#jacob barber x sister!reader

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A Challenge For Us All (defending jacob/andy barber x daughter!reader)

Summary: No part of life following Jacob’s accusation has been easy, but when  y/n experiences a heartbreak, Andy and Jacob are by her side. 

Warnings: a breakup, fighting/arguing, mentions of murder

Requested: No, one I’ve pulled from my Google Docs

A/N: y/n obvi = your name, y/n/n = your nickname, y/m/n = your middle name, there used to be an OC’s name in here, forgive me if I miss any

The evening sun was finally beginning to set. The stadium was still alive with the hoots and cheers of Newton fans, proud and giddy over a win at the first football game of the year. It was hot, since it was still August. Y/n tried to do all she could to soak it in. It was her first and last football game until after her brother’s trial - an event that had been looming all summer and was now upon them, just a few days away. It could be her last football game ever. If, God forbid, her brother were to be found guilty, she’d lose cheerleading forever. As heartbreaking as that would be, she didn’t care. She’d give up cheerleading any day if it meant keeping her baby brother safe. At least her coach had fought with the athletic director, principal, and parents of other cheerleaders, to let her stay on the squad this long.

Y/n slung her glittery royal blue cheer backpack over her shoulder and made for the boy’s locker rooms. She waited outside as players began to drift out. They were all damp - some from showers, some still from sweat. Finally, Ty emerged. Ty, her boyfriend, the one person who didn’t look at y/n with suspicion or pity. She waved timidly. 

He walked over to her, unsure of where to start, how to begin. How do you tell the girl you love so much that you can’t be with her anymore? Ty knew his words, no matter how gentle, were going to destroy her.

“Hey,” Y/n said. Right about now was when Ty would normally slip his arm around her waist and lean in for a short kiss. He was alluring and mature like that, which Y/n liked. She couldn’t stand those couples that were all over each other in public, especially at school. When Ty didn’t go in for his usual greeting, worry immediately washed over Y/n’s face, though her smile attempted to mask it.

“Is everything okay?” Y/n asked after a moment of silence.

“No. Uh, y/n, listen…” Spit it out, you jerk, Ty thought. “My parents don’t want us to be together anymore.” The words struck Y/n like she’d just waltzed into an iron pole. Her stomach lurched and her blood seemed to thin. She knew her face was turning bright red as tears gathered in her chest and made their way to her eyes. She pursed her lips, trying to abate the tears for as long as possible. Not here, not now, she told herself. Not in front of all these people, though no one seemed to be paying any attention to them.

“Why would you tell me that, right here, right now?” she choked. Her tears were now brimming, unable to be restrained.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n, I-” Ty began, but she cut him off.

“No,” she commanded. “You’re just doing what you have to do, to protect yourself, right?” Tears began to spill. Her tone told Ty that the words, however true, were like poison coming from her mouth. That was exactly what his parents had said. They assumed everything about Ty’s future would be on the line if he continued to fraternize with the older sister of the accused murderer, though Ty’s parents pointedly left off the word “accused”.

“Y/n I-”

“It’s fine,” she shrugged, putting on a show of manufactured cheeriness, her red eyes and tears the only evidence of the sadness behind her anger. “I get it, really. I’ll leave you alone. Wouldn’t want anyone to get suspicious.”

“Of what?” Ty asks, turning to watch her walk away. She turns but keeps walking backwards.

“Exactly.”

There’s an awkward silence during the car ride home. Emma managed to wipe the last of her tears (for now, anyway) before getting in Andy’s Audi. She knew her eyes were probably red and her nose was stuffed up, but she figured appearing calm would at least let her get safely away from the football stadium, maybe even up to her bedroom to be alone.

If only she were that lucky. Her dad had barely put the car in park before speaking.

“Go change and then come downstairs, please.” She nodded and went inside, her father not far behind her. Her mother noticed right away. She always noticed; you couldn’t hide the tell-tale signs of crying from Laurie Barber. She’d had too much experience dealing with crying, upset children. Y/n said nothing as she walked by so fast Laurie barely had time to decide what to say to her. Laurie looked at Andy as he shut the door behind him. They communicated in only looks, hers saying What the heck is going on? and his saying Don’t question it yet, I’ve got it.

“I told her to go change and come right back down,” Andy said. He gripped the edge of the counter and Laurie set down her mug of tea to busy herself with making her daughter a cup. The tea bag is still steeping when Y/n comes down the stairs, her hair still up but now sans hairbow. She wore a soft, slouchy tee shirt and a pair of running shorts.

“Sit down, honey,” Andy told his daughter, though the girl standing in front of him was nothing like the Y/N Y/M/N Barber he’d known a year ago. Y/n sat on the kitchen bar chair closest to her parents.

“What happened?” he asked. Y/n licked her lips and trained her eyes on the ground. Tears began to well in her eyes again. She wasn’t just angry and upset. She was scared; scared to tell her parents that another person was gone from their lives as a result of Jacob’s accusation. It would rip them apart. They were already so distraught that Jacob couldn’t go to school or play baseball. They didn’t need this on their plates as well.

“Is it something with cheerleading?” Laurie asked. Y/n shook her head.

“A friend? Did someone say or do something?” Andy added. Y/n sat still.

“Y/n, we can’t-”

“Ty broke up with me.” Y/n’s words rushed out, desperate to stop her father from the “we can’t help if we don’t know” speech.

“What? Why? What did he say?” Laurie interrogated.

“He, he said he just didn’t want to be in a relationship anymore.” Y/n shrugged.

“You’re lying,” Andy stated matter-of-factly.

“Andy!”

“No, she’s lying. I’m an attorney, y/n/n. Did you think you could get a lie past me?” Andy sympathetically reaches his hand out and rests it on her cheek, his thumb rubbing back and forth soothingly. Y/n’s whole body becomes racked with sobs, unable to hide her pure anguish any longer. Ty hadn’t just been a boyfriend. He’d been her best friend. She took a risk dating him. She knew if things didn’t end well, she’d lose a boyfriend and her best friend. She had no idea it could ever come crashing down like this.

Andy envelops her, pulling her into his chest. He wanted nothing more than to be able to hold her until the pain stopped, until she could be her old self again. Andy feared she would never be her old self ever again.

“Ty did break up with you, but that wasn’t his reason, was it?” Y/n shook her head.

“Was it because of me?” Andy let go of Y/n so she could turn her head toward the source of the question. Jacob stood on the bottom step. Y/n tried to sit up straighter, look more brave than she felt. She took being the big, brave older sister very seriously.

“It’s not your fault, Jake. You didn’t do anything wrong. People are just…”

“So it was because of me.”

“Jake, don’t-” Y/n began, cut off by the pounding of Jacob’s feet on the stairs, retreating back to his room. She slid off the chair and raced after him. She couldn’t let him blame himself for her failed relationship.

“Jake! Y/n!” Andy called.

“Let them work it out for a few minutes.” Andy took a deep breath and stayed where he was.

Y/n hadn’t caught up with Jacob before he slammed his bedroom door shut. He hadn’t locked it, so she let herself inside and locked the door behind her. She didn’t want her parents right now and she knew Jake didn’t either. Jacob sat on his bed. Jacob never made noise when he cried. Tears just spilled, like they were right then. Y/n sat next to him.

“Jake. Please. This is not your fault.” Y/n pleaded.

“Yes, it is. If I had just-”

“Just what?” Y/n asked. “Not tried to see if your classmate was okay? Not gotten into arguments with him when he was a jerk to you? You had no idea any of this would- could, even happen. So stop blaming yourself.” The siblings looked in one another’s eyes.

“It’s gonna be okay, Jake.”

“How can you be sure?”

“I can’t. All I can promise is that I’m by your side no matter what.” Y/n took her brother's hand and interlaced their fingers. It had been a long time since they’d been so affectionate with one another. As little kids they were always hugging and kissing, but that had worn off years ago. With nothing much else left to say, they sat in silence for a few minutes. Their breaths evened out, their shudders and sniffles quieting. A few more minutes passed. Y/n stood and unlocked the door, waving for Jacob to follow her. She hadn’t eaten dinner, after all, and now that her grief was somewhat subdued, hunger was setting in. Andy and Laurie were both surprised and relieved when their children came down the stairs, seemingly happy. It seemed it would be the last time they would see them like that for days.

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[disappointmentofthefam]

Love? Love. (part one)

(Andy Barber x reader)

summary- recently split from his wife, Andrew Stephen Barber, aka, Mr hotshot ADA daddy dilf, lives with his 14 year old son Jacob. All he has known since the tender age of 17 is Laurie, and their baby boy. Will his life change when a bright eyed and bushy tailed y/n moves in the house right opposite to his? More importantly, will it change for the better or the worse?

*contains adult themes, smut and age gap (reader is a senior in college, Andy is in his early thirties)*

Andy's sleep is rudely cut short by the whirring engine of packers and movers mixed with the commotion of workers walking back and forth, setting up the furniture.

His face grimaces as soon as he opens his eyes,

at seven fucking am on a sunday! fuck off!

Apparently-as he later finds out-a new family had just moved in the house opposite to his. From what he had heard from his best friend(and neighbor), Sam, the family had a son of around Jacob's age which was about perfect since Jacob was a shy kid and wasn't exactly Mr. popular with kids his age. maybe he would find a friend in the new kid

By the next weekend, Jacob and the kid, Tyler, were already friends and today Jacob had invited his friend to play video games together.

"Daaaaddd", Jacob whines, "Please don't embarrass me!"

Andy gasps dramatically ,"Are you ashamed of your old man!", he even goes as far as to clutch his chest, right where his heart is, "i knew this day would come, i just thought it would be fifty years from now when i am bound to a hospital bed and shit my pants every time i try to say a word with more than three syllables"

As Jacob rolls his eyes, laughing, the doorbell rings, "whatever old man, just behave or i won't buy you diapers when you're all old and 'bound to a bed'".

Tyler shyly greets Andy and the boys disappear into their boy cave. Andy decides to settle down for a movie from the comfort of his couch. He can already imagine what Sam would say if he found out about Andy's weekend plans

are you seriously wasting all that good-good on a couch? Let's go out man , find you a pretty girl, you need to get out of this 'grandma' routine

Sam wouldn't get it ,he was married, happily so, and had a baby girl with the woman of his dreams. "Between the two of those pretty girls, i don't stand a chance"- he'd say

It wasn't that easy for Andy to navigate the modern dating world, there were too many 'what ifs' and not enough 'why nots' for him to fall in love again

what if he's a one night?

what if he catches feelings and she doesn't? what if he finds someone perfect only to find out he's incapable of feeling love again?

oh shit, worse yet- what if he was a reboun-

His thoughts are interrupted by the ringing doorbell, jesus can't a man watch the godfather for the millionth time in peace?

"Hi, Mr. Barber"

Andy's breath hitches, "Hi there"

"I would shake your hand but mine are full", she giggles.

Andy's heart does a backflip at her laugh as he shakily reaches out to take the four tupperware boxes from her.

"I'm y/n", she gives him a sweet smile, "I'm Tyler's sister and we just wanted to thank you for inviting him over, god knows we needed the break! Teenagers, amirite", she looks up at him with those big doe eyes.

Snapping out of the trance, Andy invites her in, "Come in............uh",

"Y/n"

Andy's chest is filled with a warm, fuzzy feeling

Names are so intimate, Y/n, while he asks her to come in, Y/n, he asks her to sit, Y/n, as he brews her a cup of coffee.

Andy, as her eyes sparkle when she realizes the movie he has on, Andy, as she tells him she cooked all the treats she brought him tonight

"So", Andy strikes up the conversation as they settle on the couch, "i've heard that you tutor children?"

"Oh, yes, It's just to earn a little before i graduate, besides, my god complex is fulfilled while teaching people", she jokes.

Andy doesn't remember the last time he was so interested in a conversation that wasn't about work or crime, or both, really.

An hour later, they are way past formalities, talking about everything and nothing, as if they were old friends.

Her mouth agape, she looks at him in utter disbelief, "He got away with it?" ,Andy can't believe she's so engrossed in his work stories, Laurie had always told him to keep his work where it belonged-in his office.

"Tyler and i should leave now, it's getting late, mom will be mad if we're late for dinner"

Andy's heart sinks why did she have to leave

"Alright sweetheart", he says lowly, "it was a pleasure to have your company".

Y/n smiles bashfully 'sweetheart'

did he mean it? no way! he must have a thousand women worshipping at his feet, he's the fucking ADA, he's single, he's hot and don't even get me started on that smile-

Focus Y/n!!

Andy notices the hitch in her breath, the sudden tint on her cheeks and the way her shy eyes try to look anywhere but at him

a straight up filthy image crosses his mind-

you, laying naked on his bed, all spread out for him, whining as he sucked between your petals

you, closing your eyes bashfully as the head of his thick cock lines up with your wet, tight hole

he would have no qualms with slapping your face lightly, "look at daddy while he's fucking you open"

"look at me baby, look at who's making you feel so good"

he'd kiss your pouting lips, "my dumb little baby can't think with daddy's cock inside her, ca-

okay Andy, She's a smart and beautiful twenty-one year old girl, she must have boys falling at her feet, the last thing she'd want is you.

As she and Tyler leave, Andy can't help the stupid smile on his face

"dad?, you good there?"

Andy snaps out of the trance, "yeah kid"

"phew! With that shit eating grin, you almost had me convinced that you had shat you pants"

OH THIS LITTLE ASSHO-

author's note: heyyyyyyy girlies, i purposefuly made the first chapter short and vague so i can take the story forward as you'd like me to! Please do leave suggestions!!! nothing is off limits to me

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[royalsweetteaa]

Shameless ménage

Pairing: dark!stepfather!Andy Barber x innocent!naive!reader x dark!soft!Johnny Storm

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

WARNING - the following contains: non-con/Dark themes, love triangle, stepcest, loss of virginity, mentions of obsessive/impulsive/possessive behavior, character death, angst, mention of period, power imbalance, daddy kink, breeding kink, mention of blood, innocent/naive reader, degradation, manipulation, somnophilia.

Summary: You live with two men in the house; your stepdad, - Andy Barber who had married your mother before she had passed away, and Johnny Storm, - who Andy is the Godfather of. What you once called a family was turning into a household full of malice intentions.

“It’ll get better. I promise.” Johnny whispered, and gave you a kiss on the forehead while he let you cry on his chest. You were standing by the graveyard, watching as they dug dirt over to the hole where your mother’s casket was now lying.

While everything hurt so bad, you took Johnny’s word to heart because you knew if anyone understood best of how you were feeling, it was him, - he who at a younger age had lost both of his parents in an accident that would turn his life as he knows it.

His parents’ death was how he was given to Andy, his godfather, the man who at Johnny’s baptism had made a promise to Mr and Mrs Storm to guide and support Johnny if anything were to happen. Susan, his sister, moved to her own godparents, which ultimately separated the siblings as there was no other way to keep them together, — one that would financially suffice anyway. Andy already had a son of his own, and he could only give as much support of covering everyone’s needs. Johnny eventually accepted the separation, and become like a son of the Barber’s.

A few years later and Andy’s wife, Laurie, filed for divorce and custody over Jacob out of the blue as she had in her own words; fallen out of love. This broke Andy and sent him to a dark place where he neglected Johnny during his teen years, creating a bitter relationship. Johnny became more rebellious, not wanting to listen to anything Andy had to say and did things that got him in trouble.

Arguments and fights became daily between the two of them, and Johnny was determined to move out as soon as he turned 18.

When he did turn 18 though, he didn’t move out. Why? Because for once, they were blessed.

Andy had found a woman he had fallen in love with, and she had a daughter who was the same age as Johnny, who’s name was Y/N L/N — you. They married half a year later, and you could officially call each other family.

Johnny and Andy weren’t alone anymore and were now a completed family, with you and Johnny becoming soulmates. Your friendship blossomed beautifully, and Andy and your mother could tell from afar that you were getting along together well.

You had two perfect years of living together, going for family vacations and going to the same college with Johnny…

….and it all ended abruptly when you got a call that your mother had been in a car accident on your way home.

Now the three of you were standing in front of your mother’s grave after the funeral, planting flowers as you cried out what would hopefully be your last tears for a while. You hadn’t stopped crying for a week and it began to physically hurt your eyes. Andy had gone back to drinking to drown in his own sorrow, and you would occasionally hear him sobbing in his own room — the room he once shared with your mother.

You had once caught Andy late at midnight on the sofa, crying by himself with an empty bottle of whiskey on the floor. The image in front of you broke your heart and you didn’t think twice before you walked over and wrapped your hands around the man. You could tell he hadn’t expected the night to turn out like this, but he eventually returned the hug and let the tears continue to shed without shame.

“Thank God you’re here, Y/N…I don’t think I could live peacefully if we lost you too. I wouldn’t forgive myself if we lost you both at once…”

“It’s not your fault, Andy. Please don’t blame yourself….she was at the wrong place at the wrong time and…while it’s hard to accept she’s gone forever, we can only try and move on while having her in our hearts…” you said, this time without breaking down sobbing.

Andy buried his face into your shoulder, and you could only soothe him until he eventually fell asleep by his own. You put a blanket over him and left the living room.

That same night when you went to sleep in your own bed, you heard a creaking sound of what you recognized as your door opening. You lifted your head up to see Johnny standing there, having blood shot eyes as if he had been crying for hours. “Johnny?…” you mumbled out his name in question.

“…I can’t sleep.” Johnny confessed. “Could I sleep here? I’ll bring my own mattress and sleep on the floor…I just don’t want to be alone in my room.”

You rubbed your eyes and scooted to one side of your bed to give room. “You can sleep with me on my bed if you’d like. I’m sure you’ll fit right in…”

Your offer seemed to brighten Johnny’s mood with the timid smile that was forming on his lips. He walked over and sat himself on the edge before he put his feet up from the floor and laid down beside you. Your shoulders touched, and you noticed Johnny’s legs touched the end frame of the bed, but he didn’t seem to mind the narrow space.

He turned his head to look at you, and saw you were still awake with your eyes staring at the roof.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you…” Johnny muttered an apology.

You sighed and shook your head. “It’s okay. I haven’t slept the way I should anyway…I always wake up exhausted because mentally I’ve been up all night.” You explained.

“Are you going to leave us?”

The question was so unexpected, it left you pondering for brief seconds over the meaning. “Why are you asking that?”

“Because obviously there’s nothing left for you here now that she’s —….” Johnny didn’t complete the sentence and instead asked, “Why else would you stay?”

You smiled sympathetically and stroked Johnny’s shoulder. “Because this is my home now, even though my mom isn’t here anymore. She would have wanted me to stay. I’m not leaving you, Johnny.”

For the first night since forever, you slept without any thoughts haunting you or experiencing sudden wake ups. From then on, it would become the routine of the week to have Johnny sleep with you in bed.

The last night Johnny slept over had you waking up confused in the morning. Your sheets and pajama pants had gotten sticky and semi stiff stains on them, and you couldn’t figure out what it was. You paid no mind to it and put both in the washer, relieved that the stains were removable when you took them out for drying.

For another few days it was quiet in the household. You and Johnny had dropped out this year of college as you didn’t complete the exams while being gone for so long due to your mother’s passing. You thought it was better to focus on yourself and only have a part time job as your mental health had declined, and you didn’t want another toll on your shoulder. Johnny had mutually agreed to do the same as he wasn’t making an effort to stay for school anyway. You worked part time as a waitress in a restaurant while Johnny worked at a Home Depot department.

One Saturday evening, Johnny was out with some friends and you knew from past experiences that he wouldn’t return before early in the morning. You were in bed, exhausted after a long day of work and decided to sleep early at 10:00 PM.

Around an hour later after you had fallen asleep, you felt a heavy weight sink onto your bed, and that weight would soon hover above and lay on your body. You felt hands touching and squeezing around your curves, and what made your eye flicker open was the texture of a beard tickling your neck and the smell of alcohol invading your nostrils.

You turned your head to see who it was, and you were bewildered to see it was your own stepfather, grinding against you with an open fly and his cock out, rubbing against your thigh.

“Andy?…What are you…” you muttered, unsure of what to make of the whole situation. Was this a nightmare? Or was this really happening right now?

