#jawbrkrs / andrea.

[smckehour]

this is what her recent days have come to: peeing on sticks only to be met with the doom of a hard no that comes in the form of a single, negative line. she finally paces away from the pregnancy test left atop the counter, steering andrea by the shoulders to read off today's results. "okay, i think it's been ten minutes. maybe eleven 'cause i wanted it to simmer a little, you know. get the full details. but i mean, at this rate, are they even still full details or just a smack in the face?" there she goes, yapping from the nerves, and they do a poor job at sheathing her self-inflicted disappointment. / @jawbrkrs.

[scftlightz]

@jawbrkrs get's  a  closed starter  ! plot   :     here

"  there's  one  more  shop  i'd  like  to  take  you  to.  i  hope  you  don't  me  kidnapping  you  for  the  entire  day.  again.  "  the  layers  that  coated  her  words  played  dangerously  between  a  hole  in  a  fence.  keeping  the  wavelength  of  being  humorous.  playing  friends  with  a  politician's  daughter  for  the  sake  of  trying  to  shake  him  of  everything  he  knows,  came  easy.  he  was  on  the  moretti's  payroll,  and  she  was  making  the  bold  move  of  letting  him  know  that  she  has  her  hand  in  something  else  besides  his  wallet  and  reputation.  the  game  of  manipulation  flowed  like  velvet  as  it  left  silvia's  lips.  '  let's  hang  out  some  time.  ' the  weeks  that  followed  were  filled  with  brunches,  shopping  sprees,  and  complimentary  champagne.  then  the  night  on  her  balcony  completely  knocked  her  from  her  train  of  thought.  wrecked  her  system.  it  should  have  been  a  mistake —  a  regret.  yet  it  looped  relentlessly in her  mind and danced on her lips for far too long.  it was short lived but she was spent on thinking about testing the waters. the  dangerous  infamous  part  about  the  donna  was  her  need  to  act  on  her impulses in the first place,  since  she  would  rather  handle  the  calamity  that  followed  after.  what  started  as  a  simple  scare  tactic  blended  into  horrid  lines  of  steamed  curiosity.  silvia  was now  flying  close  too  the  sun.  “  i  love  the  clothes  in  this  boutique  but  i  can  never  seem  to  get  anything  fitting  most  of  the  time.  maybe  i  could  put  you  onto  a  gem  for  once.  “  finally,  the  femme  brought  her  eyes  to  read  for  a  reaction  as  her  hand  rested  in  the  space  between  them.  ”  there's  this  one  black  dress  that  was  imported  from  italy.  it's  like  there's  just  some  things  that  doesn't  want  to  leave  your  mind  [  .  .  .  ]  like  there's  a  reason.  "

[muse-legion]

Closed Starter for: @jawbrkrs // Archer x Andrea

Archer was once the toast of the music scene, a charismatic rockstar whose electrifying performances left audiences spellbound. The world knew him for his booming voice and wild antics on stage, but behind the glamour lay a stormy life filled with excess—drugs, alcohol, and reckless abandon. His band’s meteoric rise mirrored his descent into chaos until one fateful night culminated in a tragic accident that resulted in imprisonment.

After serving three years behind bars, Archer emerged with a hardened exterior but still burned with an unquenchable passion for life—and trouble. His taste for freedom saw him gravitate toward the underground biker culture, where he quickly climbed to lead a notorious gang. Here he steered through life's fast lane again but with an edge sharpened by his past.

Upon returning to civilization, Archer found himself unexpectedly crossing paths with Andrea—a striking woman from his past, who had ignited both passion and turmoil during their brief affair years ago. She was now an influential politician's daughter, deeply rooted in social advocacy yet curiously drawn back into Archer's orbit, when they encountered each other at an event, meant to soothe community relations troubled by rising crime rates influenced by gangs like his own.

With confident steps and a raised brow, his signature smirk curled around the corners of his lips as he approached her. “Andrea! Long time no see.”

