#ticking clock by syntheticavenger

[chaos-to-my-thoughts]

Seriously, fuck Andy Barber!! The gaslighting POS.

Ticking Clock: Fifteen

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Mentions of drugging, I’m tagging it non-con/dub-con due to drugging, language, unprotected sex, manipulation, gaslighting, assault, emotional breakdowns, threats, hints at post-partum depression as a tactic.

Word Count: 4.4K

gif by @voyevoda-thejoy​

Dark! Andy Barber x Fem! Reader

Summary | After your boyfriend is sentenced to prison by Neal Loguidice, you continue to find yourself in the crosshairs of Andy Barber, who is intent on keeping you close under the guise of being a friend in your time of need.

“She’ll be fine with Grandma, won’t you, sweetheart?”

Your mother lifted Violet out of your arms, snuggling her close while Andy handed her the diaper bag. You stood, unmoving as she held up Violet’s little hand to wave, your throat closing up at the sight.

It was for one for a night, Andy assured you, your look of surprise catching him off guard while he sliced up vegetables at the counter. He had been outspoken about not having the baby leave the house, only to reverse his own direction without consulting you.

“You didn’t ask me,” you started to say, the door closing behind you.

“Your parents have been asking for the baby for a little while. Figured it would be okay. You told me your father has been wanting to spend more quality time with her. Didn’t think it was a big deal.”

You know they aren’t far, your parents staying at her sister’s place not far from where you live. Still, watching your mother leave with your baby makes you uneasy, the alarm chiming as the door closed shut. There was another reminder that Violet would be surrounded by three adults, all willing to protect her if something were to happen, both Andy and your mother emphasizing that nothing would happen because everyone would be just fine.

Dinner was quiet, Andy studying you while you pushed your food around your plate with your fork. Truthfully, there was much you wanted to say but no way of saying it without sounding over the top.

It wasn’t that you minded your mother taking the baby. It was that Andy hasn’t asked. He’d made the decision for you and you knew it didn’t sound right, having him ask for your permission for your own parents to watch your daughter.

“Want some wine? Might take the edge off.”

His question hung in the air for a moment as you swallowed a bite of your food before you answered.

“I can’t,” you reminded him quietly. “Violet.”

“She’s gonna be gone for the night, honey. It’s alright. It’ll be out of your system before she comes home.”

Andy disappeared into the kitchen for a moment, the plink of the glasses on the counter making you reminisce on the last time you had a drink.

The last time you drank was the night you conceived Violet.

Andy placed the glass in front of you as you took it, taking a small sip as he sat back at the table. He looked more relaxed than he had in weeks.

“Better?”

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[jin0]

tiny witchy self sacrifice

MINORS DNI ! I BLOCK !!

Pairing : Stucky x Witch!Reader

Warnings : mentions of blood, fire, possible smut and other things that i definitely forgot

A/N : im new here and this is my forst story so please be gentle with me... also i wrote this on my phone in the train so all the mistakes are mine !! hope you enjoy !! also i had written this for @syntheticavenger , she had a challenge a couple of weeks ago but i kinda got scared to send it so i guess now's the time :)

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What kinds of psycho would roam in a forest, past midnight on halloween night ? You. You would. You had something to do.

You were walking barefoot, the leaves sticking to the bottom of your feet. You'd been walking for an hour or so when you reached it. The abandoned church.

When you entered you dropped your bag and your skateboard sitting at the center when you let out a sight. You shouldn't feel so comfortable doing this. But you had done worst. You had done so much worst. To others but mostly to yourself. You would rather hurt yourself, not fearing death, than hurt others. Hurting yourself was better. You liked it this way.

You took off your shirt and took ou the knife hidden in your pocket. They gave it to you. a present that you would never lose.

You started lacing the blade through your skin, letting the blood run down and drip on the floor. Your eyes closed, letting the slight burning sensation pass before you layed down. now you just had to wait.

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When you woke up, you heard it. the familiar rumbling that you loved so much. The warmth of the flames that followed them like a shadow.

You opened your eyes to the flames that you missed so much. You got on your knees when their head started poking through the floor, rising from the concrete. You didn't have the time to pay attention to your bleeding wrists. You were kneeling in a puddle of your own blood but that wasn't important (maybe a little).

When the finally stood at their full height and looked down on you, you should've been terrified but you weren't. They never scared you.

One hand grabbed you jaw softly, guilt and worry painted on their faces.

"We were clear. Do not summon us again. the risks would be too great." Still dizzy, you could clearly recognize the monotone, slightly sad, voice of your brunette lover.

You held his wrist and smiled, nuzzling up to his palm.

"I dont like when you tell me what to do. I never do it and you always end up scolding me for nothing." You looked exhausted and on the verge if passing out, but you got what you wanted.

They sight, helping you stand up. Each one held you wrists looking at the blood coating them and the wound closing right before their very eyes.

You reached for the brunette, kissing the curve of his jaw.

"You shouldn't worry that much Bucky... Doesn't look fitting for a person of you rank."

"I would worry less if you stopped trying to summon us this way. We told you that we wouldn't accept your sacrifice. No matter what." Said the man, looking at you sadly.

"Figured you would say that. i just wanted to see you. That was the fastest option. And it's halloween, night of all creatures of the dark. No better night for a human sacrifice."

You turned to Steve and smiled. He always had to scold you, you could feel it coming. When Bucky couldn't, always soft on you, Steve never stopped himself. So you stopped him instead. Covering his lips with yours and slowly letting your jeans pool at your feet.

"Let's not do that right now. the clock is ticking and I'm not waiting for another year to feel you. Even though i wouldn't have to if you stopped resisting me."

His hands grabbed your thighs and lifted you up before detaching his lips from yours.

"And damning you for eternity to the burning flames of hell ? Absolutely not. Not when you have a lifetime awaiting" His lips were still roaming your skin, tasting it attentively. Even while scolding you, his body couldn't contain itself, it was pulled to yours.

"I wouldn't have a lifetime if you stopped interfering." you scoffed, looking at him dead in the eyes. You weren't one to cower, not when you were so confident about your decision.

This discussion was common. every year, in every dream and soul travel. The closer you would get, the faster would they send you back.

Bucky reached for you, kissing you passionately. They could reject your attempts for as long as the desired, they would always long for you. Forever.

With their hands roaming, their heated bodies against yours and their lips praising your entire existence as if you were descending from the heavens, straight into their arms. The irony of things.

They had undressed in swift movements, encasing you in their arms and playing with your holes as your moans and pleas echoed in the abandoned church. You were probably playing dangerous games with the higher powers but clearly, fire never scared you

"If you could see yourself, my love... As devine as ever... Steve look at her, look at how wet she is, she's demanding our attention."

"She's good isn't she ? Defying but so good when she wants to be. You want us to fill you up don't, you love ? All stuffed of our cocks, feeling the fire burning in you."

Their fingers, toying with you, knowing that you were always so desperate. Deprived of them for so long, they still managed to play.

You pulled yourself closer to Bucky, guiding his length to you warmth.

"Please, i need it... It's been so long..."

They could only smile at you, so powerful but so docile and ready to be used and abused for as long as the night would allow. You were theirs, their love, their enchanteress and owner of their hearts.

The clock was ticking and time was running. You had the entire night but this was nothing compared to the time you could spend if you were down there with them. And that's what you wanted. Eternity. You gave absolutely no fucks about life as a mortal, not when your soulmates were this close to you but so far at the same time. All it would take would be a little sacrifice that you were ready to make, for them. But weirdly enough they valued your life more than you did. Some shit about 'you deserve to live it all before ending up down there'. This was a complete joke. But for now you would let it fly. Because you loved them that much.

They were your Gods of Hell and nothing would stop you from craving their presences. Even if it meant killing yourself in the process. But what's not to like about a tiny witch self sacrifice anyways ?

[thedarkplume]

Hey, guys I hope everyone's day is going spectacular! As you all know, today is Chris Evans 40th birthday!! I wanted to do something special for such a special day. Thus, I have compiled a list of my absolute favorite stories written for Chris Evans's characters.

Be advised, however, some of these are dubious consent, non-con, daddy kink, spitting, squirting, oral m/f receiving, creampie, anal, and all other manner of kinks I did not realize I enjoyed until joining the site.

It took me a very long time to compile this list and I may have to do some for Sebastian Stan later since some people want to cancel him. But we're not going to talk about that right now.

Here is a list of some of my absolute favorite Chris Evans stories in no particular order.

Golden Boy (Dark!Steve Rogers) - @angrythingstarlight

What sets this one apart from the rest of her stories, is that there's a deep resentment from Steve to Bucky in the very beginning of their friendship.

What The King Has (Soft!Dark Steve Rogers) - @sincerelythedarkside

I just read this one this morning. This was sooo good guys!

Hidden Solace (Andy Barber) - @ozarkthedog

This was difficult. I kept thinking I'd pick Reparations or Cock Worship, but Andy being a little touch starved did it for me.

Burning Desire (Andy, Steve & Ransom as Triplets) - @sinner-as-saint

She really gives you the best of 3 worlds here!

Ticking Clock (Dark!Andy Barber) - @syntheticavenger

Another tough choice. Synth comes straight for your heart and vagina, and you'll love her for it!

Stealth (Steve Rogers) - @afriendlyblackhottie

I may have bitten off more than I can chew, guys! It's so hard picking just one because there's nothing she's written that I can say is not one of my favorites. I'm telling you, get some wine or your favorite drink (alcoholic or not), put your feet up, and enjoy this lovely lady's artistry!

Back Rooms (punk!Me from Playing It Cool) - @fineanddandy

Not only did she use the fabulous @nix-akimbo edit for this one, but she makes you question if loyalty to a friend is worth walking away from a guy that genuinely wants you.