“Shhh…it’s okay, honey…s’just me. Stay still, little one..go back to sleep…” Andy coaxed with a kiss on your cheek, and slid his hand under your pajama pants and through your panties, cupping your cunt as his index finger slid through your pussy lips.

“No, wait…this isn’t…”

You didn’t know what was going on, but you knew one thing for certain; this was wrong.

“Andy, please stop…I don’t think you should…”

“Relax…you don’t have to do anything, sweetie…let daddy take care of you..” Andy rasped and inserted a finger inside your tight cunt.

He must be drunk, you excused him.

He doesn’t know what he’s doing.

You tried to wriggle out of his grip but he only tightened it by having a hand wrap around your neck, forcing you to lay still. Tears began to spill from your eyes while Andy kept forcing his finger deeper inside of you. It hurt so much, yet somehow you couldn’t stop but draw pleasure from his forceful invasion.

Your cunt clenched around his finger, and you shivered as you heard a dark chuckle irrupt from Andy. “I knew you wanted this, honey. You’ve always had a little crush on me. Been lusting after your stepfather, haven’t you? Well, I’m sure you’ll be thrilled to know I’ve done the same.”

You whimpered when Andy lifted your one leg up and adjusted his position behind you, now having his fully erected cock poking at your cunt.

A rise of panic made you try giving your last efforts of removing yourself from him. You were a virgin. This couldn’t be the way you loose it. “No…please don’t! I haven’t-!”

“I know. I’ll be gentle.” He spoke softly, but you were far from relaxed of it. This version of him was absolutely frightful.

You were full on sobbing as you were feeling so conflicted from the whole experience. The man you were proud to call your new father was forcing himself on you, stealing your virginity for his taking.

Andy grunted and touched your clit as he licked the tears that were falling down from your cheeks. “Mmmh..honey, don’t cry. I’m being careful with your virgin pussy as much as I can. Calm down and loosen up. Let me fuck you good, baby.” Andy breathed out while continuing his movements.

The thrusts became harsher, and he moved you beneath him as he pounded into your pussy with your ass up high in the air. You buried your face into your pillow, hoping Andy would eventually finish and be done with you.

You whined and came so quickly, your pussy leaking from your orgasm which made Andy put more force into his pounding. His eyes shut with his mouth agape as he was about to release his load. He pulled out and began to jack off as he made you turn your face to look at him.

“Turn over…take my cum…” he ordered, flipping you and climbing over to have his cock right above your neckline. He jacked off a good minute before he splattered cum all over your face, making you squeeze your eyes together of the sudden eruption. He moaned as he squeezed out the last droplets and used his cock to smear the cum evenly, “there we go, sweetie…what an obedient stepdaughter you are…such a good whore for daddy..” he rasped out.

You felt a stinging pain when you looked down at your abdomen, and you saw a blood stain beneath, further giving confirmation that this had indeed happened and wasn’t just an awful dream.

Andy left your bedroom without uttering as much as another word, and his wobbling way of walking out confirmed he was anything but sober. Still, it didn’t make you feel any less hurt and broken from his forced invasion of your body. He stole your first and it made you feel beyond betrayed.

You hoped he wouldn’t remember what he had done to you so you could pretend it didn’t happen either.

“You’ve been very quiet…has something happened?” Johnny asked the next day while you were watching TV in the living room in the evening.

Johnny had returned at 06:00 AM, still hungover from partying with his friends the day before. He slept throughout most of the day, and Andy had gone to work and acted like per usual, greeting you a ‘good morning’ before he left for work early in the day. You flinched when you saw his presence, and he gave you a confused frown before you covered it with a timid greeting.

You looked over at Johnny. “No, not really…just been in a bad mood.” You excused.

“Why?” He had to ask with furrowed eyebrows.

“I’m on my period.” You replied, knowing it was the best lie to use to get him to stop asking any more questions.

Johnny’s eyes immediately faltered and he could only let out an awkward ‘Oh,’ before he moved his attention back on the screen.

Moments later, Andy entered the house with his suitcase along with a paper bag. “Hey, kids. Sorry, I’m late. Had to stay over at my workplace to finish writing some reports. I picked up food from Burger King though, in case you haven’t eaten anything for dinner yet.”

Johnny looked over and grinned before he rose up from the couch. “Sweet. I could go for some fast food.”

You weren’t hungry. You hadn’t been all day. You settled on eating fruit before you headed upstairs and let yourself be distracted on your phone in your room. After an hour or two of doing so, you began to make yourself ready for bed.

You entered the bathroom and let it remain open after putting on your pajamas and you picked up your toothbrush to brush your teeth.

You stiffened when Andy entered the bathroom too, giving a smiling nod from where you saw each other through the mirror. He reached for his toothbrush, smeared some toothpaste on it and began to brush his teeth as well.

You weren’t done, but you felt so uncomfortable being alone with him now. You spat out the toothpaste and washed your toothbrush quickly, wanting to leave the room as soon as possible.

As you were about to turn and make your leave, Andy grabbed your hand and halted you. You turned and stiffened when you saw darkness in his eyes.

“I remember everything, you know. And I want you to know I don’t regret a single thing I did, sweetie.”

Your heart sunk and your lips wobbled, tears already building up in your eyelids as Andy was exposing a side of him you never imagined he had.

“Shhh, it’s okay. Don’t be sad. You were bound to loose your virginity anyway, and what’s better than loosing it to someone close and experienced? A man who knows exactly what he’s doing?”

You shook your head and broke out in a sob. “…Why? Why did you have to do it?…why did you force yourself on me when you’re the very man my mom married and entrusted to keep me safe?”

“I am keeping you safe, honey. I feed you, I keep you under a roof, — a beautiful house to live in without asking for anything in return. And, I’m also trying to fix everything we’ve messed up,” he closed and locked the bathroom door with you still in his grip. “I’m trying to create a future with you, sweetie. One that will make us forget about all the pain we’ve been through.”

You mumbled chants of no’s as your legs were giving up on you, and Andy took it to his advantage of carrying you over to sit on the closed lidded toilet seat. He was already working on pulling down your pajama pants and pulled your panties to the side. You were paralyzed and didn’t dare to move as you were afraid of what other hurtful things he might do to you if you did. All you could do was break in tears and hiccups of what was occurring.

“Shhh, be quiet. You don’t want Johnny to hear your moans, do you? What would he think if he knew we have a relationship behind closed doors?”

You shook your head frantically, denying Andy’s delusion. “W-We don’t have a relationship-!”

“Yes, we do. We will be something more once Johnny moves out. Until then, I suppose we could keep it to ourselves, right honey?”

Andy then reached a finger to your cunt and inserted it without warning. You yelped at his intrusion and cried harder, though you tried to keep quiet as much as you could.

You really didn’t want Johnny to hear you. He was the only other person you considered family, and you knew things would never be the same if he found out.

For 10 minutes, Andy devoured your cunt till you came with an orgasm, and he left after ordering you to clean up. You were in shock and didn’t leave the bathroom until a few minutes later. You hugged your body as you rushed to your room where you collapsed in bed and went in a fetal position. You could still feel the void of which Andy had forced his fingers in and stretched you out.

You heard someone grabbing the door handle to your room, and you looked cautiously over to see who it was. You were relieved to see it was none other than Johnny. He gave you a small wave and showed what he had in his other hand.

“Hey…um, I found a chocolate bar in my drawer and thought I would give it to you. I’ve heard they help with periods.” Johnny said and tossed it onto your bed. He noticed your unusual way of laying and he frowned. “You okay? Cramps that bad?”

You nodded, remembering you had earlier made that excuse of a lie. There was no way you were going to tell him the truth, especially now that Andy had sexually assaulted you twice only minutes ago. You were too vulnerable.

“I see…is there anything I can do to make you smile? I miss seeing that smile on your face.” Johnny said with a smirk as he sat down on the edge of the bed, looking over at your tired form.

You giggled and shook your head. “I’ll be fine, Johnny. Don’t worry about it.” You reassured him.

“Well, if I remember correctly, my tickle attacks always made you laugh and smile…”

“Don’t you dare…”

“Oh, I do dare…” He said mischievously, before he pounced on you with his hands tickling the sides of your waist. You roared out a series of laughter, and Johnny couldn’t help but laugh himself at how easily ticklish you were.

“Hahahah!! — S-Stop, Johnny, I’m literally loosing my breath from laughing!” You shouted, which ultimately made him slow down the tickling until he kept his hands simply wrapped around you.

“You know, we should just get out of here for a week and hang out. Maybe we could camp in the woods. I think it would be the best for us to get some fresh air, away from this town. I know a guy I could borrow a caravan from.” He suggested. You hummed with approval. Camping sounds nice, you thought. Anything away from Andy sounds nice, said another thought, which ultimately made you remember your current situation.

“…what about Andy?” You quietly asked.

“Andy? He can take care of himself for a week. I think he could use some space to collect his thoughts anyway since he seems pretty out of it.” Johnny shrugged. “I’m fed up with him to be honest…things always turn south with him. Actually, no…maybe it’s me who’s cursed…”

You turned to look at his face with sorrow and said, “No, you’re not cursed…I get why you’d think that with how many terrible things you’ve been through too, but it’s not because of you. Some people are more lucky than us to not experience that kind of loss, that’s all.”

He looked at you in the eye and a smile quirked up on his lips. “You’re something else, Y/N…it’s impossible to be depressed with you around.” Johnny chuckled and sighed tiredly after. “It’s getting late and we should probably sleep. We have work tomorrow after all.” He reminded you.

You turned anxious with the thought of sleeping by your own. You swallowed before you looked over your back again and asked, “Can you sleep here tonight again, Johnny? I’ve been having nightmares and…” you didn’t even have to complete your sentence because Johnny already put the covers over both of your bodies and wrapped his arms around you protectively.

“Of course, firefly. I’ll keep you safe from the monsters under your bed.” Johnny joked with a wink, and closed his eyes with his head snuggling against your back.

You timidly chuckled, though you were far from humored. There was no monster under your bed. The monster was sleeping in his own room, down the hall, probably waiting for the right time he can strike again and take you when you least expect it.

You and Johnny woke up and made yourselves ready around the same time for work. Due to Johnny’s presence this night, you had slept like a log without worries of being taken by Andy. You knew it wouldn’t be like this when you slept on your own though.

The following week would curse you with Andy’s continuous molestations as he took you with every chance he got. He would fingerfuck you, make you stroke his cock and take his cum. He made you for the first time swallow his spend. It was so salty and weird, you struggled to swallow it, but you had no choice as he ordered you not to waste a single drop.

You also noticed several of your panties were going missing, and you could only assume Andy had stolen them for perversive reasons.

Then, it was the more frequent penetrative sex Andy had become more comfortable with forcing on you. It was either very early in the morning or the evenings Johnny spent out with friends. You would try to sleep through his fucking, and somehow it was better, though the ache you woke up with in the morning made you silently cry in despair as you went on your way to your workplace.

You didn’t know what else to do. You were an adult, yet he had so much authority because of how you lived under the same house. You didn’t have a key to lock your room, nor friends to stay your nights at. Your job could only pay for a few months of renting a place, but not much more than that.

Your only savior was Johnny. Whenever you were around him, Andy acted his usual, father figure self. Though the more this went on, the more you realized it was a facade this whole time. You hoped Johnny would allow you with him if he moved. You had to move out with him and not stay with Andy.

You remembered the promise Andy had whispered to you once; “Soon enough, I will fill you with my sperm and make you pregnant so we can become the family we always wanted to be..” he had said, as he pulled out and came all over your stomach.

It sickened you, and you didn’t sleep for a minute that same night. Still, you refused to take a day off work as your workplace became your escapade. You spent more time outside after your shift was over at a cafe or at the library to avoid being at home with Andy. You couldn’t always ask Johnny to sleep over as you didn’t want to draw concern from him. You had to accept that some nights, you weren’t lucky.

You became more distant and isolated yourself in your room till the end of the week. With how busy Johnny was, he didn’t notice until the end of the week. He was going to meet his friends Friday evening, but he decided not to go and check up on you instead.

When he entered your room without warning, he found you crying by yourself, sniffling under the blanket you had over your head. He walked over to you to ask what was wrong.

“Y/N, I’m like very worried right now. Be honest…why have you been so down? Is there something I don’t know about?” Johnny asked, his face with more concern than ever.

You removed the blanket off of your face and revealed your puffed face. You let out a sob, and took a deep breath before you picked the right words to twist the truth. “I just…I don’t think I can live here anymore, Johnny. I still feel so much grief over my mother. Each time I return back from work, I’m reminded of how things used to be…I miss the family we were once. But we can never go back now. It’s never going to be the same no matter how much we try,….I want to move out.” You concluded after a small pause.

Johnny stared at you in disbelief as he took in your words, but sooner seemed to agree as he tilted his head several times. “You know what, you’re right. There’s nothing left for us here anymore. We’re adults. We can move out together and share rent. Then we will start college again next fall. We have only our lives to focus on from now on.” He confidently concluded.

You were so happy with Johnny’s suggestion of moving together, you couldn’t think of anything more perfect. Then came the reminder of Andy, who you would be moving out from.

“….what do you think Andy will say? Do you think he will approve?” You asked nervously.

Johnny shrugged, clearly not caring about Andy’s judgement at all. “He will have to deal with it. We’re adults, we can do whatever the hell we want. He’s not the boss of us.”

You and Johnny would for the following days search for an apartment, unbeknownst to Andy’s knowledge. You finally found one that fit financially in accordance to your earnings, and you contacted the landlord to visit the place after your shifts. You came and left that apartment with excitement, as it was perfect and just what you were looking for.

You were to sign a contract on the day of your moving, which now left only one obstacle, - well, not an obstacle per say but something you needed to do before you moved out; informing Andy.

It went as well as you imagined.

“Is this some kind of joke? Because it’s a very distasteful one, son. You’re really planning on moving out and pay half your wage when you could continue living here for free?” Andy argued in question. You could see his fury through his eyes and composure. You stood behind Johnny, letting him take lead of the conversation as you were too scared to be standing against Andy.

“Look, we just want to establish ourselves in the real world. You can’t deny it’s been an uncomfortable tension in this house ever since Y/N’s mom died. We need to move on by taking a bigger step.” Johnny argued back reasonably.

“After everything I’ve done for you both. And this is how you thank me? By moving out and leaving me to be all by myself in this big house? You two haven’t been the only ones grieving!” Andy spat.

“That doesn’t mean we owe you shit, old man! What have you been doing to make things better, huh? You’ve been drinking and working, barely paying any attention to the other people in this house anyway!” Johnny snapped back, walking closer to Andy and straightening his posture to make himself taller.

That was not the case for you, unfortunately and disgustingly so. Andy had been there, but only to take one thing from you.

Andy sighed, and walked over to the sink where he took a glass and filled it up with water to drink. “So this is it…what, you’ve been planning on this for a while now, haven’t you?”

“Nope. We’ve thought about this since only a few days ago and have just found an apartment yesterday. We are planning on moving out tomorrow.”

Andy reluctantly nodded. Then his eyes met you, and you became still as his eyes stared you down like they were piercing through your soul.

“What about you, sweetheart? Are you really in on this too? You think it’s a good idea to live with Johnny? Unfortunately I didn’t raise the boy well enough to even clean his own messy room. He’ll be a handful to live with alone.”

Johnny scoffed, clearly pissed off. “Fuck you, Andy. Don’t act like you raised me or are my father. You never were. I raised myself.” Johnny said coldly, before he walked to the door and made his leave.

Your eyes followed Johnny in awe, and as he closed the door behind him, you tried to go after him but you felt Andy right behind you as you reached for the doorknob.

“You don’t want to do this, honey. You’ll never get rid of me, even if you move out.”

You didn’t dare to look back at him, and you swiftly opened the door and closed it behind you as you ran to where Johnny was. He was sitting by the pavement, with clear frustration from the argumentation that just took place inside the house. You silently sat beside him with open ears.

“I really fucking hate that old man sometimes. I wish he hadn’t signed on being my godfather. Maybe then there would have been a higher probability of living with my sister and her godparents instead…” Johnny vented with a hypnosis.

You felt very bad for Johnny. You were aware of his sister who lived on the other side of the country, and he had barely gotten to visit her due to your busy lives. You could only stroke his back in comfort while he maintained his eyes to the ground. You thought it was best for him to let out his thoughts instead of trying to sugar coat it. He seemed to appreciate your caressing, because his face lit up with hope and he looked over at you again.

“…But then again, I would have never met you if I didn’t live with him. You honestly make up for it.” He said with a smile.

You grinned back at his positive input. I’m like a sister to him, and he’s like a brother to me, you thought, - at least made out of what he said.

You packed your belongings in bags and a suitcase in the evening and continued the morning after. Johnny did the same as well and was already moving most of his stuff to the back of his car. You were both looking forward to moving out and have a new start.

Then came what you had hoped wouldn’t happen. Andy entered and closed the door that was once open for your own safety. He walked over with firm intentions of what he was after. You immediately put your hands up protectively, trying to shield yourself.

“Andy, no…leave me alone!” You shouted loudly. Maybe if Johnny heard, he could come and end it before it even started.

He pushed you backwards onto the bed, his hands and hips straddled you, and he forced his hand through your pants and underwear to have a feel of your pussy again.

“Let me have you for the last time in the bed I bought for you when you moved in here, sweetie…” he whispered and tried to meet your lips as he grinded against your body.

“What the fuck?!”

You and Andy froze and you didn’t need to look at the person to know it was Johnny. You hid your face and let out audible sobs, and you didn’t get to see the face of Johnny, who was in complete utter shock. His face turned into one of murderous anger, and without even thinking twice, he ran over and dragged Andy off of you before giving him a punch to his face. He threw him to the wall, and Andy collapsed onto the floor with a bloody nose running.

“You sick fucker! The fuck did you try to do to her?!” Johnny helped you up from bed and held you behind him as he stared down at Andy, but Andy didn’t even look at him.

“Sweetie, don’t leave…stay with me, honey. You belong here.” Andy begged, not paying any attention to his running bloody noise, - only on you.

You shivered and rushed over to grab your suitcase and bag before you grabbed Johnny’s hand, “Johnny, please, let’s go. I don’t want to be here anymore. Please, please, please, let’s get out of here.” You pleaded desperately.

Johnny saw through your crying face that you were deeply hurt and distressed. He sighed with defeat, and let you lead him out.

It was quiet in the car as you made your way to your new shared apartment. You noticed Johnny was looking over at you several times, but you did anything but turn your gaze away from the window on your side.

Johnny couldn’t contain himself for any longer and broke the silence. “This isn’t the first time he has done that, is it? What did he do to you, Y/N? Tell me. I wanna know.”

You shivered, the memories and experiences coming back to your mind, though you wanted nothing more but to forget. “I-I don’t want to talk about it-!”

“Just say it. Please.” Johnny pleaded more demandingly, holding the steering wheel tighter than ever. Your lips wobbled and you dried your eyes from the tears that was building up in your eye.

“…He took my virginity while I slept and has forced himself on me several times since the beginning of last week….” You finally admitted.

Johnny’s teeth gritted and he looked heartbroken to hear what you had told him. With a low voice, he replied, “I’m going to kill that old bastard, I swear…”

“No, I beg of you not to do anything, Johnny…he’s a lawyer. He can easily defend himself for what he did and press charges on you if you try to attack him again. I don’t…I don’t want to have him in my life ever again.” You said weakly, resting your neck as you tried to maintain control of your emotions.

You looked over to see Johnny pondering for a while. It took a moment for him to nod in understanding as he maintained his eyes on the road.

When you arrived, you were met by the landlord who had a contract and a pen in his hands. You both signed and got the keys as well as the code to the main entrance of the building. You then began unloading the car and carrying your things over to the apartment.

You felt a sense of relief upon entering the apartment. You immediately crashed on the sofa and stretched yourself out before you melted into the cushions. Johnny came after and laughed at the sight of you.

You hardly unpacked your suitcase and decided to call it a day. Johnny turned the TV on and you distracted yourselves with the shows that were on. Johnny invited you in his embrace and you gladly accepted it. His hand wrapped around your waist comfortably and you leaned your head on his shoulder. He kissed the top of your head and it made you smile with warmth.

