#sophie is andy in this situation

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i just rewatched the first toy story movie and am feeling the after effects. the point of this post was to say Fitz and dex are just like woody and buzz. from the toy story.

#LIKE LISTEN TO ME. LISTEN. #sophie is andy in this situation #LOOK AT ME THOUGH. LOOK. DO YOU SEE IT. DO YOU COMPREHEND. THE VISION. #listen to the song strange things from the movie and try to tell me that doesn't describe dexs feeling #in the first book PWRFECTLY. #LOOK WOODY WAS SUCH A PETTY LIL FUCKER IN THAT MOVIE. SO'S DEX!!!! #and buzz was just fucking existing man! like. he had no strong emotions toward woody at all until the end and that feeling. #was CAMRADERIE. AND FRIENDSHIP. WHEN THEY FINALLY GOT THEIR SHIT TOGETHER #anywyas go watch toy story and FEEL THE VISION. #I've gone a little crazy... might regrer this in the morning. #kotlc has taken over all parts of my life. #I'm way too obsessed with detz. aough. #just.... them!!!!!!!!!! they're just like buzz and woody!!!!! well. excluding the whole Bestie at the end thing #cos fitz and dex still haven't gotten tjeir shir together. #BUT DO YOU UNDERSTAND. #anyways I should. probably tag this. #went on a rant in the tags a bit... #anyways #dex dizznee #kotlc dex #fitz vacker #kotlx fitz #keeper of the lost cities #detz #kotlc fedex #anyways slay if someone wants to write this au. i am here for it. #i will possibly draw something for this if i can escape The Block (of art) #oh wait #kotlc #i will regret this later. faremorrow.

[lambsouvlaki]

Hiii

Your new AU with Jason,Sophie and Andy has me thinking. What was jasons family’s reaction to him coming back like? And what the first few months with the baby look like for Andy ?

Thanks for the ask!! I'm so sorry the answer is months late!

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It was the middle of the night in Wayne Manor and a baby was crying. 

Andy swayed mindlessly in the sitting room nearest to the guest bedroom she was set up in. Slowly the tears stopped and baby Sophie drifted back to sleep on her mother’s shoulder. She was still so tiny. Who would have thought Jason’s baby would be so small?

Then again, she’d seen the pictures of him as a kid. Maybe she should have expected it. 

The bats had been hovering ever since they came home from the hospital. None of them knew what to do with a baby but they were all excited to try and help. She knew they meant well. It was kind of a relief that they were almost all out on patrol tonight. Only Alfred and Damian were at home.

She scrubbed a hand down her face. She had no idea what time it was. Her body was completely disconnected from the day/night cycle at this point. 

She shuffled down to the kitchen and slumped onto a stool at the island bench. Sophie would need to feed soon. Andy’s body had sluggishly started to produce milk, a month late and in quantities that wouldn’t impress even the smallest infant. They had both gotten used to the convenience of the bottle. Her breasts ached. 

The lights were too bright for the hour. She was too tired to turn them off. 

It was so quiet. 

She wished Jason was there. 

She kept thinking she had made her peace with it. Nine months and it hadn’t been true yet, but maybe tomorrow. 

She wanted him to hold her and tell her it would all be okay. To laugh and ask if she really thought he would just leave them like that? 

She sniffed. 

She swiped at her eyes and held on tighter to Sophie. She took deep breaths until she could blink without letting tears fall. It would be easier when she wasn’t so tired. The week after labour she was bursting into tears over practically anything. In the depths of exhausted delirium she kept expecting him to show up. 

Soft slippers tapped on the tiles behind her. 

That was nice of Damian to announce his presence, he didn’t normally stoop to such things. 

She turned her head. 

A woman with brown skin in a green and black qipao stood inside the kitchen doorway. She was looking over her and Sophie.

Andy clasped Sophie closer. 

Talia al Ghul didn’t look much like the way Andy had imagined from Jason’s descriptions, but it was obvious all the same. Damian, in the presence of a new mother and baby, had felt moved to tell her about his own mother. In his own oblique way. 

Nobody had actually said whether or not she was an enemy or not. Andy shifted Sophie to her other shoulder, making her slightly further away from the newcomer. 

There was something amused in Talia’s expression. It looked similar to Damian’s haughty expression. 

“I am no threat to you,” she said, and Andy realised the amusement played cover for hurt. Much like Damian’s haughtiness. 

That confused her. She still didn’t relax her hold on her baby. 

She cleared her throat. 

“How can I help you, Ms al Ghul?”

“You are too polite for this household.”

“So I’m told.”