A Different Kind of Love (Alpha!Andy & Beta!Jake) - @river-soul

Can you imagine having both Jake and Andy in an A/B/O world? Read this story and you won't have to imagine!

Wear Me Down (Ari Levinson) - @navybrat817

Her fight is commendable, but you can't fight fate!

The Valentine's Cock Up (Steve Rogers) - @drabblewithfrannybarnes

God, this makes me laugh just thinking about it!

Original Sin (Dark!Bryce Langley) - @stargazingfangirl18

This had to be my hardest pick yet. What can I say about this ridiculously talented author? She made me lust over Robert Pronge which I promise was not an easy feat. I went kicking and screaming, but I'm here. Honorable Mention to her latest series Necessary Arrangements & Devil's Advocate.

Good Little Wife (Soft!Dark!Mob!Andy Barber) - @donutloverxo

All of her stories have a sort of soft and gentle reader that the men trip over themselves to take care of. I love it!

Goodbye Again (Endgame!Steve Rogers & Avengers!Steve Rogers) - @sweetlyscared

I can go on all day about how much I love this story! The emotions, the love, the loss, gah!!! I'll never not reblog this story.

Snowed In (Ransom Drysdale) - @the-iceni-bitch

Another author who has me lusting over Robert Pronge! I love her Ransom stories, beginning with Snowed In, because while he's still an ass, his girl gives it back just as easily.

Renewing Vows (Dark!Steve Rogers) - @gotnofucks

Dibs is one of my favorite authors. She's one of the few authors on this site that when you read her stories, especially the dark ones, you feel the obsession and single-minded desire to possess you no matter the circumstances. I love how she incorporates her culture in some of her stories as well, particularly the Happily Ever After series. You know it's wrong, but seeing the Avengers in their desi apparel still makes me go, "aww! They really want to make her feel welcomed!" P.S. I really, really came close to choosing Murder at the Whorehouse!

Dark Assassin (Dark!Silverfox!Steve Rogers) - @kleohoneyao3

It took me forever to find this story again. I've always been attracted to older men, but Silverfox!Steve is the goat! My second favorite is Of the Earth.

Little Red series (Steve/Curtis/Andy/Ransom/Johnny) - @autumnrose40

This proud Omega always gives you the best C. Evans characters stories. And she's not afraid to push boundaries with different species(werewolves, mermen, octogods, etc). I'm always so happy to see she's posted something.

Creamsicle (Robert Pronge & Dark!Andy Barber) - @sapphirescrolls

I don't think I need to list Robert as dark, do I??? While she has a cornucopia of dark writings, this is my favorite!

I Have Questions (Steve Rogers) - @royallyprincesslilly

Accidentally dirty-talking Steve Rogers? Hell yeah!

Unhappily Married (Dark!Steve Rogers) - @cherienymphe

This is a wonderfully talented dark writer. I almost chose Twice Bitten several times because (1) she writes vampires the way they're meant to be written, and (2) Steve is so unapologetically hot and cold with the reader it makes me weep. But I do love kids (set in fiction only) and poor Nathan needs a real mother!

Hirsute (Werewolf!Andy Barber) - @avintagekiss24

Whew! This was tough. I literally love all her stories, particularly Blue Ocean Floor and her latest, 'with the weight of the world at the tips of my fingers.' There's a sleek elegance to her writing that is unmatched.

Let Me Teach You (Jake Jensen) - @vannybarber

Jake Jensen does not get enough love. Luckily, he's starting to come up. This writer gives him all the love and appreciation he deserves with this story.

Tell Me You Love Me (Steve Rogers) - @lotusss-flowerbomb

We all have pasts, but if you're going to let your co-workers get drunk around your girl, give her a heads up that you may or may not have hooked up with the gorgeous red-haired spy. Loved this so much!!

Mr. and Mrs. Ari Levinson Invite You to...the Worst Wedding. Ever. (Mob!Ari Levinson) - @caffiend-queen

I've never seen Ari written like this. He's wild and crazy and utterly addicted to his new little wife.

I loved everything about this wedding, especially the author letting us see the different Jewish wedding traditions. If you didn't love Ari before this story, you will after this story!

This was fun you guys! And it gives me a point of reference in case I once again lose some of the stories listed here.

As an added bonus, here are some of my favorite @nix-akimbo edits:

[rogersevans]

What are your favourite fics? 😊

oohhh i love this question! love a bit of boasting about my favourite writers.

- papers : @alliewritesthings (not a biased opinion at all, I promise. but I just love al and she owes me big time for making me wait this long for the next chapter, no matter how many times I've asked)

- arranged : @time-for-a-lullaby (I meaannn if you haven't read it you need to, like right now, it has me melting every time)

- necessary arrangements : @stargazingfangirl18 (beautiful chaos, written perfectly!)

- honey, there is no right way : @bonky-n-steeb (this series is perfect for when I'm in my bucky moods, which is a lot of the time)

- the witness/warm, beating and frantic/a tender heart : @river-soul (all of her writing is amazing, but these are my faves)

- @angrythingstarlight's biker au's both the bucky and steve ones

- ticking clock & forever and ever more : @syntheticavenger (ticking clock is something that has become a part of me, sooo good)

and here are some of my favourite writers for good measure: @writing-for-marvel (I bloody love em), @wiypt-writes @overrwritten @pitifulbaby @peterr-parkourr @jtargaryen18 @kthynes (who doesn't love kay, like common), @before-we-get-started @heyhihellowhatsup0

[constancelaufeydottir]

Pleasuring Death

Pairing: Death/Grim Reaper!Loki x Reader

Word count: 791

Summary: You'd always feared death, until you were faced with death himself.

Warnings: Fingering, oral (f receiving), curse words, sir kink(?), mentions of character deaths, knife(scythe) kink

a/n: This is my second entry for @syntheticavenger spooky challenge. Also this is my first time writing smut but I had fun with it😂

Not beta’d, all mistakes are my own. If you see any mistakes, do let me know!

You felt his soft touches every night; the touches in which you longed for and it lingered hours after he left your bed. You had a deal with death himself—a deal you exchanged with your body without having a second thought.

Since young, you have always feared death. The concept of death itself and the seemingly bleak after-life scared you. You mourned hard and cried your eyes out every time someone in your family died; praying hard for yourself to not be the next in line.

But death, he was unlike what you imagined him to be. You still remember your first encounter with him where you stood before him and found yourself wanting to kneel; wanting to submit yourself to him; wanting to pleasure him.

Red painted your vision as you struggled to get up; bruises and cuts covered your body with a throbbing pain in your head. You saw him standing near the sidewalk; his dark robe flowing through his tall and lean figure; his shoulder length hair slicked back presenting that sharp jawline of his; the long and bloodied scythe clasped in his slender fingers.

“Human,” he called out, “It’s time to go,”

Time to go? You looked around aimlessly, confused at his words until your eyes spotted your own body lying in a pool of blood. Despair filled your heart; the one thing you’d been fearing for your whole life had finally come. No, no. You would not let yourself die like this.

Kneeling before him; you stared at him nervously, your hands clutching at the hem of his robe. His degrading stare and dominating presence made you lower your eyes in shame. “Please spare me, I'd do anything! I don’t want to go, not yet.”

You sob for your short life; the ticking clock of yours stopped long before you wanted it to.

He snickered and you thought you had lost hope, but the tip of his scythe found your chin, tilting it up to make your teary eyes meet him.

“Anything?” “Anything.”

And that seals the deal.

“Loki!” you cried out as waves of arousal gushed out of your body. He was a painter and your body his canvas while he littered bruising kisses here and there.

“Little one, you taste sweet,” his long fingers were thrusting in the right spot, they always do. His skillful tongue found your swollen nub, flickering and teasing it, drawing melodious moans from you. “Think you could give me another?”

“I-I can’t!” It was too much, the pleasure too blinding, “Please, no more.”

Loki heard your whines and chuckled darkly; his face was all calm but his nimble fingers said otherwise. His tongue was on your clit once again, a smile evident on his face when you begged him to stop but your hands found his hair and pushed his head closer to your cunt.

“Fuck!” You gripped tightly on his hair, thighs trembling when your climax hit you. He lapped up your juices like a parched man, humming contently at the taste.

Loki’s lips found yours the next second; your tongues dancing around with each other. You could taste your own arousal on his tongue; the sweet tangy flavour mixed with saliva exchanged between the both of you.

As you parted, your eyes were still occupied with desire, desire for him. You made small disappointed noises when you saw him standing up, his suit crisp and clean as before.

“Loki,” your voice was slightly hoarse from all the screaming, “can you not go today?”

“Oh darling, you ask that every single day.” He gripped tightly on your chin, his head tilted downwards while he smirked devilishly. “Makes me think you like me so much you wanted me to stay.”

“Don’t go, please.” You wondered if you had submitted your heart to him too, when you gave all of yourself to him. Makes one wonder if death himself has a heart; if it was possible to fall in love with a being that reaped human’s soul as a living.

“You’re getting greedier lately, little one.” Death was not capable of love, let alone affection; but why did his footsteps falter when you begged for him to stay.

“Please,” he sighed; death was capable of being soft after all.

Loki summoned his scythe to his grasp, pointing the blade at the soft skin of your neck. It was so close to your jugular, making you gulped at the thought of it slicing your throat open. “Show me why I should stay then.”

You need not to be told twice; your fingers working with the button of his trousers as you position yourself to be sat on his fine leather oxfords, your slick coating it shiny. “Yes, sir.”

[whisperlullaby]

Team-Building

Pairing: Bucky x Reader x Sam

Words: 2369

Warnings: Smut (18+only), oral (f and m receiving), threesome, explicit language

Summary: You are an HR receptionist lucky enough to be around each time Sam and Bucky come in to attend their mediation sessions. They want to apologize for making you stay late one night. 