I am finally safe, you thought.

Your official 24 hours in the apartment went smoothly. You had to work from morning to early in the afternoon as per usual, but when you returned to your new home, you eyed your suitcase and decided to get to work on your proper settlement.

You took out your clothes first from the suitcase and hung them up on the hangers in the wardrobe. Then you decorated your room with personal items, such as putting your childhood plushies on the bed and your Disney themed alarm clock on the nightstand.

You walked out again to the living room to see you only had two bags left containing your different seasonal outside shoes and in the other your winter jackets.

“Y/N, can you get my shaving cream for me? It’s in my backpack.” Johnny shouted from the bathroom. Johnny had arrived only a few minutes ago from work and had the need of refreshing himself.

You rose up from organizing your stuff and went over to his backpack, checking the biggest zipper first out of habit. Johnny had hardly taken out any of his things from his baggages, so it was hard to see the containments without taking out a handful. You dug in through the several items until you saw something familiar stocked beneath. You froze.

Johnny left the bathroom just then with a towel on, and made it to the corner of the living room where you were. “Couldn’t find it? I seem to remember it’s in the smaller pocket-!”

“…why are all my lost underwear in your bag?” You asked confused. You felt a hint of dread creep up on your neck as possible realizations hit you all at once.

Johnny stopped in his tracks when he saw you holding up an underwear, - your underwear, and he mumbled ‘fuck’ under his breath before he returned his gaze on you. “You weren’t supposed to find those…”

You looked at him, worry settling in because of Johnny’s vague answer. “But why? W-Why do you have them in the first place?” You asked, rising up from your crouched position cautiously.

He swallowed and crossed his arms, trying to appear more confident but he was lost for words. “listen I…,”

“— That sticky mess that was left on the bed after you slept in bed with me…was that…?”

Johnny’s face faltered into a dark look. It became apparent he had been exposed, and he gave up on trying to make up excuses.

“Well, can you blame me? I was just rubbing myself off on you because I had to relieve myself. Your ass was on my crotch and it doesn’t help that I like you. Like, I’m over the fucking moon for you, Y/N. Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed. The moment I met you, you were already so special to me.…” Johnny confessed. “…And then I find out my own godfather popped your cherry and fucked you raw. Imagine how I feel. I should have been there to save you. I should have understood. Instead, I had to fucking witness it!”

You were feeling beyond nauseous now. How was it that the one person you found comfort in was going against you too? After all this time?

You couldn’t bear hearing him talk about it anymore. Your mind was already overloaded with information you weren’t aware of. “…Please stop-!”

“- It’s not fair…” Johnny interrupted. “it’s not fair that he took you when I wanted you from the beginning.”

Your eyes watered and you whimpered when you saw he was stepping towards you. You were like a deer in headlights. The door was past Johnny, and you weren’t sure if he would let you walk out if you tried. You didn’t know either where you’d run off to if you were lucky to get out. “Johnny, don’t get any closer…y-you can’t possible mean that…”

Johnny could tell you were off edge, and he could guess you were having ideas in that mind of yours of what you should do.

“I’m not like my godfather, firefly. I would never hurt you…— but I won’t let you walk out of this. Of us. I want you, and sooner or later you’ll realize how compelling we are together. I have already seen it. And now that we have moved together, we can continue having our close relationship.”

He suddenly pounced and grabbed you, lifting you up over his shoulder. You shrieked and tried to get off of him, but it was all too difficult with the posture you were stuck in. He took you to his bedroom and threw you onto the bed before he crawled over himself. He began to strip you — first removing your pants before he began to remove your shirt too.

“Johnny, no, this is wrong…we’re family!..” you tried to put sense in him.

He shook his head and had the audacity to snicker. “Not anymore we aren’t. What, did you really think of me as your brother? Because we’re far past to be calling ourselves that…”

He pulled your bra off harshly, making you let out a pained whimper. He stared at your breasts, mesmerized, before his eyes wandered down your stomach and abdomen.

“What a pretty body you have, firefly. I’m going to remove any traces of him. I’ll cleanse him off of you, Y/N.” He promised, as he kissed you down your shoulder to your chest. His lips met one of your nipples, and he began to suck on them lightly while whispering praises of you in-between.

“Going to treat you the way you deserve, firefly.”

“Can’t wait to taste your juicy cunt, baby.”

“I finally have you to myself.”

He then continued downwards till his face was in front of your pussy. That’s where he stopped.

You looked down and panicked, “No Johnny, please don’t-!” You felt his nose nudge your sensitive spot and he ripped off your underwear to have no layers between him and your cunt.

“I recognize this smell….” He muttered and dove in with his nose first to inhale. “Mmmh, yeah, your underwear smells just like this…so sweet and delicious.”

His tongue glided along your folds, and he spread the flesh to get better access of your glistening hole. His tongue pushed through the channel, and he tongue fucked you at a slow rhythm.

“J-Johnny!” You cried out his name, and gripped for the closest obstacle, — the pillow. You muffled your moans with the pillow as best as you could, too embarrassed to be making noise from Johnny’s offense. You weren’t supposed to like this, yet you did. Johnny knew what he was doing to wind you up.

Johnny didn’t keep his mouth entertained on you for long. He unknotted his towel with desperation. You peaked through the pillow and gasped when you saw his length, - it was about to poke your entrance. Johnny chuckled, your reaction giving him an ego boost. “Like what you see?”

“N-No, I don’t-! Ahh!” Your words were choked as Johnny sunk into your entrance carefully, and he groaned in pleasure from the sensation.

“Ooh, Y/N…” he moaned your name as he pushed down his hips lower. He took the pillow you still held in front of your face and threw it on the floor. “Don’t hide, I want to see you…have wanted to see you for so long, firefly…” he whispered into your ear huskily, and began to move his hips in motion.

You ached your back as you felt Johnny’s cock drag and pulse through your tight channel.

You had only experienced painful and harsh sex from Andy, but the way Johnny did it was so different. It felt good, and it made you feel ashamed because everything else was so wrong.

“We’ll make our own family and finally be complete. We will get a dog, - maybe a cat too. That’s what you want, right? For us to be a family? Andy and everyone else can go fuck themselves. I only want you. I love you, Y/N. Fuck, I love you so much it almost hurts..” he whined into your skin.

You could only dwell into the experience and accept this was where you were. You felt your body was tensing up, and you found yourself being more comfortable putting your legs around Johnny’s waist for support.

“There you go….you’re loving it, arent’cha? I knew you would. I have always been good at this…” he said huskily. “Life really fucked us over but now we can feel good together….ahh, fuck, I fucking adore you, firefly. I really do. You know that, right?” He asked through heavy breaths.

You only mewled in reply as he plunged himself deeper into you. Your sweat were being combined by how close your bodies were together, and Johnny’s already moisturized body from taking a shower earlier made you into a wetter mess.

“Johnny!…” you moaned out his name once more, and he knew by how much you clenched around him that you were cumming.

“That’s it…there you go…” he cooed. “M’gonna cum too, baby. Wanna cum on your tits…”

He fucked you harder, both your eyes squinted shut while Johnny chased his orgasm. “Shit -!!” He shouted. Eventually his thrusts became uneven, and he pulled out last second to move closer and cum on your breasts.

He groaned while jacking off, emptying himself completely on your body. You breathed heavily from the intense sex, and you didn’t move a muscle. He got off of you and rolled to the side, wiping off the sweat that had built over his lips.

You both breathed silently for a while until Johnny used his elbow to rise his upper body and he looked at your numb form. You could feel his breath on your face as he came closer to you.

“Kiss me….” He pleaded with adoring eyes. Johnny didn’t give you a choice as he forced the back of your head to crash your lips with his.

Johnny showed so much passion into it, it became overwhelming to you, but you didn’t resist. You could almost forget it was forced with how you kissed like you were lovers.

“You don’t have to ever worry about Andy or anyone else. It’s only us now, firefly. I’ll keep you safe.”

Note from author: Second fic with two cevans characters completed! I have to say — I really enjoy writing two cevans characters at once in one story, but it’s a little more difficult keeping the story afloat. It’s good practice ig.

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#cevans characters #andy barber x reader #andy barber x y/n #andy barber #dark fic #johnny storm x reader #johnny storm x y/n

[supernovafics]

𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

pairing: andy barber x fem!reader

word count: 2.5k words

summary: in which you find it hard to tell the truth and be honest with your feelings because you don’t want to lose the friendship you have with andy

warnings: defending jacob au, explicit language, implied smut, angst, some fluff

author’s note: happy halloween! here’s a lil andy fic that is halloween related. enjoy!<333

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It was weird how viscerally your body reacted to simply seeing him. The way your heart started pounding and a sudden chill ran down your spine, it let you know that you were already in way too deep. 

Nothing had even happened yet between you and Andy, and sometimes you were almost certain that nothing ever would happen, but that didn’t change how deeply he affected you. 

The house was crowded, which wasn’t really surprising given that almost every adult from the neighborhood was at the Halloween party, but Andy was able to spot you almost immediately. He smiled at you and waved, and you returned the gesture with a small wave of your own. 

When he walked over to where you were standing by the kitchen island, he greeted you with a hug, and when he pulled back, you could’ve sworn that his hand lingered on your waist for just a second longer than necessary, which made your heart race once again. 

Sometimes you felt as if it was all in your head. That you conjured up all of these little gestures and moments that you looked so deeply into and attached some sort of important meaning to them, although it really meant nothing. 

It was almost too easy to fall for Andy. From the moment you met him, when you knocked on his door and introduced yourself to him because you felt like it was that type of neighborhood, there was something about the way that he smiled at you that made you feel giddy and nervous. 

Of course, you immediately chalked it up to the fact that you had just gone through a break up, so seeing any hot guy would make you feel that way. However, two weeks later, you saw him at a cookout that the house next door to you was having, and the two of you managed to spark a conversation with one another and talk for two hours straight. You learned so much about him that night— the fact that he was a lawyer, the divorce he went through a few years ago, his seven-year-old son, who he saw on most weekends. And he learned about your recent move to Newton, which involved your sister and how she needed help with the bookstore she owned, and because of your break up, you were more than happy to move out of Boston and into the small town to get somewhat of a fresh start. 

And from there, in those moments of surprising vulnerability and honesty with one another, a friendship with Andy was born. A friendship that oh so quickly turned into what felt like a helpless crush on your end. 

“I’m surprised to see you here,” You told him, silently observing the doctor costume he was wearing, which consisted of blue scrubs and a stethoscope around his neck. His costume seemed slightly less last minute than yours did, a pink silk dress that stopped mid-thigh and fairy wings. But it didn’t fully matter because as long as you showed up in something that resembled some sort of costume, the Sanders wouldn’t care. 

The Sanders, the same people that had the cookout eight months ago, were the type to set up a party for anything. Ever since their kids went off to college, they would throw some sort of party for any and every occasion. Christmas, Fourth of July, Earth day, anything. 

And you were glad that they lived next door to you because you loved attending everything, especially because it gave you an extra excuse to hang out with Andy. However, you thought that this night would be different since when you ran into him a few days ago, he had told you that he would be spending Halloween with Jacob instead of at the Sanders. 

But things must have changed. 

“Jacob wanted to go trick or treating in Laurie’s neighborhood because apparently, people give out better candy, so he’s with her,” Andy explained to you. 

“Smart kid,” You said with a small smile. “That would always be the goal with my friends. Find the rich neighborhood that gave out full-sized candy bars.”

“Yeah, me too, so that’s why I didn’t feel too offended about him ditching me,” He responded with a light laugh.  “Also, I get to see you now, so that makes things better too.”

It was little comments like those that made you want to combust and simultaneously kiss him. Instead, you took a long sip from your hard seltzer and then opened your mouth to say, “I’m glad to see you too.” 

However, before you could say anything, someone yelled out, “Barber!” and both of you turned your attention to where the voice came from. The voice was Todd Calloway’s, and he was gesturing for Andy to come join him in the living room. Todd was a nice guy but in a slightly overbearing way, where it felt too much at times, which is one of the reasons why you would keep conversations with him to a minimum.

Andy turned his attention back toward you. “He probably wants to talk about this case with his company that he wants me to take on.” 

“Go ahead. I’ll talk to you later.” 

“Okay, I’ll find you in a bit,” He told you and gave your arm a light, reassuring squeeze. You simply nodded, pretending as if his touch did nothing to you, before watching him leave. 

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The weather was cold, and it made sense for Fall in Massachusetts, but at that moment, it didn’t bother you. Mainly because the backyard was the only place where you could find quiet. 

Quickly after Andy left, you found yourself in a conversation with two moms who lived around the corner, both of whom were happy that their kids were finally old enough to go trick-or-treating by themselves. After excusing yourself, citing that you needed to use the bathroom, you went outside and sat on the rusty swing set that you were certain the Sanders would never get rid of. 

At that moment, you couldn’t help but think about your sister, who was out trick-or-treating with her five-year-old daughter. She knew everything about the Andy situation and would never fail to call you stupid, in a loving way, of course, for not telling him how you felt yet. But she couldn’t understand that it was the friendship with Andy that you didn’t want to lose, which made it so much harder to admit something that could potentially change that. 

You felt your phone buzz in your hand, and you turned it over. 

Andy: Where did you go?

You: Outside 

Moments later, you heard the door that led to the backyard slide open. “It’s freezing out here.”

You simply shrugged. “I don’t really mind it.”

Andy walked over to you and took a seat on the other swing. Things were quiet for a few moments before he broke the silence. “You okay?”

For the first time that night, you decided to be honest about what you were feeling. “Not really.”

“What’s wrong?” He asked, and you could hear the genuine concern for you in his voice. 

Instead of directly answering Andy’s question, you asked two of your own. “Do you ever think about falling in love again? Finding ‘the one’?”

Although the question pretty much revealed nothing, that was probably the closest you’d get to directly saying how you felt about him.

Things became quiet again, and you turned your gaze toward Andy and saw that he was looking at the ground, a certain look on his face that you couldn’t pinpoint.  

After what felt like hours, he finally spoke. “I try not to think about it too much. I’ve come to the conclusion that if it’s meant to happen, it will happen.” He ended his statement with a small shrug. “But, anyway, why are you thinking about this now? It’s only Valentine’s Day when you’re supposed to be this melancholic and existential.”

You laughed a bit at that. “It was around this time last year when I was with my ex that I started thinking about if we truly were ‘the one’ for each other, and I realized that even though we’d been together for almost four years, we weren’t. Sometimes I just randomly think about that, and also about what, if anything, will come next.”

I get that,” Andy nodded. “But I’m sure that good things will happen next for you.”

You desperately wanted him to elaborate on what he meant by that, but he didn’t. So, instead, you spoke. “Sometimes I feel like I can see it as clear as day, that kind of deep love with someone, and other times it feels as if it was all just in my head and I made something out of nothing.”

You didn’t wait for him to respond or question what exactly you had meant by your previous statements before you abruptly said, “I think I’m gonna head home. I’m kinda tired.”

You stood up from the swing and started walking in the direction of your house, and Andy was quick to follow suit, unspokenly deciding to join you on the short journey. 

The two of you were walking up your front steps when Andy asked, “Do you think you’ve found ‘the one’ yet?”

This was your chance, your opening, to finally say what was weighing on you. Finally, tell Andy the truth instead of only hoping that maybe something would eventually happen. 

But the words, “Yes, you,” wouldn’t form on your lips, so instead, you said, “I don’t know. Maybe.”

Before he could say anything else, you decided to turn his question on him. “Do you think you’ve found ‘the one’ yet?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh at the fact that this conversation was seemingly running in circles. That was when you decided, or more or less realized, that if Andy did feel anything for you, he was just like you and would probably never admit it; the friendship you two had taking precedence and seeming too good to potentially break. 

You unlocked your door and were about to step inside when you felt a hand on your waist, stilling you. 

Maybe the realization was wrong. 

It was almost funny how instinctive it felt to lean back into Andy’s touch. It was also funny how even though it was stupidly cold outside, Andy’s hand was still warm enough that you could feel it through your dress and on your skin. Or maybe that was just your imagination. 

You hesitated for a moment before turning around, leaving your key half-turned in the door and allowing Andy’s other hand to find the other side of your waist. Nothing was said, but at the same time, it felt as if a million things were being said at once. 

Your heart was pounding, and your mind was racing, but your confusion didn’t change how right this all felt. So, you let that feeling of how natural it felt take over. 

You looked up at him and wrapped your arms around his neck, hands finding home in the hair at the nape. There was a certain look on his face, and you fought the urge to kiss him because you knew that there would be no turning back once you did so. 

As if reading your thoughts and wanting to finally say all of the things that you had been wondering for months, Andy pulled you a tiny bit closer to him and dipped down a bit so that his lips were brushing against your ear.   

“It’s you,” He said softly. 

You were a person that loved to be right, but at that moment, you were so fucking glad to be wrong. 

Your eyes slipped shut, and for a few moments, you said nothing, only allowing yourself to fully savor Andy’s words for a bit. You felt his lips pull away from your ear and you already missed the feeling of him being that close to you. 

When you finally opened your eyes, you looked at him for a brief moment before leaning in and standing on your tiptoes so that you could be right at his ear. “It’s you, too.” 

You were about to pull away, but before you could, Andy wrapped his arms around you and held you close to him. You smiled at the simple action and let out a soft exhale.  

“Come inside,” You mumbled into his neck. “Please.”

The signature Andy smile you saw when he let go of you warmed your insides. You turned around, trying to act unaffected by Andy rubbing your waist, and fully unlocked the door. 

Once you stepped inside and the door was shut behind you both, Andy was on you in an instant. His lips attacked your neck before finally finding your mouth. The feeling of him on you was everything you’d thought it would be and then some. His mouth easily and slowly slotting against yours, and his hand softly cupping your jaw and rubbing it in small circles; it was almost enough to make you combust right then and there. 

You sincerely didn’t want any of this to end, so you didn’t allow it to and instead ran your hands through his hair and pulled Andy even closer to you, your bodies firmly flushed against each other. You smiled against his lips at the low groan he let out when you gave his hair a light tug.

It was completely dark in your home, but somehow Andy managed to effortlessly guide you to the grey couch in the living room. When he laid you down against the soft cushions, that was when you were finally able to catch your breath for a moment. 

You couldn’t help but laugh at how surreal that moment felt, and a part of you swore that at any second, you would wake up from the dream you were having. However, when Andy smiled at your abrupt laughter and leaned down to quickly kiss you again, you knew for certain that all of this was, in fact, very real. 

“Fuck, I’ve wanted to kiss you for such a long time,” He admitted. “Probably since you first knocked on my door and introduced yourself.”

You thought back to that day that felt like it was a million years ago instead of only eight months. “I remember I was so nervous that day, and I also felt like a door-to-door salesman.”

Andy chuckled at your statement and pressed a kiss to your cheek as his hands took hold of the hem of your dress, slowly starting to push it upward. “Why did we take so long to get here?”

It was a great question that you definitely had at least somewhat of the answer to— you both had been scared, you worried that doing this would change things for worse, not for the better, and sometimes it was hard to be completely honest even if it was with a person you trusted fully. However, you refused to answer it. Not right then when thinking about that question made you simultaneously sad and angry at yourself. 

“I don’t know,” You ultimately told him. “But, I don’t care. I’m just so fucking happy you’re here right now.”

Andy nodded in agreement at that and smiled at your words before kissing you again, this time not stopping to say anything else.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

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[cevansbrat0007]

Feel The Burn: Andy & A.J.

Summary: A.J. is very protective of his Mama, and he’s not afraid to let people know. Andy Barber x Black!Reader, A.J. Barber, BiBi Barber, RoRo Barber, KitCat Barber

Warnings: Fluff, Protective A.J, Mother/Son Time, Father/Son Time, Minors DNI

A/N: In between other projects, I’m going to keep writing fics that hopefully allow you to get to know the Barber Twins little personalities. Hope you enjoy! Let me know and thanks for reading. Written on my phone. All mistakes my own.

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You and your three-year-old A.J. were out and about on your weekly shopping trip. While all of your babies loved to cuddle, this one took home the trophy for being Mama’s ultimate snuggle bug.

