than a bicker to happen but he knew his outburst was one to many minutes early causing a rippling effect of an argument.

"I'm not being silly trent I'm being mature and thinking with a clear head which is something you can't do as you have been awake for what 20? 25 mins? And you have already told me your views upon this!" You shouted back pointing between you and him in annoyance. Trent didn't mean for this to happen but all he had to do was own his shit the best way possible.

"What you going to do y/n? Complain to your brother a boy has fucked you over and then when you decide you want attention come running to me... is that what your going to do?" Trent smugly said clambering out of bed and running his large hands through his hair.

"You know its not like that" you mumbled quietly hurt by what he thinks off you. You watched trents arms rag the curtain apart revealing the bright sun into the room filled with negativety and anger.

"Then what is it like?" Trent snapped back with his arms falling to his sides watching you in disbelief. He couldn't understand why you didn't want the world to know you where both together.

"I cant explain it to you trent you don't understand! And I don't think you ever will... you think I can just tell the world about you when I cant, all I want to do is keep you to myself and not let anyone ruin it" you shouted back throwing your hands in your hair before leaving the room completely. Your feet took you far away from trent, way more than you originally thought. You couldn't stand to live with yourself whilst battling the guilt that weighed you down on your shoulders. You got into your car quickly starting the engine wanting to hide in your bed until later in the day away from any trent.

Hey, do you want Rachel to take you to the game tonight or are you making your own way there? Can't wait to see you cheering your lovely, amazing, funny and handsome brother on! Bye.

Robbo said on his message causing your eyes to divert over to your phone at the side of you. A laugh fell to your lips at the clear sarcasm in your brothers voice which he never failed to leave behind. You couldn't wait to just chill out at anfield tonight and forget about the bullshit within your relationship you just needed a bit of joy.

-

"How long is it till kick off?" You asked Rachel whilst sitting down in the executive box having a clear view of the pitch. You and Rachel had blossomed an amazing relationship since her and Andy got together as you had alot in common. There wasn't much you would keep from Rachel other than your biggest kept secret; little white lies where in place sometimes.

"About 2 minutes babe" she replied taking off her sunglasses and looking across the field to see her boyfriend jumping up in the air getting ready for the coming 90 mins. You couldn't believe how easy it was for Rachel and Andy, it seemed as thought their relationship had no complications yet yours on the other hand seemed to attract the worst.

"Oh not bad then, I can't wait" you softly said wanting the next 2 hours to take you away to some place more positive. The words of you'll never walk alone sang through your ears and you where in a moment of peace - no trent, no shouting, no mess, it was perfect.

-

The match had been as straight forward as telling the time - Liverpool 4 - 0 with 5 minutes added time it was definitely interesting. You where on the edge off your seat the whole time watching the game unravel and often sending your eyes over to the right back running up and down. The game started to become tighter than before - anfield was erupting in more louder, cheerful songs and everyone's bums left the warm red seats. GOAL. Anfield lit up in pure joy at the 5th goal being sent flying into the back of the net by yours truly. You couldn't believe it Trents name flew out your mouth reminding you of one to many drunken nights in random hotel rooms with no care in the world. Rachel didn't batter an eyelid at your sudden outburst of celebration as she knew just how excited you could get, just like your brother.

Anfield was starting to disperse leaving discarded seats yet to be sat on again for another 90 mins of incredible memories. You and Rachel made your way over to the executive lounge waiting for the players and especially Andy but of course the rest of them. You felt a nerve rush through your body sending anxiety and worry to take over.

"Oh if it isn't my two favourite girls" Andy shouted coming threw the doors grasping onto his bag whilst hugging his girlfriend in pure joy. Your brother walsed over to you throwing his large arm around your shoulders whilst looking down at your small frame. Andy had a tenancy to forever cuddle you after a game to secretly tell you how much he loved you and enjoyed you being there to support him but of course those words would never leave his mouth due to how 'cool' of a big brother he thought he was.

"You proud of me?" Andy asked with a laugh whilst you looked up to your much taller brother.

"I don't think she is babe I think she's more proud of Trent you should of seen her" Rachel laughed having no motive as to blow your cover. She didn't know and of course she thought your excitement was the games adrenaline getting to you, not the pure joy from seeing your boyfriend smash a worldie into the back of the net.

"Oh is that so?" Robbo asked pretending to be slightly annoyed at the news.