“Natural, I suppose, for someone who cannot defend themselves to adopt an obsequious manner. It is not what I expected to find in Jason’s choice of partner.” 

“Would you feel better if I insulted you?” the gothamite inside her asked. 

The amusement was real this time. Talia moved silently across the kitchen to the bench and cupboards, giving Andy her back. She set the kettle boiling and opened some drawers.

Andy didn’t know what to do with that. 

“How is your daughter?” Talia asked. 

“Fine.” She patted the downy back of Sophie’s head. The kettle started to simmer and whistle. She was too tired for the absurdity of the situation to register. 

“She sleeps well,” Talia commented. 

“Tonight, at least.” 

Talia cast a questioning look at her. 

“She didn’t take to the bottle well. And she is not going to be made to do anything she doesn’t want to do.”

Talia laughed quietly. “Then she is her father’s daughter.”

Andy’s lips did something that was almost a smile. The ache was too sharp tonight for more. Talia’s amusement faded and the quiet returned. 

There should have been someone here, standing between the two of them. 

He should have been here. 

Talia brought her a fragrant cup of tea in one of Alfred’s good china tea cups. It was milky and smelled sweet and spiced. 

It occurred to her that the demon’s daughter did not typically serve people. Andy didn’t typically tell people she was bottle feeding. She was unsure what was happening or why. 

“Thank you,” she said quietly and took a sip. 

Tali sat opposite her and drank her own tea. Beautiful bangles clinked softly at her wrists. She gave Andy an assessing look that turned knowing. 

“Your daughter is healthy and well fed. Don’t admonish yourself over the means.”

She looked away. “It’s– the nurse said breastfeeding is better for–”

Talia tsked. “And a hot house is better for flowers, and yet the fields flower every year. If the milk comes, it comes. You have your own recovery to focus on, and the girl is accepting the bottle.” 

Andy let out a breath. “Yeah, she is.” She really just needed someone to say it.

“Rally your strength. This is a marathon, not a sprint.”

“And here I thought labour was the finish line,” she said, with a twist of her lips. 

Talia smiled indulgently and sipped her tea. “There is no finish line.”

Andy sighed. She was realising that.

She couldn’t talk about this with the others in the house. And not just because they all had such deep rooted issues around parents. For so long she had been Jason’s sweet little civilian girlfriend to them. The normal one. She settled into that reputation: she couldn’t solve crimes or defend herself, but she could hold a normal conversation and maintain a healthy reputation and go to the post office without getting into a shootout. 

She could hold down a job. Get a degree. She could give Jason a happy home life.

And here she was: unable to look after herself. Unable to finish her studies. Unemployed. She couldn’t give Jason a home worth returning to. She couldn’t look after her own daughter. She couldn’t do anything at all.

The idea of going to Babs with her little problems was a humiliation too far. 

She didn’t know why Talia cared enough to listen, let alone ask. 

“Bruce is looking after you?” Talia asked.

“Yes. Yes, he’s been very… obliging.” 

She raised an eyebrow. 

“He loves babies. He just doesn’t know what to do with them.”

Talia smiled fondly, and sadly, into her tea. “That does not surprise.”

“Your son also loves babies.”

“Does he?” She looked genuinely surprised.

Andy hoped she wasn’t betraying Damian here. That was a relationship as complicated as Jason’s with Bruce and she knew far fewer details. 

“He takes his duty as Uncle very seriously.”

“He would. He was fond of his brother.”

“Is fond,” Andy said sharply. 

“You have had news?”

“No. But I won’t bury him until I do.”

Talia’s eyes were pitying. “You may be waiting a long time.”

“I’m not waiting. Either he comes home or he doesn’t. I have a daughter to raise.”

She nodded. “Good girl.” The assassin rose gracefully from her seat. “May I hold her?”

“No.” 

She didn’t look especially surprised. “I should like to meet her all the same.”

Andy took a moment to consider it, then she slowly turned in her seat and brought the sleeping infant around to show her face. Talia rounded the bench. 

Sophie was still in the potato stage, squishy and far too young to see if she had taken after either parent. There were pouty lips and wispy black hair in little tufts. She had Jason’s complexion and soft blue eyes when they were open that she suspected had once lived in Jasons’ face before the introduction of green. Andy loved her so much her heart hurt.

“This is Sophia.” 

“Sophia,” Talia said softly. She cupped the back of her head and leaned in to get a closer look. “May you grow into your father’s strength, and your mother’s sense. Your grandfather’s resolve, and your… grandmother’s flexibility.”

Oh. 

Hmm.

She felt more than saw Talia’s amusement at her revelation. She decided to let it slide but she was going to be having a serious conversation with Jason about this one day. 

