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logical-grave · 1 year

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𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕓𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟 𝕗𝕣𝕦𝕚𝕥 ℂ𝕙. 𝟙

|| Pairing || - Dilf!Andy Barber x Reader

|| Warnings || - None so far hehe. Actually, andy barber is a warning himself. Very fluffy and slow burn-ish? Reader is 20 and Andy is early fifties 😀 so yea, but of an age difference. This is in first person too.

|| Summary || - It’s the summer before junior year of college and your neighbor can’t seem to keep his hands off you.

|| A/N || - IM BAAAACCCKK AAAHHH ahem sorry. I literally started writing in this acc and then dipped and now I'm getting back Into it hehe, I cant help myself. But yayyty this is the first chapter of my first series and I'm so excited omg omg

|| Word Count || - 2.8k

There was a light breeze that turned the tip of my nose cold, enough to tickle the hair on my face that removed me from an enticing trance. Six, seven months, maybe since the new family moved in known as the barbers. They had a past, I'm sure of it but who the hell am I to bring it to the present? I mean, for whatever reason they moved here, it was to escape and though marathon wasn't paradise on earth, it cut close.

The for sale sign on their clean-cut lawn lasted as long as a blink, the listing to our left being sold as soon as it was on the market and that sparked many eyes to center on it. But that lasted a week and only that before the barbers deemed this villa to be their retreat in the cruel world that surrounded them. No one knew who they were or what happened that caused them to move from the chilly climate of Boston to the humid one of the Florida keys. But they're here and they've piqued my interest.

“Honey, are you dressed?” it was a voice, one aged yet high pitched, belonging to my stepmother Rose. She was nice, she liked my father enough to stick around when he had arrogant outbursts but those weren't introduced to her until he was engaged to her. She was tall, slim, and at the age where all her veins were prominent against her skin but she pulled you in with stories of where she seemed to live another life. It made me wonder how she ended up here, with my father, and taking all his shit when those stories she told could live on.

Maybe that's where I came in. to pass her stories onto me and do my best to make my own. “You're 20, you have so much ahead of you.” Those were her words, ones she repeated to me many times as if she wished to tell herself that at my age. Either way, it was too late to feel bad for her but she was right. I'm only 20 and I, like her, would like to tell stories to young women that reflect me at this age.

“Coming,” I called through the door and backed away from my bedroom window, shutting it after myself. There was already an ache on my shoulder from the weight of the bag I prepared for a day on the sandbar, an extra bathing suit, an extra set of clothing, sunscreen, a hat, and a book to indulge me later on. I twisted the handle that opened to the narrow hallway of the beach house my father bought in 2000 and he's been accustomed to renting out to families that escaped the north and decided my summer before junior year of college was a good time to put it to use.

Rose stood in the kitchen, hunched over sandwiches she made to keep our stomachs from rumbling in the dead center of the sea. She also packed salt and vinegar chips, my favorite which she made a point to always have on hand when I craved a snack. Not a word left my mouth as I stepped past her to the patio, watching as my father used the freshwater hose to clean the inside of the boat. “Hey, sweetheart, hand me the cooler would you?” My father asked, his arms outstretched and his eyes switched from my own to the cooler on my left. A nod from my head prompted me to grab the handles on either side of the blue cooler, lifting it and straining slightly as I heard the movement of ice inside of it. “Jeez,” I said, lifting it above my hips in an attempt to hand it to him easier and he removed it from my grasp without much effort. A huff left my lips as I trained my gaze over the docks that lined all the beach houses, a weird way to set up a neighborhood if you didn’t own a boat.

“Where’s rose?” My father asked and I removed my bag from my shoulder, sighing in relief at the loss of weight off my shoulder as he placed it in the storage compartment at the front of the boat. “She’s inside getting the food. I’ll start locking up.” I spoke, unsure if what I said processed through his head since he was the type to act as if he was at times and I wasn't certain if that included now or not. My hand reached for the keys that hung above the outdoor freezer, usually used to store bait and fish. He flaked and gutted which made the keys in my hand smell. It also wasn't the best idea to have the keys in such an open space but surprisingly crime was low here and the worry about intruders was not a common one. “Don't lock up, yet. We’re still waiting for the barbers.”

My body tensed at the name, the step I was about to take to the side entrance contracted my muscles and a wave of numbness pushed through me. I tightened my grip on the keys in my hand, surely making a mark in a jagged manner due to the shape. “The barbers, father?” I cringed at myself for a moment, knowing I reserved the endearment for when I was conflicted and looked to him for some false sense of security but what does he know?

“Yeah, they’re joining us but they should be here already.” He looked to his right, their house tall and prominent in his view but the windows or doors showed signs of life. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, a sound I didn’t want to be accustomed to yet the familiarity of it started to push that wave of numbness again. Torn in two, my mind attempted to look for the decision of if I should go inside and dread meeting them until Rose was with me or turn on my heel and give them a blinding grin.

I don’t know why I was scared to meet them, maybe the small anxiety of having to make conversation or the itching curiosity of why they were even here needing to be answered but a conclusion was made for me. “Sweetheart, come say hi.” my father's deafening voice rang behind me and I gulped the lump in my throat that formed without my notice. I dangled the keys in my hand, allowing them to jangle and I pulled back my shoulders to straighten my posture. My mind made quick laps to gather whatever information I already knew about them and all I could sum up was Mr. Barber is a defense attorney, Mrs.barber was a teacher, and their son was six years my junior. Great, prepubescent, and raging hormones.

I turned around, a grin on my face as I looked over the new faces and almost made a sharp intake at first glance. one thing is for certain, striking looks ran through the family. I picked up my feet, stalking towards them with hesitant steps and a vague idea of how to even approach them. “This is my daughter.” my father introduced my presence, the weight of all their eyes on me as I held my hand out towards Jacob who stood the closest to me, and shook his hand. I held back a grimace, feeling the clamminess of his palm and comparing the difference between his and his mother's that felt like a plush felt.

I shook Mr. Barber's hand, the contrast between ours; his calloused and rough, mine delicate and chaste. “Nice to meet you, Darling.” He smiled, his blue eyes piercing into my own as his large hand enveloped mine, a charm from the small action emitting from him. There was a palpitation in my chest at the pet name he gave me in such a short amount of time of knowing him, telling me he was an affectionate man, one that didn’t have many boundaries. “Nice to meet you as well.”

The loud shut of the side door caught my attention, Rose exited the house and struggled a bit to balance a platter and a large bag. Feeling a slight of pity, I walked up to the patio and grabbed the bag, the familiar heavyweight back on my shoulder making me pout. We neared the dock once more and Rose introduced herself to the barbers as we all piled into the boat. “Thank you,” I muttered to Mr. Barber as he held my hand to assist in my descent into the shallow boat, taking my seat at the front to pull in the ropes that hooked us from drifting away.

Jacob made himself comfortable next to me and I smiled warmly at him. “So, what school do you go to?” he yelled over the growling engines that cut through the water and I shook my head. “I don't go to school until I reach the fall.” I shrugged with my sentence and he nodded, vaguely keeping his interest in me. I held back an eye roll and looked over my shoulder toward the back of the boat. Mr. Barber leaned into Mrs. Barber's ear, a joke he made causing her to laugh and hide in the crook of his neck.

His eyes met mine, only for a moment at least, as he tilted his head. I blinked before turning around and facing the front of the boat once more. Our destination was already in sight because there were a few other boats anchored in comfortable positions, drifting slowly from the waves we made in tow. The loud growl of the boat engines began to stutter to a stop, finally being able to speak to one another without yelling at the top of our lungs.

“Think you can toss the anchor?” I hear my father call over his shoulder to Mr. Barber, watching as he chuckled dryly at him. “You insult me.” Mr. Barber stood, slipping past me on his way to the tip of the boat, opening the compartment where the anchor is stored, and held it just over his shoulder. My eyes trailed the hand he had holding the anchor, moving down towards his bicep which bulged due to the weight, the veins in his forearm presenting themselves just under his skin. Subconsciously, I crossed my legs and turned away as I heard the splash of the anchor hitting the water.

