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sparkledfirecracker · 1 year

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Chapter one: The Kiss

Summary: Could an innocent date turn into more?

Pairing: CEO!Andy Barber x female reader

Word count: 3742

Warnings: 18+ only, explicit language, mild mention of sexual harassment in a work setting, slow burn, fluff, no smut (I know who the hell am I?), kissing/make-out.

A/N: 18+ only, please respect that. My first add-on to the wonderful collab with @chase-your-dreams-away and the adventure of our gym bro shenanigans. Also my entry for her lovely 800 followers challenge. The prompt given is still to come, I couldn’t fit it into this first chapter. It’s a mild slow burn and yes, even I’m surprised by it. Smut will be delivered eventually, patience!

Not beta-read, all mistakes are my own.

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Excitement coursed your body with the outlook of having the afternoon off. It was Andy’s regular day off, so it wouldn’t interfere with your boss’s schedule. You had been looking forward to this date but hadn’t enjoyed the interrogations from Nathalie and Tess throughout the morning. It was none of their business who you were seeing. Work and privacy were two things that needed to be strictly separated, at least in your opinion.

You had been thankful that Andy hadn’t loaded your desk with too much work. Just some emails and a few documents to file. You scoffed at the sight of Ransom Drysdale’s name, wondering why Andy would keep the creep around. He was a liability to the company, touching up ladies and being completely reckless in his actions without taking any responsibility for them.

Walking towards the water station, you let your thoughts wander. It hadn’t been rare for you and Ransom to have verbal arguments. You let out a giggle thinking back to Andy telling you both off. His demand had been adamant - you and Ransom had to stop the nonstop bickering. The both of you pretended to try but rarely succeeded.

Sexual harassment was a real issue. Unfortunately, some of the investments into the organization made came from the Drysdale household. Giving Ransom all the freedom he needed to stick around for as long as he did.

You hadn’t paid attention to the water overflowing your refillable water bottle. According to Steve, it was an environmentally friendly reinforcement and an important executive decision. In his effort to figure out a way not to pollute the environment as much.

Sometimes you wanted Steve to shut up as his ideas could get out of hand a little bit, but he was one of Andy’s best friends. Having met each other during their college days and stayed good friends as the years progressed. At least Steve had always been much better company than Ransom or any of the other guys.

You scrunched up your nose in disgust, thinking of the overheard conversations about illegally fucking a girl on the job. Or only being able to talk about anything fitness related. Having caught Johnny and Colin having a pissing contest whose biceps were bigger. Only to have Curtis join in and shame them all. Ending in long conversations about what exercises the two knuckleheads had to do to get biceps like Curtis.

“Earth to the secretary.”

Shaking your head, getting out of your trance and noticing the water pooling at your feet. Quickly shutting the tap and meeting Natahlie’s gaze.

“Oh Jesus, what a day already.” You mustered in the sight that had unfolded beneath you while you had let your thoughts wander.

“Where’s your head at?”

“Nowhere.” You wanted to hit yourself on the head for replying suspiciously fast.

“What are you up to?” Nathalie asked.

“Nothing. Work.”

“You know what I mean. I saw your name crossed off the lunch list. You never take time off, especially on days when Andy’s off.” Nathalie didn’t seem to want to let go of the topic. “In your words, you love the silence and peace.”

“I have too many extra hours to catch up on.” You shrugged, grabbing a cloth from a kitchen cupboard and throwing it on the floor. Your heel tried to wipe up the spilt liquid. The pencil skirt was too tight for you to bend down.

“Oh, spill the beans,” Tess huffed, nudging Nathalie’s shoulder. “She’s probably just going on a date.”

You stiffened at Tess’s assumption and rolled your eyes. Nathalie’s eyes grew bigger while stopping Tess in her tracks and frantically pointing at you.

“Oh shit, she is. She is going on a date. Finally, my baby has grown up,” Nathalie cheered. The melodramatics felt exaggerated and unnecessary. “Who is it?”

“No one you know, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

“Name.”

“Can't remember. I would have to look it up in the app.”

“You used a dating app?” Tess questioned, making you groan. “What’s his name? Where does he live? We want you safe.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be safe. It’s a museum date.” You smiled, receiving a few awes and kissing sounds. The ping of your phone went off. Glancing at the screen. ‘I’m looking forward to seeing you later.’

Heat coursed through your body while reading the sweet message. He was just as excited as you were. You knew about his feelings. He had vocalised them well enough on multiple occasions. Although your last failed relationship was still in the back of your mind. Never being treated the way you deserved, but with this man, it felt different. He was willing to go the extra mile and treat you in a way you had never experienced before.

“He’s called Stephen.” Nathalie grinned. You scoffed at the privacy intrusion but were thankful for how he was saved on your phone. “It isn’t a bad cover-up name for Rogers, right?”

“Gross.” You scrunched your nose in disgust.