He was like your little shadow, not that you minded. Katrina joined you sometimes, while Aurora and Bianca preferred to stay home with their Dad whenever possible.

Speaking of shadows, RoRo followed BiBi everywhere. She thought her big sissy hung the moon. It annoyed your oldest sometimes - due in part to that whole seven year age gap - but for the most part she didn’t seem to mind.

And as for KitCat…she wasn’t above dragging her little brother everywhere. She loved to read to him, and he loved to listen.

But back to your date.

“Alright buddy,” you ruffle his recently cut hair, “we’ve got the lunchables, the toilet paper, the lunch meat, cookies, ice cream…” You keep listing things off.

“What else are we missing?” You press your forehead against his. “Think hard for me.” His little brow furrows as he closes his eyes. You do the same.

“Ummm. I fink…cupcakes.” A.J. opens his eyes and grins at you.

Shaking your head, you rest an elbow on the cart. “Why am I not surprised, little dude? What kind of cupcakes?”

“Red wif’ creamy cheesy!” He exclaims.

“Fine.” You exhale. “But you must share with your sisters.” And me. You think to yourself.

You become lost in thought while heading over to the bakery isle, as you mentally review your grocery list. So you don’t notice the random man staring at your ass…

But A.J. does. And he’s not happy. He glares at the man over your shoulder and wags a little finger at him.

Instead of taking the toddler’s hint, the man chooses to smile and wave. This forces the little man to intensify his glare.

Back off my Mama. He thinks to himself. Gonna bite you.

Unbeknownst to you, the man continues to follow you around the store and even into the checkout line. And his eyes let everyone know that he likes what he sees.

In a rush to get home and eat dinner - Andy and the girls had ordered a of couple pizzas - you pay your bill and head out the door.

Your vigilant Andrew Jacob keeps his eyes on the man. His frown never leaving.

“Hey! Smile sweet baby.” You lean down to kiss his nose. And then you boop his little freckle. “Aren’t you excited for pizza? Daddy got you a calzone!”

“Watchin’.” He tells you. “Watchin’ for dah Mama.”

“Huh?”

“Excuse me, Miss. I don’t mean to bother you and your son, but I think you’re gorgeous. And I was wondering if I could get your number?”

The man was attractive, you could admit that. Be he had nothing on your Andy.

“Sorry, but I’m married.” You hold up your left hand.

“Happily?” He asks.

Before you can answer, your son yells at the guy. “Away fro’ mah Mama! Now!” He growls. “See you wookin’ at dah Mama. Go. Way.”

The man slowly backs away. “Look, little man, I didn’t mean any harm. You’ve just got a pretty Mama.”

“Yeah haf’ pwetty Mama. Haf’ big, stwong Dada too. Go. Way. I keep Mama safe den tell Dada.” A.J. shakes his balled up fist at the man in what you can only assume is outrage.

“I get it, I get it. I’m sorry. Whew.” The man turns and walks away.

You sigh and turn back to your son. “A.J., honey, that wasn’t very nice. Mama was taking care of that.”

He crosses his arms, gives you a “hmph”, and looks away. “Den you no be pwetty an’ A.J. no haf’ tah be mean.”

“Oh goodness.” You mutter as you buckle him into his car seat before loading the groceries into the trunk.

___

You walk through the door holding your bags. Of course A.J. insisted upon helping as well.

“Too heavy, bud?”

“Nope.” He grunts. “I got.”

When you reach the kitchen he hands you his bag.

“Hey, son. How was shopping with Mama?” Andy asks from his seat at the table. He stands up to greet you both. Apparently the girls had already finished and were playing in the den.

A.J. just shakes his head before going to the fridge and grabbing two fruit punch juice boxes.

“Daddy. Office. Gots tah talk.” Your husband gives you a weird look before accepting his own juice and taking the boy’s hand.

You stand there perplexed, hands on your hips, as you hear the office door shut.

Once safely inside, Andy motions for his son to take a seat before cracking open their drinks.

“Alright, son. Tell Daddy what’s up.”

The little boy sighs and puts a tiny hand to his head.

“Men wookin’ at dah Mama. Haf’ tah tell one tah go way.”

“Mm. I see.” Andy nods, rubbing his beard.

“Mama too pwetty. No wike.”

“Been there son. I’ve been there.”

“Isa pwoblem!” He wails.

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Both of your men emerge from Andy’s office with serious looks on their faces.

You didn’t know what they had talked about, but it must have been important.

“You boys want me to heat up your food?”

“In a bit, sweetheart.” Andy kisses your cheek. “Junior and I need to take a walk first.”

“Oookay.”

Your men were weird sometimes.

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The Next Day…

A.J. toddles his way down into the basement where he knows Daddy is working out.

He watches for a moment as the much bigger man grunts as he curls a set of heavy weights.

“Daddy?”

Andy immediately sets down the iron.

“Yes, baby. You okay? It’s early. Something wrong?”

“Wanna lif’ wif’ you. Get musicles. All mah sissies gonna be pwetty wike Mama. Need keep safe. Musicles like you help wif’ dat.” A.J. gives him a determined nod of his head.

Andy just smiles and wipes his face with a towel.

“Alright son, c’mere. We gotta be careful with this, or your mother will unman me.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t worry about it.” Andy hands his son a pair of 2lb weights. “Now watch me and do what I do.”

Soon they’re both curling weights, his little boy grunting just like his Daddy.

“Feelin’ the burn, son?”

“Yeah.” A.J. grunts. “Feel dah burn.”

END

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[bellsnuit]

Love is alive from the dead: Prologue

Pairing: Andy Barber x reader

Summary: You were just a single mother of a baby girl, who goes every afternoon to the park across the street from the district attorney's building in the new town you recently moved to. Andy Barber, is a divorced father who found that after his office let him see you and your daughter. And his divorce wasn't important in the moment he started looking for you and his attention was on you.

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It was summer and you were loving the temperature there. It was your first week, you had recently moved in, and on the first weekend, you spent it walking around town.

You never would have imagined moving, but being twenty-five and carrying a baby alone hadn't been easy, especially with the trauma of dealing with the fact that you'd been knocked up and he'd left. It was cruel, and you spent the nine months of the pregnancy sad. When little Holly was born, you were simply lost in her clear eyes: maybe things could start to pay off if you knew someone was waiting for you. She was, and you knew it by the way her little hands begged for you, how she babbled and giggled beside you. You were thankful she wasn't one of those babies who cried all day, she rarely did. However, she was starting to grow up and you needed help, so after applying to the school where your sister lived, and you were accepted, you decided to move to Newton with her. Well, you deposited all your savings in the apartment closest to the school where you worked and where you could fit well with the little girl: it had two small rooms, a bathroom, and the living room was shared with the kitchen, but it was all you needed until you could get financially comfortable. Fortunately for you, you didn't earn badly as a teacher, and before going to live with your sister, her husband, and two children, you preferred to be the aunt who lived in the apartment alone. You just knew you had her support, you did and you appreciated that.

That weekend you got to know the little square in front of the district attorney's office. It was a really beautiful building, but the park with the little lake, the bridge, and the very accessible stroller loop made it such a recurring place for you to go. You would just squat next to it and look at Holly, who moved her little hands as if she could touch all the leaves.

"Do you like it, sweetie?" you ran her hair that could bother her and kissed her head, you felt her little squeak and smiled. "Look, come" you took her out of the stroller to sit on the grass and sit on your lap. The little girl wiggled her feet as she felt the grass "Uhm, I think we've found a place for both of us."

And so it was, that every morning, you would take little Holly to your sister's house - who work in the house and had offered to watch the little one while you worked. So, you were off to the Middle School. And lucky for you, you were able to stick to that routine, with the addition of grading papers in the square.

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Andy was a divorced man a year ago. His marriage had simply come to nothing after twenty years. And getting divorced at 38 with a 15-year-old son had its downsides to the single world, other than he seemed uninterested in anyone. He rose from his chair, ready to go get lunch when out his window he noticed for no reason the presence of a girl leaning on the grass. He frowned, curious to understand what she was doing because she simply looked strange. Seconds later, with his coat in his hand, he watched as the woman stepped back and revealed a small baby girl. He ignored that, so he just went out in search of food. He didn't avoid passing his gaze around the park, listening to the baby's little giggles. He remembered Jacob as a child, how he laughed at anything he did. It was nice to remember those things. And when he came back with his food, she was still there with papers as she watched over the baby girl at the same time.

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[sapphireplums]

You’re Not Alone

Description: Y/N Barber the twin sister of Jacob Barber decided to go for a jog one day, but who knew her whole life can change in matters of seconds.

Warnings: angst, language, sexual assault -DON'T READ IF YOU’RE NOT COMFORTABLE

Pairing: Andy Barber x Daughter!Reader Jacob Barber x Sister!Reader

A/N:  if any of you guys have ever been assaulted in any type of way, i'm so sorry that has happened to you. you guys are all beautiful and strong human beings. if anyone wants to talk my inbox is open :) 

While reading this, listen to lovely by billie eilish. it really sets the mood for the story. 

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A second. It only took seconds for you to not pick up your phone call from your brother. It was one of those moments where you did not to pick up the phone because you were distracted. But because of that, it almost cost you your life. 

 THREE HOURS BEFORE THE ASSAULT

♧ 

You and your older twin brother Jacob were walking home from school arguing about what dog is cuter. You know, the ususal twin stuff.

“No, Jake, German Shepherds are the cutest dog out.” You said with confidence.

“No, Y/N, Corgi’s are the cutest obviously.” Your twin brother kept saying. “ And I'm obviously right because I'm older than you by 49 seconds.”

He always used the ‘older twin’ card on you.

The argument lasted about a few minutes until you guys just gave up and agreed that they were both cute. However, in your mind , you kept saying German Shepherds were better.

“I’m hungry Jake. What do you think we’re going to have for dinner tonight?” You said as your stomach was rumbling.

“ You thinking what I’m thinking?” Jacob said with a smirk knowing that your twin telepathy was tingling. 

“Ohhh yessss.” Then you both shouted at the same time:

“KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN.” 

When you guys got home, you saw your mom on the couch typing something on her laptop. 

“Hey kids, how was school today?” Laurie said looking up from her laptop.

“It was good mom” You said and you gave Jacob the look basically saying ‘tell mom we want kfc’

Jacob groaned. “Mom can we get kfc for dinner? Me and Y/N have been craving it for a while”

“Is that your guys’ twin thingy where you want the same thing and think the same thing?” Laurie said smiling at the thought of  how her kids got along so well and had a strong sibling bond.

“ Yes mom, yes it is.” you said as chips were being stuffed into your mouth. “But can we actually get kfc though? Jake and I have been craving it for a while.”

“Sure you guys, I’ll pick it up around the time you dad will come home”

“Thanks Mom.” You both said at the same time. 

Going up to your guys’ room, Jacob turned on his video games while you were watching YouTube. 

He was talking to his gaming friend through the earpiece yelling words at him and the tv.

You just rolled your eyes and smiled slightly at your brothers actions. Closing your laptop, you looked outside the window and saw that it was a nice day, so you asked Jacob if he wanted to take a jog with you. 

“ Hey Jake, do you want to take a jog with me? It’s really nice outside right now.”

“ Sorry, maybe not this time sis. I’m really into this game.” Jacob said making you frown slightly.

“It’s okay Jake maybe next time.” Jacob turned his head towards you and smiled in agreeance. 

You got ready and then tied your shoes when you were near the door. 

“Mom, I’m going for a jog!” You yelled as you finished tying your shoes. 

“Okay honey be home before dinner.” Your mom said as she was washing the dishes. 

Running around the block, you took in the fresh air of the moisture that was in the air. Living in Massachusetts also meant wet weather which you loved. Summer wasn't really your favorite season but it was Jacobs. Being twins doesn’t mean you all like the same thing.

You and Jacob had the best sibling relationship not because you were twins, but that you just bonded in general. There is nothing he wouldn’t do for you and you thought the same.

Getting tired from the constant running, you decided to take a walking break and scroll through Instagram. As you were scrolling, your screen lit up with your dads contact picture. It was the two of you on a fishing trip making funny faces.

“Hey dad how’s work?” You asked slightly out of breath due to the running. 

“ Hey Sweetheart, after work I’m going to go to the grocery store and get those cookies you really like and I was thinking you and I can have a movie night?” 

“Dad, you know I’m always up for movie night” you chuckled. “What about Jake and mom?”

“Mom texted me saying that she was going to go shopping for swim trunks or something and Jake is going too so it's just going to be you and me.” 

“Okay dad, sounds good to me can’t wai-” 

“I’m sorry honey I have to go back now, I’ll see you at home. I love you.”

“I love you too dad.” He hung up the phone rather quickly but you didn’t think much of it because you were going to see him at home anyways

Well so you thought. You thought you were going to be home at your normal time. Thinking that it would just be another normal day, but it would be far from that.

After the short walking break and talking to your dad, you decided to start your jogging again. Jogging was one of the activities you liked to do after a long day to release the stress that was contained in you. Sometimes you would go with Jacob but today he didn’t feel like it.

Imagine if you just stayed on call a little longer with your dad or if Jacob went with you. Everything would be different. Every decision you make on a day to day basis affects your life.

When jogging,  up ahead you saw a man drop a box full of what looked like children's toys like dolls and race cars. Being the nice person you were, You approached the man and helped him pick up the toys.

Oh what a big mistake. 

“Oh, sir, let me help you with that,” you said bending down picking up the toys that were on the ground. 

“Thank you so much, darling,” the man said with a somewhat creepy smile, but you brushed it off.

Your phone started to buzz and you saw your screen light up with Jacob’s face, but you ignored it as you were still helping the man.  You were thinking of just calling Jacob back later when you had the chance. 

If you had the chance.

After helping the man, he stated his thanks to you. 

“Thank you again, honey,” you really started to get freaked out by this man especially since he was calling you these names. 

You gave him a nervous smile. “  You’re welcome, but I should get going now,” you said but before you could turn around and go back home, the man grabbed your wrist tightly, preventing you from going anywhere. 

“You are right where I want you sweetheart”

Before you could scream, he covered your mouth with a wet towel. The smell was really bad. Next thing you know, you’re knocked out like a light switch. 

♧

You woke up with a pounding headache. Trying to flutter your eyes open, you noticed you were in the backseat of a van. The next thing you saw made you panic. Your hands tied with your feet attached to them making it look like a fetus position. 

Before you could try and do anything, the man opened the doors to the van, revealing a wicked grin. Your eyes grew wide when he started to grow closer to you with duct tape. 

“Shhh don’t worry love I won't take long.”

You were confused what he meant by that. What did he mean he won’t take long?

That’s when it hit you like a truck. You were about to get raped. 

He started to put his hands around your breasts, trailing it up to your cheeks. He held your cheeks and stared into your eyes intently. This is when the tears started to come out. You couldn’t say anything since your mouth was duct taped, but you tried to move frantically though it didn’t do anything.

He started to take down his pants and he basically ripped your leggings in half.

Why did this have to happen? You were only being a good person, helping a man, and this is what happens in return.

DURING THE SAME TIME AT HOME

♧

Jacob was starting to get worried and anxious. It’s been over an hour and you wouldn’t answer your phone. He probably called you literally a hundred times but still no answer. He asked your mom to call you to see if you would answer.

It went straight to voicemail.

Jacob started to panic even more. He decided to call your guys’ dad to see if he knows where you were.

The line started to ring. Then he picked up.

“Hey Jake, I was wondering if-” he was cut off by Jacob frantically asking him if he knew where you were.  

“Dad! Did Y/N ever call you or anything?” Jacob frantically said to his father. 

“ I talked to her about a couple hours ago, is everything alright?

“I-I don’t know dad. She didn’t come home after her jog and I’m getting a really bad twin vibe” 

“Shit, okay Jake, I’ll be home as soon as I can.” With that Jacob hung up the phone. 

“God Y/N/N, I hope you’re okay” Jacob said with tears on the verge of coming out. 

When you woke up, you noticed that the familiar smell around your mouth. The man must have knocked you out. A burning pain was prominent in the lower half of your body. Everything started to come together. With your ripped pants and the bruises all over your body, you pieced everything together. 

You were raped.

All of the thoughts in your head, you didn’t even notice that you were not in the van anymore, no, you were at a park.

This park was all too familiar. It was the park you and Jacob loved when you were kids. You got up but fell back down due to the agonizing pain. 

The pain was unbearable. Tears threatening to come out of your eyes when you wanted to forget what happened. 

But you couldn’t forget.

You laid there on the cold cement floor.

♧

The Barbers were in panic when they couldn’t find you. They had called the cops after being gone for six hours. 

The police didn’t find you yet and frankly, they were doing a lousy job at it. 

“Fuck it, I’m going to go for a drive and see if I find her” Andy said while stomping towards the front door.

“I’m coming with you.” Jacob said without question.

His baby sister was missing, he couldn’t just stay home and do nothing. Andy shook his head.

“No, Jake you need to stay here with your mother.” Before Jacob could object, a officer wanted to question him maybe knowing where you could be. 

Andy drove around the neighborhood first, but no luck. He drove about another couple blocks where he stumbled upon a park. He knew the park. It was you and Jacob’s favorite park.

He slowly drove past the park to see if there was any luck. At this point, Andy almost gave up and went back home until he saw something.

Andy’s eyes widened with fear and joy when he saw you, his baby girl, at the park. But his smile fell when he saw you laying on the ground.

What if you were dead? Andy thought to himself

“ Oh my God, Y/N!!!” Andy basically sprinted towards you.

You could barely get out the words since your throat was sore from crying so much. 

“Daddy?!” You said weakly with tears on your cheeks and your eyes bloodshot from the crying. 

“Y/N what happened?” 

But before you could answer, he saw your ripped pants, bruises on your body and the blood coming out near your legs.

“Oh my God, Y/N please tell me you weren’t raped?” Andy said with sadness but also extreme anger knowing that there was a bastard out there who possibly touched you. 

You could barely get out the words but all you said was “ I was d-daddy.”

Andy was furious at this point his worst nightmare came true. 

“ Y/N I’m so sorry. If only I stayed on the phone with you a little longer I could have-” You interrupted your father knowing this wasn’t his fault. 

“Dad, this was not your fault.” 

Andy still looked at you with sad eyes, but despite what happened to you, he was just happy that you were alive. 

“Come on baby let's go home” Andy said while carrying you bridal style.

“ I’m so sorry dad. I was just helping this one guy and-and he-” 

You started to stumble on your words but your dad stopped you.

“ No no baby you don’t have to say anything now. But know Duffy might ask you some questions so we can catch the guy okay?”

You just nodded at your dads words not wanting to say anything. 

♧

On the drive home Andy heard you sniffling he reassured you with comforting words. 

“Honey, it’s okay, you’re safe now nobody is going to hurt you now.” 

You thought back to when Jacob was calling you. “ You know Jake called me when I was helping that man,” you started. “ If only I answered his call this probably wouldn-”

You were cut off by your father. “Y/F/N do not say that. None of this was your fault it was that son of a bitches fault” 

You were taken aback when your dad cussed and then you chuckled softly. “Woah dad, I didn’t know you tolerated that type of language” 

Andy just laughed, but before you could say anything else, you noticed you were home. 

Jacob and Laurie were outside talking to police officers, but they turned around and saw you in the car.

Jacob eyes widened and was the first to run towards you and give you a hug. When he broke the hug, he looked at you and saw your bruises which made him fume with anger, but he would worry about that later. He was just happy you were home.

“Y/N oh my god are you okay?!” you just nod your head. 

You went to give Laurie a hug which lasted short when a voice spoke up. 

“ Hi Y/N, I’m detective Duffy, I work with your father and I’m sorry to ask you this but we need to question you while your mind is fresh.”

“Duffy can’t this wait until later we just found her.” Andy said while looking back at his daughter.

“No dad it’s okay I’ll be fine.” Jacob gave you sad eyes of sympathy, but you gave him a reassuring smile. 

♧

“So Y/N, tell me from the start of what happened?” Your family was there to support you. You wanted them to be there. 

You started from the beginning with the jog, the man dropping the toys, the chloroform, the van, the pain in your lower area, everything.