Mr. Barber opened the storage compartment, reaching for the red-striped bag that Laurie had brought with her. “Here, honey.” He smiled at her as she now stood beside me, Jacob and I standing together as I grabbed my bag. Making my way towards the back of the boat, I removed my ragged shirt that has seen better days, and my shorts that were now tighter than I’d like after the half rack of ribs I consumed last night. I stuffed my clothes into my bag, placing it inside the bait well before hanging my legs over the side of the boat and jumping in.

The water was perfectly warm due to the piercing sun shining over it. I sunk into the salt water just under my chin before turning onto my back, enjoying the laxity of floating above the waves. “Beautiful day, huh?” Mr. Barber's voice interrupted my serenity and I stood on my feet, blocking the sun out of my eyes to obtain a better look at him. “Mhmm.” I nodded, looking at the ripples of his torso, the structure of his muscles is something he’s surely worked for and still maintained at his age.

“How old are you?” He asked and I looked at him curiously. “Turned 20 a couple of months ago,” I answered, my fingers each dipping into the ocean that surrounded me, and watched as the small droplets fell from the tips. “Fun age. Getting drunk, knocking out on the couch of your friend's dorm. The good old days.” He smiled, reminiscing his younger years as he ran his hands through his hair. “I wouldn’t know. I don’t drink.” I commented, ready to swim back onto the boat for some light reading.

“I get it. You’re a good girl.”

I looked at him and his eyes were dark, the blue of his eyes now a thin ring around his pupils. A logical reaction to his words has yet to cross my mind as I stared at him blankly. “Sweetie, come here!” Laurie called for him and I watched as he took two steps back before turning and walking back toward the boat.

Ignoring what he said, I continued to drift yet his words seemed to tattoo themselves onto the side of my brain.

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I pulled the back of the sundress down, the length not exactly keeping me modest. It was navy with bundles of pink and white flowers printed onto it, the build of the dress wrapping my waist in a flattering manner. After the sandbar the day prior, the barbers kindly invited us to dinner, an outing on their dime. For a scarce small town, it still had its fair share of restaurants that had forks on the left and knives on the right and to place napkins on your lap.

“It’s under the name Barber, a reservation for six at 8:30.” Mr. Barber greeted the host with a smile and he scrolled through the large tablet before him as he nodded his head, confirming the reservation. “Right this way, please.” The host piled 6 menus in his arms, leading us through the restaurant. The ambiance was nice, dim but just enough light to maintain the aesthetic they’re going for. The white cloth of the tables was soft and crisp as if they just arrived from the dryer and we all took our seats.

I took notice to my left, watching as Mr. Barber claimed the seat there and rose to my right, all of us looking around the room in awe as we took in the others who dined as well. “What a nice place.” My father commented as he straightened his button-up. I nodded along, placing the aforementioned napkin in my lap, and took a sip of the water the waiter came and served us. “It’s gorgeous here, Andy. We can’t thank you enough.” Rose smiled, looking past me at Mr. Barber and I followed her eyes. For a moment, I saw his eyes flicker from my thighs to Rose, clearing his throat as he smiled at her. “Truly, it’s my pleasure.”

“So how’s it been at the office with George? I imagine he simply couldn’t sit still and do his homework.” Rose jokes, placing her hand on my father's arm. I let out a small breath, realizing now that the night would mostly be filled with questions made for the adults, telling me that I am now sided with the likes of Jacob. I looked over at him, seeing his face slightly illuminated, most likely by a gaming device just under the table.

“Office talk is the last thing I want to speak about at the table, honey. Did we tell you? Italy is absolutely beautiful this time of year…” My father continued and I drowned him out as he began to recall our first outing to Europe back in 2017 yet I couldn’t be bothered to listen to him rave about the beer and women there once more.

Then, a small gasp left my lips. The feeling of a large warm hand grazing the side of my left leg caught me off guard, almost making me tip the glass of water in my hand. My eyes turned to Mr. Barber who gave me a small smirk, his hand tucked behind my knee as his fingers smoothed over my skin. I swallowed the lump in my throat, the room surrounding me suddenly feeling smaller and hotter.

“Have you considered studying abroad, sweetheart?” Laurie said, looking over at me. I stared blankly at her for a moment before clearing my throat as I conjured up an answer. “Possibly, but for now I like where I’m at.” I gave her a weak smile as his hand trailed further up the side of my thigh, the tips of his fingers playing with the seam of my dress which I cursed at the short length. My hand stopped his own before he could progress, digging my fingers into his skin as a motion to stop but it seemed to urge him more. “That’s a nice dress, darling. Compliments you well. Doesn’t it?” Mr. Barber smiled kindly as if he secretly wasn’t making a move on his office partner's daughter under the dinner table. “Yes, you look gorgeous.” Laurie agreed and I couldn’t help the blush that crept onto my cheeks, more likely due to the hand that was causing my skin to feel as if it was on fire.

“Thank you.” I uncross my legs, dropping them both on the seat under me and tucking my napkin under the side of my thigh, sneaking small glances at Mr. Barber as a waiter introduced himself to take our orders

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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year

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Kindly Unspoken, Part 9

Summary: Christmas with the Barber’s

Pairings: Andy Barber X Reader

Rating: 🥺🥺

Warnings: none, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.1K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

“What time did you tell her?” Amaris asks, leaning over the back of the couch to look at the front window. “Did you give her the right address?”

“She’s been here plenty of times,” Andy yells from the kitchen bringing the rest of the snacks into the living room. “Feet off the couch.”

“What do you mean she’s been here plenty of times? Like times without me?”

“Yes, she came here to inspect the house,” he sits down on the couch, and the little girl crawls over into his lap, looking at the coffee table filled with all the snacks.

“Does she celebrate Christmas?” Andy nods at her, starting to giggle. “How did you ask her?”

“I asked if she would like to come over later because you made cookies her.”

“It was your idea,” she hums. Wanting to lean over to grab a sugar cookie. She turns and looks at her dad, and he gives her a nod.

“Get one for me, too, please.”

She waits until Andy takes a bite before smiling at him, “Do you like Angel?”

“Of course I do. She brought you to me. Nobody needs to be alone for Christmas.”

“Yeah, but, do you like like her. Like…like her? Like…how Hayden likes Doll.”

“Did you have a good first Christmas in Boston?”

Amaris blows a raspberry out of her mouth, but doesn’t press her dad further. She knows It only makes him shut down a bit more. Her fingers tap on his arms, looking back behind her out the window again, “Daddy, you look handsome in your sweater.”

“And you look beautiful in your Christmas outfit.”

She fiddles around with the dress, giving him a smile, “Doll picked it out with me. I bet it’s going to be so nice for Cozy to have a mom in her life. And Sailor has a mama, too. You know, moms just know what their daughters need.”

“Is this about Jessie?”

“No,” she answers quickly, shaking her head. “How do you miss someone you never met.”

“You met her, sweetheart.”

“I don’t remember her, though. I know she was great, and I’m sad that I don’t have a mom, but I don’t miss my real mom. I’m just saying that Doll and Tulip are my aunts, and wouldn’t it be nice for me to have another mom? One that I actually know?”

“Ah,” Andy sighs, leaning back on the couch. “You want me to get married. Am I not enough?”

“You’re fine, daddy, honestly. I’m just saying that I can’t keep Doll here. And I know that you provide for me, and you’re getting better at picking things out, but Doll does the shopping. And Angel has really good style. I’m just saying,” before she can add more, she sees your lights beam through the window and she jumps up.

Andy breathes a sigh of relief with the round of questions. Talking about giving Amaris a mom was not an easy topic for him. He hadn’t really dated since Jessie. Not anything serious. A few one night stands, but never someone he would consider a long life with. “Amaris, just wait by the door. It’s cold out, and you don’t need to stand there with the door open,” she drops her hand from the handle, and stands there twitching.

Waiting patiently, until she hears your little knock, and she slings the door open, circling her hands around your legs. Pulling her off you, you give her a big tight hug, “Did you have a good Christmas?” Squeezing through the door, you shut it, keeping the cold and the snow out.

“I did. Come see my room,” she wiggles out of your arms, and starts racing up the stairs. Turning around to look at you, “Well come on.”