Without any more words, you grabbed your water bottle and left the wet cloth on the floor. Nathalie shouted a verbal apology after you started to walk away and back to the upper level.

Annoyed at Nathalie’s behaviour you sat behind your desk. They could not ever know what was happening. They should’ve minded their own business instead of sticking their noses up in yours. Shrugging off the annoyance, you dove into the final few tasks of the day.

As the alarm on your phone went off, you cleared up your desk by making sure no files were in sight and locked away. You grabbed your bag and made your way down the stairs towards the locker rooms.

After a quick change and freshening up, you took a final glance in the mirror. Twirling from side to side if the chosen outfit accentuated all the right parts of your body. A nervous smile played on your face, breathing deeply in and exhaling out the bubbling anxiety. Everything was going to be fine, it all would work out. The worst part would probably be eventually, having to resign from a job you had come to love and one you appreciated a lot.

Nerves were overtaking you when you stood in front of the steps. Your eyes scanned the crowd, hopeful to see that one familiar face you were waiting on. The Museum of Fine Arts had been his choice and one you had always wanted to go to but never been able to.

Nervously you glanced at your watch. Maybe he was running late. Deciding to check your phone to see if he had messaged you. No notifications when you tapped on the screen. Anxiety bubbled to the surface again and you started walking back and forth. The possible thought of others staring at you, the poor hopeless girl, getting stood up by her date.

Trying to shake the intrusive thought from your mind you tried to focus on the fallen leaves on the floor. Counting them as you paced past. Your head cocked up as you heard your name being called out. The familiarity of the voice instantly warmed you up inside.

“I’m so sorry, I waited in line to get our tickets sorted and then my booking didn’t go through. It was a nightmare.” The word vomit immediately made you feel at ease, he was just as nervous as you were.

“It’s okay, Andy.” The warmth of his hug made you melt into him.

“No, it’s not, I’m so sorry. I could’ve at least sent you a message.” Andy apologized again, breaking the contact between you both. His wooded smell filled your nostrils and wanting nothing more than to smell him all day. “Let’s go, because we have a lot to see. I’m excited.”

You smiled at his vulnerable statement, adoring his openness and not hiding his feelings from you. A spark jolted through your body as he grabbed your hand, guiding you towards the entrance.

Andy hadn’t been able to contain his excitement while guiding you through the museum. His outstanding knowledge of the museum and its artefacts made you wonder why you had refused to go on an earlier date with him. You knew why, but it seemed to be an excuse not to get hurt by yet another man.

You rounded a corner, the low-lighted room made you stop in your tracks. One of your favourite paintings hanging on the wall.

“If I’m correct, this is one of your favourite paintings.” Andy glanced your way taking in your awed expression. “Renoir, 1883.”

“Dance at Bougival.” You both spoke in unison, a slight warmth washing over you. The view of the painting gave you chills. Not quite being able to grasp why it was making you feel the way it did. The elegant way the woman held on to the man or how maybe it was the way the man leaned into the woman held firmly in his arms. Or was it the people in the back minding their business while the couple danced away the afternoon?

“Renoir had a thing for capturing intricate details of contemporary fashions. Just look at the woman’s red bonnet trimmed with purple fruits. Another open-air cafe in suburban Bougival - the floor littered with cigarettes, burnt matches, and a small bouquet. The touch placement of their hands and intimate proximity suggest a sensuous subtext to the scene.” Andy rambled on while pointing out all the different details on the decorated canvas.

“Dance with me?” It came out like a question, one you hadn’t intended to be a question. Your eyes grew at the realisation of having asked the question out loud.

Without hesitation, Andy whisked an arm around your waist while the other grabbed your hand. For a second, you both mirrored the dancing pose of the painted couple. Andy portrayed the man with the straw hat while you posed as the young woman with the red hat.

An intimate moment shared, the proximity allowing you to feel Andy’s rapid heartbeat. The fact that he still was just as nervous as you were settling some intrusive thoughts you had been trying to push at the back of your mind. You turned your head. His lips brushed against yours for a split second. Watching his jaw clench, holding back on something you both seemed to desire. With a final twirl, he spun you away from his body, bowing down at you as if to thank you for this lovely dance.

Firsthand embarrassment was felt when a few people in the room clapped at your spontaneous moment. You wanted to hide away and run out of the room, but Andy stopped you just in time. His arm wrapped around you, holding you firmly against his side. One of your palms pressed into his chest while you both giggled at your escapade.

“I miss being this in love. It’s good to see romance isn’t lost yet. You’re such a cute couple.” An older lady spoke nodding her head as if to approve of you both.

“We ar-”

“Thank you very much.” Andy’s lips pursed together as he nodded back towards the old lady. “But we must get going, otherwise we’ll be late for the next surprise.”

Confusion was written all over your face, as Andy strode out of the room.