Laurie just cried into Andy’s shoulders while his fists were clenched white. He was so angry. No, not at you, but at the fact that he couldn’t protect you. 

Jacob held your hand the entire time while you told Duffy what happened. He was angry that he didn’t go on the jog with you. He was mad that he couldn’t protect his baby sister. 

“Im so sorry this has happened to you Y/N, you should have not gone through that. We will find the man and he will be punished for his crimes.” 

You nodded and smiled slightly at Duffy. 

♧

After all the cops left, you didn’t know what to do. You were still traumatized.

Your head was resting on Andy’s lap and your legs were on Jacobs. You were dozing off, but you were scared to sleep or eve close your eyes. 

Everytime you closed your eyes, you just saw the man. Jacob seemed to notice this because you flinched a little. 

He rubbed your leg with reassurance telling you that you’re okay now. 

“ Y/N you can finally sleep now. We’re here for you, you don't have to worry about anything.” Jacob said to you

That's when everything broke. You couldn’t handle it anymore tears and sobs were everywhere.

Your family all gave you a hug with love evident in it. This is when you finally knew you were safe. 

You then spoke up while drying your tears. “Can we still get KFC?” you said with a smile. Everyone just laughed and that’s when you finally knew you had a loving family and you couldn’t be anymore thankful than that. 

♧

A/N :OMGGg I cried writing some of this ahhhh. I might make a part 2 depending if I get any ideas and if this doesn’t flop. 

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hi! can i request a headcanon for an andy barber x daughter!reader where she’s maybe a bit younger (7-10) and she gets worried when she hears people talking bad about jacob and andy explains everything to her? thank you so much if you write this!

At first, the Barbers tried to make everything seem as normal as possible. But they realized that people were starting to talk about their daughter, too, so they pulled her out of school. 

She loved getting to spend her days with her brother, and then her parents, too, not understanding quite yet that something was wrong. 

And then they let her go to a play-date at her friend’s house, thinking nothing of it because they knew the kid and they were pretty close friends with the family. 

She seemed fine when Laurie picked her up, just tired from playing so hard. So Laurie brought her in and let her hang out with Jacob on the couch while she planned to make dinner. Andy walked in the door shortly after, starting to put his coat on the hook by the door when he heard his daughter say something. 

“Why do people not like you anymore?” She asked as she laid her head on one of Jacob’s thighs, playing with a toy that she left on the couch earlier. Jacob sighed, pausing the show he was watching. 

“S-sometimes things happen,” Jacob tried to explain. “And people want to find out who did them. That’s all.” Andy held a hand up to Jacob, walking over to the couch. He let his sister go and she crawled right into Andy’s arms the first chance she got. He sat her down on his lap and thought about what to say before saying a single word. 

“Some people think your brother did something bad,” Andy said quietly, watching as she messed with his watch on his wrist. “And now Daddy’s job is responsible for making sure it’s not true. We have to prove your brother didn’t hurt anyone, so we have to go before a bunch of people and tell them that.” 

“Hurt anyone?” Andy sighed. 

“They think your brother hurt another kid. Really bad. But he didn’t. And everything’s gonna be fine, so there’s nothing to worry about. People are trying to make him feel bad even though it’s not his fault. And it’s not your fault, either. This is all just for a while, okay?” 

“Okay.” Andy watched as his daughter crawled from his lap into Jacob’s. Jacob gave his father a silent thank-you for dealing with the question, just as the girl started settling back in. Jacob put a blanket on her, thinking she was tired. 

“I don’t think you could ever do anything bad,” she said a little while later. “You don’t even get mad when I take your things.” Jacob couldn’t help but laugh a little. 

“Yeah. But don’t worry. It’s like Dad said. It’ll all blow over.” Andy got up to go to see Laurie, explaining what he’d had to say, and the two of them watched. 

Andy’s conclusion, almost immediately, was that Jacob was treating his sister like she was his entire world. There was no way those same hands that were covering her up with a blanket could have killed someone. 

Laurie, though? Everything inside of her was imagining Jacob’s hands on his sister’s throat like they had been, only once, a few years ago. Yes, she thought. He was absolutely capable of taking another life. And she just hoped it wouldn’t be their own daughter’s. 

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[cockslutpadalecki]

Put You In Your Place

Summary: Andy is sick of his stepdaughter continuously stepping out of line, and when he catches her spiking the punch at Jacob’s sixteenth birthday party, he’s had enough. It’s time he teaches her a lesson.

Characters: Stepdad!Andy Barber x Stepdaughter!Reader

Words: 2384.

Warnings: step-parent/step-child relationship, stepcest, bratty!reader, Andy is mean, explicit sexual content, oral sex (male receiving), deep throating, forearm choking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), threats of anal sex, degradation, multiple orgasms, forced orgasms, cream pie, slight daddy kink, slight size kink, 18+.

A/N: I don’t even know where this came from, but I’m not sorry. My very first Andy fic, so please be kind. Laurie is out of the picture. Not beta’ed so all errors, spelling mistakes and general bullshit are entirely mine. I do have to give thanks to my pre-reader @sweeterthanthis for her words of encouragement. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. My work is my own, therefore I do not give consent for this story to be re-posted or translated to any other site. Subscribe to Patreon and get access to fics, just like this one, two weeks before Tumblr for as little as $3.

The party is beyond the lamest of the lame. Jacob’s supposed to be turning sixteen, but with the multitude of coloured streamers and childish decorations adorned on what looks like every corner of the house, you’d think he was turning thirteen.

And even though he’s considered family, you’re only here because Mom laid on the guilt thick. At almost eleven on a Saturday night, you know you’d rather be hanging out with your friends, smoking a joint or two, than here surrounded by your stepbrother’s friends, and the select few family members you only ever seemed to socialise with at these types of events.

You’ve done your part remaining civil, and now you're starting to get bored. How much longer do you have to be here as the dutiful older sister?

“Just half an hour more,” Mom kept promising, but as another hour passed, you found yourself on the end of yet one more broken promise when she’d beg you to stick around a little longer. “Please, for Jake.”

As soon as she’d say your little brother’s name, your resolve would crumble. Jacob was a little shit at the best of times, but you had struck up a rapport with the younger teenager over the years, and he felt like blood now.

Jacob’s dad however was a different matter altogether.

You and Andy Barber never saw eye to eye. In fact, you think he hated you. Your troublesome ways as a child, and the worsening behaviour as you grew into a teenager always rubbed him up the wrong way. You lost count of the times he used his lawyer status and contacts to get you out of trouble, threatening each time that this would be the last. Yet, when you found yourself pacing the floor of the cells at the local Sheriff’s station after getting busted for possession only last week, Andy still found you a way out.

You always figured it was Mom’s doing— convincing him not to give up on you, but there was a part of you that wanted to believe Andy cared more than he truly let on.

Glancing around the room, you catch sight of the man in question slowly bringing the bottle of beer to his lips, your insides suddenly twisting when they purse around the opening, thoughts drifting as you imagine them sucking on your clit.

Fuck. Why the hell are you thinking about him like that?

You had always denied your attraction to the older man, but the more you butted heads, the more you wanted to push his limits— aching to see when he’d finally snap.

In a bid to distract yourself from the inappropriate fantasies about your stepfather hate fucking you over his desk, you head out into the kitchen and pick out a few nibbles, popping them into your mouth to soothe the hunger making your stomach growl. You reach into the bosom of your shirt as you swallow, the remnants of the food sticking to your already dry throat, and pull out a small, silver flask your deadbeat of an ex stole for you.

You should’ve returned it the moment he began to boast about his pilfering. But you quickly became attached to it, enjoying the way the raised silver felt beneath your fingertips when you ran them across the etched design. And even though you promised yourself you’d ditch it the moment you broke up, you held onto it— not as a keepsake of your relationship, but because it had become yours.

With the lack of a mixer to water it down, the alcohol burns as you take a large gulp, but it soon melts away to a light buzz when it hits your stomach, warming you from the inside out.

You’re starting to screw the cap back on when the sight of the almost untouched punch makes an idea flicker to life in your mind.

Taking a quick glance over your shoulder to make sure the coast is clear, you turn back and empty the contents of your flask into the overwhelmingly pink liquid, giggling a little as you grab the ladle and begin to stir.

-

This time, you manage to escape, refusing to let Mom guilt-trip you into staying any longer. Hurriedly you traipse down the hall towards your bedroom to change out of the overly demure outfit Mom had begged you to wear, when you feel a hand grab at your bicep, pulling you hurriedly into the bathroom next door. Everything happens in a flash as you hear the door slam closed behind you before being thrown up against it. A muscular forearm comes from nowhere, shoved harshly under your chin, and your stepfather’s crystal blue eyes stare down at you.

“Ow, what the fuck Andy—” you snap, trying to wriggle free of his grip, but you’re pinned too tight.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he seethes through gritted teeth.

“I dunno what you’re talking about.”

Andy reaches around you with his free hand, pulling on the silver flask tucked into the waistband of your skirt. He untwists the cap with one hand— the incredible finger dexterity making your pussy weep, and sniffs deeply, his stare never leaving you.

Cerulean gives way to navy as his eyes darken. “Vodka? Seriously?”

“C’mon, the party needed livening up somehow.”

“By spiking the punch?”

You blanch a little, not realising he had seen you. But you shrug it off like it’s no big deal.

“Don’t act like you never did anything reckless when you were a kid.”

“This is the last straw, Y/N,” Andy hisses. “I can deal with your constant and desperate need for attention, but I won’t have you hurting Jacob.”

“Ah, Jake’ll thank me. Give him a little liquid courage to talk to the girl he likes.”

“He won’t be thanking you when you give him and his friends alcohol poisoning.”

“Pft, don’t be so dramatic.” You roll your eyes. “It’s only 40%. One drink each, they’ll just feel a little buzzed that’s all,” you smirk, watching his jaw tighten, and you know you’ve hit a nerve.

“You and that smart mouth always have an answer for everything, don’t you?”

“Can’t help it, must be a gift,” you sass back.

“A gift, huh?” He questions, fumbling with something beyond your eyesight, and you suddenly hear his belt buckle snap open. 

Andy moves away suddenly, enabling you to gulp down a huge breath as the pressure of his forearm against your throat dissipates. But in no time, his hand finds its way to the top of your head, and as he pushes you forcefully to your knees, he fists his swollen cock free.

“Show me what that smart fuckin’ mouth can do.”

You’re almost speechless as you stare up at your guardian, eyes flickering to the way he lazily pumps his shaft, tiny drops of pre-cum gathering at the head, and heat tightens in your core at the sight of it. No wonder Mom is a screamer these days when she’s getting pile-driven by what’s standing attention between his legs.

“You’re not gonna go all shy on me now, are ya?” Andy taunts, Boston accent thick and gravelly. “Bet you’ve sucked a cock or two for some dope before.”

Not just dope.

Swallowing deeply, you choose to remain silent, hating how he can read you so damn easy. His hand on top of your head suddenly tightens into a fist, grabbing a handful of hair in his grasp.

“Suck it, before I force it down that bratty fuckin’ throat myself,” he warns.

You shuffle forward on your knees, and Andy’s grip on your roots loosens as you reach up to take over.

He’s so fucking heavy.

You part your lips, only a little to begin with, and pepper kisses over the dome of his length. His groans are feather-light at first, slowly deepening as you lick your way up and down his shaft, making sure to concentrate on the juicy vein running up the side of it.

“Shit, yes, just like that,” he praises under his breath when your lips finally sink down around his cock.

It doesn’t take long to find a decent rhythm, spurred on by the sound of Andy above you, his deep grunts a pornographic symphony. As you take him to the back of your throat, something inside him snaps and he takes over, fucking into your mouth furiously with very little respite. 

“That’s it, good girl lettin’ me fuck that pretty little throat,” he half-whispers, half-growls mid thrust.

You try to hum around a mouthful of cock, but it just comes out as a garbled mess, drool and cum dribbling out around him and down your chin. Arousal starts to pool hot between your legs, accompanied by a low thrumming ache in your clit that makes you squirm where you kneel at Andy’s feet. 

Without warning, he tugs you off roughly, your chest heaving as you race to swallow down as much oxygen as you can. His hand moves under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. His cobalt eyes are completely lust-blown, and his lips are almost crimson from the way he’s biting down trying to stifle his moans, angry welts staining the pillowy pink with a hue of purplish blues.

“Stand up” he instructs, a little out of breath. You do as he asks without so much as a murmur which surprises even you. “Turn around. Pull that skirt up around your waist.”

Your body feels a little shaky as you spin on your heel, fingers clasped tight around a handful of fabric. As you drag it up over your hips, you hear Andy from behind you, humming appreciatively before barking his next order.

“Take your panties off.”

Your head snaps to the side at his words, searching for confirmation that you’d heard correctly when he suddenly snaps his fingers in your face and steps up behind you. His forearm is suddenly back under your jaw, pressing tight against your larynx as he uses the hold he has around your throat to force your gaze back to where it was before.

“Don’t fuckin’ look at me.”

His spare hand moves down over your curves, sliding in between your bodies and yanks your panties roughly to the side. You can’t hold in your desperate whimper when his fingers slip through your slick folds.

“Mm, little slut liked suckin’ Daddy’s dick?” It’s rhetorical but you answer a small “yes” anyway, voice barely discernible as he shoves you against the wall.

Pressing your palms flat to the plaster, you arch your back, and push your ass hard into his crotch, wet, sticky heat smothering over your bare skin. Andy quickly kicks your feet apart, before you feel the head of his cock replacing his fingers at your entrance. You squirm as he begins pushing his way home, your pussy fluttering around him.

“C’mon, you can take it,” Andy growls, feeling resistance as he struggles to fit. “Just a little more. Make me fit.”

It burns a little, but the sting soon melts away into a delectable buzz as his right hand moves down between the apex of your thighs. His fingers stroke lightly at your clit, almost coaxing your walls to relax as he finally bottoms out inside you, and the rough groan that tumbles from his lips when he does makes your knees buckle. You’ve never heard anything so sinful in your damn life.

“Not quite so chatty once you’ve got a cock inside you, hm?” He mocks darkly against your cheek. You shake your head as much as his grip will allow. 

Right hand now poised on your hip for leverage, he starts to move— long, languid thrusts to work you open at first, but he’s soon pounding into you so hard you think you might pass out. Slick almost streams down your thighs as Andy fucks into you, every drag of his cock bringing with it the lewd sound of your cunt sucking him wetly back in.

“You should see yourself, all fucked out on my cock,” he murmurs into your ear with a disgusted click of his tongue. “If you weren’t such a little bitch, I might actually enjoy being this deep inside you.”

Andy’s scathing vitriol makes you clench tighter around him. 

“But I can’t wait to cum in this cunt so you know who fuckin’ owns you.”

Your orgasm literally blindsides you, your entire body succumbing to the rush of endorphins and rapturous joy engulfing your veins. 

“Can’t even stop yourself from coming,” he laughs with a sneer.

“Uhuh,” you reply, stupefied. You don’t even know what you’re agreeing to, your mind so blissed out, you can barely recall where you are.

His hold around your throat tightens as his thrusts speed up, balls slapping loudly against your ass. 

“Got another one for me?” Andy urges, fingers finding their way back to your engorged bead, which causes you to choke out a whine at the sensitivity still making your cunt pulse.

“C-can’t,” you stutter. 

“Yeah you can, c’mon. I can feel it.” 

He suddenly shifts his angle, hitting new depths inside you, and your legs almost collapse from the disparity. 

“Give it to me, c’mon. That’s it, that’s it, that’s it,” he repeats, hips slamming against your ass at the same pace as he chants.

“Andy—” Your voice squeaks and dies in your throat at his words, and you splinter again, trembling in his grip as release trickles down your thighs. 

“One more,” he orders almost immediately, not even giving the last a chance to subside.

“No, no.” 

You try to push against him, anything to resist but his fingers are on your clit before you can swat him away. You claw and scratch at his wrist, grappling pathetically as he manages to tear another from your overused pussy. This time, Andy follows with an inhuman roar into your shoulder, spurting hot and wet deep into your womb.

Sagging against him as his abating thrusts slow to a stop, relief floods your lungs when he finally releases his hold around your throat, not before firing one last warning shot into your ear.

“I swear, if you step outta line once more, I’ll make sure to fuck you in the ass next time.”

***

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[christowhore]

Exiled From Eden

pairing: andy barber x assistant!fem!reader

summary: andy has gotten his taste of the forbidden fruit, unfortunately at the expense of his marriage. when faced with an ultimatum, he's at a loss on who to choose: laurie or you.

word count: 5.3k

warnings: age gap (reader is 22, andy in 40s?), angst, smut, infidelity, oral (m receiving), pet names, daddy kink, dirty talk, slight fluff, unprotected sex, cream pie, yelling, mentions of divorce, laurie is annoying, happy ending? !!! 18+ MINORS DNI !!!

notes: final installment of the ‘Adam & Eve’ series. thank you so much for reading, i enjoyed this mini series a lot ! let me know what you think !

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Andy should’ve felt sick at what he was doing to Laurie. Having an affair with a woman closer to his son's age than his was something he never saw himself committing.

But it had been almost a year since he had felt desired by his wife, leaving him deprived of love and desperate for attention.

He tried to talk it out with her, tried to set up date nights. Andy did everything in his power to reignite the fire in their marriage, but he was always pushed away. Laurie was constantly saying to him ‘I’m busy, maybe another time.’

After a while though, he just gave up. It was pointless of him trying to put in the effort to fix what was broken if she kept shattering his hopes.

Then you came into his life. He got lost in your doe eyes and irresistible frame. Your smile made his pants strain and his heart skip a beat.

It had been 6 months since he had the pleasure of fucking you, and luckily for him it didn’t stop there. All the late nights in the office that he told Laurie about was him taking you apart. Either on his desk at work or all over your apartment.

Andy couldn’t get enough of you. The sounds you’d make when he was rutting into you. The soft pleas of want that left your lips every time you begged him to keep going. Your essence that he would drink up would leave him in a daze.

But what had him hooked, and also a little scared, was the way you looked at him. In the beginning, the only emotion he could feel from you was lust. But now it was more than that.

Even though the two of you never said it, you both had developed feelings for one another.

When sex wasn’t happening, you two open yourself up to one another. You told him all about the troubles you faced growing up with your authoritarian parents; how you had to live in your sister's shadow, always being told you weren’t good enough, second best.

Andy even told you all about his marriage. How when Laurie and him were still in college, she got pregnant. At the time, he felt obligated to marry her, to be a family. But he never really loved her. He cared for her of course, she’s the mother of his child, but not the way he was supposed to. It was why they only had Jacob, he didn’t feel the need to be tied down to her anymore than obligated.

He could tell that Laurie had picked up on his change of behavior. The late nights and early mornings, the stench of sex that he was sure she smelled on him when he got home, if he ever did. She even tried starting up date night again, but he always pushed it away, wanting to be in your company instead.

Andy was getting ready for work in the bathroom when she walked in. “Morning honey,” Laurie spoke, her voice laced with hope.

He simply grunted through a mouthful of toothpaste, busy brushing his teeth.

The pair stood there in silence, both lost in their own thoughts. He was thinking about you, while she was thinking about him.

She knew something had been going on ever since he came home that night, reeking of sex and fruity perfume. Her suspicions were confirmed when doing laundry that following weekend, when she found your panties in his slacks. They were a pink, lacy kind, something she could’ve seen herself wearing back in college.

Laurie's eyes were brimmed with tears. She knew that they were going through a rough patch, but she always thought they could fix it. For some reason she wasn’t able to confront him about it. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to bear to hear the truth, so she simply ignored it in hopes that it would eventually end.

She started making time to spend with Andy, but was always met with rejection. Even going as far as wearing lingerie to bed, hoping to set the mood, though it would be a waste every time since he kept coming home late at night.

Andy washed off his toothbrush and spoke, not even caring to look at her. “I’m going to be late again tonight, unfortunately I still have that big client.”

That gnawing pain plagued her heart once more. She watched as her husband picked up his jacket and began to leave, not caring enough to kiss her on the cheek and say goodbye.