“You better go on,” Andy says, coming up behind you to join the both of you. “There’s been some changes to her room.”

“You guys work fast,” you whisper, going up the stairs. “Wow. It looks amazing in here. How long did this take?”

“Well, Nini helped. Hayden and Curtis painted. Steve built me some more to my village. Look,” her Calico Critters seemed to be her favorite. Steve had provided her with hills on her table, making it appear just like a village. “And this,” she points over to a corner full of stuffed animals, “This is mine and Sailor’s favorite. The mountain of Squishmallows. She lets me read her stories there. And…oh! Angel, we got you a present.”

Walking over to her very own little pink tree, she pulls out a small package, and you were almost taken aback. “It’s not a lot. It was dad’s idea. I helped with the final product though. I hope you like it.”

You thank them both, and start to open the package, gasping at the pastel highlighters in them, “You didn’t seem to have the right highlighters in your collection. Amaris calls them Mild Lingers. She has some herself.”

“Do you have them?” You shake your head no, surprised that Andy had noticed enough about your desk to know you didn’t have these highlighters. “See,” she walks over to her desk, and opens up a notepad, using one of them, “There’s gray ones. Now, we just gotta keep Coco from stealing them from you.”

“Yeah, he tends to do that to me.”

“The other day I found one of my baby bunny critters in his pocket,” she giggles at you. “I tried to get him to set up the village with me, but he was stuffing the babies in his pockets. I gotta be careful because Sailor likes to eat them.”

“So you like being close to your family?”

“Yes! And Doll is having a little girl that they’re calling Cozy. Well, Cozette, and Cozy for short. Um,” she lets out a deep breath, and looks up at her dad, “Daddy said you were alone today.”

“Well, not completely. I was looking for someone.”

“I don’t like people being alone. Daddy and I made cookies.”

“They’re just those Pillsbury ones,” Andy adds. It was still the most adorable thing. Andy really enjoyed being a father, and was adapting to the life well.

“And, he said he likes watching Elf on Christmas. And me, and Nini, and Doll, and Tulip, and even Hayden, because he can’t leave Doll’s belly alone. But we made this yummy popcorn that has Christmas candy and sprinkles in it. Daddy and I were trying to make the perfect hot chocolate recipe, and it’s okay, but I think we can do better. But what I mean is, do you think you could stay? Eat popcorn, and some okay hot chocolate, eat the cookies, and watch Elf? Please? Pretty pretty please?”

You look between the two, and while you didn’t want to impose on them, she did say please. They didn’t look like they were going to be doing anything else. And it warmed your heart that they, or at least she, wanted you to stay for Christmas. “I’d love to, Amaris Mae.”

“Okay, you two go downstairs. I’m going to get my pajamas on since you saw my outfit. You want to pick out a Squishmallow to lay on? I want the axolotl though. Might I suggest the dragon. She’s pretty comfortable. Daddy likes the shark,” she goes ahead and picks up the shark and hands it to her dad, while you grab the dragon, and head downstairs with Andy.

“Have you eaten? Tara sent us home with a ton of food if you’re not into snacks,” you don’t know how you missed the living room with all the snacks on the table, but the two of them had created a pretty magnificent spread. “The hot chocolate is in the kitchen, but I can heat you up a plate of real food if you’d like.”

“It’s fine, I had some frozen lasagna.”

“Oh, well…uh, next time don’t hesitate to ask. Tara and Howard wouldn’t mind. Doll’s ex boyfriend was even there.”

“That’s strange.”

“He’s her brother’s friend. Here,” he gives you a fluffy blanket, and goes to the kitchen to start the hot beverage. Moving around quickly. “I don’t want to impose. I’m just so thankful for all you did. I have my daughter, and…there've been a few bad days. Not many. We’ve visited her foster parents, and that seems to help. But she’s home and with me and her family where she belongs. And I just…you should have a family.”

“I…Andy I didn’t have the best experiences in the foster system. I was carted around to so many different houses, and I…I don’t want to talk about that time. But it made me who I am. Made me want to fight for these kids who are forgotten by the system. Made me want to give these kids a better life than I was given. And yeah, sometimes it’s made me a bit of a loner, but I don’t feel alone.”

“But you deserve the family that you’re giving these kids,” you look away from him. He could be so intense. You weren’t offended by what he was saying, just shaken up that someone would care so much about you. Care about where you were. Care to know that you were fed, and had good experiences, and made Christmas memories. “Have you ever seen Elf?”

“I haven’t.”

“It’s my favorite. Watch it every year,” he pours three mugs of hot chocolate, sliding one over to you. “Tell me what you think?”

“Mmm,” you say, taking a sip. “You know what I think it needs?” Amaris skips into the kitchen, already discarded her own Squishmallow on the couch, and she stares excitedly at you. “I think it needs some vanilla, a dash of cinnamon, and some whipped cream,” Andy looks over to Amaris, licking his lips playfully, and goes through the kitchen grabbing what you need.

“You’re lucky,” the little girl giggles. “Nini stocked our kitchen.”

“Ooh! A dusting of cocoa powder.”

“That’s what I told you, daddy!” You fix up everyone’s mugs, but Amaris jumps up, and runs into the pantry, bringing out a container of chocolate chips that she puts on the pile of whipped cream. “This looks professional!” She squeals. She takes a long sip, and smiles at the two of you. “You know, all three of us helped make this the perfect mug of hot chocolate. Try it. You’ll see.”

You had to agree, it really was the perfect mug of hot chocolate.

Andy looks out the window when the movie is over. Smiling over at his sleeping daughter before looking at you, “I don’t feel comfortable with you leaving.”

“What?” He points outside, and you see why. Apparently it had started snowing while you were watching, and it was still coming down, covering the road, and your car.

“I don’t think your little Civic should drive through this. There’s an extra room upstairs. You could wear some of my clothes to sleep in. I just don’t feel comfortable with you driving in this.”

“No, yeah. Yeah, you’re right. I just…I don’t want to push myself into yours and Amaris’ space.”

“Are you kidding me?” He gives a soft chuckle, softly tapping on her leg. “She adores you. She loves the women in her life. I think she hates that…I’m sorry. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. Curtis has a big truck…”

“No. No. Staying here is fine. I’ll make…do you have bacon and stuff for French toast?” He gives you a nod of his head, his mouth turning up into the biggest smile. Unbeknownst to you, Andy was struggling not to get too excited. “I’ll make us some French toast in the morning. I’ll figure anything else out after that. Maybe some fresh fruit, and eggs.”

Andy felt too comfortable having you here. He wasn’t fighting your company like he did with most women. And he would be blind to not notice how good you looked in his home with his daughter in between the two of you. “Right. Let me get you something to wear, and I’m going to carry the sleeping beauty upstairs. Thank you for tonight.”

“You did everything.”

“I mean, thank you for always being kind to my daughter. You have a good heart, Angel. Come on, let’s find something for you to wear. Gotta clean this mess up. There’s always messes with a kid.”

“I can help.”

“No, you’re our guest.”

“I don’t mind. Kids’ messes just mean they’re in a safe and happy home. You’re doing good, Andy Barber,” yep. He liked it too much. He isn’t even mad that the snow was keeping you trapped here. With a look outside, he hopes that it will continue to snow throughout the night. He didn’t want to hold you prisoner, but it felt good to know that Amaris was going to wake up with you here. Giving him and her the family he always desired, and he was getting the feeling the one you did, too.

“Merry Christmas, Angel.”

“Merry Christmas, Andy.”

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lilacevans · 2 years

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↬ 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒈𝒊𝒇𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒆𝒓 (39/??)

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bunnyscraft · 2 years

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What about Andy Barber with a cheating / getting back at kink

Like he knows Laurie is cheating on him so he turns to you

Dark!Andy Barber x Younger!Reader | Guilty

Bunny’s Note : oooo spicy !! Always love some dark!Andy Barber !! Hope you enjoy this one <3

Warnings : slight! dub-con, darkish!Andy, cheating, daddy kink, oral (f receiving), inexperienced!Reader, mean!Andy, slight misogyny, BIG AGE GAP !!