"Don't be daft, you know I'm proud of you" you admitted with a smile whilst pushing your hand against his body to pull him off of you. All of you sat down at the table next to thiagos family getting ready for a well needed meal. Everything seemed peaceful, there was a nice atmosphere in the air no drama or worries just you and the people you loved.

"Trent lad my sister is happier for you than me" robbo shouted over to the door at the sight of his Wingman appearing in the doorway. Your face dropped you didn't know what was about to fall from trents mouth. Trent was not expecting to see you tonight after the outburst this morning but he couldn't stop his head from jumping a million times at the loving sight of you.

"I'm sure she's just joking lad" trent replied back with a smile rather dull compared to how he normally is with him. Robbo didn't take it to heart knowing he was probably just missing his family or wanting to get home. You needed to speak to him. The relationship between the both of you couldnt be left like this, there had to be change even if it ment you not being stubborn for one day. You walked over to trent as you noticed him behind the door talking to someone out of sight of your brother.

"Can I speak to you for a sec?" You asked him watching the coach walk away from him. Trents face became soft at the sight of your familiar expression.

"Yeah of course" trent replied softly with no incline to signal any hint of tension between the two of you from this mornings events. You couldn't understand if he had forgotten or was playing a huge game but whatever it was you couldn't work it out and it surely wasn't going to be good.

"Look I'm sorry I shouldn't of been such a bitch and kept this from everyone and I understand how bad you must feel I'm really really sorry I didn't mean for this to all ha-" trent lips crashed into yours stopping every panicked word fall from your mouth. Your heart skipped a beat at the so public display of affection. Your hand travelled to the back of his neck feeling his warm skin decorate your hand like fine jewellery at a formal event. It was just you two. The whole world was none existent. Love was speaking in your ear telling you just how much this relationship was needed within your life.

"What the fuck trent!" Andy screamed from the door watching his wingmans lips smash into his little sisters. Your bodies set apart and look right at the man with noting but anger written on his face. What where you supposed to do? Say? Or think?

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[universitypenguin]

Chapter Thirteen

Author's Note: Here we are on Chapter Thirteen. I hope you enjoy this part. There's no smut, but sometimes we have to make sacrifices for the sake of plot.

Word Count: 4,059

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Warnings: Smut, explicit content, 18+ readers only, minors dni

Chapter Thirteen

The autumn wind cut through your cotton tights, exposed underneath your wool coat, making you shudder from the chill. The day was even colder than they had predicted it to be. Your hands clenched in your pockets. As much as you wanted to rock back and forth to generate some warmth, you held still. There were thirty news cameras focused on you at the moment.

In front of the museum, a posse of reporters and news crews had formed for the post-robbery press conference. It felt as if every outlet from CNN to your local Fox 2 station had come out of the woodwork. The board hadn’t done a conference the morning after the event. Annabelle had reluctantly agreed to wait twenty-four hours before issuing a statement. She’d wanted to get ahead of the news. The board insisted the preliminary findings be considered before they responded to the flurry of press.

Annabelle stood at a wooden lectern with the front gate of the mansion closed behind her as a backdrop. The front of the museum was still cordoned off with crime scene tape, leaving the only option for the press event to be held on the front sidewalk. Annabelle’s face was stiff as she listened to a reporter’s question. The wind had chapped her skin and the tan beret she wore to keep her hair in place against the wind was cockeyed.

“The authorities have been pursuing several active leads,” Annabelle said. “We’re not at liberty to discuss what they’ve disclosed to us.”

“Is it true that the paintings may have been taken to South America to be used as collateral in the cocaine trafficking industry?”

Annabelle pursed her lips, a subtle sign of disapproval. “The paintings from the St. Louis Art Museum that were recently recovered in Colombia have been brought to our attention. We’re aware of the history of stolen art surfacing in that region. Right now, all theories are being discussed.”

From the back, another reporter raised his arm. “Director Lexington, is it true the FBI is pursuing a lead regarding the involvement of local organized crime?”

Your heart dropped to your stomach. Suddenly, a wave of nausea so intense you had to shut your eyes against it washed over you. Taking a deep breath through your nose and letting it out of your mouth, you forced the sick feeling down. Annabelle’s fingers curled into a half fist with the distal knuckles left straight. From your position behind her and to the left, the movement caught your attention.

A cold sweat broke out on your skin.

The rest of the conference was a blur. After seeing Annabelle’s tell, the signal she gave whenever she was hiding something, you were fighting panic. Local organized crime could mean many things. The Irish Mafia weren’t the only operators in town.