Talia leaned forward and kissed Sophie’s forehead. 

“Sleep well, little one, and know you will always have an ally in me.”

She gave the baby one last caress, then she left, as quietly as she came. 

#jason todd #red hood #dc #jason todd x oc #my fanfic #red hood x oc #jason todd x reader #jason todd x fem!reader #fluff #talia al ghul #dad!jason #baby fic

[ironverseocs]

Who is your current muse, and who is their faceclaim/what do they look like? What is one item that you associate without fail to them? What is their favourite colour? Is there a song you associate with them? If not, what quote fits the best for them? What do they like doing in their spare time? How much spare time do they get? What one fact do you love about them, but might not have had the chance to share yet?

My current muse is Andrea "Andy" Pereira, an OC from the Parks & Rec fandom who is in a queerplatonic relationship with another one of my creations Stephen Sebastian Knope-Wyatt. (I know technically he's canonised as of the farewell season, but due to my interpretations and heavy cultivation of a personality and life-story for him, I consider him oc-status. If you will... a #Schrödinger'sOC, as I've come to dub these types of characters.)

Andy doesn't have a face claim currently, but she does have a pinterest board which includes a general visage close to the one I hold in my head. In terms of visuals, the closet I have come to finding an fc is Sophia Black-D'elia (image at bottom), but I'm not completely sold on her. For now, Andrea remains officially face-claim-less.

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Several items make me think of her, such as big hiking backpacks or converse shoes paired with flannel, but I think the most 'Andy' object would be those white, tin mugs you take on camping trips for your morning coffee. Her favourite thing? Opening up the back of her offroading vehicle and screwing on the gas canister for her little JetBoil stove to make coffee at 5:30 am just so she can watch the sun rise with a hot drink in her hand. She started doing this long before she met Stephen, long before she even left South America.

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Andy's favourite colour is the kind of orange you only see in a mountain sunset, somewhere where the air is so clear you cannot smell the industrialisation anymore. Somewhere where the water runs crystalline blue and the birds cross the sky without a flap in their wings, the smoothest soar. A place where no one knows; a sunset no one else will ever see. An orange so vibrant, it's fire without the burn. An orange she would never have seen in the smoggy, polluted city she grew up in.

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Two songs I associate with Andy:

Some Italian Mountain - Sophie May

And I hate to admit it But I can't wait till October when I'm allowed to escape him And move my life to some Italian mountain Mmm mmm mmm mmm

Traffic in the Sky - Jack Johnson

It's enough to make me cry But that don't seem like it would make it feel better The answers could be found, we could learn from diggin' down But no one ever seems to be diggin'

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In her spare time, she loves kicking back with a good book. While a solid majority of the time, you can find her pushing the boundary of human-recognised lands, she isn't above every now and again recollecting herself with a sit in and a good book, especially if she and Stephen find a good place to park their van on some West Coast desert land. Oh, with the sun shining down just right... after whipping out the camp stove to make a little noontime meal... She'll set up her canvas chair, take out her current read, and while away the rest of the daylight hours getting lost in the words.

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Due to the nature of her living situation right now (aka: she lives a nomadic life in a van), she has a lot more spare time than most people do these days. That being said, she still has a job to ensure that she can afford this lifestyle. She (very strictly, might I add) makes sure her work doesn't go past 5pm, as she is very conscience of the line between "work" and "rest", guarding her free time with her life. Andy believes there is more to life than work. She believes, first and foremost, in experiences and living.

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Not particularly a fact I love about them (although it's not like I hate the fact lolol) but a fact I'm proud of creating for her is about her origin town as it weaves its way into who her character is currently. She was raised on the cusp of poverty in a city where the streets were dingy and the air a polluted, breathing hazard. Growing up, she hated it and would often spend her afternoons picking up trash along the sidewalks of her neighbourhood. As soon as she was able to, Andy left home for wider, cleaner pastures (so to speak). She saved up money in a piggybank all her teen years to backpack in the Andes, which wasn't enough by far but that didn't stop her; with an old rucksack, a sleeping bag given to her by one of the climbers she met passing through her town one day, and plastic baggies of food and safety equipment and toiletries, she set off. The people she met along the trail, some of them became her friends, and one of them... became her best friend: Stephen Sebastian Knope-Wyatt. That was the first time he helped her out of a jam (after all, she was ill-prepared for backpacking despite her best efforts), and since, they've been helping each other since.