“Are we okay,” Laurie questioned him, causing him to stop in his tracks with his back to her.

He should’ve felt culpability, sadness, and sin due to breaking his vows. But he felt nothing. Part of him hoped that she would find out, giving him an out from their marriage since he couldn’t fully do it on his own.

“Of course, we’re fine,” he answered, “why wouldn’t we be?”

Laurie felt like screaming at him. She should’ve told him that she wasn’t stupid and how she knew he was having an affair. How heartbroken she was knowing someone else was making her husband happy. She felt like slapping him, hitting him, hurting him just as much as he did to her.

But she just smiled, pushing away all of those emotions threatening to bubble out. “Nothing dear, just checking,” lamented Laurie, quickly forcing the words out so that she wouldn’t cry.

A twinge of guilt reached Andy’s heart. He knew he was hurting her, but he couldn’t find himself entirely caring.

He turned around to face his wife. Slowly trodding towards her, he placed a hand on top of her arm and leant forward, laying a kiss on top of her forehead. “Love you,” Andy muttered, lying through his teeth.

And with that, he exited the bathroom leaving his wife to wallow away in her feelings.

.·:*¨ ☼ ⭒ ☽ ⊹ ☾ ⭒ ☼ ¨*:·.

The sounds of your wet mouth slurping up his cock filled the space of his office.

Andy had called you in for a ‘personal meeting’ once again, making sure to close the blinds from any of his colleagues' wandering eyes. The second you stepped foot into the room, you were attacked with kisses and Andy’s hands caressing your figure.

“Morning princess,” Andy purred in your ear as he guided your body to his desk.

His affectionate actions made you giddy, “Morning Andy.”

Which led you to your current position; you on your knees, under his desk, taking his entire length down your throat. His slacks unzipped to allow his cock to run free.

Andy was in pure bliss. The warm, wet feel of your tongue gliding down his shaft had him seeing stars.

You raised your head just a tad to suck on his soft head, drinking up all the precum that escaped him. Making sure he felt the more pleasure, you took both of your hands and stroked him off. Your hands glided up and down, using your spit to ease your motions.

Andy looked down at you while you were lost in your actions. You on your knees, your hollowed cheeks, the way your hands twisted and turned up the expanse of his length; he was surprised he didn’t blow his load already.

“Princess,” Andy cooed, his New England accent evident, “Give me those eyes. Look up to Daddy.”

You removed your spit soaked palms from him before looking up. Making sure to lock in eye contact, you slowly descended down his cock, not stopping until he hit the back of your throat. A muffled gargle rang out your mouth, spit flying out and forming bubbles due to your ministrations.

Andy’s head flew back against the plush of his office chair. “F-fuck baby, that’s it.” He had to suppress the loud groans threatening to come due to where they were currently located. Only soft grunts left his lips just loud enough for you to hear.

“Such a perfect little mouth,” his vulgar words only seemed to ignite the fire in you by the dozens, “You gonna let Daddy fuck your throat? Fuck all of his frustrations out on you?”

With your mouth being occupied, all you could do to respond was nod your head, the action causing Andy’s tip to rub even more against the back of your mouth.

A smile made his way on his features, “Good girl, such a good girl.” And with that, Andy proceeded to use you.

You gagging around his length only spurred him on. He bucked his hips, forcing his length even deeper into your mouth. You stroked your tongue along the underside of his cock, stimulating his throbbing dorsal vein.

“Jesus- fuck princess, look at you. Such a good little slut for me.”

Andy looked into your eyes once more and felt his balls start to tighten, indicating his release on the horizon.

He proceeded to rut into your mouth, pushing his entire length until your nose met the soft hairs of his happy trail. The feeling of being used had you moaning around his length once more.

You watched as his forehead scrunched and eyebrows furrowed. His plump bottom lip turned red as he sucked and bit down on it in order to suppress his moans.

“Right- Oh,” Andy kept your head down, suffocating you as he spilled himself into your mouth. “Ah, fuck princess!”

Ribbons of his thick seed ran down, giving you no choice but to swallow.

Andy’s chest rose and fell rapidly, the release taking a toll on him. His eyes were shut, head resting back against his chair as he savored the moment.

You removed his softening cock from your mouth, much to your dismay and already missing the velvety feel of him. Tucking his manhood back into his underwear and zipping his slacks up, you set both of your knees into the chair, straddling him.

There were some wisps of hair stuck to his forehead by dribbles of sweat, which you proceeded to swipe away. You always knew how to turn him into putty in a matter of minutes just by your tongue. It made you feel powerful, worthy even.

But there was also the feeling of guilt. You were having an affair with your boss, a married man. The tales of the husband leaving his marriage for their mistress were slim to none, they would always go back to the wife. But you held hope.

Hope that someday, you might be able to properly be with him, and not have to hide out in the shadows.

You were so lost in thought that you didn’t realize when Andy lifted his hooded eyes and was watching you. Your eyes darted back and forth as your mind was riddled with doubts.

“Hey (Y/N),” he questioned, snapping you out of your thoughts, “Are you okay baby?”

You left out a heavy sigh before resting in the crook of his neck, inhaling the musk of his cologne. Andy rubbed the expanse of your back, waiting for you to confess whatever was on your mind.

“I just-,” you hesitated, “I just don’t know if I can continue to do this knowing I don’t fully have your heart.” Sadness was evident in your tone.

Andy felt his heart ache at your confession. He knew that this topic was eventually going to arise. He would often talk about filing for divorce but was always hesitant due to worrying about how it would affect Jacob.

He sat there with you in silence, the two of you nestled into one another. Andy thought about his feelings for you. How you made him feel young again, wanted, and for the first time in a year; he truly felt happy.

He was in love with you. In the beginning, it was sex-riddled feelings; but now he truly did care for you. The thought of losing you was something he didn’t want to bear.

“I care for you so much more than you might think,” Andy spoke with utmost confidence.

Even though those were words you’ve been waiting to hear, they still were just empty promises.

Andy grasped the side of your face, pulling you out from his neck to look at you directly. “This Friday night. You and I are having dinner at my place. Jacob is heading to a sleepover for the weekend, and Laurie is going on a retreat with her school. It’ll be just the two of us and I’ll show you how much you mean to me.”

You stared intently into his eyes, searching for any sign of doubt but couldn’t find one. A hesitant smile graced your features. “Ok, sure.”

Andy smiled so hard he felt his cheeks start to burn, “It’s a date then.”

“It’s a date.”

.·:*¨ ☼ ⭒ ☽ ⊹ ☾ ⭒ ☼ ¨*:·.

Laurie had picked up on Andy’s sudden change in attitude fairly quickly. Before he was aloof, always giving dry responses before ignoring her and finding ways to get out of the house.

But now it was the polar opposite, he had been more responsive to her. Asking her questions about her day, how her work was going, it made her feel special. Part of her thought that he had finally come to his senses and wanted to be a family again; that thought filled her with hope.

It was Friday morning, Jacob had already left for school, an overnight bag in tow so that he could go straight to his friends house for their weekend sleepover.

Laurie went down and found Andy in the kitchen, cooking her favorite breakfast. “Honey, what has gotten into you?”

Andy looked up at his wife from the stove, “Nothing, just making sure you eat something before your trip.” He tried to not sound too excited at the thought of her departure.

There was a bit of uncertainty and doubt that rang in her head, but she decided to ignore it and enjoy the rare intimate moment with her husband.

After breakfast was finished, Andy cleaned up after the two.

“So what are you going to do with the weekend to yourself,” queried Laurie.

Andy stopped his movements and thought about you. The weekend he had planned involved him taking you apart on every surface in his house, then finally saying the three words he had been hesitating on telling you.

Snapping himself out of his thoughts, he looked up at Laurie. “Probably just clean up around the house, finish some errands.”

Laurie smiled, seeming satisfied with his answer before heading upstairs to collect her things.

About 15 minutes later, Andy was helping her to her car, stowing her luggage in the trunk. But before he could walk away, she pulled him into a searing kiss.

To Laurie, it felt like she was back in the honeymoon stage of their marriage. She felt passion and excitement due to finally getting the chance to properly kiss her husband after so long.

To Andy, it just felt wrong. It wasn’t your lips. He didn’t taste the usual notes of strawberries from your lipgloss. He didn’t smell the honeysuckle perfume you would always spritz on your body. Most importantly, he didn’t feel that fervor that would run through him when he pressed his lips to yours.

When Andy pulled away, Laurie looked at him and saw him smile down at her. But what she saw was a strained smile, like it pained him to do so. Suspicion clouded her brain once again, but the sound of her phone ringing reminded her of her plans.

Laurie got into her car, with the help of Andy, and drove away.

Once he watched his wife drive off, Andy pulled out his phone to start the preparations for his date night with you, silently praying that everything went according to plan.

.·:*¨ ☼ ⭒ ☽ ⊹ ☾ ⭒ ☼ ¨*:·.

It was around 7 o’clock, when Andy was finishing the final touches of the meal. Spending some nights with you at your apartment, he realized that one of your favorite meals was lasagna, but you never had the time to make it yourself. So he spent the entire afternoon scouring for the required ingredients and the perfect recipe to surprise you.

He was getting the accompanying salad ready when there was a knock on the door, signaling your arrival.

After parking on the street outside Andy’s suburban home, you made your way to the front door, hesitantly knocking.

As you stood there, you wondered if this might be the night you’ll be able to confess your feelings to him. You never told him how after the 2 month mark of your ‘relationship’ you stopped looking forward to sex and started hoping for the more intimate moments.

You thought that if you told him, it would scare Andy off and that would be the end of the two of you. So not wanting to risk anything, you kept your mouth shut.

When Andy opened up his front door you were taken back. Anytime you’d see him, he’d always look professional. Though there were times when he’d stay at your house and he’d wear just a pair of briefs, this was a different look.

He looked homey, domesticated even. Wearing a green button up and black jeans, all you wanted to do was snuggle into his large frame.

“Hi,” your voice was soft as you spoke up to him.

“Hi there princess.”

Andy sidestepped so that you could enter his home. The second you did he pulled you in and molded his lips to yours, desperate to feel your silky touch.

After a few moments you breathlessly pulled away from each other with a dopey smile.

He intertwined his hand with yours before walking you through the house and into his kitchen. The smell of garlic and roasted tomatoes made your stomach lightly growl. “Since it’s our first date, I thought I’d go all out and make your favorite meal.”

You gasped up at him, “Wait, you made lasagna?”

Your questioning made him chuckle, “Yes baby. You always said you never had the chance to get the homemade stuff so I went out and did my best. All for you.”

The sentiment made your heart swell. You never thought he was paying much attention to your post-coital drabbles, but here he was, proving you wrong.

You connected your lips with his again, sighing into his mouth with contentment. “Thank you Andy,” you said through kisses.

“Anything for you princess.”

.·:*¨ ☼ ⭒ ☽ ⊹ ☾ ⭒ ☼ ¨*:·.

Laurie sat at the campground, fiddling with her thumbs as she listened to the sounds of children laughing around the fire.

She should’ve been fully focused on the little ones in front of her, but all she could focus on was the nagging feeling involving her husband. There was something about his behavior this morning that had her mind racing.

Her coworker snapped her out of her thoughts, “Hey Laurie, are you okay?”

She mulled over Cara’s question. Everything at home wasn’t okay to say the least. For months she has seen a stark difference with her husband. He stayed out later and stopped trying to pick up the parts of their relationship where she knowingly lacked.

“Yeah I- I think I have a bit of a stomach bug,” she explained to her colleague, “You think it would be a problem if I headed home. I don’t want any of the kids getting sick because of me.”

Cara's face was full of concern at Lauries confession, “Of course sweetheart, head on home. Text me once you’re safe and feel better.”

Grabbing her things, Laurie got in her car and made the drive back home. Hoping that her sneaky suspicions didn’t turn out to be true.

.·:*¨ ☼ ⭒ ☽ ⊹ ☾ ⭒ ☼ ¨*:·.

The effects of an excellent wine pairing that Andy provided resulted in the two of you making your way towards his bedroom. Both of your mouths and hands made work on the other.

Once the door was shut, Andy lifted you up and wrapped your legs around his waist. The position allowed him to jut his crotch against yours.

Removing you from the wooden door, he carried you to the bed and layed you across it.

Usual times with the two of you in the sheets consisted of fast paced actions but in this moment, you both took your time. Andy peeled your jeans off your legs, kissing your skin along the way. “You are so fucking perfect sweetheart.”

You lifted your shirt off your body, leaving you in just your underwear.

Andy felt your fingers unbutton his shirt and slide the material out from his arms, feeling up his muscles along the way. He shimmied out of his pants before colliding his brief covered cock against your warm mound.

The two of you stayed in that passion-filled moment, kissing and grinding against the other.

“I love you.”

You were so forgone with lust that you didn’t realize the weight of what you had said until you felt Andy’s motions stop against your lips. Opening your eyes, you met his ones that were full of admiration.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have s-”

Before you could finish, Andy interjected. “I love you too (Y/N).”

Your breath caught in your throat at his revelation. The words you were so scared to say came out from him with ease, like he had been wanting to say it just as much as you did. The kiss that followed was intensified with fondness.

Not caring about the articles that still stood in his path, he tugged his briefs down and pulled your soaked panties to the side. Andy was desperate to be inside of you.

With a few quick pumps to his shaft, he prodded your heat before fully sheathing himself inside of you. A delicious and content moan came out of you both.

“Ah yes.”

Andy’s strokes were deliberately slow, wanting to feel every ridge of your tight walls against his cock. Every bump of his cock against your sweet spot had you mewling.

“I’m in love with you princess,” Andy moaned out in your panting mouth, “I’ve been in love with you for so long. Just didn’t know if you felt the same.”

You shook your head at his apprehension, “I’m in love with you too Andy.”

His balls slapped against the curve of your ass with every thrust. Your walls tighten with every drag against them.

“Keep going Andy, please.”

Your sharp cries of desire paired with his heavy pants caused you both to miss the sound of the front door opening and closing paired with footsteps ascending the stairs.

Andy could tell you were close, as was he. His pace quickened into a frenzied assault on your cunt. All that could be heard in the bedroom were the sound of sweat-slick skin slapping together and lewd whimpers.

“I love you (Y/N).”

“I love you too Andy.”

And with your words of affirmations, you both reached your personal peaks. With opened mouths, you swallowed each other’s moans.

You felt his cum coat your pulsating walls, the copious amount causing it to leak out of you. Andy continued to buck into you, hoping to prolong his orgasm.

Though he wanted to savor the moment of you spent underneath him, something in his peripheral vision caught his eye.

Looking left, he witnessed the rage filled expression of his wife.

“Shit. Laurie.”

She threw her bag at you and the brunette, “How could you?”

You pushed Andy off of you in a hurried fashion in order to get dressed.

“Look Laurie I-”

“I mean I knew you were cheating. I found her fucking underwear that you kept hidden in your pants. But you brought the slut home, seriously Andy?”

He was filled with a certain anger at the name she labeled you, “Don’t you dare call her that!”

Laurie scoffed at him, “Don’t call her that? That’s what she is. She knowingly fucked a married man, what does that make her? A fucking home wrecker.”

He stood there seething at her choice of words about you.

“It’s either me or her, Andy, the choice is yours.”

You stood there, fully dressed and about to leave the confines of his bedroom when you stopped upon hearing her ultimatum.

Turning around you locked eyes with Andy. You suspected that he would choose you after the sweet words he moaned out to you, but you watched as he stood there silently.

“Well?” you questioned, dread filling your being.

Andy wanted to say that he picked you, that he felt more love and passion in these past 6 months than he did his entire marriage, but he couldn’t. His thoughts kept traveling back to his son.

He thought about what would happen to him if they separated homes, the effect of their divorce that would have on the 15 year old. So he stood there silently, like a coward.

But his stillness was still an answer in your book. With tears falling down your face, you walked away as fast as you could, ignoring the pleas from the man that you loved begging you to stop.

Making sure to grab your purse, you ran out of his home and into your car. Once in the safety of your vehicle, you freely sobbed; your heart was heavy.

You told yourself that this would happen, that they would always choose their spouse, but you were so enamored by the man that you ignored the warning voices.

Wiping away your tears in an effort to compose yourself, you put your key into the ignition and made the track back to your apartment, alone.

.·:*¨ ☼ ⭒ ☽ ⊹ ☾ ⭒ ☼ ¨*:·.

Andy sat at the dinner table, nursing a beer while Laurie stared at him.

“Are you going to say anything, or just sit there trying to get drunk?”

He ignored the shrieks coming from his wife as his mind wandered to you. The dejected look on your face broke him. He had caused you to open your heart to him, baring your soul in the process, all for him to immediately shatter it. Shatter the hopes of a life you envision with him, a life you both envision all because he was weakling that couldn’t properly speak his mind.

Laurie rolled her eyes at his silenced self, “Whatever, clean the room up and get rid of all traces of her before Jacob gets home. You had your fun, now it’s over. Let’s just move on.”

She began the trek to leave the house before Andy stopped her.

“It’s not over,” he declared, “I stopped loving you a long time ago Laurie.”

“What did you just say to me?”

“Oh don’t act surprised,” Andy seethed as he got up from his chair. “You haven’t been in this marriage for over a year. Why do you think I got with her? Because she actually gave more of a shit about me than my own wife was supposed to!”

Throwing out the barely touched beer and grabbing his keys, he brushed past his stunned wife and made his way out the door.

“Where do you think you’re going Andy?”

He turned around to face his wife, “To go apologize to the woman that I’m in love with and beg for her forgiveness. Then tomorrow morning I’m filing for divorce.”

She watched as he took off his wedding band and set it down on the table near the front door. And with that, Andy left Laurie standing by the banister with her jaw dropped as he made his way over to you.

.·:*¨ ☼ ⭒ ☽ ⊹ ☾ ⭒ ☼ ¨*:·.

You sat in your bedroom, clutching your pillow with all of your might in an effort to stop your tears, but to no avail. Your body shook as your warm tears fell from your eyes and soaked your sheets.

All you could think about was Andy. How it felt to finally bare your soul to him and for him to utter those intimate words, all to just stomp on your dreams.

In the midst of your breakdown, you heard a hurried knock on your front door.

“(Y/N)! Baby please, let me in. I need to talk to you.”

The sound of Andy’s voice only made the tears fall faster. You thought this was a sick effort of his to break your heart even more, so you ignored his pleas.

Though it didn’t do you any good, considering he unlocked your door and let himself in. You then remembered about the key you had given him a month prior, instantly regretting it.

Andy hurriedly searched through your apartment in search of you. You didn’t have the energy to lock your bedroom so he walked right in.

“You can leave your key here and head on back to your wife. I’m sure you miss her already,” you muttered through tears.

Andy sighed at your sulking state. He went to sit down on your bed and reach out to touch you, but you shied away from him.

“I know you must hate me right now, I wouldn’t blame you,” he carefully began, “But I need you to know that I wasn’t lying when I said that I am in love with you.”

You scoffed at his words, not believing him. “If you really loved me, you would’ve said so in front of your wife but you didn’t. You made me look like an idiot.”

“Oh princess,” Andy murmured.

He knew that you didn’t want him anywhere near you, but at that moment he didn’t care. So he carefully slid into the bed, facing your tear soaked face as you looked anywhere but at him.

You two stayed there in silence as he watched your hardened features slowly begin to soften under his gaze.

“I’m filing for divorce in the morning,” Andy began as he showed you his bare ring finger. “I know it’s just words but I mean it, I already told Laurie. The reason I stayed silent was that I was scared of how it might affect Jacob, getting divorced and breaking the family. But then I realized that what he would want the most, for both me and his mom, is for us to be happy. Yeah he might hate me for cheating, but I believe that whenever he gets the chance to meet the wonderful woman that entered my life and stole my heart he’ll understand.”

Your saddened tears turned into happy ones at his words. A slight smile tugged on your lips which didn’t go unnoticed to Andy.

“The woman who looks at me with such passion it leaves me breathless every time. Who's laugh shakes me to my core with how amazing it is. The woman who I want to be with. And I know what I did hurt you. I made you feel the way your parents did- second best. But if you give me one more chance, I promise you (Y/N) that I will never break your heart ever again.”