A/N: Written for my lovely @river-soul read over and confirmed it’s not trash by @syntheticavenger Gifs by @navybrat817​ Minors please DO NOT INTERACT. This is my first time writing a threesome so be kind with feedback! If I missed any warnings let me know and PLEASE enjoy.

The ticking of the clock seemed to get louder as you become more impatient at the fact you were still at work well past closing. As an HR receptionist, it was your responsibility to process the paperwork involved in Steve giving Sam the shield. You had been working tirelessly, trying to get everything in order, and yet you couldn’t seem to get that last signature needed to finalize the transition. The bickering between Sam and Bucky was holding everything up. They had to go to HR at least once a day if not more to meet with the staff mediator, Emma. You were tasked with locking up the office and you couldn’t very well do that while there were people still in the building, no matter how tempting. Finally, you heard to door click open and each person filed out.

“Now, gentlemen, I hope this can be our last meeting.” Emma sighed, “Just try to find some common ground. Maybe find a hobby or activity you can do together. Kind of like team building.”

You chuckled listening to Emma. She was a complete angel coming in multiple times a day just to field the laundry list of complaints against the duo for their behavior. Your laughing drew in the attention of the pair and as Emma left, they stopped at your desk.

“Hey, there sugar what are you doing here so late?” Sam cocked his eyebrow leaning on your desk.

“Well, Sam there are these two idiots who keep getting into shit with the rest of the team and have late end-of-the-day mediations. Guess who can’t close up the office until those sessions end, and everyone leaves the building?” You teased.

“Doll, I don’t think it’s nice to call Emma an idiot. Sam sure, but Emma? She’s a saint. Has to put up with that asshole.” Bucky gestured to Sam with a smirk.

You couldn’t help but laugh. You have known Sam and Bucky for a few months now since they started coming into HR for their mediation. At first, it was polite hello’s given before they bickered their way out of the office. Soon they began to hang over your desk as you finished up tasks and walked you to your car almost nightly. Sam would occasionally bring you your favorite coffee, and as if to one-up him, Bucky would bring you your favorite flowers. He would tell you they would last much longer than some silly coffee. 

They stayed close to your desk as you went about locking up, watching you closely and sharing knowing glances. You squinted your eyes suspiciously at the two of them and when you finally managed to shoo them out of the building to lock up, they followed you to your car.

“So, any plans tonight?” Sam asked throwing his arm around your shoulders.

“Just going home, ordering take out, and drinking copious amounts of wine. What about you guys? Gonna find out if you have any hobby’s in common?” You laugh, shrugging off Sam’s shoulder as Bucky grabbed your hand.

“Oh I don’t think Sam and I have much in common outside of enjoying your company.” Bucky brought your hand to his face and gave it a kiss. “How about you let us treat you to dinner?”

You smiled at Bucky and looked over at Sam who could hardly contain his amusement. 

“If you guys behave. I’m not about to referee a fight between the two of you. It’s been a long enough week as it is.”

“Don’t worry honey, we’ll be on our best behavior and who knows. Maybe you’ll let us eat out with you more often.” Sam gave you a cheeky grin.

You gave Sam a confused look, “Right, except we’re eating in. I’ve had enough of people I just want a relaxing night at home.”

“Don’t worry doll, we’ll help you relax.” Bucky winked at you.

You gave them your address and told them to give you an hour. After you picked up more wine at the liquor store, you sent Sam a text to pick up the food and headed back home. When you got home you frantically ran around and cleaned up as best as you could. You changed into some shorts and a tank top just in time to hear knocking at your door. Pulling it open revealed Sam and Bucky leaning against the door jam holding bags of Chinese food. 

“Jeeze guys did you order enough food?” You stepped aside letting them in.

Sam planted a kiss on your forehead and went into the kitchen. “Gotta make sure we get your energy up after you had to deal with two of the most exhausting people all week.”

Bucky followed Sam after pulling you into a hug.”Sam, I think I said earlier that it’s not nice to talk about Emma like that when all she’s trying to do is help you.”

You went into the kitchen to pull wine glasses down from the top shelf. Normally when it was just you, you would drink directly from the bottle. Why dirty another dish? As you reached up on your tiptoes you felt your tanktop slide up your body. After struggling to try to reach the glasses, you felt a warm hand on your exposed hip and a heavy body press behind you.

“If you needed help reaching something honey you could have just asked,” Sam whispered low in your ear as he grabbed the glasses and placed them next to you on the counter.

He released your hip and turned to grab the wine. You were still facing the counter trying to slow your breathing. When you turned around you were face to face with Bucky as he reached behind you to grab the glasses. 

“We kind of need the glasses doll, or are you hoarding them all for yourself?” Bucky leaned forward, caging you against the counter. You heard the faint clinking of the glasses as Bucky grabbed them never once breaking eye contact with you.

“Um yeah, you guys help yourselves I’ll be right back.” 

You ran into the bathroom and splashed water on your face. You had to be imagining things, right? Sam and Bucky who came to professional couples counseling weekly were in your home and getting very close. Did they notice how you looked at them each time they came into the office? You had to have been caught staring at Sam’s ass on more than one occasion with the amount you did it. You lost count of the number of times you had to have Bucky repeat what he just said because you got lost in the low gravel of his voice. The jig was up. They were definitely onto you and they were going to tease you mercilessly for it, you were sure of it.

When you came out of the bathroom Sam and Bucky were in the kitchen speaking in hushed tones. At the creek of the floor under you, they snapped their attention in your direction. They slowly started making their way over to you, their eyes glued to your body.

“Oh sweetheart, were we making you uncomfortable?” Bucky smirked.

“I know Bucky can be intimidating but you didn’t have to go getting all wet on his account.” Sam gestured to your chest.

You tilted your head in confusion and looked down. When you splashed the water on your face you must have overdone it seeing as the entire front of your shirt was soaked through, putting your nipples on full display.

“I am so sorry,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest, “I’m going to go put on a dry shirt I’ll be right back.”

You ran into your bedroom and quickly sifted through the drawers to find another shirt to wear. As you took off the offensive tank top you heard the door to your room creak open and saw Sam and Bucky watching you.

“You know sugar, Emma had told us to find something we had in common. Something we could do together that we both enjoyed. Called it ‘team-building’,” Sam walked over to you and brushed his fingers over your cheek. 

“We thought she was out of her mind suggesting it. What could we possibly have in common?” Bucky moved behind you, circling his arms around your hips pressing soft kisses into your neck. 

Sam brought his finger under your chin and lifted your head to meet his warm brown eyes.

“We finally figured it out. We have you in common. We can’t stop thinking about you and we’ve noticed how you look at us. You want us too right?”

You let out a small whine and nodded, “Yes, I can’t stop thinking about you two.” Bucky smiled into your neck. “Yeah doll? When do you think about us? When you touch yourself?”

His warm breath on your neck made you shiver. Your nipples pebbled and Sam brought his hands to your chest, gently massaging the soft skin. You moaned at the sensation and Sam pinched your nipples intensifying the feeling.

“I think the tin man asked you a question honey, why don’t you answer him?” Sam cooed.

Bucky growled at the statement and you could feel your arousal pool in your panties. 

“Yes,” you whimpered, “I touch myself when I think of you two.”

Sam hooked his fingers in the hem of your shorts pulling them down along with your underwear, leaving you completely bare to the two men. Bucky gripped your wrists and moved them down to your core. 

“Show us how you touch yourself doll.” Bucky placed nips and kisses along your shoulder.

You started making slow circles on your clit, throwing your head back into Bucky’s chest. You dip one finger inside your wet channel slowly, sighing with relief. As you continue your ministrations Bucky moves his hands over your breast groping them. You were about to add another finger when you felt Sam grip your wrist pulling your hand away from your core. You looked down at him to watch as he took your fingers into his mouth to suck them clean.

“You taste so good, honey.” Sam hummed before he gripped the back of your thigh and lifted it over his shoulder. He held your ass as he pressed his face into your dripping core licking a stripe straight to your clit. He sucked on the bundle of nerves while Bucky continued to leave marks on your neck. Sam added two fingers into you and expertly stroked your sweet spot.

“Come on doll, fall apart for Sam. Cum for him so I can make you scream my name next.” Bucky pinched your nipples and your orgasm rushed through you. 

Sam worked you through your orgasm licking up all your release. When he stood up he stripped off his shirt exposing his chiseled torso. He removed his pants letting his hardened cock slap his stomach. Bucky released you as Sam moved forward to capture your lips in a tender kiss. You could hear more clothes dropping to the ground and when you turned your head Bucky was on full display, the metal of his arm glimmering in the moonlight. Bucky smoothed his hand across your cheek tilting your face to meet his for a soft kiss. Pushing Sam away from you, Bucky guided you to the bed to lay you down.

“I can’t wait anymore sweetheart I have to feel you around my cock” Bucky lined himself up. Before he could push in, you felt the bed dip and saw Sam stroking himself next to you. You licked your lips and reached for him. Before you reached him, Bucky flipped you on all fours and guided your hips back, his length slowly spearing you. You moaned at the full sensation as Bucky bottomed out stilling for a moment.

Sam positioned himself in front of you, “Come on sugar, I want to see what that mouth can do.” 

You opened your mouth and licked the pre-cum off before wrapping your lips around his length and hollowing out your cheeks. Sam pushed himself in until you felt him touch the back of your throat, causing you to gag slightly as he moaned.

“Sam, do that again, she squeezed the shit out of me.” Bucky smacked your ass causing you to move forward taking in more of Sam, humming with satisfaction.