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*Closest FC I've found for her: Sophia Black-D'elia

Forever tag: @arrthurpendragon @foxesandmagic @shrinkthisviolet @ochub @ocappreciation | if you'd like to be added, send me a dm or ask ✨💓✨

#ocappreciationtag #ocapp #ochub #allaboutocs #parks and rec #parks and recreation #oc: andy pereira #fd: parks and rec #fic: the finer things #[ ask games ] #type: ask games #type: headcanons #foxesandmagic #type: records #mine #thanks for the ask!! sorry it took so long to get up

[taylorswiftstylequestions]

Hi :) I know you love to read. What is your favorite genre to read? I’m always looking for other genres lol. Have a good day!

Hi! I mostly read literary fiction with dabbles into gentle sci/fi and memoirs.

For reference, below is an update from the last book post I did on things I've read:

People We Meet On Vacation by Emily Henry - Probably my least fave Emily Henry book but still fun!

Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow by Gabrielle Zevin - Unexpectedly so moving. I cried. TSS Book Club post about it on the Patreon here.

The Diamond Eye by Kate Quinn - Also not my favourite Kate Quinn book but she is always worth a read.

Things to Look Forward To: 52 Large and Small Joys for Today and Every Day by Sophie Blackall - I used this as a buddy reading book with my favourite littles. But it still counts as a book and also adults need reminders of joy, too.

Ariadne by Jennifer Saint - For lovers of Circe and Song of Achilles if you're into the modern Greek retelling situation. I've thought about this one a lot since reading. The emphasis of the role of women in Greek tragedies also reminded me of A Thousand Ships which is a similar vein of genre and also worth a read.

Cultish by Amanda Montell - Fascinating take on our culture's obsession with cults in all their unsuspecting forms.

The Kiss Quotient by Helen Hoang - I generally don't like being mean about books because writing anything is a major accomplishment and there were some nice things that relate to the author and how writing this book personally brought her to the realization that she is autistic which I think is beautiful but this book was laughably awful. Read if you're into mild smut and don't mind the absurdity of romance novels sometimes.

I'm Glad My Mom Died by Jennette McCurdy - Woof. Emotional and sometimes darkly funny memoir. Big huge trigger warnings for ed.

Project Hail Mary by Andy Weir - His books are always such a delight. This one really warmed my heart unsuspectingly.

Remarkably Bright Creatures by Shelby Van Pelt - Also heartwarming and sweet. You get emotionally attached to an octopus and it's fine.

#sarah reads books

[foreversecrets]

Bloody Hands

Rogers Family Expansion

Paring: Ari x Blair

Summary: His wife is pulling away but not only is she distant, she's afraid and Ari is determined to prove she has him and his entire family on her size.

Ari was eager to get home to his wife, she’d been a little AFK today even when the two had met up for an exchange of product for her and her team to distribute. She’d seemed more paranoid than usual, looking over her shoulder and rushing to get away from either the location of him, he wasn’t sure. But she couldn’t escape him at home, at least that’s what he thought when he entered his shared studio apartment he found his wife packing a suitcase and an open backpack full of cash. 

“What the hell is going on?” 

“I have to go.” Blair said, not stopping her actions. “They’ve hired Detective Benoit Blanc, he’ll put me away for life.”

“Bunny, no one is going to take you from me.” Ari promised, taking his wife’s hands to stop her packing. “Andy is the ADA, he won’t let anything bad happen to anyone in the family.”

“You don’t understand,” she was becoming hysterical. “I killed someone.”

🍷

Ari was pacing around Steve’s dining room as the rest of his brothers gathered for the emergency meeting Ari’d called. He’d dropped Blair off at the Adler’s and picked Frank up at the time, trusting Daphne to take off Blair and make sure she didn’t run. When bleary eyed Frank and Ari arrived Steve who was just as exhausted due to Williams inability to sleep through the whole night but with this emergency Steve passed his duties onto Annie. One by one the brothers arrived until Ransom arrived last, the twin strapped into their double decker stroller. His reasoning being Victoria had her yearly review tomorrow and couldn’t be exhausted, the care and softness so easily coming out reminded the brothers of the positive effects of love/marriage. The brothers waited for Ari to explain what was going on but Ari's eyes were locked on Sophie and Penny, not wanting to have this conversation with his innocent nieces present. 

“Ran, let's set the girls up in the guestroom.” Steve supported taking the sleeping Penny from the stroller, Ran grabbed the half awake-half asleep Sophie and the two went to settle the toddlers. 

When they returned information just spewed from Ari, “Detective Benoit Blanc is in town investigating the death of Walt Thrombey.” 

All eyes turned to Ransom. “I didn’t do it!” Ransom threw his hands up as if to defend himself. “I hated that prick but he died of alcohol poisoning.”