[kiillerqueen]

❝ i want you to listen closely to me when i said this , andrea. i don't speak empty words ever to you. i tell you that i love you because i mean it. yes i may have fucked some other woman once because i was angry and hurt by your actions at the time , but that doesn't ever change what my entirety feels for you , ever! ❞ tomás spoke in the best affectionate tone that he can possible speak to his wife in to help ease the tension between the two. he knew how it would look to his colleagues at the prescient he has been at for the past tow decades or longer. ❝ you don't have it in you to be unfaithful to me even if you really wish that you could get me back for what i've done. ❞ there is no denying that tomás is pretty confident that he knows his wife well enough to know what she would and wouldn't do. ❝ you're right. i haven't been the best at showing you the respect that you deserve. ❞ the male pauses for a moment before speaking again. ❝ so tell me andrea , do you want me to beg for your forgiveness? cause baby if that is what you want than i will. please i am begging you to forgive me for my selfishness and stupidity. ❞

|| Continued || @jawbrkrs

[tcmbcy]

he instantly saw that fire he was silently asking for behind her eyes and it lit the one behind his own. it was like they were two flames, battling to see who was brighter. that feisty side she had was what drew him in to begin with -- what caught his eye despite the fact he was obviously spoken for. jax's eyes stayed trained on andrea as she moved to sit down against his lap which in turn caused his breath to hitch. the man was dying to have her close again, but definitely not in these circumstances. "but you'd be able to see through my bullshit. you always have." his words were pointed, but he needed andrea to know they were honest. if anyone could call him out -- it was her. hands moved to grasp her hip, but as she got closer, his grip tightened. "there she is." he muttered softly, followed by a breathy groan. without another word, jax let his free hand travel up her back with his fingers carding through her locks. together, the two of them were dangerous, but he simply couldn't get enough of it. enough of andrea. "you do a damn good job of reminding me, don't you?"

"  coming  isn't  enough.  you  clearly  manage  that  just  fine  whether  I'm  around  or  not  .  "  𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 ,  and  a  fire  raging  behind  her  eyes  ,  that  was  hot  enough  to  burn  his  skin  .  her  voice  was  sharp  enough  to  cut  ,  but  she  knew  mere  words  weren't  the  weapon  to  truly  pierce  his  armor  .   it  was  the  reason  he  cheated  all  along  wasn't  it?�� deliberately  ,  she  sauntered  towards  him  ,  each  step  a  calculated  move  in  their  twisted  dance  .  her  leg  swung  gracefully  over  him  ,  and  she  lowered  herself  to  straddle  his  lap  ,  reclaiming  the  upper  hand  with  seductive  dominance  .  "  I  wouldn't  put  it  past  you  .  "  tone  swathed  in  velvet  as  her  fingers  traced  the  contours  of  his  face  ,  her  gaze  drowning  in  the  depths  of  his  blue  eyes  .  "  if  you  want  me  back  ,  you  have  to  earn  me  .  "  she  whispered  ,  pink  lips  hovering  close  to  the  corner  of  his  mouth  .  her  hips  shifted  forward  an  inch  ,  a  reminder  of  the  friction  she  could  create  ,  the  spark  only  she  could  ignite  .  "  she  can't  do  the  things  I  do  —  don't  forget  that  baby  .  "

[smckehour]

"absolutely fucking not." shopping is supposed to be fun. jade is supposed to be one of monse's favorite colors. but not anymore - not while she's six months into being round & robust. she tries to keep her voice low for the sake of the other patrons, but the distasteful distress while trying on the blouse is loud & clear. shoulders slump, a foot stomping for emphasis as she turns back to andrea. "i look like shrek. i look like a goddamn ogre in this!" | @jawbrkrs / andrea.

[smckehour]

matching freaks isn't the notion here, it's more like matching absurdity. andrea manages to break monse's self-pity streak with a laugh that makes her forehead curiously wrinkle. "is that one really fair? she was technically still a princess." eyes briefly grow more soft from the attention at her neck, the subtle shift in her girlfriend's words ring like music to her ears. "oh?" she grins, "so you've thought about it before too? i'm shocked." the gentle touch paired with the cool air greeting her back makes her spine tingle, head slightly turning to press her lips along the edge of andrea's jaw. "baby, there’s no way in hell we’re leaving here without that lace. you’re putting it on for me later when we get home."