Sniffling away your tears, you finally locked eyes with the man across from you.

“How do I know you’re serious with everything that you just said? How do I know you won’t get bored of me now that secrecy is off the table?”

Andy leaned towards you and was happy that you didn’t move away from him again. He traced your lips with his thumb before connecting them with his.

This kiss was what he needed. The taste of your lip gloss, the traces of your perfume, you content moans as you kiss him back. It was what he longed for every morning he woke up and right before he shut his eyes at night.

Pulling away but staying only a few centimeters away, he stared at you with such vigor it made you lighthearted.

“Because (Y/N) (Y/L/N), I am hopelessly, madly in love with you. And if I have to scream it from the rooftops I will. If it costs me my job, then so be it. If I lose the house in the divorce, who cares? As long as I have you, that’s all that matters.”

His words gave you hope. Yes, you still felt a bit apprehensive but you knew with the determined look in his eyes that there was no need for it. So you smiled back at the man with delight in your voice.

“I love you Andy.”

“I love you princess.”

.·:*¨ ☼ ⭒ ☽ ⊹ ☾ ⭒ ☼ ¨*:·.

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Playground Scuffles

Summary: BiBi and KitCat get into a scuffle with kid on the playground, prompting Mama to come to the rescue. Andy Barber x  Black!Reader, Bianca Barber, Katrina Barber

Warnings: Fluff, Child Bullying, Adult Bullying, Angry & Protective Reader, Angry & Protective Andy, Cursing, Protective BiBi Barber, KitCat Barber, Slight Violence, Minors DNI

A/N: You didn’t ask for this, but for some reason I had you three in mind when I wrote it. Let me know what you think, @writer84​ and @birdie-girl​ and @elle14-blog1​-  Part of my Growing Pains Series. Please send me your feedback,all my Tumblr peeps!

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Bianca was about to take her turn on the slide when she heard her sister scream. She scans the playground, only to see her sister lying on the mulch covered ground with a bigger boy looming over her. 

Little BiBi jets herself down the slide, determined to get to her sibling as fast as possible. As soon as her feet hit the floor, she’s off. 

“What happen to you, KitCat?” She brushes the curls out of her baby sister’s face before helping her up and dusting her off.

“Sissy.” Katrina cries softly. “He push me. Push down. Hurt!”

“He what?” She growls. BiBi turns to glare at the boy. “You hurt my sister?” The boy in question is even bigger than her, but she doesn’t care. All she feels is rage. 

She could fight with her sister. But nobody else could. And she would never hit her. 

“The worm was in my way.” He shrugs. “Next time, she move when I say move. Now you move or I push you too.” He crosses his arms over his chest. “My playground. My rules.”

“Not your playground.” Katrina hisses. “Me and my sissy here too.” 

“She right, dummy.” Bianca confirms. “You no touch her. Do it again, and I punch you.”  

“Do what I want.” He responds before shoving BiBi, and then KitCat, who cries out when she hits the ground again.

That’s more than enough for big sis. Balling up her tiny fist, she delivers a solid blow to the kid’s jaw. 

“Ahh!” He cries out before he takes off running while clutching his face. “Daddy!”

“Dat’s for my sissy!” BiBi growls. Once again, she helps her little sister up. “You okay, Katrina?”

“I okay. Want punch too. Sissy okay?”

“Fine. Let’s go see Mama.” 

They turn around only to come face to face with you. “Are you two alright?” You bend down and wipe some more of the mulch off of their clothing. “I saw what that mean boy did. I’m so proud of you both for taking care of each other.” 

“We fine, Mama. But I no like that dat boy.” Bianca says. 

“He push sissy.” KitCat tells you. 

“Okay.” You kiss them both. “It’s all okay.”

“Um, excuse me.” You hear a deep voice growl. “But your girls have apparently been bullying my son and I think they owe him an apology.” You look up from your crouched position to see the mean boy’s father glaring down at you. “And we would like that apology now.”

No way in hell, buddy.

“Girls,” you murmur with a fake smile. “Go play over there for me, okay?” You point towards the opposite side of the playground. And then you stand up, all 5”2 of pure Mama Bear Come Fuck With Me If You Want To Attitude.  

“Yeah, that’s not gonna happen.” You tell him. “I’m not even gonna play about it. Your son pushed my daughters. Multiple times.” 

“Ha! I don’t believe that.” The man scoffs. “My Jacob would never. He’s the gentlest soul in the world.” He sets his son down and instructs him to go play as well. 

“Yeah? Sure. I watched it happen. He pushed down my little Katrina, which is why her big sister ran over. And then he pushed her again, along with my Bianca.” 

“Right.”

“Thank you.” You respond with a cheeky grin. “I’m so glad you agree. Your son clearly needs a little more home training before you let him venture out into the wild with other kids.”

“Fuck you, bitch.”

“No thanks. I have a sexy ass husband who gives it to me on the regular.” You shoot him a wink. 

“Your daughter punched my son.” 

You let out an exasperated sigh. “Once again, you dipshit, only after your he put his hands on both my girls. Several times. And I’d also like to point out that he’s bigger than both of them. I will also do you the courtesy of pointing out the fact that my girls are completely allowed to defend themselves when needed. So, if little John or Jack or whoever doesn’t wanna get punched, then teach him to keep his hands to himself. Like a responsible flipping parent.”

“You know what, lady? I’m real close to pushing you.” His nostrils flare as he takes a threatening step towards you. 

“Try it and see what happens.” You snarl. “Where do you think my BiBi learned how to land such an effective right hook, bitch?”

“Oh, I’m a bitch, am I?” The man was on fire.

“If the shoe fits, sweetheart.” You respond with a shrug. “You wanna brawl, we can brawl. I’m not afraid of you, honey.” 

“Well, you should be. Because I’m about to -”

“You’re about to do what?” You hear Andy hiss from somewhere behind you. “You’re about to do what to my wife?” 

The angry father blanches before taking a step back. “I - she - your girls - they -”

“They defended themselves against his bully of a son, Andy. Just like I’m doing now. You can go have a seat if you want, dear. I can whip his ass myself.”

Andy chuckles darkly. 

“So your son bullied my girls and now you’re trying to bully my wife. And I was a little far way that the time, but did I hear you threaten to push my lady? Because if I did, if that’s what I truly heard, I am going to beat you to a goddamned pulp in full view of every parent here. You understand?”

The man says nothing, prompting an incensed Andy to grab him by the shirtfront. “You or your kid threatens any one of my girls again, and you will have me to deal with. Do. You. Understand?”

“I - I got it.” He mumbles. 

“Good. Now get the fuck away.” Your husband shoves him backwards. 

Andy snags a burly arm around your waist and leads you over towards your daughters. 

“I had that, you know.” You playfully grumble.

“I know you did. But nobody and nothing threatens my girls. It just doesn’t happen. Won’t stand for it. I’d torch this whole playground first, sans kids of course.” He presses a soft kiss to your lips. 

“C’mon girls!” He calls out to BiBi and KitCat. “We’re going for ice cream!”

“Yeah! Starrsbury!”

“Woo! Burfday Cake!

“I love you.” You whisper. “And thanks.”

“I love you, too. And don’t ever thank me for protecting what’s mine.”   

END

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25 Days Of CHRIS-Mas

Day 24: Spotted Dick

Summary: You get a little flustered after sorting through some shots for the firm’s publicity pages but luckily Andy is there to, ahem, in-fluster you. Then, a few days later, he surprises you on Christmas Eve…

Pairing: Andy Barber (Defending Jacob) x COG Reader

Warnings: Bad Language, smut (NSFW, 18+)

W/C: Hazard a guess about 3k ish

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction, any likeness to any persons or events in real life are purely co-incidental. I do not own any characters contained herein bar the reader and/or any original characters. I do not give consent for my work to be copied and posted/translated onto any other sites. If you see this fiction anywhere other than Tumblr, it has been taken without permission.By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer and ALL warnings posted here.

A/N: So this is part of the Consciousness Of Guilt universe and fits into the story line by telling the tale of the Christmas which is mentioned in Ch 18

Posted on mobile with my left hand. Apologies in advance for any mistakes!

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Day 23: Ransom Drysdale

You were sorting through the new photos taken of the partners and senior staff for the website and promotional pamphlets for new client packets and press releases when you got to Andy's file.

Your mouth went dry as you stared at the handsome bastard as he sat on the stool, one leg bent with his foot resting on the bar, the other flat on the floor. Those large, gentle hands, which had the previous night trailed the curved of your body, were clasped in his lap, crisp and immaculate shirt and suit adorned his body as he smiled firmly beneath a perfectly trimmed beard.

“Jesus Christ,” you mumbled.

"You okay over there?" Amber giggled as she locked eyes with you, setting foot into your office.

“What?” You looked up quickly

"You look a little....flushed."

“Oh, the temp…it’s warm, no?”

Amber peered over your shoulder and smirked with a flick of her brows, "damn you're one lucky bitch. I can see why you're looking like you do."

You let out a snort, all pretence gone. “He should be illegal.”

"I'd arrest him," she joked then sighed. "I'm going home, I need to do some last minute shopping before the family get in. Merry Christmas, Y/N."

"Merry Christmas, Amber," you stood and hugged her. "Enjoy the holiday."

"You too! Enjoy your parents and sister visiting." She beamed as she walked off. "I'd say enjoy Andy, but I already know you're doing that."

You laughed and watched her leave before your eyes strayed back to the photos. Exhaling, you sorted them back into a pile and dropped them into your drawer to be dealt with in the new year.

As you shut your office down, you smiled to yourself, your new engagement ring glistening in the overhead florescent lights. This Christmas was different than your first together, your relationship had taken off, you were engaged and the growth not only between you but within yourself was exponential.

You glanced at your watch and sighed with a sound, it was time to go home. Your parents were arriving with Penny tomorrow and from there you had just a few shopping days left to gather the gifts needed and set your kitchen up for your baking extravaganza which you, your mother and sister were planning, all whilst Andy and your dad did whatever they figured was holiday manly bonding time.

Shutting off your lights, you grabbed your purse and coat, heading up to Andy's office to see if he was ready to head out.

His door was open, but he was on a call. Leaning back in his chair, tie loose, top button undone. He gave a laugh down the handset and glanced up, beckoning you in with a huge smile.

You hung your coat on the stand by his door, your purse too before you shut the door behind you and locked it shut. No one was around, you and Andy the only ones in the firm this time of evening.

He looked so good the way he sat, it was still criminal. And truthfully, you hadn't come down from the high his photos had produced. While his beard had grown out just a little more since the shoot and his hair a little longer, God damn did he make you quiver.

He arched a brow, eyes flicking to the door before they moved to yours, shining with amusement.

“Listen, sorry to cut this short but something just came up,” he spoke into the phone, eyes still on yours, “no problem. We’ll catch up in the New Year. Merry Christmas, Duffy.”

He placed his phone down on the desk. “Angel?”

You spoke of nothing, only kicked off your vintage heeled Mary Janes and struted over to him in the cream sweater dress you wore, hitting the 'Do Not Disturb' on his desk phone, just in case. With a knit sock covered knee squeezing between each of his hips and the seat of his fancy leather office chair, you straddled him. Your lips latched to his in a dirty, filthy kiss as your fingers raked through the thinner yet delightfully still soft beard.

Andy palmed and squeezed your ass, pulling back, "Jesus Christ."

"That's what I said."

“What?”

"Your new press photos."

"Oh..."

“Oh? That’s all you got to say for yourself, Counselor? Oh?”

"Yeah, oh." He shrugged with you still on his lap. "Angel, you see me every day, it's not changed."

“Not like that! Jesus, Andy. You know I’m not sure I’m gonna approve them. The thought of you being responsible for ruining every pair of panties in the Northern Hemisphere kinda makes me a little territorial…”

"Who's going to even be looking? Outside a rare criminal or two."

“Everyone in the damned firm!” You whined.

Andy gave a low chuckle. "And you locked my door because?"

Your hands danced up his chest and you shrugged. “You’re a smart guy, figure it out.”

"You know the rules, you have to tell me what you want."

“Fine. I want you to know in no uncertain terms as to exactly who you belong to.” You flicked your brows as you licked your lips. “So you either fuck me over your desk or I’ll get down on my knees. I’m not fussy.”

Andy’s jaw dropped, like his brain shorted out for a second. “Holy shit, Y/N,” he swallowed, his eyes wide.

"On my knees it is." You slid down his lap and legs, your knees hitting the carpeted floor beneath you. Your hands quickly were on his belt, undoing the buckle with a clink before sliding the clasp away and pulling the zip down its teeth.

You pulled his half hard cock free, pumping your hand around his girth a couple times.

“Angel, I… fahk.” His protest died in his mouth the moment you took him in yours.

You hollowed your cheeks as you bobbed, using your hand curled around his shaft to fulfill your strokes. You felt his hand come to the back of your head and tangle in your hair.

Andy grunted and moaned as you swallowed him down, "fahk, honey. That's it."

You moved slowly but deliberately, your tongue flat against the underside of his dick, teasing along the vein. You felt him throb against the hollow of your cheeks and you knew he was close.

"Angel…” his hand moved from your hair down your face, gently grasping your chin as you pulled off him with a slight pop, “get up here, baby.”

Your swollen and red lips, coated with your spit, smiled as you got off your knees, slowly rising. You turned your back to him, reaching under that sweater dress and pulled your panties down over your legs. Your eyes were cast over your shoulder as you backed into him, watching how he stroked his cock with his eyes on you. The hem of your sweater dress in your hands, you sunk down on Andy, facing his desk.

“I love this side to you,” his lips nipped at your neck as he bucked upwards, one large hand creeping up your dress to squeeze your breast. “So fucking demanding.”

"Ugh, fuck," you moaned. "I have needs, too, Counselor."

“I’ll always give you what you need,” his other hand cupped your other breast, slipping into the cups of your bra.

"Yeah," you whimpered as your hips twisted and rolled with his deep and slow pistoning hips. "Andy...."

“Tell me, Angel.” His fingers tweaked at your nipples, the way he knew you loved. That beard scratched at your neck as he kissed behind your ear.

"I need to cum," you whined.

With a growl, and still buried inside you, he lifted you and bent you over his desk. The mahogany was slippery under your finger tips as you grasped for purchase for the railing you knew you were about to get.

Wasting no time, Andy nudged your feet apart and began fucking into you in quick, deep strokes.

"Yes, Andy, please, that's it."

"Fahk, Angel, you look so good taking my dick like this," the filth poured from his mouth.

You groaned as his hands curled over your hips.

“That’s it honey, come on…”

You reached between yourselves and spread two fingers over your folds, feeling his cock between your digits, and pressed the palm of your hand into your clit.

"Jesus, Angel, I can feel that.”

You squeezed your fingers toward each other adding a tighter pressure to his shaft as your thumb replaced your palm, rubbing at that sensitive nub. You were tight, your insides buzzing with impending orgasm.

“Fahk…” Andy’s curse was broken and you could tell he was fighting off his release, “honey…I’m…please tell me you’re close.”

"Yes, so close," you moaned.

Andy took a hand from your hip and grabbed a handful of your hair pulling back just enough to get you to give a good 'ugh' from your throat. If you didn't cum now, he was going to explode and you knew it. You could feel it, the way he was tightening his hold on you, the control within shattering quickly if you didn't get yours before.

He bent forward, his hips already faltering as his teeth grazed your neck, “baby, I can’t hold… I’m gonna…”

"Together," you panted, your remaining hand curling around his neck, your fingers slaying in his hair. You wanted that beard to rough your cheek up.

He knew, he always did. His arm crossed over your chest as your back arched. He tilted your head round, cheek pressed to yours, mouths locking together.

With a handful more snaps of his hips and your fingers squeezing him, the two of you came together, tongues gnashing about as you swallowed the other's cries.

It took you a moment to regain any semblance of yourself as you took in gulps of air, Andys forehead pressed to yours.

"What the fahk was that?" He rasped. "That's one of the sexiest stunts you've pulled, baby, ever."

“I don’t…I don’t know.” You shook your head, feeling your cheeks heat a little

"Well, I liked it."

“Me too,” your eyes opened as Andy pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

"We gotta go though, the maids are gonna find us and they have keys."

“It’s not that late but point taken.”

Andy pulled away and slipped from your warmth. He kissed you softly as he tucked himself back into his slacks and fixed his dress shirt, ignoring his ill done and crooked tie.

"Patti's for dinner? Head into Denver in the morning do some shopping before we get your parents and Penny?"

“Erm, yeah…” you sorted yourself out, suddenly feeling a little cold and conscious of what you’d just done. “Sounds…sounds good.”

"What's wrong?" Andy picked up on it immediately.

“Nothing,” you were quick to smile, “Just hungry.”

"Angel...."

“I just…” you shook your head. “I’m gonna ruin the moment, please.”

"Y/N," Andy settled his hands back to your hips pulling you in. His nose bumped yours. "I'm right here. Deep breath in, baby."

“The last time any…anyone fucked me over a desk it…it was him.” Your voice was a whisper. “It was one of his favourite things to make me do and I don’t…I can’t understand why my mind took me back there just now, or why I wanted it and…”

"Hey..... Hey, hey, hey," Andy's arms came around you and held your head to his chest. "Deep breath, Angel."

“I’m sorry.”

"No, baby, don't be sorry. I... I didn't hurt you did I? Did I... Did I trigger something?"

“No, God, no.” You pulled back and looked at him. “I wanted it. I enjoyed it, just my stupid brain making me ask why I did when…I can’t explain.” You finished lamely.

"I didn't question it, obviously," then he sighed. "It was great. But I'm sorry you feel this way. I've learned that sometimes trauma can hit you when you least expect it and when you thought you've healed. I think it's okay to experience it if it's in a positive light."

“I wouldn’t expect you to question it, I instigated it and it was good, more than good. It was great.”

"Spades a spade then? I don't know what to do here, honey. But I want help you and I can promise you that you're safe."

“I know I am, and this is why I didn’t want to mention it.” You sighed, “it’s not what we did, it’s the fact I can’t understand why my brain took me back there. I haven’t thought about him, or any of them in so long.”

Andy's eyes were soft, sincere. "Maybe it wants you to see you've healed? I don't know." He sighed, "I'll tell you what," he helped you slip into your coat, "why don't we go home first, I'll draw you a bath and then pick up Patti's to go while you relax?"

“No,” you shook your head, “I got a better idea. Let’s go to Patti’s then stay out, get drunk. It’s Christmas.”

"Works for me." He snorted. "Let's get outta here."

“Thought we could make the most of it as when Grant comes home in the new year, we’ll have to pick him up from doggy day care, although Eva did say I could take him to the office.”

"Of course she did."He chuckled." He's not even home yet and he's spoiled."

“Well, technically I’ll be managing the office when she’s on maternity leave so…” you shrugged then grinned, “I can’t wait to pick him up!”

At that Andy laughed, his joy at your pure excitement shining through.

“Just wait, you’ll be a full blown dog dad soon.”

He rolled his eyes, "don't call it that!"

"Why not?" You smirked, "it's true."

“I’ll be his master.”

“Yeah that’s what my dad said about Bongo.”

"Well, we know that's not fahking true. That mutt runs the show. That's not gonna happen with us."

"Okay, BB, whatever you say.”

He opened the door for you and put the two of you went into the snowy and cold Colorado winter. Hand in hand you trekked across the square towards the parking garage where Andy opened the door for you to your jeep. Most days you'd carpooled unless Andy had a court appearance then you drove separately.

He turned to you when he got in. "I love you, Y/N. Please don't ever feel you have to hide stuff that comes up from the past, okay?"

“I don’t, baby, honestly. I just didn’t want to ruin the moment.”

"Okay,” he nodded, before he leaned over to kiss you. “Right, let’s dump the car and get drunk.”

You ditched the Jeep back at the condo and took an Uber to Patti's before hopping along the square and historic street, visiting each bar for what just to happened to end up being the Annual Boulder Holiday Beer Crawl.

By the time you were rolling, literally, out of bed as slow as could be, you were barely making it to Denver to collect your parents, Penny and a very dopey Bongo on time.