“It wasn’t you,” Ari sighs plopping into the chair, squeezing the bridge of his nose. “It was Blair.” Silence follows for a few moments as they all process, the Ari noted that Lloyd doesn’t seem surprised by this news. He squints at his brother wondering if she already knew. “Walt was the dealer who supplied and ultimately killed Blair's father. But the debt her father owed just transferred onto Blair, when Walt came to collect, he took Blair under his wings, showed her the ropes and …” Ari sucked in a breath, his anger causing his body to shake.

“He molested her,” Ransom whispered. “He used to brag to my stepdad about forcing a teen into sex. The time line adds up, I never …. Really …”

Ari nodded his head at Ransom, thankful for him saying the words he couldn’t. “Blair eventually snapped. Walt did die of alcohol poisoning but it wasn’t accidental.” The brothers filed in the blanks not wanting to add to the turmoil of Ari’s situation. 

“I have a meeting scheduled Monday morning with my boss and Blanc.” Andy said, putting the final nail in the coffin.

“My grandfather,” Ransom concluded. “He has the means to afford Blanc and he was never convinced Walt would be stupid enough to drink himself to death. Everyone else, even his widow, believed it.” Ransom bit his bottom lip before smiling at Ari. “Blair is officially my favorite person.”

“Ransom this isn’t funny! Blair could go to prison.” Curtis snapped. 

“If Blanc is involved, I won’t be able to stack the case. I’ll have to put her away.” Andy confessed. 

“So we find out what he knows in Andy’s meeting. From there we either find a scapegoat or we make the evidence solid.” Steve stated firmly. 

“Blair is family,” Frank smiled reassuringly to Ari. “We protect our family.”

“We’ve been in tougher spots and came out on top.” Curtis reassures. 

Ari’s heart filled with affection at the brotherly compassion, they’d protect Blair just as fiercely as they’d protect one another. Ari finally relaxes and confesses to his brother his fears.

“I’m starting to feel like someone is trying to tear our families apart.”

“To be fair, most of our marital problems have been due to male ego and stupidity.” Frank smirked. “Thankfully we’ve chosen women who aren’t easily spurned.”

“I’m going to head out, rest up to prepare for Monday.” 

Andy says his goodbyes, the brothers trickling out until only Steve, Ari, Frank, and Lloyd remain. Ari stops Lloyd on his way out to confront him about his suspicion. 

“I knew,” Lloyd confirms. “Back when we were still unsure about her and I found out about her stealing from us-”

“What?!” Steve snaps, all these years and only Blair, Ari, and Lloyd had known about Blair’s thieving towards the family. But he is ignored.

“-I found out about her association with Thrombey and confronted her.”

“And you never told us!” Ari growled.

“I tortured her,” Lloyd said remorsefully. “I tortured her thinking she was working for them! When I got her confession I let her go, she told everyone she was jumped-a deal gone wrong and then you two started fucking.”

“Why keep it a secret?” Frank asked. 

“Because I nearly killed her and she fucking covered for me and soon enough she joined our family. We vowed to move past it and never talk about it again.”

“Any other secrets you’re hiding?” Steve growls, frustrated by the new information. 

“Your wife hates breastfeeding so she’d been pretending to pump but she’s actually been giving William formula.”

“Jesus!” Frank laughed. “Are you holding secrets for all our wives?”

“Lloyd smirked. “You know how Curtis claims to hate sour cream? Chloe hides it in as much food as she can. Let’s see what else …” Lloyd’s smirked grew. “Daphne has been secretly putting money into your wallet to pay you back for taking care of her after her divorce. Tori sold the lake house back to her brother but still uses it to threaten Ransom into behaving. Aria keeps it away from Andy but her designer frequently sees her naked during preps and costume changes. Who am I missing?” Lloyd pondered as his brothers stared at him baffled. “Deli secretly has Max enrolled into daycare for those days when she just needs a break and gives herself a spa day.”

“What the actual fuck?” Ari breathed.

“Oh! And my wife doesn’t think I know about her secret bank account but I’ve been putting $5.00 in quarterly to fuck with her. She hasn’t caught on.”

“At least they are harmless secrets, well apart from Blair.” Steve rubbed his neck.

“I’m more surprised they all confided in Lloyd.” Frank shook his head.

“Oh, only Blair and Chloe told me their secrets, all the others don’t even know that I know.” the brothers stared at Lloyd. “I’m very good at what I do.”

With that Lloyd departed Frank and Ari not long after. If Lloyd had told them sooner about Blair, maybe they could have got ahead of the situation but then again maybe not.