Andy’s pov:

I’d made it two steps into the pristine seemingly empty home before I heard it—the obnoxiously loud ringing of my wife’s phone. The shrill sound of the speaker shouldn’t have irritated me more than the reason for the call.

I knew who it was. Who he was.

Laurie’s feet thumped down the hallway—always quick to pick up the unknown caller or send it straight to voicemail before mumbling on about annoying telemarketers and asking how my day was.

I knew what she was doing.

I watched as her chipped red nails flipped the device over—screen now flat against the cold expensive marble that stood in the middle of our kitchen. “Oh! Ands—baby,” she faked surprise, moving around the counter to conduct our mandatory kiss. What once used to be the most exciting part of my day—I was about to get laid—now blended in with my other daily duties.

It’s Thursday—take out the trash.

Don’t forget to schedule with the groomer.

Take a handful of vitamins because apparently—I am now old.

Kiss cheating wife.

Go to work.

She leaned in, kissed the corner of my mouth as quickly as one could. I didn’t bother to return it and she didn’t bother to care—no she only continued to clamber around the kitchen searching for her bag and shoes and whatever else she’d need for her night out of pretending she wasn’t a mother and wasn’t in her mid forties and definitely wasn’t a married woman sleeping with drunk men in their twenties.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, babe. Sorry it’s such short notice—you know Susan can’t bake it all without me. She’ll definitely need my help with the bake sale and—” Laurie rambled on, picking up her phone and anxiously tapping through it.

She seemed to have forgotten that Susan didn’t know shit about baking and that our son, who was now a senior in high school, was possibly a little too old to have a mother host a bake sale for him.

All of these things—the bullshit lies and the shifty behavior—should have hurt me. Maybe they should have triggered a sort of dominance in me to protect my family or confront my wife. But no, in moments like these, I felt nothing.

“Oh and y/n is here—upstairs with Jacob.” She revealed—voice laced with annoyance. “You make sure she doesn’t try anything on him—she dresses like some kind of slutty-church girl. It’s weird and I don’t want that kind of influence around him. Especially right now.”

I had to bite back a smirk. It was almost comical—her calling you a slut, not that I’d disagree.

Y/n was a cute little thing—always smiling and offering to help when she’d find me covered in grass and dirt—dripping with sweat from working meticulously on our perfect suburban yard. She’d always stand there in some little sundress that would barely reach her knees and pristine white socks—obviously not dressed for the job but always ready to help old Mr. Barber out.

I’d never let her—dirtying a little thing like that wasn’t what I had in mind. Instead, like the old pervert I’ve grown into, I’d have her run inside the house for me for water—just to watch the little sway of her ass as she turned to do what I said, then ogle at the bounce of her tits when she’d skip back.

I’ll admit—I was a creep, I am a creep, but she had a slutty side to her.

Every now and then i’d jolt awake to the flash of y/n’s headlights shining through my window in the peak hours of the night—my bed uncomfortably empty. Were you like Laurie, y/n?Spending long nights out—lying and hiding about where and what you had been doing, either to your absent parents or doting boyfriend?

I had decided that that’s what she was: a little desperate slut—eager for the attention of an older man. It made me feel better to think of y/n this way. It kept me from focusing on those times when her soft laugh stuck a little too long in my head or when her comforting squeezes to my shoulder caused more than just a slight hard-on.

They caused emotions to spill.

I had written it all out in my head—a story on what this oblivious girl was really like.

You were easy—an easy little girl who was desperate for any form of male attention. Sure I didn’t really have enough evidence to back this claim, but I would stand by it.

Thats probably why you, once again, were helping Jacob prepare for his final exams—my son seemed to be under your spell too.

“Yeah sure.” I grunted, though Laurie was already more than halfway to the door, fidgeting anxiously with her keys.

Hours later—Laurie was gone. Empty goodbyes exchanged and forgotten. Andy was now on the couch—he’d not even bothered to rid himself of his button up and slacks for pajamas. His suit jacket hung over the couch and his white button up laid untucked and wrinkled against his torso as he apathetically listened to the news.

He’d stay like this—still and unfeeling until he had the energy to do it all again. At least Laurie didn’t require him to be fake—no she simply accepted that he accepted her infidelity and that if she were to comment on his behavior it would only backfire on her forcing them both into that ever looming, uncomfortable, conversation.

Andy had just began to zone out fully, the commercial for LED sprinkler lights turning into white noise—when the soft taps of feet sounded from the stairs. Your soft hums surrounding him in a sirens call—a warning of his inevitable fate.

His breathing became rigged—his eyes sealed shut as if he were an animal playing dead, hoping you’d walk right past him and out the front door—because if you didn’t, he knew he’d become just like Laurie. He knew he would no longer have the right to be bitter.

He would be just as guilty—thus no longer having the upper hand.

The smell of your floral-y perfume began to surround him. Sweet and warm—just what a girl like you should be—and it caused him to tightly grip the expensive leather couch.

“Mr. Barber? I know you’re awake~” You’d giggled. Andy had sensed your presence had gotten closer—he assumed you had now been standing directly in front of him—probably twirling your hair like some sick-man’s favorite porn star, giving him those big alien-fuckdoll ‘fuck me’ eyes.

“Mr. Barber? a-are you okay? you’ve been down here for a few hours and—” you’d carried on worriedly. Andy’s eyes finally cracked open—you were worried about him. And it had caused Andy to swoon.

Taking you in, he began to realize you’d looked nothing like he expected you to, well besides the checkered skirt and teddy bear soft sweater, no instead of alien-fuckdoll-pornstar, you looked worried. Your smaller soft hands fidgeted with each other and your eyebrows pulled together from nerves. Andy felt the strong urge to grab you—pull you into him and hold you until your concern suffocated him. Not that Andy had felt love, real love, in such a long time—but a small voice was gnawing at him to give it to you.

When you had gotten no response you moved closer—now standing between his spread legs, watching as his emotionless eyes darted across your face. So you tried again. “Mr. Barber I really think you should go to bed—or eat something. Andy—”

“You think I need to go to bed?” Andy asked, his eyes not giving way to his intentions. His voice was gruff—and tired. It made you nervous.

“I-I do, Sir.”

Andy hummed at your response, as if thinking it over. A darkness emitting from his actions.

“No. No, I don’t need that. Figure something else out. What do I really need y/n?” Andy urged, not bothering to hide his smirk and not really caring that he let you see. You looked so scared—worried for him but so so scared.

“I know you’re a smart girl, honey. Go on—show me what I need.” He urged, thick thighs spreading Knowing—hoping you’d get the hint.

You swallowed harshly. You weren’t oblivious to sex, you weren’t a virgin. But you’d never slept with someone so much older than you, someone married, and you had never even been able to cum or even sucked a cock before. Yet, you were curious—would he be gentle with you?

Slowly you sank down, the dark rug scraping against your knees surely leaving burns. Being eye-level with his bulge but refusing to look towards it.

Andy’s heart swelled with pride at how well you obeyed. “That’s all it takes, Honey? Just need a’ man to be a’ little bit bossy and you’re happy to be on your knees.” He belittled, watching as your puffy cheeks flushed red. “Go on then, baby, take daddy’s cock out. We both know that’s what you’re here for.”

A pathetic whine crawled it’s way up your throat and passed through your lips before you could catch it—adding onto your embarrassment. Shakily you moved to unbutton his slacks, fingers lightly brushing against the outline of his cock. Andy groaned at the sight of you—Your pretty eyes well up with salty tears, pouty bottom lip caught by your teeth, trying to free his cock without actually touching it.

For a moment Andy thought—No you couldn’t possibly—

“Honey,” Andy drawled, taking your dainty hands in his. His touch and tone suddenly much softer. “Has a man ever gotten you on your knees like this, Honey?”

Suddenly heat flooded your being—either from embarrassment or excitement or both. You quickly hid away from his questioning eyes, afraid to tell him that: No, you hadn’t ever been on your knees for a man before.

Andy’s thumb began to rub small shapes around your hands. Soothing you as he waited for an answer before realizing that the younger girl in front of him hadn’t. He felt as if he’d struck gold—the universe was giving him what he rightfully deserved.