Your dad howled at the fact the pair of you were so disgustingly hungover, teasing Andy with the promise of a good scotch he’d brought with him to help him level up. Even going as far as to compare the two of you to Bongo, who'd been given doggy downers for the flight.

"Poor mutt's gonna be doped up until Christmas." He snorted.

"I told you, you gave him too much." Your mom groaned.

"It's doggy weed, he's loving life right now!" Penny joked. "You know what cures a hangover?" She paused for an answer. "Shopping!"

Both you and Andy groaned. Luckily, your mother stepped in.

"Tomorrow, Penny. Let's get settled at Y/N and Andy's before anything. And get Dopey Dooey here some food and water. Not to mention a small walk."

That night was relatively quiet, thankfully, but the next day you were pleased to report you felt normal again.

Between shopping in Denver and your baking festivities, Christmas Eve was fast approaching. You, Penny and your mom had planned a filling dinner for the day of but decided a charcuterie and beverage bar were the ticket for the eve. Especially with friends dropping in as an open house.

Almost everything was prepped the night before, meaning you could have a relatively relaxed morning.

Then, early afternoon, Andy walked into the kitchen where you where finishing chopping a selection of veg for a crudite platter and announced he had to pop out for an hour or so.

"On Christmas Eve?"

“Last minute present to pick up,” he shrugged on his jacket, “it arrived late, I won’t be long, promise honey.”

"Okay, I mean, be quick, Ron and Elle said they were stopping by soon." He swooped in for a kiss and you obliged. "Be safe."

“An hour, tops. Promise baby.”

"I trust you."

He chuckled, gave you another quick peck and headed out.

“You're so spoilt!” Penny scoffed as Andy disappeared through the door into the garage.

"What are you talking about?!"

"Super stud fiancé, rushing off for a last minute surprise!”

"I'm not spoilt."

“Penny, enough.” Your dad snapped

"I'm sorry, who's getting a house?"

“Stahp!” Your mom ordered, her accent strong. “Y/N, we’re not buying her a house, just giving her enough for the down payment. And when we can free up more funds, you’ll be getting the same amount, we don’t give to one and not the other. You know that.”

"I know! I never said that." You grumbled. "Penny, think about it, I don't deserve anything he gives me, including himself, but I'm grateful he has. Please for once, let us enjoy the holiday."

Penny blinked, “I never said you didn’t…” she sighed, “forget it. I was only trying to make a joke. I’m sorry.”

You went back to your crudités, hoping that Andy was back sooner than an hour.

He was, a minute sooner to be precise. Fifty-nine minutes after he left, you heard the newly installed and security updated electric garage door open (Andy’s early Christmas present to himself) and your jeep rolled in.

You smirked hearing the sound knowing he was just in time as you were expecting Ron and Elle any moment as well. You father and mother were enjoying mulled wine while Penny was texting her boyfriend on your couch.

You heard him open and shut the car door, then another, before you heard him mutter something that sounded a little like he was yelling someone it was okay. Frowning a little, you moved to the door but before you could get there, it swung open into yhe kitchen and your mouth fell open at the sight that greeted you

There in his wool coat covered arms sat a tiny, black and white spotted puppy with big and bright eyes with a big blue bow around its neck.

"Merry Christmas, Angel."

“Oh my…” you whispered as you approached them, “you said we weren’t gonna get him until the new year!”

"I wanted him to be a surprise," he said softly and warmly.

He passed the squirmy puppy over, his tail wagging so much his butt was wiggling. “Hi!”

“Oh my god!” You heard Penny squeal as you turned, a huge grin on your face as your puppy licked your nose.

“Meet Grant!” You grinned.

“Grant?” Your mum snorted and you chuckled.

“Yeah, after Dr Alan Grant…”

“Jesus.” She rolled her eyes as your dad laughed.

“See, told you it was stupid.” Andy reached out to scratch behind your puppy’s ear.

“It’s better than your suggestion of Spot, Mr Original.” You snuggled the pup and loved on him. Your heart was absolutely full.

Bongo gave an excited yip and you bit your lip.

“He’s not had his vaccinations…”

“But Bongo has,” your dad shook his head, “he’ll be fine.”

After a slight hesitation, you placed Grant down and he trotted towards the older dog who was stood, ears pricked, tail wagging.

“Look at them!” Your dad grinned, before he dropped to the rug, fussing them both. “And Grant, you’ve got both eyes and all your legs!”

“Should fahkin' hope so for the amount we paid for the little bastard.” Andy scoffed

"Andrew!" You snorted.

“It’s true!” He chuckled.

You rolled your eyes as he gave you a quick kiss. “I’ve got all his stuff in the trunk, let me unload it and I’ll be with you in five.”

“I’ll give you a hand.” Your dad stood up, and then almost went flat on his face as Grant grabbed the hem of his trousers.

“Jesus Christ… spotted, little dick!” He half yelled, half laughed.

"Dad!" You scooped your puppy back up.

“What?!”

"You'll hurt his feelings!"

Andy gave you an exasperated look at your dad's expense, “he’s a daahg.”

You frowned. And hid Grant from his words. "Don't listen to Daddy. He's new at this."

“Jesus… I’m not…” Andy groaned, hands on his hips. “Whatever.”

"Ignore him, he's rude." You pressed your lips into Grant’s teeny snout.

“Get used to it,” Penny snorted, as Andy looked round the room, utterly perplexed yet highly amused. “she’s just like dad when it comes to animals.”

“You both are.” Your mum laughed. “We had a houseful when you were growing up. Rabbits, guinea pigs, fish, hamsters…”

You looked at Andy with a smile, and his eyes grew big. "No." He deadpaned.

“You don’t-“

“I don’t care, no more!”

“Not even fish?" There was a pause in conversation.

"Negotiable." He snorted and returned to the garage, your dad behind him.

"What about chickens?” You yelled after him. “Free eggs?”

"No!" An echo from both Andy and your father could be heard from the garage behind the door.

"We'll have chickens."

“Like I said,” Penny chuckled as you burried your nose into Grants fur, “spoilt!”

You looked at her, then around your home taking in all the little things you and Andy had added for enjoyment and comfort, before your eyes went back to the puppy in your arms. “Yeah,” you smiled, “yeah, I am.”

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Day 25: Chris Evans: Part 1- Past

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Love Eventually Wins (A.B) Part 1

Andy Barber Fanfiction (Fanfiction Master List)

Warnings: Angst but eventual fluff.

Summary: dad! Andy Barber x female reader. You are having the worst day of your life and you just needed your husband. Andy and you get in to a fight and your ten month old is sick. But it is all eventual fluff.

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"Where were you?" You silently spoke out from the couch as you saw your husband enter the living room with his jacket slung over his shoulder.

"Just out with some friends." He was not in a mood to talk right now so he started going towards their shared bedroom.

"You could have at least texted me that you were going to be late. I was getting worried." You hated fighting but most of all, you hated fighting with Andy. You both have always been the ones to resolve issues peacefully but you had a gut feeling that this interaction was going to be different.

"Well, I am here now so I am obviously fine." He snapped, clearly irritated by your complaints, which he subconsciously knew were right. You were taken aback by his tone because you didn't know what was going on his mind.

"Can you please keep your voice in check? I just put Gabriel to sleep." "So now I am the one causing the problems? Great." He frustratedly ran his hands through his dirty blonde hair.

"I did not-"

"I am tired and I am done arguing with you." Andy turned his back around but was stopped by your frail hands on his arms.

"I am also tired, you know. Gabriel was sick today and he did not stop crying the whole day." Your six month old son was not feeling well when he woke up this morning. He had a sore throat and a high fever so he wasn't able to eat any food or drink milk. At one point, it got too much for you and you started crying with him.

"I didn't told you to take care of him."

"What do you mean? He is our son. Of course, I will take care of him." You were offended when he started speaking like he didn't even know you, like you were a burden to him. "I have had the worst day of my life and I just needed you."

"What could have possibly been that bad about your day? You just had to take care of a child and it's not as if you had something else to do." This was the last straw because he could not just throw that in your face.

"I had something else to do and I quit my job as a lawyer to take care of our son." You could not just stand there and let him throw insults to your face. It was both your decision that you will take sometime off from work till Gabriel was a little bit older. Andy was a little bit hesitant to agree with you first but then you both thought it was for the best. He was the assistant district attorney so the job wouldn't be waiting for him after six months of leave. It just made sense for you to be the one to take a step back.

"It was your decision so don't blame it on me. God, I just need a break." Your husband looked like a whole different person right now. Gone was the caring man that brought you ice cream at four in the morning because you were craving it or who gave you foot massages after a tiring day. You did not what caused him to be this way but he had absolutely no right to talk to you like this.

"From what? You need a break from what?" Both your voices were slowly rising and you unintentionally stepped closer to one another that you were now face to face. Tears were pooling in your eyes but Andy did not take a notice of it. It was as if he was in a haze and he didn't care who he was hurting in the process.

"From you, god dammit. Can you please get off my case?" The moment those words left his mouth, it was as if he stabbed you with a knife.

He had a bad day at work today because he lost a major case today because the witness did not show up and that murderer was proven innocent. The district attorney was not happy with him and laid it out on him good. She even gave one of Andy's most important case to his work enemy, Carter. Taking him to a bar at the end of the day, his friends tried to cheer him up but nothing worked. He was a little tipsy when he got home and when you told him that he was not even there for his family, he felt like a failure. Andy turned his guilt in to anger and took it all out on you.

"Well, if that's what you want-" Before you could say something else, your son woke up from all the commotion that you were making in the living room. The look that you gave him was one of hate and loathing and you did not want to see his face right now. Racing towards the nursery, you took him in your arms and noticed that the fever was back. You cuddled with the baby and shed a few tears of your own. Your life was a mess right now and you didn't know what to do with yourself.

Meanwhile, Andy was angrier than ever. He pored himself a glass of whiskey and was about to drown it in a go, when a ringtone interrupted him. You and Andy have always kept the same phone and ringtones. It was their thing. So he didn't realise that it was your phone when he picked it up.

"What?" He snapped.

"Andy? Is that you?" a hoarse voice questioned with uncertainty.

"Yes." Quickly checking the phone screen, he realised that it was your phone and it was your sister, Josie calling.

"Are you guys on your way now?"

"What? What are you talking about?" Confusion clouded his brain as the anger slowly started to dissolve.

"Dad had a heart attack today and he is about to go into surgery. They are saying that it is a risky one and he wants to meet (Y/N) before it. Realisation slowly started to seep in him as he recalled about what you said. "I thought you guys would already be on the plane."

"Yeah yeah. We are about too." Putting the phone down, he closed his eyes tightly and contemplated on the fact that he ruined everything. Andy knew that he was selfish and a little bit narcissistic. You always tolerated these little tweaks in his personality but it got out of hand today. He knew he screwed up big time and he just wanted to fix it immediately.

He could hear you gently humming to the baby and the little sniffles along with it. His heart broke a little because he was the cause of your misery. Quickly packing your bags, he booked three seats to Los Angeles and then made his way towards the nursery.

"Hey. Uhm, I packed our bags and booked our seats. We can leave right now." Your back was turned to him as you kept rocking Gabriel to sleep. You couldn't bare to look at him right now. The things he said hurt you too much because you did not even deserve it. "(Y/N), I am sorry."

"Andy, I can't do this right now."

"Baby, I did not mean a word I said. I was having a bad day and I just took it all out on you." He wanted to take you in his arms but he knew that he should not push his luck right now.

"Can we please not talk about this right now? Gabriel's fever is spiking up."

"Let me see him and (Y/N) I am so sorry. I will make it all up to you, I promise." Andy took his son in his arms and gently started to sway him.

"What happened at work today?" You knew that he would not have behaved like this without a reason so you tried to become the bigger person. Your husband was quick to explain everything and you understood because you have been in that position once or twice. "But this does not justify your actions."

"I know and I am so sorry. I will make it up to you, I promise."

"Andy, if you really need a break from us, you can-"

"No, I don't. I didn't mean any of it. It was all out of anger." His heart broke when he saw you doubting their eight years relationship because of his stupid words. His gut twisted and he just wished that he could go back in time and smack himself.

"Oh okay. I suppose it's okay then but you can not do this again."

"I promise." Pecking you on the lips as a silent gratitude and took you in his other arms. "I am sorry about your dad. Let's go meet him."

"Okay. Can you pack Gabriel's toys and pacifiers? I am going to change my clothes." Andy nodded his head and got to work as Gabriel started to play with his stuffed toy. Meanwhile, you changed in to a simple sweater and leggings.

Your dad was one of the most important person in your life and you can't imagine a life without him. He was the first man who got you bouquets and took you out on a date. Your dad was always their for you to help you make important decisions in your life like when Andy asked you to marry him, you first asked your dad's opinion and then said yes. You couldn't imagine him as a sick person because he was the definition of health. You silently prayed that he was going to be okay.

"Ready to go, babe?"

"Yeah, let me just switch off all the lights."

"Okay. I was thinking that I can get Gabriel checked up when you go to your dad's room."

"I will come with you, honey." You watched as he strapped the toddler in to the baby carrier and kissed him on the forehead. At that moment, you knew that no matter what happens, you will always love him.

"No, it's okay. I will take care of it. You spend time with your dad when you get there. I love you."

"I love you too." Taking his hand, you both stepped out of the house together and you knew that no matter what happens, you will be alright because your husband was with you.

Hope you guys enjoyed it!! Here’s a link to Part 2

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A/N: I loved watching Defending Jacob so I came up with this plot. Andy Barber has my whole heart and I hope you guys liked it. Tell me what you think and message me if you want to be added to the tag list.

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Imagine baby had a little girl and laurie did not know because she doesn’t need to know and then she just walks in on Andy holding a baby and she is like wtf and she was like jacob why did you not tell me

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☼ 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: andy barber x reader

☼ 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔨𝔫𝔤𝔰:

☼ 𝔞/𝔫: this was so cute and i couldn't help but make it a full length fic! hope you enjoy!

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Andy was used to hiding Juniper. ever since you had fallen pregnant, you and him had made it a mission to hide her from Laurie.

Jacob knew of course, he had a right to. little Juniper Rose was his little sister, his little sister that he adored with all of his heart. every time he came over to Andy's, he had a new present for his little sister.

the chubby baby was barely 5 months old and she was spoiled, and a complete secret. to ensure complete secrecy from Laurie, you started dwindling how much you left the apartment before you started showing, and you went to a doctor two towns over. it was rough, but you didn't want anyone to know. especially Laurie.

you had gone out for the day with some old school friends, so Andy was left alone with both Juniper and Jacob. he was trying to pay attention to the time, hoping that he could have Jake walk outside instead of Laurie coming in to get him, since Juniper was getting older, and wanted to play in the living room rather than her bedroom.

but, that didn't happen. Jacob and Juniper were playing in the living room, when she started crying. Jacob picked her up and checked her diaper. finding it soaked, he put her on his hip and walked towards her bedroom, only to be met with Andy who was coming out of the bathroom.

"i was just gonna change her diaper," Jacob said, handing his sister to their dad. Andy took her, and walked into the bedroom, Jacob following.

"it's okay bud, i got it. maybe you can distract her while i change her," he said, and Jacob grabbed her stuffed giraffe from her crib, and held it in front of her face and Andy pulled her pants down.

the two finished changing her, and Andy bounced her around her room as Jacob went to his to grab his bag. both men were so concentrated on their own tasks that they didn't hear the front door open, and the foot steps making their way down the hall.

Andy heard footsteps approaching the nursery door, and turned around thinking it was Jacob. he felt like a bucket of ice water had been poured over his body as he saw his ex wife standing there, a shocked look on her face as she looked between him and his daughter.

Andy heard his son running down the hallway. "oh shit," Jacob said, and Andy didn't bother to correct his language. "mom, you weren't supposed to know." he said, and Andy squeezed his eyes shut as Laurie rounded on him.

"why didn't you tell me?" she demanded, and Jacob's mouth opened and closed like a fish. "i'm your mother, what else are you hiding from me?"

Andy placed Juniper in her crib and approached Laurie slowly, who was continuing to scream at her son.

"this is a huge thing to hide Jacob! you have a child, and you hid it from me, AND you're making your father raise the child!" Jacob looked at his mother confused.

"m-mom it's not my baby." he explained slowly. "that's my little sister." he said, and Laurie flipped her head around to look at Andy.

"swore him to secrecy, huh?" she spat. "was that your little girlfriends idea? didn't want the world to know that she was pregnant while in college?"

Andy shook his head, blocking Laurie from being able to see Juniper who was playing in her crib, babbling for you.

"mamamamama-"

"laurie it was my choice, not y/n's." Andy assured her, but it seemed to have the opposite effect on her demeanour.

"-mamamamaMA-"

"she didn't want anyone judging her, and i didn't want her to be subjected to your criticisms."

"-MAMAMAMAMA-"

Andy turned around, and scooped Juniper up. she immediately stopped her screeching, and reached out for Jacob, who took her to his room.

"look, Laurie, ever since you met y/n, you've been awful to her. you've done nothing but insult her, and talk about her behind her back. remember how you felt when you went out in public during the Rifkin situation? that's how she feels. she didn't want to subject Juniper to it, and i agreed. hiding her from you was MY choice, so don't you dare blame Jacob, or y/n." he said, but Laurie refused to budge.

"so Jacob gets to know about this, but not me?" she demanded.

"Jacob is her brother. i'm not going to deny him the joy of being an older sibling just because you refuse to accept the fact that i am in a committed relationship." Laurie opened her mouth to respond, but she wasn't given the chance as the front door opened, and you stepped through.

your eyes widened slightly at the sigh of Laurie, red faced, hair frizzy, but you walked up to Andy nonetheless.

"hi daddy," you said in your sweet voice, and he smiled warmly.

"hi baby girl. how was your day?"

"it was good. where's Juni?" you asked, looking around for your little girl, knowing that the truth had come out from the text Jacob had sent you.

"she's with Jacob in his room," he said, and you were immediately headed that way to allow Andy and Laurie to finish their conversation.

"mamamamama!" Juniper babbled, her arms reaching towards you. you lifted her from her brothers arms and hugged your chunky baby.

"hello little love, how are you?" you asked, and took a seat in Jacob's desk chair as she babbled more.

"how bad was it?" you asked Jacob, who was cleaning up the puzzle he was attempting to do with his little sister.

"pretty bad. she thought Juniper was mine and that i was making you and dad raise her at first," Jacob said, a smile on his face, and you burst out laughing. "then i told her that she wasn't mine, and all hell broke loose." he explained, and you shook your head.

"i mean, i knew i couldn't keep her a secret forever." you admitted, looking at your baby who was engrossed in whatever anime Jacob had left playing on his tv. "i was just hoping it would come out different. i hated that you couldn't talk about her." you said, looking at your stepson.

he shrugged. "i did talk about her, just not to mom. mom's the only one who doesn't know. it was hard to not talk to her, not tell her about the cute things that she did, not show her the photos i have, but i managed. i doubt she'll let me talk about her anyways."

you nodded, just as Andy opened the door, a tired look on his face.

"hey Jake, mom's waiting." he said simply, and Jacob nodded, grabbing his bag before following his father out of his room, you and Juni heading to the bedroom for some cuddle time. you stopped just before the bedroom door, and gave Jacob a hug.

"let me know if she does or says anything, okay?" you whispered in his ear, and he nodded. he gave Juniper a hug and a kiss, who giggled and squealed at her big brother, before hugging Andy, and leaving with Laurie.

you gave Andy a look and he followed you two into the bedroom, and onto the bed. he pulled the two of you into his arms, and pressed a kiss to both your heads.

"i'm sorry i wasn't there to help," you said, and Andy shook his head.

"don't be. i can handle her. i'd rather you not have to deal with her if possible." he said, smiling as his little girl climbed on his chest and began patting his cheeks with her chubby hands.

"i'm glad Jacob can be a little more open though," you said, giggling when Juniper stuck a chubby finger up her dada's nose.

"yeah me too. he's the best brother ever, right?" he asked Juniper, ticking her pudging belly. she giggled and nodded babbling and pointing to the door.

"i love you two, so much." Andy said, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.

"we love you too." you answered, the sentence punctuated by a sneeze from Juniper.

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