Monday night found the families regrouping for dinner, the kids being watched by Tori, Deli, and Daff while everyone else discussed what Andy learned. 

“Blanc isn’t in New York for this case, apparently he worked with Boston PD and determined without a doubt Walt drank himself to death.” Blair sagged in her seat, relief flooding her features. “Don’t celebrate yet. He’s in Newy looking into the disappearance of Alexander Pierce on behalf of NYPD who have discovered concrete evidence that he was the mastermind of the Rumlow Ring.”

“Well that’s an easy fix, Governor Fury owes us a favor. We cash it in and hand Pierce over.” Curtis said matter of factly.

“Pierce is a little bitch, he’ll try to take us down with him.” Lloyd stated.

“Not if I remove his tongue!” Jewels offered enthusiastically.

“No, Princess.” Lloyd sighed in disappointment but his barely concealed smile and the gentle rub on her back he gave, he was amused by his wife.

“I could help,” Chloe popped up. “I can say he abducted me again to clean up loose ends and Curtis-”

“Sugar, I love that you wanna help but you’re a terrible liar.”

“We’ll figure it out, for now let’s enjoy the evening.” Steve smiled, pulling Annie into his lap after she set the last tray of food out. She swatted his chest but her cheeks reddened at his advances. 

The massive family dug into their meal, the evening ending with a massive game of hide and seek that had become Mary’s favorite game. The stressors of their lives pushed away because the jovial nature of family distracted everyone. 

#ari levinson #mob ari levinson #steve rogers #frank adler #andy barber #lloyd hansen #curtis everett #ransom drysdale #james bucky buchanan barnes #sarah rogers #mob au #mob boss steve rogers #mob frank adler #mob andy barber #mob lloyd hansen #mob curtis everett #mob ransom drysdale #mob james bucky buchanan barnes

[vgckwb]

Danganronpa: Away Chapter 4: Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me (Part 7b)

NON-STOP DEBATE

BEGIN!

Pierce: Alright, let’s go over it from the top.

Duke: So, we know the killer took the gun from the weapons room.

Duke: And upon getting there, they shot Annabelle.

Tammy: But we’re not entirely sure how they got up there.

Andy: They faked using a grappling hook for some reason.

Andy: But we don’t know why that is.

Sophie: They also took the time to edit the recording Annabelle was doing to lure the rest of us up there.

May: Not only that, but in doing so gave themselves a hard time limit to cover up the murder.

Jay: Well, I know I’m fast.

Jay: But I think anyone can move fast when they’re worrying for their life.

CCOA:

Duke: So, we know the killer took the gun from the weapons room.

Truth Bullet: The Knife

Justin: You’ve got that wrong!

Justin: What if we had that wrong from the beginning?

Justin: What if Annabelle took the gun, and not the knife?

Cassy: Huh?!

Justin: While it’s true that Annabelle was shot, and it’s true we found a gun at the scene, we also found a knife.

Duke: So?

Justin: Why would Annabelle take the knife?

Tammy: You think she was going to kill someone?

Pierce: Whether or not that’s true is irrelevant for the time being.

Pierce: Although I’m certain it’ll come up later.

Jay: What if you were to grab the weapons for self defense?

Justin: Sure, but a gun might be more efficient.

Pierce: Alright. So far, so good…

Cassy: That doesn’t make much sense though.

Pierce: True, but nothing about this case seems to.

Pierce: If we reverse our thinking, maybe we’ll come to a solution.

Tammy: Yeah, but Annabelle got shot!

Tammy: There’s no way that she would give the gun to her killer!

Andy: Well, we don’t know what happened at the scene.

Andy: Perhaps the gun was wrestled away from her.

Jay: In a life or death situation like that?

Jay: I doubt it.

Sophie: But how else would you explain it?

May: We haven’t explained much really.

May: Besides, you called me out for jumping the gun earlier.

Duke: Well, here we are trying to discuss things, and yet you’re trying to stop something before it starts.

Duke: You also tried to throw the blame on someone else.

May: Are you suggesting that I’m the murderer?

Duke: The lady doth protest too much, me thinks.

Duke: Thanks Andy.

Andy: Um, no problem…

Monokuma: HOLD ON EVERYONE!

Monokuma: I guess it can’t be a trial without some form of debate.

Monokuma: So let’s get rolling!

Monokuma: A new addition to this old school’s courtroom: DEBATE ARENA!

Monokuma flipped over an ignition and put a key in. Suddenly, the places everyone was standing had guardrails pop up. Everyone was given two buttons to push; one for if you think the killer took the gun, and one for if you think Annabelle took the gun. Once all the buttons were pushed, everyone started to move. It ended up that everyone who said that he was on one side, and everyone who said he wasn’t was on the other. The portraits were divided among the two sides.