“Look at me, Baby.” He commanded, grasping you chin, tilting your head up. “Answer me this time—has a man ever gotten on his knees for you, Honey?” He didn’t miss the way your thighs began to shake, just slightly.

“I-I…I don’t know what you…No. No sir—”

A savage growl ripped through the room and before you knew it—you were sprawled out on the couch, pillow under your head, and Andy between your thighs.

“Fuck baby,” He groaned, taking in your wetness that had by now ruined the delicate fabric of your panties, “Daddy’s gonna eat this little pussy, m’kay, baby? Then when daddy’s done,” he paused, leaving starved kisses and bites along the insides of your thighs. “You’re gonna gonna take me—lemme claim you, honey”

His words had your head spinning. Here you were, about to let a man twice your age, a married man, eat you out on his couch. Andy’s hands moved up your thighs, leaving little excited tingles, before settling on your hips. “Fuck. These little panties are so fucking cute, Honey.” He admired, tugging at the little black bow that sat above the white lace. “Andy don’t-" you tried to stop him from ripping the lace, because you too thought they were cute, only to receive a harsh strike to the outside of your thigh. “Don’t go dumb on me already, little girl. I told you to call me something, not any of this ‘Andy’ bullshit.” Before you could even muster an ‘I’m sorry Daddy’ he was ripping them down your thighs, before diving into your pussy.

The sounds spilling from his mouth mixed with your own wetness was so obscene it had you shuffling away from the embarrassment, only for his left hand to land on your tummy, firmly holding you in place. “God—fuck I should have done this a long fucking time ago,” he said between breaths, “could have been in this pretty pussy instead of waiting on my goddamn whore of a wife.”

His wife. Oh god his fucking wife. “a-andy we c-cant! what if l-laurie walks in?” you tremble, terrified of being caught with your friend’s—father’s face between your thighs by said friend’s mother. Your protest only seem to egg him on. A pleasantly painful burn making its appearance on your skin—due to the friction of his beard.

“Laurie,” Andy spits, “doesn’t fucking matter.” His words are harsh. And a part of you hurts for Laurie, but that hurt quickly vanishes as your visions begins to fuzz and tummy begins to tighten—suddenly all you can focus on is the impending approach—not your guilt. Your thighs clamp around Andy’s head, and he welcomes the pressure—happy to be making his girl feel her first real orgasm. He even chuckles when they begin to shake.

“You gonna cum, little girl? Cum on daddy’s tongue?” He patronizes, fingers harshly flicking your bud before he begins to fuck you with his tongue.

“a-andy! I think—It feels funny—im gonna,”

“Say it, baby. Tell daddy you’re gonna cum.”

“Im cumming, Daddy!”

Your hands tightly grasp his brown locks as stars begin to cloud your eyes. Crying out a series of whines and ‘thank you Daddy’’s. The sensitivity of it all becoming too much as his tongue laps up your slick.

You had never experienced something so intensely before—your body was giving out, ready to fall into a warm sleep.

That is—until his dark chuckles began to surround your hazzy mind.

“I tire you out, honey?” He laughed, leaning over your smaller frame. “Can’t believe you’ve been starving me of this cute little body.”

His fingers were gentle—lightly tracing the teeth marks he’d left along the inside of your thigh. They hurt and were still very fresh but you found his touch comforting—almost sweet.

“a-andy? can I ask you something?” Your soft voice broke through the silence.

Andy hummed, blue eyes intense but encouraging you to continue.

“Andy…can you kiss me?”

In that moment he knew. He knew you couldn’t just be a simple fuck. Or some simple slut he used to take his marital frustrations out on.

You had a future so different from his present—and he was willing to use everything at his disposal to solidify that it was with him.

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It's Been Three Years Since Chris Evans Blessed Us with Andy Barber 🔥🥵

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1000night · 1 year

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DILF HP AU

Ravenclaw time!!!

Warnings: smut, polyamary, don't like don't read

<Previous Part

Ravenclaw

You don't quite know why you'd be sorted to Ravenclaw. You might have some clever or intelligent, but you sure you're not enough to enter this house.

You think this is some fault or bug. But your housemates don't think so.

Yes, your behaves are usually clumsy, and your knowledge or the ability of insight may not as sensitive as normal or 'classic' Ravenclaw.

But you can focus on searching and make notes for your fanfics and stay in the stacks of books and datas for several hours. You are willing to sit and dare to ask people those things to understand yourself.

And you'd always look up at them with the eyes of admiration, shyness and sparkling joy.

Always make them so hard.

So, for helping their clumsy Chika, they designed some games to help her to study.

Your hands are tied up above your head, your legs parted and tied up, the silk is bind to different sides leg of your bed.

“Tell me, Chika. What does Reparifarge do?”

You whimper and your walls clench when you heard his low and deep voice. You tries to recall what is the book write in.

“Un...Undo Transfiguration.”

“Correct” You can feel the dildo speed up and pressing the special spot. You moans and squirming.

Two hands palm your breasts and squeeze them. And someone pets and strokes your clit.

“You've answered 10 questions correctly, Chika. Now you'll have some bonus rewards.” you recognise this voice is belong to Bucky. He kisses your nerve bundle and message your clit.

“Tell me what do you want to do and who?” And this is Scott.

“Ung...Jake and Ran...” Your legs are shaking and your hips move themselves.

“And what do you want us to reward you, Chika? You know Barber won't let us take the fucking dildo out and replace our cock inside your perfect hole before your test finish. I know you miss the feeling we fuck you take turns, angel. I miss that old times too.” Ransom stroke your hair and tug some behind your ear.

“Want you...use my boobs and my pussy to jerk off, and cum on my puss or my stomack.” you bubbling and they all curse when they see your smirk smile

“Shit, Chika. You just read those smut fics again huh? Tell me, how many times the reader cums?” Jake rubs his heavy mushroom head against your clit and the small bundle, your body shrinks and limps.

“She...she doesn't renember because she pass out.”

“Aww, then your challenge time would be extended, Lady Bird.” Andy winks at you while he gives you a smugly smirk

Ransom squeeze your breast and shoves his length between them and groans.

“Ahhh...I fucking love these soft tits. The fourth place of my favourite part of your body.”

“I bet the top one is her thighs, you prick.” Bucky teased and grunt when he watching Jake and Ransom use your tits and pussy while one dildo in your pussy already.

“Ha! That's you, Barnes. That's why she let you fuck her thighs and cum in her mouth. You're a creepy...ohshit! Chika this feels so good! I support your bad girl behaviour about reading smuts. Ugh...yes...ohhh...”

“Who can blame me? Her plum thighs are inviting me all the time, did I ever told you I want to fuck you when I see your bare legs show up in front of me, Chika?”

You nod and roll your head to lick Andy's harden member.

“Naughty girl, you still want to seduce me when you have two men pleasure you? Huh, I am not complain at all, Lady Bird.”

Andy touches your cheeks and uses his thumb to brush away your tears on the corner of your eyes.

Several minutes later, Andy shoots his loads down your throat while the others cum on your body.

Jake and Bucky choose on your pussy and inner thighs; Ransom choose on your tits, and Scott choose on your stomach.

And you, your climax hit you when they all cum with the animalistic roars.

The dildo is pulled out after your body recovers from your high. And the next moment, someone turns you to the left side, you face Andy and just when you blinks to him with your confused eyes, someone thrusts into you without warnings.

You yelped and arch your back, you feels like your head against a broad, hot chest.

“Time to continue the test, Andy.” It's Scott.

His hands holding your waist, pull until nearly out completely, and slams back hard, your eyes start teary again.

“Don't worry, Lady Bird. We have a lot of time to help you gained those knowledge and train your body.” Scott chuckles, and just when you lift up your eyes, you can see their hungry eyes staring at your swollen pussy is opened up by Scott's big, fat cock, and the foams of your body fluids linger on your soft skin.

Scott nips your earlobe and whisper in your ear:

“We will continue until you answer those questions correctly but forget them instantly after you cum so hard that you can only remember our names.”