" 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆  𝒊𝒇  you're  shrek  then  im  fiona  .  and  she  was  also  an  ogre  right  ?  "  she  hoped  for  her  sake  or  this  was  an  even  worst  analogy  than  before  "  either  way  it  flows  ,  it's  still  not  true  babe  .  "  she  said  matter  of  factly  ,  punctuating  her  words  with  a  soft  kiss  to  her  neck  .  "  though  if  we're  betting  on  favorites  ,  molina  -  quintero  wins  hands  down  ...  "  she  finally  moved  back  ,  a  mischievous  twinkle  in  her  eyes  ,  as  unzipped  the  back  of  the  dress  .  it  was  the  least  she  could  do  after  her  awful  analogies  .  "  there's  always  that  pink  lingerie  set  ,  we  saw  near  the  front  of  the  store  ...  "

[smckehour]

trying to ignore the lingering presence of her girlfriend's eyes just to fall back asleep was evidently a bust. "andreaaa," she huffs, she groans, all in a downright plea because it was too early for her distress to be louder than the sun on a weekend. still in the span of her coiled arms, monse slowly rolls onto her back with her gaze angled sharp. "you should be thinking about how it's incubator feels about you right now." monse, said incubator. but she's a tank of thwarted hormones and stiff joints, late to taking into consideration that this is andrea's first time going through all the woes of a mom-to-be. truth be told, the anxieties never cease, but that lesson is better learned on it's own. a hand consoles, smoothing over her arm. "babe, that's what babies do. they make messes, and they'll spite you for cleaning it up by making another mess right after. it's in their tiny dna. it'd be better to think about potential names... 'cause i'm blanking, real bad."

𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭  ...  a  million  ideas  and  thoughts  constantly  running  through  her  mind.  it  was  why  she  was  a  damn  good  interior  designer .  "  oh  —  right  ...  "  she  mumbled,  the  words  trailing  off  into  dim  bedroom  . but  the  pregnancy  ,  and  the  idea  of  a  new  baby  in  their  home  in  just  under  4  months  was  starting  to  weigh  on  her  mind .  "  aye  ,  mi  vida  .  "  arm  snakes  around  the  sleeping  beauty  to  pull  her  in  .  she  let  out  a  whine,   lips  forming  a  delicate  pout ,  her  chin  coming  to  rest  on  her  arm  ,  the  gesture  a  silent  plea  for  comfort  .  "  what  if  the  baby  hates  me  ...  and  like  spits  up  on  me  everytime  I  hold  it  ?  "  her  voice  wavered  ,  the  irrational  fears  bubbling  up  from  the  depths ,  like  monsters  creeping  out  from  under  the  bed  .

[tcmbcy]

jax  should  expect  this  from  her,  so  he's  not  the  least  bit  surprised  when  her  words  have  a  bite  to  them.  truthfully,  it  was  one  of  the  things  that  kept  him  coming  back  for  more.  his  lips  twitch,  a  smile  threatening  to  break  through.  "i  came,  didn't  i?"  he  pointed  out.  it  was  an  open  invitation  and  he'd  be  a  fool  to  turn  it  down.  especially  with  how  much  he  loved  andrea  --  mind,  body  and  soul.  she  was  his,  he'd  be  a  damn  fool  to  let  her  walk  away  from  him  again.  "if  i'd  told  her  the  very  same  thing,  do  you  think  i'd  be  here  right  now,  fighting  for  this  --  for  you?"  crystal  blue  eyes  never  left  her  own.  "i  let  you  go  once  which  was  the  dumbest  damn  thing  i'd  ever  done,  i'm  not  letting  it  happen  again."

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭  .  "  im  so  glad  you're  aware  enough  to  answer  your  own  question  .  "   her  voice  sharp  and  cold  ,  ready  to  cut  through  his  words  .  trust  had  become  a  fragile  wisp  of  smoke  ,  impossible  to  grasp  and  easy  to  dissipate  . of  course  she  didn't  trust  him  anymore.  she  shouldn't  at  least  —  but  she  was  afraid  she'd  give  into  his  words  one  way  or  another  .  "  how  do  I  know  you  didn't  tell  her  the  same  thing  ?  actions  speak  louder  than  words  jax  ,  and  from  where  im  sitting  ...  you're  a  liar  .  "

[tcmbcy]

“If  I  did,”  Jax  began,  bringing  his  gaze  to  Andrea's  face.  “Do  you  think  I'd  really  be  here?  I  know  you  don't  trust  or  believe  me,  but  I  wouldn't  waste  your  time  like  this."  The  man  grabbed  his  drink  which  sat  in  front  of  him,  and  downed  a  hearty  sip  –  the  burn  of  whiskey  feeling  comforting  in  a  way. 