“Shit, I’ll do that again if you keep that up. The mouth on her feels like heaven” 

Bucky started thrusting in and out of you ravenously. Each time your hips met, you took Sam deeper down your throat, drool running out of your mouth coating his cock. Sam pulled your hair causing you to whimper, the sound only spurred both men on. Bucky brought his metal hand down to your clit, pinching it. 

“You gonna be a good girl and cum for me doll? Make a mess of my cock.”

You nodded and Sam groaned pinching one of your nipples.

“Fuck sugar, you’re gonna make me cum. Can I cum down your throat?”

You hummed with approval as Sam fucked your throat. You felt hot ropes fill your mouth and you tried to make sure you took everything Sam had to give you. Bucky continued to fuck you as your own orgasm hit you causing you to cry out his name. His hips stuttered as he reached his own release.

“Told ya she’d be screaming my name bird brain.” Bucky teased as you fell onto the mattress.

“Well, that’s because her mouth was full and our girl knows better than to talk with her mouth full, isn’t that right honey.” Sam brushed your hair out of your face and kissed your cheek.

You hummed in contentment completely fucked out. Bucky got up to get a washcloth to clean you up as Sam soothed his fingers down your back. 

“You hungry doll? We did get enough food for a small army and I know you’re gonna need your energy.” Bucky stated nonchalantly. 

You sat up and looked at Bucky with your eyebrows pinched together.

“Why would I need my energy?”

Sam pulled you to his chest, “Oh honey, you didn’t think that was the only round did you?”

[midnightswithdearkatytspb]

VelvetCardiganBucky’s Recommendations 2021: Week 5 | January 24-30

Welcome to week 4 of my recommendation, if you would like to be featured on a future list, I follow the hashtag #ktkvcbreadinglist, message me, tag me in your future works, or reblog this post and link to your story, one-shot, Masterlist, writing challenge, etc.

Be aware some if not most stories and writers on this list are meant to be consumed by an audience of those 18+. My blog is also an 18+ blog.

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My Masterlist

Steve Rogers

(Mini)Series:

Tainted Love: Part 1 by @aimless-imagines-for-fun » Steve Rogers x Female!Reader — Everyone teased Steve for being “a boy scout”, but you find out he’s not so innocent after all. | So I found this to be really humorous how the reader was so blunt with Steve. The ending was 🥵 and I’m really hoping the writer, writes the second part soon!

One-Shots:

Aunt Flo by @egcdeath » Steve Rogers x Female!Reader — your monthly friend decides to visit you while staying over at steve’s. | If you are looking for something fluffy and funny, I highly recommend reading this one.

Ransom Drysdale

Headcanons:

Strip Twister by @buckyownsmylife » Ransom x Reader — While on a ski trip with both your parents you guys play a game of strip Twister. | This was really good and I wish it hadn’t ended. The smut is also really good!

One-Shots:

In Spite of it All by @kleohoneyao3 » Ransom Drysdale x Reader — after dating Ransom for almost six months, you learn he was only dating you to spite his family | This was angsty yet so sweet in the end. Soft Ransom, is something I can get behind.

Chris Evans

One-Shot:

New Dad by @kiwisomething » Chris Evans x Wife!Reader — Chris is in the middle of an interview when his little girl starts crying. | It’s so fluffy I’m gonna die, is how I would describe it! I need more of new dad Chris!

Drabbles:

First time he looks after you when you’re not well by @you-taste-so-sweet » Chris Evans x Reader — This one is based on my own fear of dentists and if you haven’t had your wisdom tooth extracted yet - prepare yourself. It’s not nice! | As someone who had a horrible experience getting their wisdom teeth removed, I loved reading this fluffy piece. Definitely a good read after a long day.

Andy Barber

One-Shots:

Silence in the Library by @angrythingstarlight » Dark!Professor Andy Barber x Reader — You have no idea why you’re failing Professor Barber’s class, but he’s going to show you how to earn an A. | If you are looking for something that is Dark with some good smut, this is for you! I read this to get my mind off some stuff and it worked the trick!

Bucky Barnes

(Mini)Series:

A sea of thunders by @asukascoffeeramblings » Viking!Bucky Barnes x Reader — The Vikings took over your land, despite your brother’s (the king) efforts to keep them away. If that wasn’t bad enough, one of their best soldiers, Varg(Bucky), decides he needs to have you. Reader’s adventure as she’s taken by force from her home and brought into a world she doesn’t understand. The only thing she knows for sure is that, she belongs to Varg now. | I’m a huge Vikings fan, like I loved reading about them when I was growing up, and hearing about how my family is probably related to them, beside the point. I love the shows The Last Kingdom and Vikings, so when this came up on my dashboard I knew I had to read this. I’m so freaking glad that I did. I LOVE it. Trust me you will love it too! Viking Bucky is everything. I promise even though it’s only 3 chapters in, and it’s still so amazing!

One-Shots:

Rip and Tear by @buckysbee » soft!dark!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader — something either went terribly wrong or terribly right down in the water of that river. | Let me just say this one-shot as a whole surprised me, it is so good but the ending just leaves you shocked because you don’t see it coming. I would highly recommend reading this, and I hope there is more to this, but at the same time, the ending is so perfect. Bee you did wonderfully.

Even when I’m mad I’m still holding on to you by @river-soul » Bucky Barnes x Reader — When Maria Hill tries to convince you to leave behind your job as an analyst for a more active role in the field, Bucky doesn’t take it well. [Language, mentions of breeding and explicit sex. 18+] | The smut in this is so freaking good and so is the plot. I would just like to thank the writer for the gift that this one-shot was.

It Never Stops by @sxbby-barnes » Bucky Barnes x Reader — A lead in the ruins of Sokovia brings a face from the past back. | Reader is badass simple as that and the plot is just so good. I hope this isn't the end of seeing the interaction between the reader and Bucky in this universe. Also, I love how Sam and Bucky are written in this, it's exactly how I imagine them to be.

Jeremy Renner

(Mini)Series:

Trouble by @nbarnes » Sheriff!Jeremy Renner x Outlaw! Reader — Based off of P!nk’s music video Trouble. | I was a huge fan of P!nk growing up and I love Jeremy Renner, so to see someone making a one-shot/mini-series based on the video makes me so happy. I’m so excited to see where Natasha takes it.

Thomas Shelby

One-Shots:

Little Daisy by @kadwrites » Thomas Shelby x Reader — little daisy steals tommy’s heart | This will just fill you with joy, trust me, it’s got a baby and Thomas Shelby, what more could you ask for?

Misc.

(Mini)Series:

The Devil I Know: The Cat and Mouse Game by @qyllenhaal » PresidentSon!Sebastian Stan x Reader mentions Senator!Chris Evans x Reader — Reader isn’t sure how she gets invite to the White House dinner, but she spends the night trying not to think about her former flame Senator Chris. How could she when the President’s son has his eyes on her? | Stop what you're doing and if you are into smut and semidark!Sebastian this is for you! This series is so good and the smut is so good, Elle you are a fantastic writer, please tell me this isn’t the end.

Writers

@syntheticavenger my power went out Tuesday night so what better did I have to do than binge-read the masterlist of Synths. My two favorite stories are Ticking Clock a Dark!Andy Barber x Reader and Bridges to Burn & Places to Run, ParoleOfficer!Bucky Barnes x Criminal!Reader and CrimeBoss Thor x Criminal!Reader. Synths put so much thought into bringing all the characters she writes to life, you sometimes almost feel as if you are watching them play out on TV.

Shout Out To My...

@the-ce-horniest-book-club — if you have heard of @the-ss-horniest-book-club and @the-th-horniest-book-club, than you hopefully you’ve heard of Chris Evan’s one. They are the sister blog and like Sebastian and Tom Hiddleston one will have themed days and challenges involving the characters that Chris has played and him himself! I look forward to seeing what is to come!

[georgiapeach30513]

Wait…Andy didn’t know? 😱😱

This is getting juicy. Poor reader, she’s got so much going on. Jacob has definitely found a friend in her. He is so precious with Violet 🥺

Ticking Clock: Nineteen

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Manipulation, language, heavy angst, manipulation, mentions of premeditated thoughts of murder, a little surprise at the end.

Word Count: 2K

Note: Listen to 'I Never Asked You' by Atli Orvarsson.

I've written this entire fic by just listening to the Defending Jacob soundtrack thus far and I can't wait for you all to see what Andy - and friend - have in store!

gif by @lilacevans

Previous: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen, Eighteen

Dark! Andy Barber x Fem! Reader

Summary | After your boyfriend is sentenced to prison by Neal Loguidice, you continue to find yourself in the crosshairs of Andy Barber, who is intent on keeping you close under the guise of being a friend in your time of need.

It feels like hours that you’re in your father’s arms, Violet cooing while she places her head on your shoulder. The urge to turn around overwhelms you, holding your father tighter while you sob against him. Grief keeps you silent, your knees close to buckling.

“Let’s get you and Vi inside, okay?” his voice is low, calm enough that Violet flashes him a smile, letting him lead both of you into the house.

It’s different, this place that he calls home now. Downsized from the place you’d known your entire life. There are pictures of you hanging on the walls, pictures of Violet and Jacob, your eyes lingering on them for a moment.

Jacob.

There hadn’t been time for you to get to him and you know that he’ll worry. Fishing your phone out of your pocket, your hand shakes, sending off a text that you’ll pick him up from school. It’s a risk, taking him away from where he knows but it’s worth it if it means he’ll have a chance to listen to you, to understand that you and Violet have to go away and be safe.

Violet fusses in your arms, her little face scrunching up as she whines loudly. You’ve blocked Andy’s number for now but it’s only a matter of time until he puts two and two together, looking for you without pause. 

Andy had known all along.

Lied to you.