“Why did you do that? We’re not, this is-”

“We would’ve been stuck in that room for another hour if you had said we weren’t together.”

“The woman looked harmless.”

“And she also looked like one who would tell you that you’re wasting your time being single.”

You both laughed, walking towards the other wing of the building. The exhibition hall came into sight as Andy made his way to the entrance.

“Are you enjoying yourself?”

“I am.” You confessed. “Very happy.”

The exhibition poster informed you about Italian Romanticism. Italian paintings were an ode to your art-loving obsession. The delicacy and the attention to detail never made you get bored of any of it. Just sitting in front of a painting for hours, getting lost in the world being portrayed. A loud gasp filled the air and you were quick to cover your mouth. You looked over at Andy and he just gave you one of his infamous lopsided smiles, motioning for the empty bench.

“What attracts you to this painting so much?” Andy asked, you kept silent for a few seconds debating if you should share the intimate answer with him.

“I adore the simplicity of this painting.” You avoided his gaze, but from the corner of your eyes, you knew he was intrigued. “The subtle touch that captures a passionate gesture between two lovers.”

“Huh.” Andy’s head tilted to the side as if he was surprised by the answer and had never really thought about it that way.

Minutes of comfortable silence filled the room, just the two of you staring at the painting and both having a mutual appreciation for art. Both your heads tilted to observe the techniques used, watching the way the swipes of the paintbrush left delicate traces on the canvas.

Once again intrusive thoughts weaselled their way into your brain. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, keeping from exploding at the thought of what it would feel like if Andy kissed you that way. How one finger would perfectly cup your cheek while his thumb would rest on your chin. A passionate gesture of eager desire.

The way his other hand would hold the back of your head as his lips lingered over yours, feeling the bristles of his beard gently tickle your skin. His ocean-blue eyes turning into a pool of lustful waves from desired emotions before pressing his lips against yours with a fiery passion.

The rapid flow of thoughts bouldered through your mind like an unstoppable train. Only coming back to reality when Andy shook your shoulder lightly calling out your name.

“Sorry?”

“Lost in thought?”

“Yes, it’s what paintings do to me. They allow me to drown in stories and questions, making me fall down this rabbit hole of thoughts.”

“I love when that happens. It’s what art is supposed to be, it has to make you feel something.”

You simply nodded, agreeing to everything Andy added to this visit. The two of you wandered around the museum, making sure to have seen everything and losing track of time. Giggling at the announcement of the museum closing soon. Lost in conversations of art, discussions about artists and their problematic history. There was much more to Andy than you had anticipated and it felt new and exciting.

Ending up at the exit gathering your coats from the wardrobe and heading your way outside. As soon as the fresh air hit, Andy started to fidget a little. He seemed nervous again like he did when he met you outside earlier.

“Just spit it out, Andy.” You were preparing for the worst where he would tell you he hated every bit of the date and didn’t want to do this again. Preparing for a break-up while not being fully involved yet. The heartache already felt inside your chest. An uncomfortable rhythm of beats thumping inside your ribcage. Another disappointment in the dating scene. “It’s okay if you hated every second of it. It was nice going as friends.”

You rushed through your words, looking up at his stunned expression. A desperate need to want to get out of there and your feet bolted at the thought. Only to be held back by a hand firmly gripping your elbow.

Your body was flung back, crashing into his chest. His mouth inches away from yours. Again you noticed the calculated jaw clench. His hot breath caused goosebumps to run down your spine. While his eyes kept glancing between your eyes and your lips. For a moment hopeful that he would go the extra mile and just kiss you like you had imagined he would.

The softness of his lips almost to be felt but instead, another disappointment washed over you when he stepped back. An immediate rush of cold air ran between your separated bodies, making you miss his warmth.

“Do you want to grab something to eat?” He asked, awkwardly stuffing his hands inside his pocket like a teenager.

It wasn’t a question you had expected. But it certainly wasn’t a question you were mad about. Surprising would’ve been a better explanation of how to feel.

“Yes.” You nodded and without any hesitation, almost sure he had pumped a clenched victory fist inside his pocket before grabbing your hand with the other and dragging you along.

“Before I assume anything. Did you come by bike?”

“I don’t always cycle everywhere, Mr. Barber.”

“Very formal of you,” Andy laughed. “I’m taking that as a no.”

“That would be correct.”

A wide smile appeared on his face. It was a rarity, Andy never smiled. You hadn’t seen it often, at least not at work. But the fuzzy feeling in your stomach made you smile shyly. You wanted to jump for joy and squeal, but you had to keep it together. Squealing like a schoolgirl could be done behind doors later with no Andy in sight.

“How does a lobster roll sound?”

“I never had one.”

Andy stopped right in his tracks. Almost too shocked to even say something, gulping like a fish himself.

“You what?”

“I never ever had a lobster roll.”