Side The Killer Took the Gun:

Maria’s Portrait

Roman’s Portrait

Buck’s Portrait

Elliot’s Portrait

Tammy

May

Jay

Cassy

Side Annabelle Took the Gun:

Troy’s Portrait

Rachel’s Portrait

Annabelle’s Portrait

Pierce

Sophie

Duke

Andy

Justin

May: There’s still too much about this case we don’t know.

Justin: DUKE!

Duke: We’re trying to figure out what we don’t know; starting with this discrepancy.

Tammy: Annabelle was the one who got shot. It makes no sense that she’d bring the gun initially!

Justin: ANDY!

Andy: We know there was a struggle at the scene. Perhaps the killer took the gun then.

Cassy: That doesn’t change the fact that it makes no sense for Annabelle to have a gun.

Justin: Pierce!

Pierce: Why would Annabelle have a knife then? Either weapon is a mystery at this point.

Jay: Everyone’s a little high strung at this point. Having a weapon on you might not be a bad idea.

Justin: SOPHIE!

Sophie: We know the weapon was taken today. They couldn’t have had either beforehand.

May: Why would the killer take the knife if they knew that Annabelle had the gun?

Justin: ANDY!

Andy: We know whoever took the gun made it look pristine. Perhaps the killer didn’t notice.

Jay: If the killer took the knife, why was Annabelle shot?

Justin: PIERCE!

Pierce: As was stated before, there was a struggle. Annabelle could have deflected the knife before she was shot.

Tammy: The killer had to use the recording of the gunshots to lure us!

Justin: DUKE!

Duke: Remember! Annabelle was recording, not the killer.

Cassy: Face it! It doesn’t make sense that Annbelle took the gun!

Justin: I GOT THIS!

Justin: The truth is Annabelle HAD to take the gun for anything to make sense!

FULL COUNTER

Pierce, Sophie, Duke, Andy, and Justin: THIS IS OUR ANSWER!

Justin: It makes sense that Annabelle took the gun.

Justin: Any questions?

Tammy: I have one.

Tammy: What does that tell us?

Justin: Hm?

Tammy: I mean, in the grand scheme of the case, what does it mean?

Pierce: That’s a good question from someone on the losing side.

Tammy: Quiet! Or I’ll clean your clock!

Pierce: Oooo. Scary.

Justin: To answer your question, it changes the dynamics of the crime scene.

Justin: If the killer came in with the gun, they would have just shot Annabelle.

Justin: But the fact that there was a struggle disproves that.

Cassy: But then wouldn’t the inverse be true?

Cassy: If someone were to come in, Annabelle would just shoot them.

Justin: Perhaps that did happen.

Justin: But she missed, and that would account for the missing bullet.

May: But we didn’t find the missing bullet.

May: Hence “missing”.

Andy: I’m sure if we find it, it’ll answer a few questions.

Duke: But we can’t go out and look for it now!

Sophie: Well, if it missed, maybe the killer took it.

Jay: But how would they hide it?

Cassy: !!

Cassy: Perhaps that’s the secret of the second purchase.

Cassy: To hide the bullet retrieval.

Pierce: That makes sense.

Justin: Alright, so let’s take what we know now, and string it together to figure out something.

NON-STOP DEBATE

BEGIN!

Andy: When the killer entered the recording booth, Annbelle shot and missed the killer.

Tammy: The killer then wrestled the gun from her and shot her.

Sophie: They then noticed the recording, and decided to alter it to give them an hour to clean up.

Jay: They then found the bullet and took it with them.

Duke: And then bought something to cover their tracks, as well as a grappling hook to confuse us.

May: But then they would have the bullet, and then we’re back to not knowing anything.

CCOA

May: But then they would have the bullet, and then we’re back to not knowing anything.

Truth Bullet: Small Metal Object.

Justin: You’ve got that wrong!

Justin: Hm hm hm.

Justin: It’s all coming together now.

Cassy: What do you mean?

Justin: Remember this?

Cassy: That metal thing we found in the washing machine?

Cassy: What about it?

Justin: I believe that THIS is the “missing” fourth bullet.

!!!

Justin: Meaning that the killer then used the washing machine.

Duke: OK let me get this straight.

Duke: The killer had time to wash the blood off of them, set up the grappling hook, find and cover up the bullet, and not get seen.

Duke: I don’t even think at Jay’s speed that makes sense.

Jay: Normally, I’d say “don’t sell me short”, but for once I’m glad not to be the fastest thing alive.