Snippets of memory rush back. The baby shower, the way he’d shook his head when you noticed her car that had been parked outside. How he’d told you that it wasn’t her when you saw her face while she drove down the street.

He’d known that she was inside the hospital, known that you were her target.

It had all been a lie.

“I can take her,” your father says above you, snapping you out of your stupor while you let him take Violet, a bottle in his hand while she settles down against his chest. For a moment, it seems like nothing has changed. Just a grandfather taking care of his granddaughter.

Taking your phone into the next room and dialing Colin’s number, all you can do is wait, chewing on your lower lip before he picks up. Your words jumble as you force to get your explanation out, knowing you aren’t making much sense.

“I don’t… I don’t know where else to go, who else to call but -”

“Where are you?” Colin interrupts.

“My father’s.”

He exhales, sending a shiver down your spine.

“I need you to go, okay? You, your father, your baby. Find somewhere to stay tonight but it can’t be there.”

“Why?”

“Because it isn’t safe. I know it sounds dramatic but I need you to get out of there, okay? As soon as you can and you call me when you’re out.”

“Okay,” you swallow, looking at the time. “Okay.”

“Good. I’ll be in touch.”

He ends the call, sending you nearly running into the kitchen, where your father stares lovingly at Violet, finally looking up at you as your lips tremble.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?”

“We have to go, Dad. Now.”

-

Your mother places her purse on her lap, looking around at the empty space. Normally, she wouldn’t set foot in such a place, let alone even entertain the thought.

Time has a way of changing people.

The door squeaks open, her eyes lifting at the sight of the man who gives her a nod, sitting down while they study each other for a moment. When she reaches for the receiver, he does the same, leaning forward to listen what she has to say. She settles on the scars on his face and hands before finally looking into his eyes.

“Mr. Barber,” she begins, her fingers gripping the receiver tighter. “I wish I was here on better terms.”

“Mr. Barber,” he repeats, moving his head to the side, eyes narrowing. “Where did the formalities come from?”

“Do you have any reason to believe that Andy would hurt my daughter?”

Billy scoffs, his forearms on the counter, confusion on his face.

“What happened?”

“She ran away from him. Took my granddaughter.”

Billy pauses for a moment, giving her a smile.

“What did she do?”

Your mother purses her lips for a moment, unsure of how much information she wants to give away.

“Andy said they argued and she left him on the side of the road. He’s going to look for her, Billy. I need to know that my daughter will be unharmed.”

Billy crosses his arms, the receiver cradled between his shoulder and ear, listening intently before he answers her.

“You didn’t come all this way just for her. We’ve been in contact for months, remember? This is different.”

“I want you to answer my question.”

“You’re worried about your little lamb being led to the slaughter, hmm?” Billy laughs, your mother glaring at him. “Or is the ram that you feel will be up next?”

“I want my girls safe.”

“She’ll be fine. Both of them will,” Billy assures her with a nod of his head, pausing for a moment. “But that soon to be ex-husband of yours. Well, that’s a different story.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Andy never did like coming to see his old man. Once to ask for my help with Jacob and another time to show her off. Doesn’t really like the parentals all that much. Seeing as I’m in here and your husband is out there… only a matter of time before he gets in my son’s way. You can’t have it both ways. You’re a woman of God, right? Ever heard of the story of King Solomon and the baby?”

“He wouldn’t dare.”

“He wouldn’t? He’s a family man through and through. Can’t say he gets that from me. Good luck trying to interfere.”

Your mother slams the receiver down, grabbing her purse and leaving the room, dialing your father’s number as it goes straight to voicemail.

-

Jacob opens the door, climbing into the backseat while he studies you in the rearview mirror, your leg shaking nervously. Children mill around, Jacob waving goodbye and yelling to a few of them some inside jokes before realizing Violet is in the car, lowering his voice when he sees your father sitting in the driver’s seat.

“What’s going on?” he asks, your father giving him a nod while he waits for him to put on his seatbelt.

He looks suspicious but you can’t blame him. Your nerves are shot and lying to him will only make it worse, especially knowing that he deserves the truth.

You all do.

“There’s no real way I can come out and say this, Jacob,” you begin, your voice wavering, his slow nod making you remember to breathe. “Your father and I… I think it would be better if we had some time apart.”

“You argued?”

“Not exactly,” you reply, shooting your father a nervous look. “But I need some time away from him to clear my head. So I can take you home or -”

“I’m staying with you.” Jacob’s words are adamant, your eyes meeting his. “He’s been acting weird since Violet was born. I don’t… I don’t know what it is but I want to stay with you.”

“Might be a few days,” your father pipes in, Jacob shrugging while he places his backpack between his feet. “Might miss a day of school or two.”

“It doesn’t matter. I’m coming with you.”

“Okay,” you reply, your father putting the car in drive. “We’ll stop and get some clothes once we find a place to stay.”

“We aren’t staying with you?” Jacob asks your father.

“Renovations on the house. All that sawdust and noise. Not good for you or Violet,” he answers quickly, a lie told so well that you find yourself believing it, even if you know it isn’t true.

Violet reaches for her brother with her chubby hand, offering him an animal cracker that he takes as she screeches in happiness before he hands it back to her, watching her shove it into her mouth.

It lightens the mood for a moment, your father pulling onto the highway while Jacob rests his head back, eyes closing.

“I’m sorry,” he tells you, your eyes filling with tears. “It’ll be okay.”

Your phone is in your lap, your mother’s texts and calls unanswered, reaching for your father’s phone to turn off the ringer. It will be at least another two hours before you feel like you can breathe fully.

Colin’s text pops up, your phone vibrating in your hand at the notification, looking at the picture he’s sent you.

A black car is in the driveway, one that you don’t recognize.

Your eyes are fixated on the picture, knowing deep down in the pit of your stomach that whoever is waiting isn’t there by mistake.

Sent by Andy to look for you and Violet.

Your hand slides down to your heart and toward your belly at the thought.

-

Duffy paces around the kitchen, Andy’s head in his hands.

“The best thing we can do is wait. I’m filing the report the minute I get back to the station, Andy, I promise.”

“He took my kids, “Andy murmurs, his voice barely a whisper. “My wife.”

“We don’t know that, Andy. No one could know that. You said she was upset, right?” Duffy offers. “Maybe she took the kids for the night and they’ll be back by morning. Maybe he went with them.”

“You don’t know him like I do, Duff. He’s never cared for me, never has since the trial.”

Duffy nods, letting him speak as he sniffles.

“We have one little argument and then it’s over. You could have helped me, Duff. You had to take me in, didn’t you?”

“That’s not fair, Andy. I did my job. That’s what you would have done.”

“How much more can I lose until I’m finally left alone? You expect me to sleep tonight? Knowing my wife and kids aren’t under the same roof? That I’m supposed to accept this?”

“No one is saying you have to, Andy,” Duffy counters, blowing out a breath. “I’m saying that you need to think clearly.”

“Clearly,” Andy repeats, looking at his phone. “You can wrap it up, Duff. I’m not going to be a danger to myself, I promise.”

“I’ll have a detective out front if anything changes, okay?”

Andy gives a curt nod, standing up to walk her to the door.

“I don’t know her well, “Duffy continues, pulling on her jacket. “But I do know that she and those kids? They love you, Andy. I’ll let you know if I hear anything, I promise.”

Andy watches her head outside, closing the door behind him before slamming his fist against it.

As if on cue, his phone vibrates in his pocket, pulling it out to answer.

“Gone,” Fowler simply says. “Judging by the lack of clothes taken, I’d imagine that it was pretty quick. Can’t be too far from here.”

Andy pauses for a moment.

“Cape Neddick,” he informs Fowler. “Her parents have a house there.”

“Give me a few hours.”

Andy’s gaze settles on one of Violet’s baby blankets that is folded and placed on the couch.

“I want my kids safe and sound, Fowler.”

“And the wife?”

Andy drags a hand down his face at the thought of you.

“Keep her there until I get there. Safe and sound, Fowler. Not a single bruise on her body.”

“You got it. I’ll save that for her old man.”

“Better come prepared,” Andy tells him, peering out the window to see Duffy pull away from the curb. “Something tells me her father isn’t going to go down as easily as he should.”

“That’s half of the fun.”

“I don’t want her seeing it, understand?”

“Understood,” Fowler answers. “Wouldn’t want to frighten her in her delicate state.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Looks like she cancelled an appointment with her obstetrician before she left.”

[munstysmind]

https://aussieez.tumblr.com/post/671783485707567104/fanfic-end-of-the-year-asks

G'day mate! Catch a load of this!

19, 21, 24, 25, 28

19. Any new fics to start next year?

YES

I have several non Maddison related One Shots that are 50% or more written. I think I’m going to focus on getting them written in Jan.

I also have a Sebastian Stan series in the works set during the big COVID Lockdown in 2020 but I want to get to a good pause point in Maddison first because I can’t write row series at once or they get jumbled together in my brain.

As for reading, I can’t wait to get started on the two Dean series by @pixie88

21. Most memorable comment/review

Yours @aussieez. When you asked to be added to the Maddison Taglist (first person to ask) it was very exciting for me.

24. Favorite fic you read this year

Humble Beginings…

Girl/Forever and a Day by @dadplease, it was the first fic I read on Tumblr. This was BEFORE I had an account. I read it on web.

Ticking Clock by @syntheticavenger I've just started reading it and OMFG, it's SO good.

I'm LOVING Arranged by @time-for-a-lullaby. I've never been into Mob type stories but she has converted me.

25. A fic you read this year you would recommend everyone read

Humble Beginnings...

ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING by @sillyrabbit81 but "Syverson and Vixen" and "His Tuition" are my person faves

28. Longest fic you read this year

Humble Beginnings. Girl you've written a damn NOVEL and there's a sequel coming...