“We’re going to fix that. I know the best place in town.”

It hadn’t been a far walk, but you had been thankful for being able to sit down. Your feet had been sore from strolling through the museum.

Andy had gotten himself in line to get you both a roll. He seemed so excited to be able to share this first experience with you. One he hadn’t been anticipating. It had settled your worries from earlier that he might not have been enjoying himself.

Collected by your own thoughts, you sat up straight at the thud in front of you. Watching the glass of white wine being placed in front of you. Meeting Andy’s wide smile.

“Had to bribe the owner to let me take this outside.”

“Bribe? Well, I didn’t take you for a crook.” You giggled, accepting the small plate he handed you.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” He taunted, only making you more curious.

The sliced pickles and stacked potato chips made up the decor. The warm filled bun smell was incredible. Making you excited to try it out.

You hadn’t noticed that Andy had been staring when you took your first bite. It wasn’t until you opened your eyes and were met with his hopeful blue eyes that you nodded as you chewed. A lame thumbs up followed as you couldn’t chew as quickly to give him a worded reply.

“What?”

“You got something on your cheek.” Andy smiled.

The rare trait slowly was growing on you. It felt nice to know that you had been the source of his smile. You leaned into his touch a little as he wiped your cheek with a napkin.

“Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

Dinner had been so delicious. The tender and sweet lobster was placed inside the buttered-toasted bun. A certain simplicity to the dish, but you loved every second of it. You both had eaten in silence, with an occasional ask if the other was enjoying their food or wine. The chamblis had been a nice pick on Andy’s part for sure, matching the seafood tones nicely. He had warmed your heart with every stolen glance. If you had to describe the feeling, he would be a rock on solid ground.

Andy Barber was going to be trouble to your heart, soul and body.

You stood in front of your door. Keys fumbling in your hand, looking at Andy once again. Not really knowing what to say and how to act. You truly enjoyed yourself on this date and hopefully, he would want to repeat it one day.

“Thank you for today.”

“My pleasure.”

“I enjoyed myself.”

“I did too.”

“Get home safely.”

Andy nodded and he turned around. It had been your queue to turn around, fumbling with the keys to finally fit into the lock. Twisting the lock and opening your door. You looked over your shoulder finding Andy debating something.

“Are you okay?”

Your question startled him, and without blinking an eye he charged your way with large steps. Making you crash into your own door. Air left your lungs at the impact. Andy’s palms rested beside your head while his lips hovered over yours.

“Can I kiss you?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” The response was barely audible, but his lips crashed hard onto yours. A rushed need of hopeless want. A fire rapidly spread inside, rushing and flooding every inch of your body. Andy’s tongue grazed your upper lip. Granting him access to battle over dominance.

Your hands gripped his tie and shirt, pulling him into your body. No one was watching while the man that had given you butterflies devoured every part of your mouth. A circle around your tongue, scraping your palate. You hummed at his expert control of owning you. Melting into the pressure he applied by pushing his body into yours.

His hands cradled your head while yours rested at his waist. With another deepened kiss you fisted his shirt underneath his grey coat. You needed Andy just as much as he needed you. He was all worked up because of you and allowed you to feel every inch. Not wanting to stop the one thing that kept you both going.

Unfortunately, it stopped, and your mind tried to gain back logical thinking. Your eyes opened staring back at Andy, his lips were swollen and reddened from your make-out session while yours still held a pucker to them.

“I need to go.”

“You can stay.”

“I won’t be able to hold myself back from taking you.”

You gave him a simple nod and rested your hands on his chest. His hands covered your wrists as he took a slight step backwards. He leaned in for a final peck on your lips. Leaving you without another word said.

For a moment you doubted yourself if this had really happened. Your fingers ghosted over your plush lips, closing the door in disbelief. As soon as the door clicked in its lock, you jumped around and squealed loudly.

#lilos writing #andy barber x female!reader #andy barber fic #andy barber x reader #andy barber smut #andy barber #andy barber x you #andy barber x y/n #ceo andy barber #series: gym bros #chase 800 followers celebration

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viric-dreams · 2 months

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B for the whole gang

B) What inspired you to create them?

Ockham: "Wouldn't it be funny and/or fucked up if some random Belgian sailor were to get impressed by the Royal Navy? Oh, they stopped doing that in 1815? There wasn't a Belgium until 1830? It's currently 1899? Yeah, uhh, snake possession."

Roberts/Nite: "Wouldn't it be funny and/or fucked up to have a Jekyll and Hyde situation with one guy trying to the sun the sun the sun the sun and the other trying to put out the sun? Let's give this guy Problems."

Tamara: "Varchas has such an interesting relationship with both the sun and Fingerkings. It has a religious element to it, but completely different to the relationship between Sequencers and the Dawn Machine. It would be interesting to take a character who grew up in a society like that and force her into the Other to see how she rebuilds her life, and which elements of similar Neath cultures she either takes on or rejects based on her upbringing and circumstance, especially if the main relationship in her life is with a manwomanperson of the Is Not, something she's been raised to fear and mistrust."