Ari would never hurt you like this. Steve and Andy, they’d never hurt you like this either.

But they had access to your keys. Ari and Steve had been in the museum before. They knew the layout and probably knew what works were on display, given that they’d bought a piece in July. Steve had even come by a few times to take you to lunch. What other mafia members had such close ties to the Avalon Carter Museum? It took the intern bumping you in the shoulder to get you to move after the conference wrapped up. Jumping at the contact, you mustered a smile for his apology and sought out Annabelle. She had lines around her eyes and looked as if she’d aged ten years since the robbery. When she caught sight of you, she straightened her shoulders.

“Y/N, could you get me the number of that reporter? The one who asked about local organized crime?”

Your eyes darted to the man in the calf length camel coat. “Why him?”

“Just get it.”

The brusque reply was like a slap. Annabelle was already walking away, down the sidewalk towards the gate that led to the side entrance of the museum. The police still claimed the main doors as part of the crime scene. She hadn’t meant it like that, you assured yourself. It was just a stressful time.

You crossed the street to the corner, where the reporter stood next to a Lincoln MKZ. He was tapping on his phone with one finger.

“Excuse me, sir?”

“Just a second.” His mouth twitched as he squinted at the phone.

When he finished typing, he held the screen out to a distance and re-read what he’d written. Then he sent the message. A whooshing sound accompanied the text being dispatched.

The man turned. When he saw you, he raised his eyebrows.

“Miss Y/L/N. A pleasure to meet you. I’m Everett O’Connor, with The Globe.”

“Director Lexington asked me to get your contact information.”

He looked you up and down, his eyes gleaming with suspicion. “Why me?”

“I didn’t ask. Do you have a card or shall I take down your number?”

“Do you know who I am, Miss?”

He knew your name. Suddenly, your guts twisted. You tried to play it cool. But your internal alarm was screaming. A sense of danger you knew better than to ignore hung in the air.

Everett grinned. “So, you don’t know. I’m not an art reporter and I don’t cover the social scene. I’ve been covering the crime beat since ‘91.”

“Well, this is a crime. So that makes sense.”

“I know you used to date Andy Barber. He’s Irish Mafia, probably the head of the group if my sources are correct.”

“That was in college. Listen, do you want to give me your information? Or shall I just look you up online?”

He reached into his coat and handed you a card.

“If you think I’m the only one who knows about your connection to the Irish Mafia, think again. The FBI will be on your trail in no time.”

“I have nothing to hide. And we don’t know what happened.”

His expression turned condescending. “Open your eyes, girl. Art thefts are uncommon. Doing something on this scale? It’s national news. Carting off thirty million in art isn’t something a regular thief would pull.”

“I had no idea. They never mentioned it. Not once, even when I was training as an art historian or getting my certifications in museum security. Thank you for that brand new piece of information, Mr. O’Connor.”

Everett’s mouth twisted into a smile. “Did you know the FBI executed a warrant today? They pulled in several Albanian mobsters for questioning this morning.”

Your heart leapt. Hope made your breath catch.

“They let them go. So either they have damn good lawyers or rock solid alibis. Even good lawyers don’t get you out that fast. Since it doesn’t appear to be the Albanians, there’s only one other crew capable of pulling something this sophisticated.”

“There are surely other gangs. This is a big city.”

“Sure. The Mexicans are running the drug business like they’re Jeff Bezos. The Italians are pulling online scams and extorting local businesses for protection money. We’ve even got skinheads over on the south side. They mostly light shit on fire, do meth, and beat up anyone stupid enough to cross them. And the Triad lost its foothold here six years ago when the Mexicans claimed their territory.”

“This is such a great history lesson, but I’m running short on time,” you said, crossing your arms.

“There are two smart criminals in this town,” Everett said. “That’s Andy Barber and Lirim Dervishi. That’s the entire list, the Irish boss and the Albanian. So if I were you, I’d be checking with my associates and figuring out who I could really trust. Have a nice day, Miss.”

- - - - - - - - -

You moved through the rest of your day in a daze.

Internally, you were shaking. On the surface, you were pinched with dark circles under your eyes. When you looked in the car mirror, you winced at the sight of your reflection. The radio was off as you drove home. Tonight, the noise in your head was enough of a distraction and more input was the last thing you wanted. You’d been hoping the quiet would help you clear your head, but by the time you rolled into the garage at home, your head was pounding.