[egcdeath]

I just love the way you give recommendations 😍 any dark recommendations?

you guys really trust my taste lol. i am always happy to lead people to the fics that i enjoy! i’m not sure which dark character you mean so… here’s a few

dark!steve rogers

feast by @mypoisonedvine

there’s something very unsettling about this steve, and the way that j.d. writes will make you tremble (in more ways than one ;)). the idea of steve turning his hostage into an old fashioned housewife is so. so good. and the execution is amazing. you’ll love this fic nonnie.

yours, mine, and ours by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

i highly suggest checking out roo’s whole masterlist if you’re looking for something dark, but i truly love this fic with all of my heart. like once a month i read this and i think i love it more with every read. steve just becomes so evil so fast.. it’s just chefs kiss. and the ending of this fic will have you shaking in your boots

hindsight is 20/20 by @threeminutesoflife

this has a dark reader AND dark steve and good god is it a treat. i don’t think any review would be able to do this justice, but just know that your jaw will be on the floor the whole time you read this. the reader and steve are both so bad it’s good. when you finish it you’ll be like ‘yeah, they deserve each other’

when i’m reborn by @syntheticavenger

this fic will really make you feel conflicted at times. it’s about steve post-endgame who was reverted back to his pre serum state, and how he’s coping with that. this fic includes munchausen by proxy, and i think it’s one of the first dark fics i’ve ever seen with that concept. it’s really, really good. 

dark!ransom drysdale

most of the recommendations i gave the other day have dark ransom, so go check that out ;] 

dark!andy barber

ticking clock by @syntheticavenger

andy is a straight up sinister bastard in this. you will feel so bad for the reader the whole time. the way he acts in this fic will make your stomach CHURN. this fic is like crack to me.

one night by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

in this fic, andy gets the reader pregnant and will not leave her alone. he’s so foul and vile in this, so this is another one where you feel really bad for the reader. every time i see that this has updated, i scream a little.

dark!jake jensen

more than just a game by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

yes roo is on here thrice. that should be your sign to go check out her masterlist. i absolutely adore the concept of this fic, and roo’s dark characters are always so well written. what unnerves me most about this fic is how jensen genuinely thinks he’s such a good guy. it feels a little too on the nose!

okay, that’s plenty. i think i’m retiring from writing fic recs for now. i hope this list is helpful <33

[whatissleepanyways]

Well, even though I've never posted anything and haven't written in a while, I hope I can still participate 😅

I would absolutely give Andy the Beauty and Brains award, because that man is hella pretty and he's a lawyer - he's gotta need the brains. Not to mention he's always incredibly smart in dark fics, like "Ticking Clock" (https://archiveofourown.org/works/27478078) by syntheticvision (sorry I don't know how that link thing works and all so it looks ugly).

I can't choose anyone specific for the biggest flirt, but Carol and Ransom definitely share that award in my opinion. They're just... MWAH 💋 bipanic, though Buck is a close second. (+ Lee Bodecker too, I think. He'd be great, I can recommend slothspaghettiwrites.tumblr.com in that sense!)

Cutest couple would be the trio in "A Different Kind of love (https://river-soul.tumblr.com/post/645402392932892672/a-different-kind-of-love) by river soul (http://river-soul.tumblr.com), they're just adorable. It's one of the best ongoing series and the perfect amount of fluff and the occasional smut, plus, who knew Jensen and Andy would fit so well together? Just, l o v e

For Daddiest Dom and Subbiest Sub, I can't directly name a character, but rather an author who's just a true favorite of mine. Mama K (http://howdoyousleep3.tumblr.com) just writes the best subs and daddies, my favorite really are Daddy Steve and Baby Bucky. They're the sweetest (they also were my runner ups for cutest couple!) and sub bucky is adorable (yall should check out the series "Heavy Metal lover" by mypoisenedvine of you like sub!beefy! bucky), and daddy Steve is just... Hehehe. (on a random note, Henry Cavill excudes Daddy energy, I'm saying this in the most respectful way possible)

Most likely to switch would probably be Natasha, I think she'd be happy to give control up for a while, every now and then with a partner she trusts. She's so versatile, it's amazing. And hella attractive. But Sam too, I think he'd love some good topping every once in a while. And Zemo! Tony too. Maybe Jensen..? Okay now I'm getting carried away...

Biggest Class Clown would be shared with Sam, Yelena, Jensen and Mickey, as well. They just have a lot of chaotic energy going on, really. They'd wreak havoc if they were ever bored.

Bucky and Steve would be the ones with their size kink... They're super soldiers after all! But besides them, I think our beloved Witcher would love that too, as well as our Sheriff and Ari, they'd get a boner from that as well. Maybe Lance, to feed his ego? Huh... I wish I could test these theories.. What a cruel world we live in!

MVP... Uhhh, everyone?? I need them all, no exceptions. Though I'd like to be cheesy and say all the writers on this app (minus those who steal, ofc) are the real MVP's❤️❤️

I hope this was somewhat fun, I'm very sorry about the terrible formatting and all.. Still, I tried my best! Also, I left out the catfish one because I have no idea what that is... And I'm Lazy 😅! I hope it's alright if I @ the authors I've mentioned❤️ wish you all a great weekend and get spooked!

@darkficsyouneveraskedfor @mypoisonedvine @river-soul @howdoyousleep3 @slothspaghettiwrites @syntheticavenger

Friday Night Fun: Class of 2021 Awards

I thought it might be fun to do a little fun 'ceremony' on here to hand out awards to our fave characters. So what does that mean?

Well, you get to give your fave characters to write (MCU or otherwise) the following awards. You can give your reasons why or not, or even link a fic to prove why they deserve the award! It's all just some good fun to celebrate a fun Friday night!

Feel free to tag your friends! You can hand out your awards by reblogging on your own post. Make sure to tag me and add on the the tag #2021ClassOfCharacters.

List of Awards:

😊Subbiest Sub

🤤Daddiest Dom

↕Most likely to switch

💪Most likely to have a size kink

💻Most likely to be on Catfish

👥Cutest Couple

👄Biggest Flirt

🤯Beauty and Brains

🤡Class Clown

🏆MVP (Most Valuable Player)

(You don't have to use all categories and feel free to come up with some of your own!)

[chaos-to-my-thoughts]

Wow!!!

Ticking Clock - Eighteen

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Manipulation, heavy angst, manipulation, mentions of premeditated thoughts of murder.

Word Count: 2K

Note: Listen to 'Ticking Clock' by Atli Orvarsson.

I've written this entire fic by just listening to the Defending Jacob soundtrack thus far and I can't wait for you all to see what Andy has in store.

gif by @lilacevans

Previous: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen

Dark! Andy Barber x Fem! Reader

Summary | After your boyfriend is sentenced to prison by Neal Loguidice, you continue to find yourself in the crosshairs of Andy Barber, who is intent on keeping you close under the guise of being a friend in your time of need.

“You need to eat something.”

Asleep in your arms, Violet is unaware of your watery eyed stare at your father, the cup of tea sitting at the table now room temperature. A million questions run through your mind, including some that you don’t want to know the answers to. You wouldn’t let him take Violet upstairs to her crib, let alone let him try to soothe you. 

What soothes you now is your baby girl in your arms, unaware of the turmoil that you are going through.

The house is quiet, your father studying you for a moment before he finally speaks. His expression is full of sadness as Violet stirs in your arms.

“Sweetheart, I know this is hard for you. I didn’t expect the police to act so quickly.”

“It was that private detective,” you answer flatly, looking across the table at him. “He did all the work, didn’t he?”

“I had to be sure. You haven’t been yourself since the trial and I tried hard to understand whatever this hold is that Andy has on you. I tried to be supportive of the relationship. You know that. I’m not going to apologize for making sure my girls are okay. But I knew something was up from the jump when Laurie made it inside your hospital room. Andy’s a goddamn lawyer. That suite of yours wasn’t cheap in the slightest. Spared no expense just to have the door open? I didn’t buy it. Looks like the police didn’t either.”

Violet’s little face scrunches with displeasure, her eyes opening as you soothe her.

“He wouldn’t have let Laurie in.”

Even as you say it, you remember how Andy had brushed off your concern that you had seen her near the hospital before. You don’t believe it yourself, hating that it makes you feel worse for saying the words out loud as your father raises an eyebrow at your fervent denial.

“Are you sure of that? Can you say with one hundred percent certainty that he wouldn’t try something like that?”

“Why would he do that?”

It’s a question you’re asking yourself. One that you know your father won’t be able to answer.

Settling his gaze on Violet, he shakes his head.

“That’s what we’re going to find out.”

-

“Coffee?” Duffy asks, Andy glaring at her from across the table.

“How long until you decide that this isn't worth keeping me here?” Andy answers her. “Or do I need to call my lawyer and have her come down?”

Duffy sighs, plopping herself down in a chair across from him, her forearms pressing on the table. Andy is in no mood to have a conversation, his arms folded across his chest. The room is small, one window off to the side that provides little light. 

A room that Andy himself was in once while he was interviewing Leonard Patz months ago.

“Andy, this is serious. I need you to understand that this is more than just questioning. There are some serious allegations that are being brought forward.”

“You believe them?” Andy’s gaze fixates on Duffy, her expression emotionless when she answers.

“I wasn’t there.”

Andy scoffs at the response, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Really? You’ve known me your entire career here in Newton. Why would I put my wife and newborn daughter in danger?”

“Why would you purposely move her ex-boyfriend into a cell with your father?” Duffy retorts, holding up her hand for silence as his mouth opens to reply. “I can’t prove it, I know. But I have known you my entire career here. That’s why it’s suspicious.”