The Rubbery Barber Surgeon: "Wouldn't it be funny and/or fucked up if your barber and/or surgeon was a squid?"

#ockham #roberts/nite #tamara #the rubbery barber surgeon #yeah there's a theme here #margaret's short life was predicated on #'wouldn't it be funny if your petty rub against your asshole empress boss accidentally escalated into regicide #and you're now the celebrated heroine of a political movement you know absolutely nothing about'

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haleyhunwritess · 1 year

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🤍 drabble for andy barber taking care of reader who's on their period

a/n: this request was made by @chrisevansdaughter, you guys should check out her work too!! it's amazing and very comforting🥺🥺🥺

𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐲’𝐬 𝟏𝐤 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

"Oh sweetheart, it's okay, I'm here." Andy mumbled getting up from the bed when he heard you throwing up in the bathroom. He quickly made his way over to you, crouching down next to you and holding your hair back.

"That's it bubba, get it out, it's okay." He gently started patting your back, and whispering sweet encouraging words in your ear. Telling you it'll be okay soon, reminding you how brave you are.

After cleaning up, he carried you back to bed, trying to get you to go back to sleep. Once you closed your eyes, he made his way downstairs to find some ibuprofen for your cramps, and some juice to wash it down and also get rid of the taste of vomit from your mouth.

When he entered the room, he could hear you crying under the covers. The quiet sobs coming from you broke his heart. He lifted the covers, and pulled you closer to him. Shushing your cries, and gently rubbing your back. He handed you the ibuprofen, as well as the juice, and encouraging you to drink as much of it as possible.

"I'm so proud of you, bubba, you did so good." He smiled when you finished the entire glass, and set it down on the bedside table. He kissed your forehead and softly hummed as you eventually fell asleep.

#andy barber x reader #andy x reader #andy fluff #🤍 drabble #1k celebration #haley 1k celebration

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secretswiftymarvelfan · 1 year

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I hope it's not to late to send in a headcanon for your birthday

How would the Chris characters would react to reader being on her period.

It’s never too late! Especially for you 😘 and thank you for sending in a prompt! Its been a while since I’ve done a Chris and Co. Headcanon!

Warnings: Period talk! Language!

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Send me some Birthday headcanon and Drabble Prompts

Chris Evans

With his job and schedule it meant Chris couldn’t always be with you when mother nature came to visit

But that would never stop him from trying to help you feel better

He would order stuff to be delivered to the house, like your favourite icecream, snacks and even a new set of fuzzy comfy PJs

Whenever he got the chance he would FaceTime you and help distract you

And if you were in a real need of a pick me up he would text his ma and ask if she could bring you some of her cooking which he knew you loved

Andy Barber

Since Andy was a busy man with a very important job you never wanted to burden him

But no matter how busy Andy got with a case he would always notice when something wasn’t right with you

And even when you tried your hardest to play it down and act as normal but Andy knew your tell tale signs, he could just tell by the tone of your voice

So he made sure to leave the office on time or early if he could, pick up some more supplies and head on home

He would cook you a glorious meal and then you would curl up on the couch together watching whatever film or TV series you wanted

Mechanic!Curtis

Curtis knew just how bad your periods could get, the both of you having to cancel plans just because it was that tough on you

But despite how bad they could get, you never let them stop you from working, your patients needed you

So when you got home Curtis made sure your evenings were as easy as they could be

He had comfy clothes already laid out, hot water bottle’s ready to be filled, heating pads, a couple flannels in the fridge for your headaches, and meds all ready

As soon as you stepped inside he would swoop you up into his arms and wouldn’t let you lift a finger

You’d often end the evening laying between Curtis’ legs, your head on his chest as he read whatever book you we’re currently reading out loud to you

Biker!Ari

He knew something was up as soon as he stepped inside the bar

Your brows were pinched together and you weren’t your usual self, a lot more closed off than normal

He tried to ask you multiple times what was wrong but you waved him off each time, but Ari was persistent and he wasn’t gonna let this go

So he kept asking, right up until you practically bit his head off “Ari I swear to fucking god! It feels like I’m being ripped to shreds from the inside out I do not need you badgering me like a five year old!”

Ari didn’t say anything he just stood from his stool and walked behind the bar, your eyes wide with shock as he towered over you

“Go lie down for 30 minutes I’ll cover the bar” he states.