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logical-grave · 1 year

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𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕓𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟 𝕗𝕣𝕦𝕚𝕥 ℂ𝕙. 𝟚

|| Pairing || - Dilf!andy barber x reader

|| Warning || - Some fingering, pet names, infidelity, looots of touching hehe but yes lmk if I missed anything :) and ofc, andy barber himself

|| A/N || - uuum this chapter is kind of filler kinda not, i will not lie but still, im excited for you to read it!!

|| Word count || - 1.7k

It seemed right that we frequent the salty ocean as much as we could this week. A satisfying rest settled on me as we approached the cabanas littered on the sandbank, the sun beaming down on us, the warmth compared to a hug. It was nice, serene even. Of course, I couldn't experience this alone since my father extended an invitation to the Barbers. I didn't want to assume it but they very much could be using us as a distraction. From what I've seen, they all had very little to converse about or want to.

I placed my bag on the white cushion of the cabana, removing myself as far away as I could from the Barbers. “This is so nice, I could get used to this.” Ms. Barber smiled as she lay on their cabana, resting on the recline of the bed. “Jacob, sweetheart, I don’t want you on your device today, why don’t you go play with those boys over there?” She suggested to her adolescent son, a groan emitting from him in annoyance. I hid a snicker in my shoulder, Rose playfully hitting my back as a way to tell me to knock it off. “George, this is good. Where’d you find this place?” Mr. Barber asked, removing the shirt from over his head and I looked away. I wasn’t going to let myself catch the details of his torso, fear that the sunglasses rating on my nose aren't tinted enough to not give away my wandering eyes.

“It’s a ‘locals only’ find, been coming here since she was born,” My father responded, lathering himself with sunscreen, causing me to shake my head since he was never one to properly rub it in and parade around with a sheen of white over his skin. “I’m going to grab a drink, does anyone want anything?” Mr. Barber started stepping towards the restaurant that just sat off the sand with an adjoining bar before turning and asking the question. He mentally took the group's orders before continuing on his way, but not until he spoke again. “Sweetheart, you mind giving this old man a hand?” He grinned an innocent smile, nothing anyone would give a second thought to yet I knew better.

I shook my head, “I was gonna jump in now. I have faith you’re more than capable,” flashing a smile at him. “Don’t be rude. She’ll be happy to help.” My father narrowed his eyes at me and I sighed, digging my feet into the warm sand as I rounded our cabana to catch up to Mr. Barber. I cautiously took my time walking with him, making sure I was lacking just a few steps behind him. He reached the bar just off to the side of the restaurant, the cold tile contrasting the sand we walked away from. I paused as Mr. Barber sat on a barstool, pulling the one to his right closer to him before patting the faux leather as he tilted his head toward me. Sighing, I pushed the glasses on my face onto my head as I reluctantly took the seat beside him.

He tapped the wood counter of the bar, the bartender preoccupied with other patrons. “I studied in Italy during my sophomore year of college. At least that's what I like to say,” He looked over at me and I avoided giving him a response, choosing rather snack on the bowl of peanuts set between us. His hand dropped from the counter onto my thigh, giving it a light squeeze. My hand fell just on top of his, our actions imitating the ones of dinner a couple of nights ago. “What is your deal?” I asked, pushing his hand off my thigh as a smile spread across his face. “Just trying to pinpoint exactly how far I have to push before you open these up.” He trailed a finger up the inside of my thigh, making me do a sharp intake.

“What about your wife? Sorry that I'm not looking forward to damaging the purity of your marriage.” I grumbled, crossing my arms over my chest as I crossed my leg, causing him to remove his hand. “She got bored. Decided the personal trainer helping her get her ass back after having Jacob entertain her better than I could.” He sighed, looking over at the bartender to see if he was anywhere near taking our order. I couldn't help to give him a small look of sympathy even if he was turned away. Even imagining the one person you’re supposed to trust and love for the rest of your life betraying exactly that and taking advantage of your naivety that was blinded by the love of your partner.

“So your partner's daughter is the best way to retaliate? I’m sure you could have your pick, I'm just unsure as to why you fixate on me.” I spoke softly, my eyes focusing on my hands which now lie in my lap. My attention was grasped as he stood off his barstool, towering over my frame as he extended his hand out towards me. I gave it a hesitant look, my eyes searching for our families on the beach, and was surprisingly relieved to not be able to look for them anywhere. “What if they come looking for us? This is too risky, Mr. Barber.” I pointed out and I could tell the risk passed through his mind. “Come on, Honey.” He spoke.

I took his hand, my heart beginning to beat a little quicker in my chest. Mr. Barber stuck to the wall of the restaurant, the hallway of the restroom coming into view. My eyes looked before me, the structure of his back looking as if something he works to maintain. I resisted my other hand to lift and trace his muscles in awe, the beating of my heart beginning to hammer in my ears as we neared the family restroom, the two of us slipping in before any eyes could catch us. He locked the handle behind himself, and my palms beginning to accumulate some moisture as nerves started to flutter in my stomach.

He turned towards me, invading the little space we had separating us just moments prior. His hand came to cup my cheek, smoothing his thumb over my cheekbone, moving to skim my bottom lip. He caught the tip of his finger on my lip, “open,” he commanded, pressing the pad of his thumb on the surface of my tongue, his fingers grasping my chin. I’m not sure if it was his tone that controlled the reaction to his command from my body but something allowed his other hand to find its way to the small of my back, pushing my hips against his front. “Good girl,” he complimented, his thumb leaving my mouth. “It's the way you react that makes me fixate on you. The way you try to resist and yet give at the moment I tell you what to do.” He whispered, his eyes searching my face, his breath lightly fanning over my lips.

“We shouldn't be doing this, Mr. Barber,” I mumbled, my neck exposing itself more as he began to place chaste kisses on my skin, his hand cupping my breast through my swimsuit, my nipple rising at the feeling of his kneading hold. “Andy, baby. Call me Andy.” He stepped forward just until my lower back met the cold tile of the bathroom counter, his left hand hooking under my knee to wrap around his waist. The feeling of his cock pressed against my clothed cunt, a gasp coming from me at the feeling. “Andy, please.” I softly whined as his hand cupped my breast out of my bathing suit, his mouth trailing to find my nipple between his lips. I tugged at his hair, electricity coating my skin wherever he touched it.

He reached down between us, moving my bathing suit to the side, the strain of the tight fabric circulating my thigh. “Wait, we shouldn't,” I made a small effort to remove him from me and he unlatched my nipple, his touch leaving me cold as he took a step back to take in my image. “Look at you, dripping and ready for me and I barely touched you.” He teased and I instinctively closed my thigh, embarrassment making my cheeks flush. I watched as he approached me once more, using his waist to part my legs and I didn't make an effort to refuse his advance. He maintained his eyes with mine, his hand reaching to toy with my entrance. His fingers slipped in with ease, moans emitting from both of us at the feeling and I arched my back off the surface behind me. “Andy,” I gripped his wrist in shock at the feeling, slightly because if he moved his hand, I’d stop before he could. “Fuck, you’re so warm.” I looked to see his swim shorts had formed a bulge, making me take my bottom lip between my teeth.

I moaned as he twisted his hand, curling his fingers inside me, his thumb rubbing small soft circles over my clit. My thighs felt tight, the nerves he was touching causing me to throw my head back in pleasure. As a rude gesture, he drew his hand away, making me narrowly glare at him but I relaxed as he studied his fingers, my slick glistening in the low hue of the light. With eyes set on my own, I watched as he placed his fingers in his mouth, exposing a deep moan from his throat as he savored my taste on his tongue. My mouth hung open at the lewd image before me, the intimacy of tasting me causing me to scramble any thoughts I had prior. “Nobody is allowed to touch you like this except for me, understand? ”He commanded and I quickly nodded. He reached as if to touch me again but instead, he stretched the fabric of my bathing suit back into place as I recovered the decency for my breast as well.

“We should get back,” I suggested and he nodded in agreement as I moved off the counter. He unlocked the door to the small restroom, stepping to the side for me to exit before him and he proceeded behind me. A blush found my cheeks as he placed his hand on the small of my back, moving to settle on my hip as he was directing us back to the bar.