Andy was in the kitchen, stirring a pot of something that smelled delicious on the stove. With a sigh of relief, you approached him from behind and slid your arms around his waist.

“Hey, baby,” you murmured, burrowing into his back.

“How was work?” he asked. With his free hand, he reached back to stroke your hip.

“Not great. What’s in the pot?”

“Garlic butter sauce for the salmon.”

You groaned and squeezed him. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”

Andy chuckled. “Ari can’t cook. You can, but hate it, and Steve works late. Kitchen duty was always my fate.”

“We’re in your debt. How was your day?”

“Boring.”

It was his usual side step, one you were used to hearing. Tonight, it made your belly churn and your skin prickle with anxiety. Andy turned around and drew you into a tight hug. Your eyes closed, and you sank into his arms.

“You give the best hugs.”

“Mmmhhh. You looked as if you desperately needed one.”

His big hand swept up and down your back in steady motions that soothed. You sighed and let the tension go. It wasn’t him. He and Ari would never hurt you.

Well… Ari would never hurt you. Andy was a different story.

You pulled away, disgusted with yourself for the thought. Andy had protected you during a gang war. The way he’d gone about that was unfortunate, but his heart had been in the right place.

“Are you okay?” Andy’s hand came up to cup your cheek. “You look as if you haven’t slept since the news broke.”

“I don’t think I have,” you said.

He nodded. “You kept tossing and turning last night. I think you need a hot meal and an early night, duchess.”

The pot on the stove bubbled, and he lowered the temperature. Andy gave the dish a stir and lifted the pan off the heat. As he moved it to the front burner, the scent wafted up, hitting your nose with an intense odor of garlic. You liked garlic. But suddenly it smelled rancid. Your stomach twisted in agony. You bolted, sprinting towards the bathroom. You’d barely made it to the toilet before you were wrenching, vomiting up the half of a sandwich you’d forced into your nervous stomach for lunch. Andy arrived in time to grab your hair, holding it back as you finished puking. You slumped against the bowl for a second, then pushed back into a crouch, wiping your mouth.

“Are you okay?”

You shook your head and groaned. “It’s just anxiety. I’m fine, I promise.”

When you moved to get up, your head went light, and the room spun. Your vision turned dark for a split second before you went down to your knees.

“Damn it! Are you okay? What did you eat for lunch?” Andy asked.

“A sandwich.”

He sighed. “You’re going to at least try to eat something tonight. If you don’t feel sick. Have you thought about seeing a doctor?”

“A doctor won’t make me less stressed. My museum was robbed. I should feel stressed out. Anyone in my position would.”

Andy carefully helped you up. You moved around him to get a bottle of mouthwash out of the medicine cabinet. After your teeth were brushed and you’d washed the sweat from your face, you felt better. Throwing up had actually done wonders for your stomach. By the time Steve and Ari came in for dinner, you had an appetite.

No one talked about the robbery during the meal. Ari argued with Steve over the upcoming World Series, and Andy refused to place a substantial bet with one of Ari’s sports bookies.

Ari rolled his eyes and looked at you.

“They’re idiots, sweetheart. One has no taste in baseball and the other is a penny-pincher. You should run away with me to Tahiti. We could live in a villa by the sea.”

“Can I take my two favorite pets with me?”

Andy and Steve snickered and smirked at their younger brother.

“The cockroaches under the sink could be smuggled through customs. But if we left them here, I’m sure the boys would look after them.”

Steve threw a napkin at Ari. “Screw you. And the Dodgers are going to lose.”

“Kernshaw’s pitching-”

“Is a small part of the game,” Steve said.

They devolved into an argument, and you turned your head to hide a yawn. Andy’s keen eyes noticed the action. He took your hand and stood, a supportive arm around your back as you got up.

Ari and Steve stopped arguing and turned with mirrored frowns. If you’d had the energy, their duplicate expressions would have made you smile.

“You okay, doll? You look exhausted.”

“I’m fine, I just need an early night.”

With weariness pulling at you, you let Andy pack you off to bed.

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It was almost dawn when you woke up alone. The rumpled sheets told you Andy had recently gotten up. From the living room, you could hear voices. Your robe was laid over the bench at the foot of the bed. Slipping it on, you stepped onto the hardwood floor of the hallway and listened. The tones of Andy and Ari’s voices were clear. Their words came in clipped sentences, followed by a softer interjection from Steve. Curious, you crept down the hall to the corner of the kitchen.