“Ari no, I’m fine” you sigh tiredly, running your hands down your face

“No, you’re not, go lie down” he says putting his hands on your shoulders “30 minutes at least”

You let out another long sigh, your shoulders dropping “fine, thank you Ari” you finally said

Ransom Drysdale

To begin with Ransom was pretty useless

He would just let you deal with it since he had absolutely no clue how to help

He didn’t know what really changed but one day he saw you really suffering, holding back tears suffering, so enough was enough he had to do something

Pulling out his laptop he began googling everything he could before heading out to the shops to get what he needed

When he got back he found you up in bed, curled up in a ball

“I brought you some stuff kitten” he says putting multiple grocery bags down on the bed

You frown sitting up and looking through all the bags “Jesus Ransom did you buy the whole store?”

“Maybe I just wanted to get anything you might need, I’m sorry if I’ve been pretty useless” Ransom apologises.

You smile softly over at him “thank you Ransom, its the thought that counts”

“Well from now on tell me what you need and I’ll sort it” he swears

“All I need right now is for you to hold me” you admit

Ransom doesn’t hesitate as he climbs into bed next to you and pulls you into his embrace “anything for you kitten”

Lloyd Hansen

Lloyd actually was useless

It didn’t affect him so he didn’t care

He would leave you to it, throwing you his credit card

“Just use that for whatever you need or want” he’d huff as he leaves

So maybe he did care, just a little bit

SEND ME SOME BIRTHDAY PROMPTS!

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#Niamh's 24th Birthday Celebrations #Chris Evans and Co.#chris evans #Andy Barber #Ari Levinson #Biker!Ari #Curtis Everett #Mechanic!Curtis #Ransom Drysdale #lloyd hansen

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jamneuromain · 1 month

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Jam, in honor to the song I was just listening I propose a battle for our reader.

😠 + 😉 with Andy VS Steve. Steve was your first love, Andy is your current amazing love. Fight fight fight (not physical obviously lol🥊!

hmmm.... It's such a tough call! But since Andy is your current amazing love, I rule for-

Ugh I hate ex-bf being all gloating and smug when you meet again

Not Him

Previous Steve Rogers x You; Andy Barber x You

Warning: Ex-Steve, Reader is in her late 20s, Andy a few years older than reader (but not mentioned specifically). None?

Summary: You met someone unexpected, your ex, Steve, on your way to your class. What's the worst that could happen? Answer: Andy happened.

A/N: Hiya! Sorry it took so long to get it out :( I've been clearing my draftbox as best as I can.

Someone called out your name behind your back, and you instinctively snapped your head in that direction.

Blonde, built, and that smile-

"Oh, Steve. Hi." You instantly recognized the man from your past.

You met Steve when you attended high school. While he was the famous football quarterback for the school team, you were practically nobody, and if it weren't for a class you shared, you wouldn't even know each other in your separate lives.

One thing led to another, and you became high school sweethearts, before breaking up a few months later.

"Hey." He jogged up to you. That sunshine-dazzling smile nearly splitting his face in two, "It's been... what, ten years? Wow..." He exclaims, carefully observing you from head to toe.

"Yeah, I mean, I haven't seen you since ... the prom?" You casually switched the pile in your hand to the other, smoothing your T-shirt.

Oh yes, the high school prom where you had two dances before he spent the whole night with the pretty British girl with a posh accent. What's her name? Petra? Penny? Next day, your phone was blasted with Instagram notifications telling you from all aspects and angles how they kissed as Prom King and Queen. Not that you didn't know it already, when you were there, under the stage.

"You-uh heading somewhere?" He pointed at your stack of papers, teasing ever so slightly, "I've seen you still not giving up on studying, huh?"

"Well, I-"

"I'm working as a coach now," He interrupted before you could finish your sentence, flashing his team jacket before your eyes, even tapping on the chest where the team name is visible to any man within eight feet if they weren't complete blind.

"Wow." You nodded, playing along, "Uni team, impressive."

Too bad you were never a decent sports fan that could share Steve's enthusiasm as to which legendary figure saved the day with a ball in their hands - nor did you find being a coach "impressive" ... or intrigued, for that matter, because being in front of glamouring Steve fucking Rogers made you shrink back to your high school self-image again: a small, inconspicuous, socially unidentifiable shadow of a being that you could barely recognize. And yet, the contrast between Steve and you reminded you every single time, that you do not belong to a world of his, a world where books and glasses are symbols of "nerds" or "geeks" and are perfectly fine to make fun of, a world where if you don't like sports - or not being a potential athlete, you should be eliminated in every social context.

"Yup." He popped the "p" with his full lips, "If you want the tickets next season-" Steve pointed towards himself with both thumbs, the lop-sided smile made him look smug as ever, "This guy is your go-to-guy."

More like your never-go-to guy. You scoffed, adjusting your expression to a small smile as soon as he turned his focus on you, "Sorry, I think I need to head to my next class."

"C'mon-" Steve dragged his tone almost annoyingly, "Skip it. Don't you have some time for me, for old time's sake?"

You could have ten more minutes for him before the next class. But you didn't want to. Which was the point.