“So I need to call my lawyer.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Cut the crap, Duff. I’m here for questioning in an alleged case that hasn’t fully been investigated. I provided multiple statements on what happened that night and have been complying with anything the police has needed.”

“And you wouldn’t let her be interviewed alone.”

“She had just given birth! She had our baby ripped from her bassinette and almost taken. I wasn’t about to let them interrogate her. Anyone would have done the same.”

A knock at the door halts the conversation, Duffy getting up from her chair to open it. Standing in the doorway is a man dressed in a black sweater, a pair of jeans and baseball cap. Andy stands up immediately at the sight of him.

“Andy, I need you to -” Duffy tries, Andy shaking his head as he glares.

“Him? That’s who is interviewing me? He was stalking me! Is this a goddamn joke?”

“No, Mr. Barber,” Colin says quietly, closing the door behind him. “It’s not. You and I both have very different definitions of stalking.”

“I’m not talking to you. This is over,” Andy demands, Duffy sighing loudly.

“I don’t think so, Mr. Barber,” Colin continues. “Once my questions are finished, you’re free to go.”

“Duffy, are you serious?”

“Andy,” Duffy tries, putting up her hand for silence. “Let’s get this over with. Have a seat.”

“Why? Did you know he was at my house? What were you there for?” Andy counters.

“Mr. Barber, it’s only going to take a few minutes,” Colin begins, pulling up a chair as he waits. “I will be as completely transparent as I can be.”

“As you can be,” Andy repeats. “So you’ll withhold things. Am I under arrest?”

“Andy,” Duffy says with a sigh.

“Answer the question. Am I under arrest? If I walk out of here now, will you arrest me? Yes or no?”

“She won’t,” Colin agrees. “I’m trying to close out my investigation, Mr. Barber. It’s my understanding that you don’t get along with your father-in-law and seeing as there is some tension between you both, I am sure you are looking forward to getting back home to be with your family. This will only take a few minutes. Longer if you would like me to go through the proper channels and I don’t think the neighbors want to see you handcuffed and put into the back of a police cruiser.”

Duffy looks at his empty seat, Andy lowering himself back down.

“So he hired you,” Andy scoffs. “He really can’t keep his nose out of my business.”

“The question at hand is if you had any knowledge of Laurie being in the hospital prior to her being inside the hotel room.”

“Why would I answer that?” Andy replies, leaning back in his chair. “You’re a private investigator. Duffy is a goddamn detective. I’m not answer that question.”

“Alright,” Colin inhales, tossing a file onto the table. “So this isn’t you and Laurie talking at the hospital?”

The pictures are clear enough that Laurie is agitated, her arms crossed over her chest as Andy’s expression is hard. Another picture shows him blocking the entrance to the hospital entrance, Laurie’s hands up in the air.

“Looks to me like you were having a fight,” Colin says, Duffy looking at the pictures as Andy swallows.

Andy is silent, his jaw clenched tight while Colin continues.

“From what I saw, it looked like a big deal. Didn’t expect her to show up. But once she did, it seems like you wanted to turn it around,” Colin says, looking at Andy as he stares at the photos. “Laurie told me that you had told her that she’d given birth and that you told her that she couldn’t see her or the baby. What changed?”

“I want my lawyer.”

“Mr. Barber, if you do this, if you want to play this game then we’ll play. Full transparency? Laurie isn’t getting out anytime soon. Your wife’s father? He isn’t going anywhere. He’s committed to making this right. To find out the truth about what transpired. I did a little digging into her boyfriend. Shared a cell with your father? I wonder how that played out. I’m sure there were some strings that were pulled behind the scenes.”

“Conjecture,” Andy says with a shake of his head. “You’ve got a big brush with this picture you’re painting.”

“How long were you watching him, Mr. Barber? How long were you watching both of them?”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Andy asks, his eyes narrowing at the question.

“At the scene of the crime, there were rumors that you may have been present for the altercation. Which would have you a direct witness, which would mean that you should have been off the case.”

“It’s bullshit.”

“I can do some more digging if you like.”

“Go ahead,” Andy snaps. “You won’t find a thing.”

“Somehow, I find that hard to believe,” Colin answers him. “And what do you think she would do if she knew you’d been orchestrating behind the scenes the entire time?”

“I want my lawyer, Duffy. Now.”

“Alright,” Duffy answers quietly, a hush settling in the room. “Colin, we’re finished. Any questions, we’ll need to direct to Joanna Klein.”

Colin is silent as Andy stands up, fists at his side before he storms out.

-

Against your father’s wishes, your car slows to a stop at the police station, Andy standing outside before he sees you, heading down toward the passenger’s side, giving you a motion to stay seated as he sees Violet in her carseat, opening the door before he gets in, slamming it closed as he runs a hand down his face before he looks to you, his hands cupping your face.

“You alright? Christ, honey, I’m so sorry,” he apologizes, your blank stare at the station giving him pause as he sees Duffy standing outside. “Let’s go home. I’ll explain everything when we get back there, okay?”

With a shaky hand, you put the car into drive, Andy glaring at Duffy before he turns back in his seat, looking at his sleeping daughter.

“Did your father tell you he did this?” Andy asks after a moment. “Is he still back at the house?”

“No,” you answer quietly. “He left.”

“He’s not coming near you or Violet again. He paid to have someone spy on me. Did you know about that?”

“I didn’t know,” you tell him softly, fingers gripping the steering wheel. “He… he told me this morning.”

“He’s never trusted me. Ever since we told him Violet was on the way, he never looked at me the same way again. I get it, you’re his pride and joy. But this is fucking low. What did you tell him when he told you?”

You don’t answer, slowing the car to a stop at a red light.

“I don’t want to talk about this.”

“Well I do,” Andy snaps. “What did he tell you? How long has this been going on?”

“He didn’t say,” you reply. “You told me that she wasn’t there when I saw her at the hospital. You lied to me.”

“Are you serious right now? He got to you too?”

“Did you know?” you ask him softly, your eyes filling with tears. “Did you know she was going to take my baby? Did you let her?”

“Pull over,” Andy instructs, his voice hard. “Now.”

“No,” you deny, accelerating as soon as the light turns green. “I want to know the truth. You lied to me, Andy. You said she snuck in. You let her in.”

“Pull over,” he demands. “I said now.”

“You made me think I was crazy,” you sob, Violet’s little cries in the backseat alerting you as you try to swallow down your anger. “It was you all along. Wasn’t it?”

“Pull. Over.”

“Wasn’t it?! Tell me the truth!”

A car narrowly misses the front end of your car as you slam on the brakes, Violet’s cries filling the air at the jolt of the car, Andy hopping out of the passenger seat as you hear the door close. At the sound of it, you lock the doors, the tires squealing as the car shoots forward, Andy yelling at you from the top of his lungs.

You aren’t sure where to go, only that you know you can’t go back home. His form disappears into the distance, Violet’s shrill cries still piercing your ears as your attention is on the road in front of you.

“Just a minute, sweetheart,” you promise, wiping your eyes as you turn onto the freeway. “I promise we’ll be alright. We just gotta make it to grandpa’s house, okay?”

-

Andy pulls out his phone, his thumb hovering over a number before he pauses. The thought of Violet and you is enough to make him go forward with the call, the line ringing twice before it picks up.

“Must be a big deal if I’ve got the Andy Barber on the line,” the voice answers. “I assume whatever it is means you want it done in a hurry.”

“Fowler,” Andy replies, looking at his watch. “It’s about my wife.”

“Trouble in paradise?”

“I need her father gone.”

“I guess there can only be one man in a woman’s life,” Fowler jokes. “How gone are we talking?”

Andy looks down at the picture of Violet, Jacob, himself and you posing by the Christmas tree.

“Forever,” Andy answers.

“Address?”

“Sending it to you now.”

[georgiapeach30513]

I know I shouldn’t like him…but I do.

Ticking clock, Andy and readers honeymoon ❤️

You know, I didn't add a honeymoon in for them! Good eye!

Let's take a look...

Sunset

Word Count: 500

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, manipulation, mentions of pregnancy, oral sex (f receiving), a hint of angst.

You’re so different from Laurie.

Andy watches you stare out at the ocean ahead of you, on your side as he places his hand on your small but growing bump, his wedding ring shining in the last light of the sunset. She would be lost in her podcasts, talking a mile a minute about where to go next on this honeymoon.

He smiles at the sight of you, unmoving under his touch before he kisses your temple. 

Life has changed so much in the span of a few months. The wedding, while rushed, worked out without an issue thanks to your mother’s desire to take charge. As he suspected, she’d ran you ragged, picking out a dress that covered your slight bump, securing a silvery brooch to the front of your dress to distract from any peering eyes. 

“What’s on your mind, Mrs. Barber?” Andy asks you, your eyes pulling away from the ocean and back to him.

“Still feel tired,” you admit softly, Andy pulling you gently against him. “And nauseous.”

“Everyone experiences pregnancy differently,” Andy reminds you, careful not to mar this memory with one of Laurie. “For you, it just happens to be that morning sickness doesn’t stop at morning.”

Your eyelids are heavy, the Fijian sunset one you’re struggling to commit to memory as Andy rubs your back gently, soothing your aches as you sigh against the pillow.

“There we go,” Andy murmurs, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “Gotta say though… you looked amazing in your bikini today.”

“I feel huge,” you tell him, Andy’s warm hand pulling the string of your bikini bottoms, kissing your neck.

“You look fantastic,” Andy promises, his fingers successfully untying your bikini bottoms, his hand warm against the juncture of your thighs. “Just let me help you relax, okay?”

His fingers deftly slide between your legs, Andy’s hum of approval hitting your ears as the pad of his thumb circles your clit.

“A-Andy,” you whisper, Andy hushing you with a kiss as he slowly pushes you onto your back.