Ari was agitated. “She needs to see a doctor.”

“It’s been a single day. She only threw up once,” Andy said.

“Oh, come on. There’s no reason to wait. Anxiety isn’t something you should leave untreated.”

“There’s a difference between clinical anxiety and a stressful event,” Steve said.

“She threw up.”

“In her defense, I put a lot of garlic in the sauce,” Andy said.

“What if I talked to her?” Steve asked.

Ari grunted. “You’d know if she had anxiety, right?”

“Not if she’s determined to hide it. You can’t diagnose what someone refuses to admit. But she needs a shoulder to lean on while things at work are crazy. We can help her by being there for her.”

“How?” Ari pressed.

“It’s probably not telling her she’s mentally ill and drugging her after a fluke incident,” Andy said.

“I suggested an appointment, not a drug regimen, you asshole.”

“Alright, both of you. Get a move on. We can fight about this later. I’m going to talk to her. I’ll let you know what she says. Now get out of here before she wakes up.”

There were grumbled comments, but footsteps sounded, moving away from you and towards the front door. After a moment, the opening and shutting of the door indicated that the younger brothers had left.

“They’re gone. You can come out now,” Steve said.

Drawing the robe tight and knotting the belt again, you stepped around into the kitchen. Steve leaned against the counter, his feet crossed at the ankles. He was dressed in slim fitting khaki pants and a gingham button down. When he saw the robe and your messy hair, he smiled.

“How did you sleep?”

“Good. It sounds like I really freaked Ari out.”

“Andy too,” Steve said.

You rubbed a hand over your face. “Crap.”

“Don’t do that. You don’t need to worry about how they feel. But you’re extremely stressed and if there’s any way we can help, we will.”

Here was your chance. Steve wasn’t involved in the mafia anymore. He hadn’t been since late summer. If you wanted to ask about the robbery, he’d be your best source of information. But asking felt too much like accusing. You didn’t want to bring this to them because you didn’t believe they were responsible. They wouldn’t do this. You trusted them completely. So you gave Steve a partial truth.

“I haven’t been feeling well, even before the robbery. It’s just a mild bug, and the stress is making me relapse. Give me a week, I’ll be fine.”

Steve frowned and reached out to press the back of his hand to your forehead.

“You’re a little warm, babe. Maybe a doctor's appointment isn’t such a bad idea.”

You made a face. “I’m not doctor level sick.”

“What are your symptoms?”

“Back aches mainly, muscle pain that was centered in my hips. I think I had a low grade fever for a while and I’ve been sleeping a lot more. Recently I’ve been nauseous, but it’s not frequent.”

“That doesn’t sound much like the flu. Has anyone at your work been sick? Did you take your temperature?”

Steve fussed, particularly after you said you were going to work, but you stuck to your guns. In the end, he walked you to the garage and hovered in the entryway, watching you back out. You knew the second you were gone, he’d be on the phone with his brothers.

At work, you were among the first to arrive.

The door to Annabelle’s office was slightly ajar. You could hear her coffee machine brewing. On a normal morning, you wouldn’t have hesitated to walk in and say good morning. Today, you went straight to your office. Your answering machine was full of messages and your email was even worse. Since you didn’t know who to reply to, you sorted the messages into an archive folder for future reference. One email was from Everett O’Connor.

That one you opened. There was no text, just a picture. It showed Ari standing outside a bar with two men, one of whom was Steve. The smaller man was Jackson. Your blood ran cold at the sight of your ex. Since watching him walk to the elevator three months ago, you hadn’t thought about him, other than when his deposits hit your account.

A heavy knock on your door jolted you back to reality.

“Come in!”

A short man with a neatly trimmed mustache stepped into your office. Your stomach lurched on a sudden wave of nausea. If it was from the man, or the sickly sweet scent of his cologne, you couldn’t tell. The FBI agent shut the door behind him and approached your desk.

You kept your greeting cordial. “Agent Baratelle, what can I do for you?”

“Miss Y/L/N, I was wondering if you could spare a moment of your time.”

You hit the hotkeys to minimize all your windows, hiding the picture of Ari. The Special Agent didn’t take a seat in the guest chairs. Instead, he wandered to the windows that looked out over the back lot of the museum where the employees parked.

“How are you holding up since the robbery?”

“I’ve been better,” you said.

He gave an understanding smile that felt performative, like he practiced it in the mirror. Did they ask FBI agents to master their empathetic face at the academy? Probably not. If they did, Baratelle would have failed out.