"Hey, honey." Came a voice behind your back, startling you just a little. An arm draped around your shoulders, squishing you into a familiar embrace, "I've been calling."

You let out a sigh of relief. More so when the owner of this familiar voice took the stack of papers from your arms into his own, and rubbed your sore arm for having to hold the pile for quite a while.

"Sorry." You apologized to your beloved boyfriend Andy, "I must've silenced my phone during the class."

" 's okay." Andy pressed a kiss to your temple, whispering, "Wanted to ask you about lunch anyway. Nothing important." Andy slowly moved his eyes away from yours, and acted as if he had just seen Steve, a 6-foot man who appeared out of nowhere, "Who do we have here? Honey, would you mind introducing?"

"Sure. This is my ex, Steve, from high school. Steve, this is Andy, my boyfriend."

The moment the word "ex" escaped from your lips, you became aware instantly that your boyfriend had entered his suit mode, every available muscle tensing up in his body, and like a good huntsman, ready to strike when he sees the glimpse of a failure of his opponent. Where you hoped that "high school" from your introduction would calm his nerves, it certainly achieved the opposite when you heard your boyfriend say: "Oh..." in a thoughtful way, "the quarterback-captain, am I right?" as he extended his hand to shake Steve's.

Yup. It definitely made Andy slightly on edge.

"I'm part of the coaching team on campus, actually." Steve flashed his identity proudly before Andy, shaking Andy's hand in an equally firm grip, "Go Falcons."

"Oh..." said Andy again, more thoughtfully, "I'm a professor here in the Law School - You wouldn't happen to be the coach assistant of Karl?"

This just turned more competitive than you would think. Yet, it did bring a tinge of amusement when Andy confirmed your suspicion that Steve was too young to be made a coach, while the position of coach assistant was for brainless jocks who did all the dirty work coaches didn't want to, the heavy-lifting and paperworks, for instance.

"Well," Steve sneered, "I thought dating a student was improper conduct, Professor."

"Excuse me?" Andy raised his brows. So did you.

"You heard me." Steve nodded towards you, "Her, a student, obviously. It would be a great unfortunate if the dean might hear about such a rumour somewhere, wouldn't it?"

He said almost challengingly.

Wow. Typical Steve as ever. The girl he dated after prom, the British girl, was rumoured to have had a bad break-up previously. According to gossip that ran in the school bathroom, the British girl was told that her ex was cheating - which turned out to be a false alarm, but they broke up anyway.

Now you guessed you knew who was the little birdie that shared the false information with that poor girl.

Andy snorted out laughter. The corner of his lips could barely contain themselves as he struggled to keep a straight face, "Marvelous." Andy clapped - more like tapping his palm with the other hand, before asking for your permission, "Should you do this or should I?"

You scoffed. Really scoffed in front of the glorious quarterback that you liked a decade ago, "For your information, Steve, I'm working as a lecturer at this university. So, go start your devious little plan elsewhere. If you don't mind, I have a class to teach - C'mon, Andy."

You dragged Andy by his arm and led him out of the battlefield.

"Nice." Andy commented, not bothering to look back at his opponent, with a pleasing grin that was probably going to mold on his face for all eternity. "Did you see the look on that guy's face? Spectacular. So proud of you, Honey."

"Yeah, not my best moment having to face a dickhead-ex." You huffed out, "Jesus, why didn't I know he was that big of a jerk when I started dating him?"

"I know," Andy said, sympathetically, "Don't worry though, I noticed that your choice of man has had a significant change for the better."

You shot him a dirty glare, which Andy took, feigning he just got hit on the chest.

"Sorry, no joking, got it." Andy made a pained face which caused you to involuntarily grin. Quickly abandoning the idea of the ex in his mind, Andy finally returned to the topic for which he came to find you, "What's for lunch again? Cafeteria?"

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brandycranby · 10 months

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seven sentence celebration: 🥭 m. list

a compilation of the drabbles written for my celebration event for my first fic By Your Mouth and Mine.

last updated: 08/07/2023

event announcement | main masterlist

sensibility

ransom drysdale x you, requested by anon

a million reasons

steve rogers x you, requested by @eloquentreverie

liquid love

andy barber x you, requested by @astrorogers

sunkissed

ari levinson x you, requested by anon

new horizons

frank adler x you, requested by @undutchable11

lack of standing

andy barber x you, requested by @worksby-d

in perfect colour

ransom drysdale x you, requested by @itistimeforusalltodecidewhoweare

like a prayer

steve rogers x you, requested by anon

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techdriveplay · 1 month

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Sydney’s premier Face of Man marks a new era of luxury grooming with its flagship city location

Sydney’s premier men’s grooming lounge, Face of Man recently made its debut in its reimagined location on York Street and has now expanded its services with a dedicated Face of Grooming barbershop. The high-end grooming spot continues to innovate and challenge the norms of the modern man’s grooming routine, now featuring treatments and products from the luxurious British skincare brand,…

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toastsnaffler · 2 months

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Good Grief I need to meet more dykes....