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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year

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Kindly Unspoken, Part 10

Summary: It was time to let Andy go

Pairings: Andy Barber X Reader

Rating: mild

Warnings: language, pumpkin cupcake talk, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3.4K

Series Masterlist

*divider created by @firefly-graphics

Andy burrows himself deeper into his pillows, trying to make himself fall back asleep. He was having too good of a dream. Amaris wasn’t knocking on his door. It was just peaceful. His eyes start to flutter, but then he gets a waft of breakfast. French toast and bacon. Andy’s eyes blink openly quickly when he remembers the night before. You had stayed over because of the weather.

While he starts to put on his sweats, Amaris’ giggles rebound throughout the whole house, and yours was right along with her. This was a life he had always wanted. Kept his nose clean, and put in the work to have that, and he always ended up in a different place. He knew he had chased after Jessie’s ghost for far too long. But using her death as an excuse had become his crutch.

He shuffles into the kitchen, and you were beside the little girl helping her crack eggs. “Morning daddy,” Amaris gleefully answers when she hears the board creek behind her. “Angel made coffee, but she won’t let me have any.”

He walks behind Amaris, giving her a kiss to her cheek, proceeding to head towards the coffee pot for his morning brew, “That’s because coffee will make you way too hyper.”

“Nu-uh! Daddy, can we get a dog like Doodle?”

“No,” Amaris gives him a quick mischievous grin, and Andy shakes his head no, “Do not go to your uncle Coco either. That man is the biggest softie.”

“Wouldn’t a German shepherd or a Brittany be nice though? She could sleep in my room. It gets cold in there at night.”

“Aw, Andy, are you going to deprive your daughter of a dog?” Andy looks at you feigning surprise. Laughing in disbelief at you taking Amaris' side. “Will you flip that toast?” Oh he could completely get used to this. Things just felt natural and flowed, but you were Amaris’ social worker, and he didn’t need to get too involved with whatever this was.

“I’ll tell you what, you make good grades for the rest of the year. You do your chores without being asked, and we’ll talk about getting a dog. We’ll do research together on what the best dog for us would be. And,” he stops talking as he gets closer to Amaris. He was a good dad. You could tell that he wanted this. He wanted to make things good for her.

“And you, Amaris Mae Everett, will be the one responsible for the dog. Make sure it has food and water. Make sure that it gets plenty of exercise, and you play with it. But, we have to see how your year in school is. Is that a deal?”

“Are we gonna draw up a contract for that? We have a witness. And…do you want my name to stay the way that it is?”

You take the eggs from her, and she settles onto the bar stool. Andy tilts his head confused, “What’s wrong with your name?”

“It’s not like yours. Shouldn’t my name be like yours? You know, Barber?” She was adorable. You had to give her credit for that. She was able to vocalize her thoughts calmly, and seemed to grasp things well, even though she was still only a child. “Is it always going to be Everett?”

“Oh. Do…do you want it to be Barber?”

“Well, I’d like for it to match my dad’s. You know kids notice these things in school. I go with a different last name than my dad’s and they have questions, and I don’t…do I have to answer? And tell them about my life?”

“No,” you say politely, wanting to butt in. Andy was grateful for the interruption. This was going into the territory he just didn’t know what to do. “You tell people only what you want to.”

“But…I don’t have a mother.”

“There’s some kids that don’t have a father. Some that are being raised by grandparents, or uncles, aunts, cousins, family friends. Amaris, there’s no normal family. Each is unique and beautiful. It doesn’t matter who is raising you. It matters the love that you have between each other. Do you love your dad?” She nods her head at you smiling, and you look over at Andy, “And do you love your daughter?”

“She’s been the best thing that’s happened in my life,” Andy responds with complete conviction. They were going to be okay, and no longer needed you.

“See, that’s what matters, sweetheart. There’s not a cookie cutter perfect family. And how many people get to say they have an uncle Coco, uncle Hayden, aunt Doll, Uncle Steve and aunt Tulip, and a cousin Sailor? You’re very lucky.”

“And I have a Cozy baby on the way,” she giggles at you, and jumps off the stool to give you a hug. “Thank you. Can you make breakfast every Saturday?” Andy clears his throat, and she looks over at her dad, apologizing to you quickly.

“So, how about that breakfast?” You don’t want to get attached. Don’t want to get too involved, but you definitely crossed that line a long time ago. You were too involved. Too involved with the little girl, and too involved with her family. Especially her handsome father. But this felt good. It was oddly satisfying to bring more love into this child’s life.

It was time for you to cut the cord. You promised yourself you wouldn’t get too involved with the families you helped, and here you were finding yourself attracted to the father, loving the daughter past your normal children, and spending the night with them. It was time. Your job was done.

Andy holds his bottle of beer up, tapping the neck to Curtis, Hayden, and Marshall’s bottles. Celebrating Amaris’ birth certificate and name change. “So Andy, you’ve got what you were looking for, and yet you still seem sad. What gives?” Marshall takes a long swig of his and looks over at his friend. “You sad because you don’t have anyone to share it with?”

“You can always share it with us,” Hayden meekly responds, staring down at the table. He was just hoping that no one overheard him, but his brother did. Curtis wraps his arm around his brother and starts messing with his hair. “Hey, hey, easy on the hair. My wife liked the way it looked tonight.”

“His wife,” Marshall laughs out. “How is it, you’re the youngest of us, by eight years and more, and you’re the one that’s married.”

“To the most beautiful and hot woman, and the cutest and most adorable baby on the way. But seriously, enough with the hair. Doll is giving me pumpkin cupcakes later.”

Marshall narrows his eyes at him, and then looks at the other men, “Is that code for something? I feel like I’m missing something.”

“Well…it’s…are you going to tell her I told you?” Andy’s mouth turns up into a crooked smile watching the young man. For as intelligent as he was, he was just a big kid. “I named her…you know her…well, it’s mine.”

“Alright, that’s exactly what I needed to hear was that my brother named his wife’s cunt pumpkin cupcakes.”

“Well, the pussy and the clit…never mind,” Andy laughs, starting to chug his beer. “You’ve seen her, right? I mean, she’s great. Doing a good job of growing our baby, I feel her kick all the time. I do this thing where we’re spooning, and my hand just rests on her belly, and Cozy does her little kicking and punching. Cutest baby award already. And Doodle pokes his nose on her, and…”

“Hey, Ands, isn’t that you’re little crush,” Marshall flicks his head over to the bar, and you were sipping on a glass of water looking down at your phone. Back completely to them. “She cleans up nice. Sorry, pal, looks like she’s waiting on a date.”

Andy didn’t say anything, much like the majority of the night. His eyes just randomly flick towards your back. You seemed anxious. Your eyes moving from your phone to the front door. Shaking your head no at the bartender every time she came over.

The other men carry along with the conversation, but there you were. You had completely told him that your job was done, and that he should only call you if it was an emergency or if he had any questions. There was never an emergency, and there was only one question he really wanted to ask you.

“You’re really tore up about her,” Curtis notes, following Andy’s eyesight.

“Am not.”

“Are, too. Andy, you have barely talked the whole night. Amaris keeps asking us where Angel’s been. You like her,” the usually confident Andy looks down at the table shaking his head. “You do. Have you even tried talking to her?”

“Have you?” Andy asks looking up at Curtis.

“I don’t…don’t want her.”

“No, you want that girl at therapy that carries all the things. Have you talked to the bookworm?”

“Ahh! I knew it! I knew you were talking to your girlfriend about some girl! Admit it! I walked in on you two.”

“I’m confused,” Marshall looks between Hayden and Curtis, and Andy was happy for once that the heat was taken off him. “You have a crush on a girl and then have a girlfriend?”

“His girlfriend is my wife.”

“Okay. I think that’s enough beer for the little guy.”

“Not literally,” Curtis rolls his eyes. He knew what Andy was doing, and it was working. Deflection. He was going to need to steamroll this back on track and back on you. Andy was already looking over at you, just to make sure you were still alone. And you were.

“I’m the reason he has a wife.”

“Ew, I don't like it when you say it like that.”

“It’s true. I brought her home with me.”