“Of course. I was wondering, have you heard or seen anything from the employees that you felt was unusual behavior?”

You tilted your head. “Such as?”

Agent Baratelle shrugged, tucking his hands into the pockets of his slacks.

“Did anyone leave town? Show up with a new purse or mention paying off their house?”

Was he actually fishing for information so basic to his investigation? Or was he working towards something bigger? Your intuition tingled. It was hard to tell if it was just your guilty conscience acting up or not. In your gut, you suspected he’d planned this visit for a good reason.

“No. I haven’t heard anything. Are criminals usually that dumb?”

“You’d be surprised.”

“Agent, can we cut to the chase? This is a multimillion dollar art theft. The people who did this aren’t stupid. You came in here to talk to me about something. I’ve just arrived and I’m already drained, so just ask me whatever it is.”

He smiled, this one genuine. When he let his expression relax, he could almost be considered handsome.

“Your boyfriend is Andy Barber.”

“We dated in college-”

“You live with him. Right now. I’m not talking about college. Your updated address is at one of his legitimate real estate investment properties and he’s been spotted there regularly since July.”

Bands of steel twisted around your lungs, cutting off your oxygen.

“He’s not involved in this.”

Baratelle sighed. “I’d like to believe that, but he’s a solid lead. Too close to the incident to ignore. Does he have an alibi?”

“Not that I know of. To you, that’s insane, I get it, but I didn’t ask him or his brothers what they’ve been up to. I just know Andy would never hurt me.”

The agent moved from his seat on the window ledge and came to stand in front of your desk. He grasped the back of your guest chair and leaned his weight into it, pinning you with a stony glare.

“After your experience with Jackson Flemming, do you honestly believe that?”

You stiffened. “How do you know about that?”

“He was on your last lease. We ran a check on him. He’s pretty talented con artist, isn’t he?”

“I haven’t seen him since July.”

“Did Andy Barber have anything to do with your break up?” Baratelle asked.

“No! I was already done with Jackson but because of the theft. I just couldn’t break our lease. We were finished after I found out he’d been stealing from me.”

“What theft?”

You’d walked right into the trap. With a groan, you rubbed your forehead.

“He stole from me, okay? My credit cards, my savings accounts…” you shook your head. “He nearly cleaned me out.”

“How is your financial situation at the moment, Miss Y/L/N?”

Well, fuck. He wasn’t looking at Andy as a suspect. It was you who was in the hot seat.

“I’m doing fine, thanks for your concern,” you said dryly.

Baratelle smirked. “Prorated rent isn’t half bad, is it? Your financials show he’s charging you below market rate for the townhouse.”

“We split the cost. I’m paying half of the market rate and he’s responsible for the other half.”

“Oh, I see. An equal split. How modern of you. What about Steve Rogers and Ari Barber? Do they also pay rent?”

This was no fishing expedition. It was a test.

“No.”

“Is it uncomfortable living with your boyfriend’s family? I’ve heard from the guys on the mob beat that Ari and Andy have a tendency to go at each other’s throats.”

He should have been in your kitchen that morning. You looked him in the eye and lied without hesitation.

“No. They get along perfectly.”

Baratelle’s lips quivered, tilting upwards for a split second before he covered the slip. It was the reaction you’d been looking for. He was definitely giving you a test. This was him asking questions with the answer key already memorized.

“You know I’m lying about that, don’t you? Andy and Ari argue every single day. But despite that, they’re very close.”

He nodded. “Loyal to a fault. They’re the top suspects for the robbery.”

“So why are you questioning me?”

“Because there are two other suspects I’m looking into.”

Agent Baratelle straightened up and smiled. He looked satisfied. You had no idea what he could have gotten from your conversation that would have made him happy.

“Thank you for your time, ma’am. You have a nice rest of your day. And by the way, if you’re having trouble sleeping, try melatonin. My wife loves it because it’s natural. I wasn’t a believer in all the natural medicine hokey she follows, but that stuff really works.”

“Are the circles under my eyes that bad?”

He grinned. “Yeah. They are.”

With that, he turned around and left, leaving your office door open.

You were still staring after him when your computer chimed. An email popped up from Annabelle. When you clicked on the alert, it pulled up a message with two short lines.

Please come to my office when you’re able. We need to discuss your current work assignments.

Dread curled in your stomach. Today just wasn’t your day and if felt like it was about to get much worse.

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