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"  be  honest  with  me  for  once .  do  you  love  her  ?   "

[stayliquid]

"i don't even know what that means." again, jack was way too simple of a man for her. how was she 'not enough' for him? either she was thinking too deeply into things, or he wasn't thinking enough. normally he would opt for the latter, but perhaps it was a little of both. "love is just some word people say because they can't figure out another way to express really liking a person. it doesn't actually mean anything." he hated the term and all the red tape that came along with it. "i'm not going out and looking for other people to occupy my time, but i didn't think it was a crime to enjoy someone else's company?"

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐡 , 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲𝐭𝐡 if you asked andrea. an illusion , a shimmering mirage in a desert of heartache , and it shouldn't exist if all it did was carve wounds this deep into a soul. " if i wasn't enough for you , you could have told me. " the sound of a heart unraveling thread by thread. it wasn't the first , and deep down , she knew it wouldn't be the last . her father left , why would any man be any different at this point. years of searing trauma had taught her lessons that love never could , etching them into her bones like a cruel tattoo . " it's not ? because it sure does feel like it. you know — maybe i should go out , find someone to occupy my time like you have . " love also made you spiteful .

[stayliquid]

"it's not that simple," he argued, not frustrated. jack never paid much mind to the contradictions of the concept of love. there were people that were convinced you could love two people at once, wholeheartedly and then there were others who said if that was the case — neither one was loved enough. he'd never been in love before, period. knowing what it was or what it felt like was difficult enough for him. "i do talk in riddles, but this isn't one of those times."

"  because  you  do  this .  𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬  ,  instead  of  just  telling  me  the  truth.  it's  a  yes  or  no  question.  "  oh  how  she  wished  any  of  this  was  all  that  simple.  if  it  were  they  wouldn't  be  here  ,   drowning  in  the  elaborate  web  of  their  emotions,  foreheads  creased  like  an  unread  books  ,  and  a  fire  behind  her  eys  .  "  so  again  ,  do  you  love  her  ?  "  she  repeated  the  question  ,  chin  tilted  this  time  as  she  tried  to  keep the last  bit  of  her confidence  intact  .  " 

[gcldenhcurs]

"I might be," he answered honestly for the first time in his life as he tipped the crystal glass back, "it doesn't mean I don't love you anymore." What a cruel fate for him to fall in love to two different women when he could only have one. "I don't know what to do anymore," he admitted.

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"  be  honest  with  me  for  once .  do  you  love  her  ?   "

[smckehour]

even the consoling thwarted her nature for theatrics, dropping her head back with a dejected sigh. "that's it. my middle name is now shrek." there's an inkling of her that knows that really isn't the case, but the sole vision of herself brought in the recognition that they still had months to go. still didn't have all they needed back home to welcome the baby, either. monse places a hand atop hers, slouching into andrea's embrace, sulk personified. "monse shrek quintero molina... or molina quintero. it flows both ways." has she ever mentioned she's thought about the name exchange before? well... "also i'm sure as hell putting this back on the rack, but i appreciate the sentiment."

𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚  𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐞𝐝  𝐨𝐧  her  next  couple  of  words  ,  well  aware  of  the  fact  she  was  walking  into  the  lions  den  .  "wh  —  an  ogre  ?  baby  you  couldn't  even  if  you  were  painted  green  .  "  the  analogy  may  have  been  unnecessary  ,  but  at  this  point  andrea  was  walking  on  eggshells  .  one  wrong  word  ,  and  she  knew  there  would  be  a  chance  of  water  works  .  "  I  happen  to  adore  this  one  on  you  .  "  stepping  behind  her  ,  she  wrapped  her  arm  around  her  ,  caressing  the  swell  of  her  stomach  .  "  perfect  even  if  you  ask  me  .  "  her  chin  tucked  into  the  crook  of  the  other  womans  neck  as  she  looked  at  them  both  in  the  mirror  .

[smckehour]

monse purses her lips to the side, feigning a coy look that never graces her features genuinely. "... a hundred bucks says there's a fifty percent chance you might like it. either that or you'll end up feeding it to me when i start to pout." for as outwardly optimistic as she is, one could say her facetious qualities had always acted as a mask for the seering trepidation that etched her bones. she's been here before, happy, hopeful ... then gloomy, casted down by the weight of raising another life, marcella, on her own. back then, monse had quite frankly just wanted to give up, but having andrea in her embrace is a reminder that this wouldn't be like her first pregnancy. that they'd do it together, and if the pieces happened to break, there would always be someone behind her to put them back together. if that's not love, she's lost on what is. "dropping? can't i just keep holding them up like i am now? so long as my mouth still works i'm keeping my cake and eating it too." a bout of laughter cracks through her grin, always able to match each other's ridiculousness. "no, but if i ever do, you'd know where to find me: in mexico on the beach with a pina colada." like some back-up plan that coincided with the story of spies on different sides that fell for each other. she intwines her fingers behind andrea's back, intent on keeping her chest-close. "didn't know you really thought about us from twenty or fifty years from now, either... what are your thoughts on a little congratulatory vacation?"