“Wait…wait, wait. I have never heard this story. So you knew his wife? Was there any…you know?”

“No!” “Absolutely not.”

“Geeze,” Marshall holds his hands up. “I was just asking. Proceed. You brought the girl home with you.”

“Long story short, slept in his big boy bed, he met her, they went on a date, and here we are; married, with a baby on the way. Andy, I told you about the bookworm in confidence. So I’m derailing this conversation back to you. You like the Angel.”

“She just looks sad,” Andy whispers. You look back down to your phone, and then at the door. He gets a strong urge to text you, but still just sits there.

“It’s pretty obvious,” Hayden shrugs. “She was meeting some guy here. She keeps looking at her phone and at the door because he didn’t show up. Her hand keeps grabbing at her bag because she’s talking herself in and out of leaving. She’s only drinking water because she knows that she’s going to have to drive home. If you want to talk to her, now’s your chance. She sat there for nearly an hour. He’s not showing up.”

Sure enough you type something on your phone before gripping the cup of water with both of your hands. It was embarrassing to put yourself out there only to get a no show. He didn’t even have the decency to call or text to let you know he was running late, or that he wasn’t even coming at all.

The bartender kept looking at you pitifully. You didn’t need anyone else in your life to feel sorry for you. You were on your own, and you could do it alone. You didn’t need a man to make you feel complete. You wanted a man to maybe share your life with. You hadn’t done the dating thing. You were comfortable enough now with being around men, and the way this stupid boy was acting, you were glad he didn’t show up.

Placing your hand on the bar, you lean to grab your purse, but a hand gently lays on top of yours. You know you reacted too swiftly, but you jerk up, and the most handsome face of Andy Barber was staring right at you, “Andy?”

“Sorry I’m late,” he says, smiling over at the bartender. “You want something other than water?”

“Uh…uh, I don’t know.”

“Do you drink?”

“Not usually, no.”

He gives you a kind smile, and looks over at the bartender again, “Can she get an amaretto sour? Light on the amaretto, and I’ll have ano…a Sam Adams, please.”

As soon as she walks off he gives you a strange look, but you need to clear the air, “I don’t need your help.”

“Help?”

“What you’re doing. I was about to leave.”

“You make it a habit of coming alone to a bar, and drinking free water?” You look down at your phone one last time, and that jerk still hadn’t said anything. He never was, unless it was really late or the next day. Give you some lame excuse of where he had been, and why he wasn’t messaging you. “Men are assholes.”

“Not all men,” you argue with him. Why would he say such a thing, when he in fact was a man?

“Ehh, I’d say most are. If you don’t want me to sit and talk with you, I don’t have to,” you look around you to see the table with his friend, Curtis and Hayden, and all three raise up their bottles to you. “I was going to call.”

“Why? Is everything okay? Is Amaris okay?”

“She’s great. The birth certificate got changed. We have the same last name now. She asks about you almost everyday.”

“It’s just better this way.”

“What does that mean?” Andy tilts his head, trying to get a better look at your face, but you were still too busy trying to not meet his eyes. His eyes are what was making you fall. Making you want to go against you own personal policy. You couldn’t date the clients.

“You know what it means.”

“Enlighten me.”

“This…it can’t happen.”

“Why?”

“Because you were my client. I…I-I-I helped you find your daughter, and…”

“I’m sorry,” he interrupts your conversation. There was no anger in his voice. He always had the ability to keep things so even toned. “That’s all past tense. Tell me I’m not crazy when I felt like you and I were going somewhere? You didn’t feel anything between us? Not that night, not that morning? Nothing?”

“I did. It’s just we can’t.”

“Why can’t we? I’m not one of your jobs. Amaris is out of the system. She’s physically and legally my daughter now, and that’s thanks to you.”

“And you’re letting your feelings of being happy for what I did confuse you on what you’re feeling.”

“No, I’m not,” you sit up a bit straighter in your chair, finally turning to look at him. “I am thankful for what you did, but I’m not confused. I like you. And I haven’t felt like that in a long time. I want to get to know you, without my daughter involved. I want to turn up for you, and not have you sitting at some bar wondering where I am. I’m not those men. That is not who I am. I come with baggage, but my daughter is the best baggage. I don’t need a woman in my life. I got along just fine before. But I really want one. And I really like you. I know that this has come on suddenly and…”

“It wasn’t sudden, Andy,” you whisper. You couldn’t exactly tell him that you were falling for him. Couldn’t mention how it was who he was as a father that had you daydreaming on what he would be like as a husband. Couldn’t utter how he was ticking off almost every single one of your boxes. And you had a list. You added to it often. Scratched out things you later deemed not important.

But you didn’t want to settle. You told yourself a long time ago you’d rather be single than settle. Wouldn’t be caught dead in a relationship that was abusive in any way. That you wanted to be cautious and slow with a relationship, because you needed to know for sure how they were. Wanted to have so much money in the bank because you would not be trapped with some man that didn’t value you.

You didn’t believe that Andy was one of those men. You had seen him fight for a child he didn’t know for certain even existed. You had slowly started checking off every single one of your boxes about your future partner. And the moment that Andy filled up all of them is the moment that you had to end things. You felt you were projecting this idea in your head on Andy, and still you couldn’t get him off your mind.

You didn’t want to have these feelings towards Andy, but you couldn’t ignore them. Hearing him admit that he wanted to try…something, made you a bit giddy. “I should be honest with you.”

“Whatever, I think we’ve made it to that stage.”

“I’ve never dated,” oh god, you couldn’t believe you admitted that to him. You were afraid that it was going to open up things from your past that you really didn’t want to talk about, but it was out there now, and you couldn’t take it back. “Never went on a date. I don’t date. I don’t…I’ve never had a boyfriend, and…I have major boundaries. To protect myself.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I’ve only been in one serious relationship, and that was Amaris’ mom. Casually dated, and nothing ever stuck.”

“You don’t think I’m weird?”

“I think things that happen in our past shape how we react in the future. And I don’t think that’s anything to be ashamed of. There it is,” Andy timidly brings his hand over to your face, and gently brushes back your baby hairs, and you didn’t even flinch. You always flinched at men’s touches. Not Andy’s. It was warm and gentle. Familiar even.

“You have the prettiest smile. So I can either go back to my table with those ugly men, and listen to Hayden talk about how hot his wife is, and you agree to let me take you out. Or I can stay with you here, and we can talk.”

“Is this a date?”

“This is us talking. This isn’t a date.”

“I am kinda tired.”

“If I call, will you pick up?” You smile, whispering out yes. “Then, goodnight Miss Angel,” you awkwardly jump off the stool, and head towards the door.

Pulling up your phone when it vibrates to get a message from Andy, ‘Just wanted to make sure you weren’t going to blow me off.’

You look back at him with a smile, ‘I won’t blow you off,’ you respond and leave the restaurant. You wanted to vomit. You didn’t expect for things to be easy, or go smooth with him. Didn’t know what you wanted to think or if it was even normal. What you did know is that you liked it.

Andy struts back to the table, getting an incredulous look from Curtis, “That’s it, I’m going to talk to the bookworm. At therapy or at the bookstore?”

“Curtis?” He looks up at his little brother who was ready to leave. He didn’t care how late everyone wanted to stay out, he just got a message from his wife that she was tired and going to sleep without him. His baby needed him. “Don’t talk to her in her safe space.”

“Wait!” He shouts as his brother stands up. “Which is her safe space therapy or the bookstore?”

“Therapy.”

“Do you want me to come home tonight?”

“I want you to not open my bedroom door until after eleven in the morning. Good job, Andy,” he wiggles his shoulders as he starts to leave. Feeling proud he could help his hero out.

“I’m going to throw up,” Andy says, letting his head rest on the table. “I don’t even remember what to do for a date. Like a real date. One where you actually care about someone.”

“Ehh, you’ve got a bunch of women that can help. Now, how do I talk to this girl? Did you have this word vomit? Did you get nervous? Wanna pee on yourself? Sweat profusely? Man…I’m too old to be this nervous about some girl. Andy…we can help each other out. I help plan a romantic dinner, you help plan a meet cute? Deal?”

“I’m definitely going to throw up.”

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