#listening to my barber talk abt their gf w tears in my eyes. i love lesbians <3 #ik i literally live w another lesbian but all she talks abt is how married she is to her besties (both guys)#and her fictional guys or celebrity crushes (also all guys). and she hates all the dyke media i love (tlt baru etc) im literally starving #to be 100% clear im not invalidating her sexuality at all i would never #but i need someone to lez out with..... (figuratively. and literally inshallah) like what do i gotta do to talk abt women around here..#one of the queer community spaces here does gay speed dating but they call the dyke one 'sapphic' which puts me off it lmao #not a fan of the word... and i dont wanna meet uni students (there are a TON in this area). but maybe i just need to bite the bullet #and go anyway. when im not sick i need to get back on queer parkour too..#auuuurgh. but not this weekend cuz i have furniture to put together and a flat to clean and elden ring to play and myself to kill SLASH J #.diaries #feeling so bad in the head. im gonna put the hot water on and build another shelf and shower once its done ah...

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geminixevans-stan · 2 years

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Happy 1 Year Anniversary! 💚

Will you still take my ticket for Nanny’s Heart?

What if….

Steve walks in on Andy watching a video of Reader… and then she walks in on them both?

😏

Lmaooooo I'm still taking the ticket you menace!

Pairing: Andy Barber x Nanny!Reader x Manny!Steve Rogers

Words: 699

Warning: 18+ Minors DNI, explicit language, sexual content, masturbation (m), smidge of anal sex (m rec), voyeurism.

From Nanny's Heart Au

You knew you were playing with fire the minute you pressed ‘send’ on your phone. It was unlike you to send something of that nature and it was time you did a little bit of teasing of your own.

It was only right that you did since Andy and Steve decided to edge you last night for being a brat. The brat that they created.

So as you hit ‘send,’ you sat back and relished at your master plan, getting up and grabbing your keys to go scoop up your two spawns.

Before you could make it out the house, you heard the booming steps of Andy making his way out of his office. Your name came out of his mouth like a threat as you turn to look at him.

“Yes Andy?” you smirk, twirling the keys in your hand.

Andy quirked his eyebrow up, crossing his arms over his chest, “Andy? I see you want part two of last night and I don’t mind giving it. Come here. Now.”

A giggle escapes your lips, your hand turning the know and holding the door open, “Nah, gotta go pick up the kids. You have fun with my gift kay?”

You don’t wait around long enough for Andy to call your name again, closing the door and going down the stairs. Before you can make it to the car though, you see Steve coming up to the house.

He gives you a knowing smirk, nodding his head towards you, “His sweetheart. Been a good girl today?”

“Steve…”

A wide grin spreads across his face, “Still mad about last night huh? That’s what brats get baby,” he teases, making his way to the front door.

You give him no more conversation as you get in the car, backing up, and heading off to the school.

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“Fucking brat,” Andy grunts, with one hand holding his phone and the other wrapped around his leaking cock. He watched as your dipped your fingers in your pussy, stretching yourself out as you moaned out his name.

He practically drooled seeing you like that, almost cursing himself for punishing you last night.

You sounded so pretty coming from his phone, his hand fisting his cock faster as he matched the pace of your fingers.

Andy didn’t even hear the click of his own door being opened. Only low breath being blown as Steve watches Andy watching you, “Shit…”

The bulge forms against the front of his jeans, looking at the sight before him. Andy’s head snaps towards Steve, his hand still on his cock as your voice fills the room.

“Ever heard of knocking?”

Steve cocks his eyebrow up at Andy, “Never knew I had to? That our brat over there?”

Andy issues out another grunt, stroking his cock slowly, “Yeah… fucking tease”

Steve wets his lips, stepping closer to Andy, “I say she won this round…”

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The kids made it in the house before you did, running upstairs to get changed. Suspicion got the best of you when Andy didn’t automatically come out to greet them.

He couldn’t be that mad…. Could he?

You make your way up the stairs to your shared room, not hearing a peep until you get closer.

Muffled voices could be heard from outside the door and there wasn’t any doubt in your mind about just what was going on.

With a quickness, you open the door to see Andy splitting Steve open, his thick hand wrapped around his throat as he snaps his hips against Steve’s.

You close the door quickly, looking at the sight before you.

Both men were lost in their own world as you looked on, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.

You clear your throat once… twice… a third time before they snapped their heads up at you.

Andy issues another hard thrust into Steve, causing him to cry out, “Welcome home brat,” he grunts, “Wanna join us?”

Oh, you wanted to… So bad.

But since they wanted to not make you cum last night, it was time to play their game against them. Without even saying a word, you stare at both men, before walking out and going back downstairs.

Check…. Mate.

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