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠  of  each  other's  souls  ,  easily  a  double-edged  sword  ,  making  them  each  other's  most  cherished  confidante  and  most  infuriating  rival  if  they  wanted  to  be  .   always  knowing  which  button  to  push  ,  and  just  how  far  they  could  go  to  get  the  other  riled  up  ,  but  that  was  also  what  andrea  loved  .  monse  knew  her  ,  reading  her  like  a  book  ,  even  when  the  words  remained  unspoken  .  that  was  her  person  ,  and  nothing  would  ever  change  that.  not  even  hot  cheetos  and  grape  jelly.  "  if  you  eat  that  ,  ill  be  the  one  throwing  up  .  "  her  face  crinkled  into  a  playful  smirk  ,  as  her  body  leans  into  the  others  hands.  a  wave  of  heat  rushes  to  her  face  ,  that  only  monse  can  cause  even  after  all  this  time.  they  had  shared  every  facet  of  their  bodies  ,  yet  monse's  touch  still  sent  a  flurry  of  butterflies  somersaulting  in  her  stomach.  "  you  know  im  not  going  anywhere.  you're  stuck  with  me.  and  what  about  years  from  now  when  these  yams  start  to  drop  ?  you  still  doing  what  jhene  said  and  eating  it  like  groceries  ?  "  her  arms  looped  around  monses's  neck  ,  her  head  canting  with  a  teasing  smile  .  leave  it  to  them  to  make  the  situation  very  unserious  .  "  you  sticking  around  or  ,  ghosting  me ?  "

[smckehour]

putting up with monse's tangents and otherwise dwindling wormholes was nothing of a short feat, and andrea did so gracefully. even now as her beautiful eyes glisten with tearful joy, she's assured that their love could continue on for miles and miles. the smile monse now dons could fix to her face permanently. "i don't know about always... i mean, one was already a handful. two is gonna make me feel like we're in a sitcom." never doubt a moment where monse could slip in tease herself. the nerves were boiling, but there's comfort in their proximity. "aye, mi querida, just promise you're still gonna find me sexy when we're two months into this and i'm munching down on hot cheetos covered in grape jelly 'cause..." hands smooth down her spine, past her lowerback until she's low enough to cuff her ass in the palms of her hands. "i'm still gonna want to get to these yams." a gentle squeeze accompanies the blooming elation that has her lips searching for andrea's once more, pressing soft kisses past her jawline until they catch her lower lip.

𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬  it  was  easy  to  see  just  how  beautiful  monse  was  in  that  moment.  after  all  the  storms  they  had  weathered  ,  andrea  had  never  felt  more  connected  than  she  did  right  now.  the  life  growing  inside  of  her  was  now  theirs.  "  no  hostile  womb!  "  she  echoed,  her  laughter  mingling  with  her  tears  as  she  wrapped  her  arms  around  her  waist,  surrendering  to  the  pull  of  monse's  lips.  it  wasn't  until  the  other  pulled  away  ,  that  she  suddenly  misses  her  lips.  "  okay  ,  yeah  —  a  follow  up  appointment  is  a  good  idea.  "  but  as  the  words  left  her  lips,  familiar  tendrils  of  anxiety  began  to  slither  their  way  back  up  her  throat.  "  hell  yeah  we  are.  this  is  just  one  of  many  steps  to  building  the  life  we  always  wanted  right  ?  "  her  hands  remained  anchored  on  her  waist  ,  cocooning  them  in  their  own  bubble  they  had  built  for  the  moment.  "  and  marci  always  wanted  a  younger  sibling  so  we're  kind  of  knocking  out  two  birds  with  one  stone.  "  a  playful  twinkle  in  her  eyes,  determined  to  keep  the  spirit  of  anticipation  alive  ,  despite  the  fear  she  still  felt  wasn't  too  far  off .