“Shh, honey,” Andy replies gently, your bikini bottoms pulled away as he moves between your legs. “It’s alright, I got you. Just let me make you feel good, okay?”

He kisses your thighs, inching closer before his tongue slides between your folds, gentle but enough for you to grip the sheets as he stills.

“Relax, sweetheart,” Andy urges you. “Hold onto me if you need. Guide me.”

When your eyes close, you force yourself to let go, your clit in his mouth as he sucks gently, his fingers slipping inside you as your fingers go to his hair. It feels good, he knows it does, your little sighs turning to whimpers.

When you come, it’s hard, your breath choppy and shallow before he pulls the sheet up over you, holding you against him as you struggle to keep your eyes open.

“Rest, sweetheart,” Andy tells you, his hand going to your belly. “We have a whole week ahead of us.”

[georgiapeach30513]

I can not trust anything this man says or does. He’s broken and no good. Return to sender.

Can we get a glimpse of Ticking Clock? Happy birthday! Hope you have the best day!

A glimpse of Ticking Clock? ABSOLUTELY.

Thank you for the birthday wishes!

Word Count: 500

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, mentions of pregnancy, angst.

Jacob carries Violet down the stairs, her little hands clutching her stuffed animal, disappearing from view. Nausea still roils inside you, your fingers clutching the pillow. Andy appears in the doorway, silent for a moment as he takes you in.

“I brought you some tea,” he informs you, placing the steaming mug on the nightstand before he sits next to you. Your eyes are closed, still trying to control your breathing as you inhale a cleansing breath.

His large hand caresses your cheek.

“Hate that you’re feeling so sick, honey. Is there anything I can do?”

“N-No,” you manage, shaking your head slowly. “Just need to be still, I think.”

“Okay,” Andy answers, giving you a look that lingers a little too long. “I wonder though… you’ve been nauseous almost every morning. Do you think…”

“No,” you reply quickly, not opening your eyes. “I don’t think so.”

“Really? It’s been a few weeks,” he reminds you, gently rubbing your back. “Maybe you should take a test, just to be sure.”

Nervousness makes you shake, remembering how you found out you were pregnant with Violet. It’s still too soon, much too soon before you can even think about what you know is most likely true.

“When I feel better,” you promise him.

The unnerving silence doesn’t make you feel better. You know he wants to say something, to suggest it in that tone that he spoke to you earlier in when it was just you and him in the house. It’s still raw, knowing what you know about him and Laurie and what had transpired. Fresh tears appear when you think about it, the lump in your throat thickening.

“Sweetheart,” Andy begins, moving away from him. “Don’t do this.”

Covering your face with your hands, you can’t help the sob that escapes your lips. Or the way Andy’s arms are planted on either side of you, pulling your hands away from your face as you look away from him.

“Don’t,” he says forcefully, his voice low. “I can’t lose you or our family. I’m sorry I had to put you through this. Your father forced my hand and look where it got us.”

“You did it,” you sob, his eyes narrowing at you.

“I didn’t expect her to do that. You have to believe that. I would never put Violet or you in danger.”

“But you did.”

Your voice is clear, tears streaming down your face.

“And I’m going to spend the rest of my life making it up to you and our daughter. I’m sorry. I should have been more truthful with you. From the beginning. I should have been honest about Laurie and our relationship, my relationship with my father and everything in between. I’m sorry, honey. Please believe me.”

Your lip trembles at his fervent plea, exhaustion threading through your nerves as he lets you go. Your hands fall at your hands, Andy’s breath mixing with yours.

“Drink your tea,” he instructs. “I’ll go check on the kids.”

[georgiapeach30513]

🥺😭 this hurt. Andy may be a manipulative bastard, but he does love Violet 😭😭

Hola Synth!

In regards to Ticking Clock, what if Laurie actually succeed in taking Violet?

How would Laurie have had her? Would the reader immediately blame Andy? Would Andy blame himself?

I’ve always wondered about the alternative!

Oh, man! This is SO SAD.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, mentions of hospitalization, HEAVY angst, grief, kidnapping, very brief mention of a suicidal thought but it is from a doctor's standpoint.

Andy gazes at your tear stained face, eyes closed as your chest rises and falls in a steady cadence. He doesn’t want the police inside your room, let alone anyone who isn’t him inside this space.

He can still hear your pained screams that continue to ring in his ear, even if it’s eerily quiet now that you are sedated. The bassinette was wheeled out quickly, Violet’s name card plucked out by your father as the nurses took it away. There’s a hunt for Laurie – splashed across TV screens everywhere he goes, except in your room where the TV is turned off, reporters making guesses of where she and your newborn daughter would be.

Your last words still haunt him, the way you had whimpered before the drugs had taken hold, the nurses holding you down.

“My baby,” you’d reminded them, shaking your head at the sad stares as they tried to soothe you. “I want my baby.”

Andy sits on the side of the bed, reaching out to stroke your hand, looking at the marks on your forearms from how you had attempted to go after Laurie before the nurse had come in.

“They need to speak with you again.”

Your father’s voice breaks Andy out of his stupor, the tension thick in the air as he knows your father has been crying. Your mother hasn’t been seen, taken out of the hospital by friends to avoid a scene.

“You better pray that you bring back my granddaughter,” your father seethes as Andy leaves the room, his hands shaking as the emotions come running back, the bile in his throat rising. “Or you’ll go missing too.”

-

“Canada,” Neal murmurs, handing Andy a large brown bag of takeout. “That’s as far as we’ve gotten. Still working with everyone but there’s no leads beside that and Canada… that’s a needle in a haystack.”

“Yeah,” Andy swallows, Neal eyeing his former boss.

“You sleeping at all?”

“No,” Andy answers. “Try to but it’s just… yeah.”

“Maybe take one of those pills they gave you. I’m sorry man, I promise we won’t stop until we bring her home.”

Andy closes the door, Jacob turning the corner as he sees his son, eyes red rimmed as he sniffles.

“Was that Neal?”

“Yeah,” Andy confirms. “Dropping off dinner.”

“Not hungry,” Jacob admits. “It feels weird, you know? It’s too quiet.”

You aren’t allowed home yet. Not with being a risk to yourself, your father keeping watch over you through all hours of the night. The impending divorce is coming, though Andy will block every attempt. You aren’t in the headspace for it but your father is.

The restraining order was put in place by him also, citing the pain that you had to go through when you needed to pump, thus making you spiral all over again. Your room is far away from the maternity ward, nurses keeping watch around the clock until they are confident you can be released to your parents.

Andy stares at the bag, placing it on the island counter as he grips the island counter. The guilt has settled into his gut, enough to make anything and everything taste like ash in his mouth. It would be one thing to have you home but he knows that there is a fight brewing that he isn’t sure he will win.

He hears the door to Jacob’s room close, leaving him in silence while he thinks about his conversation with Laurie. Nothing he can do will change the past or the present hell is he is living in. 

For now, all he can do is blink back the tears that continue to pool at the front of his eyes.

[georgiapeach30513]

Oh…well this was bittersweet knowing what happened. How long after this moment before he got in “trouble”

Hi! How are you? Can we get a drabble of Ticking clock Andy and Reader? A little backstory on reader before she met andy (I love her mysteriousness). A little bit of Andy of well. And into the future? :) #Synthsleepover

We sure can! Thank you for the request!

I dropped quite a few hints about her dear old mother as well!

“You’re drunk baby,” your boyfriend whispers against your ear, his arm around your waist.

“I know,” you purr, grinding against him.

It’s a Friday night, your favorite bar packed and loud, just the way you like it. Despite the near freezing temps in New York, inside this bar, you can feel the sweat dripping as the alcohol flows through you. You’ve always been a bit of a lightweight but tonight has been a cause for celebration. Your boyfriend is finished with his Masters and it’s the last night before you both head to Massachusetts. Not your first choice by any means but he’s got a brand new job working under the tutelage of Joanna Klein as an intern. It’s not major work but enough that he’s excited about it, even if you aren’t sure about moving so far away from your friends. Your parents, on the other hand, are overjoyed about you coming back home.

He sucks in a breath when you grind too hard, catching your mouth for a kiss.

“Alright, alright,” he says against your lips. “Let’s get you home. We gotta get up bright and early for the movers.”

“Always punctual,” you murmur with a nod, letting him guide you toward your friends as they say their drunken goodbyes between emotional hugs and last minute advice before you’re outside, the cold biting at your cheeks.

“It’s gonna be okay, baby,” your boyfriend says, wiping your cheeks before you realize you’ve been crying. “It’s like going back home.”

It is and it isn’t, your usual pit in your stomach coming back at the thought of what you left prior. Your parents had said goodbye to their perfect daughter, carefully crafted in your mother’s image so that you were a vision of perfection in everyone’s eyes. Coming back home meant covering up that side tattoo, remembering your language and church every Sunday, even if you didn’t live in her house.

It was a stifling and sober reminder that you were always ‘their perfect daughter’ because you’d learned that the mold your mother had molded you into was always going to be acceptable for someone.

Your boyfriend had seen through that perfect image, loosening you up so that you could explore who you were outside of your parents. You liked loud music, taking sporadic trips and picking up odd jobs that your mother would have turned her nose up at. But you were happy, even when you were walking five dogs at a time one minute and delivering pizzas the next. That relaxed girl inside you had made her appearance finally and you decided you were not going to let it be stifled.

“Like back home,” you scoff. “Just promise me you won’t ditch me when my mother gets on her high horse about sex before marriage.”

“At least you got the implant,” your boyfriend jokes. “We’re safe.”

“Can you imagine what she’d do if I got pregnant?” you ask him, both of you shuddering at the thought.

“We’re lucky,” he says with a laugh. “We have years before that happens.”