Pierce: But the killer would have had the bullet on them, and by extension have used the washing machine.

Pierce: Otherwise that piece of metal makes no sense.

Cassy: Didn’t you say nothing about this case makes sense?

Pierce: True, but our job is to make things make sense, not complicate things further.

Sophie: But where does that leave us?

Justin: It leaves us with an interesting idea.

Justin: Why not reverse a few of our other assumptions?

Justin: We managed to identify a mysterious piece of evidence, AND prove that the killer used the washing machine just by theorizing that Annabelle had the gun to begin with.

Justin: So let’s see what else doesn’t make sense, and see if we can flip it.

NON-STOP DEBATE

BEGIN!

Pierce: Alright. What else doesn’t make sense about this case?

Jay: Well, the knife not being used is a bit confusing.

May: The recording is a little suspicious too.

May: Not to mention finding no trace of the fourth bullet up until now.

Tammy: I think the most suspicious thing is the grappling hook!

Duke: I agree.

Duke: It showed no signs of being used, even to crawl down.

Andy: Yeah, it seems weird that it would just hang through the open window and mean nothing.

Sophie: There’s…a lot that doesn’t make sense about this case, huh.

Cassy: You’re telling me.

CCOA:

Andy: Yeah, it seems weird that it would just hang through the open window and mean nothing.

Truth Bullet: Window

Justin: I agree!

Justin: It IS weird that the grappling hook would be there.

Justin: If the killer had used it, they may have wanted to take it with them afterward.

Justin: But that’s not the case.

Pierce: Do you have something else in mind?

Justin: Of course!

Justin: The fact that it’s there is meant to hide another question.

Justin: Namely “Why is the window open in the first place?”

Sophie: Huh?!

Justin: If the window was closed, we could have safely ruled out its use.

Justin: But the fact that it’s open tells us it was used somehow.

Duke: But they didn’t use the grappling hook.

Justin: Correct.

Justin: And if they didn’t, then they would have had to either climb up on their own, or go down on their own.

Tammy: But how?

Tammy: That doesn’t seem possible!

Pierce: We didn’t find anything else that could be helpful in either of those ventures either.

Justin: Exactly.

Justin: All of that combined not only undoes a lot of our confusion, but also tells us who the killer is for certain!

!!!

PICK SOMEONE

Question: Who killed Annabelle Winchell?

Answer: Jay Lafayette

Justin: It could only have been you!

Justin: I believe Jay is the one who killed Annabelle!

!!!

Jay: !!

Jay: interesting.

Jay: But how does the open window explain that?

Justin: Well, let’s go over it.

Justin: The wall to get up here doesn’t seem very climbable.

Jay: Right. Even I couldn’t run up a 90 degree wall.

Jay: Believe me, I tried.

Justin: So that leaves only one possibility.

Justin: You used the window to get out.

Jay: How so?

Justin: Easy.

Justin: You jumped.

Tammy: Wait wait wait!

Tammy: I don’t think you COULD jump from that height without damaging yourself.

Justin: Normally, you’d be correct,

Justin: But remember: Jay has a unique physiology to him.

Justin: We’ve seen it a few times before.

Justin: It wouldn’t be hard to assume that he could take a fall from three stories up like a champion.

Jay: You’re probably right.

Cassy: Does that mean you’re confessing?

Jay: Of course not!

Cassy: *sighs

Cassy: Why can’t you make this easy for us?

Jay: You think this is meant to be easy?

Jay: You’re forgetting that we’re fighting for our lives.

Jay: If I was the killer, I’d try to escape this by simply proving your assumption wrong to save my life.

Jay: And since I’m not the killer, I’m steering you back in the right direction to save my life.

Jay: As per the rules of the trial.

Monokuma: I’m glad someone’s paying attention.

Jay: Fuck you, you piece of shit!

Monokuma: *gulps

Jay: And that’s another thing.

Jay: You think this bear and his puppet master would just give in?

Jay: Of course not!

Jay: We have to give it our all to stop him!

Jay: So if our goal is to defeat The Ultimate Killer, then you need to put everything into proving who the killer is!

Jay: Which is not me, by the way.

Pierce: Spoken like an innocent person.

Jay: You really think I’m guilty?

Jay: Well then, prove it.

Justin: (This energy seems similar to Elliot, but different.)

Justin: (They’re both taunting, but I suspect that Jay actually wants to get caught.)

Justin: (But he’s going to make us work for it. So let’s meet his expectations!)

Justin: Very well.

Justin: Tell us why you’re not the killer.

Jay: Gladly.

NON-STOP DEBATE

BEGIN!

Jay: Alright, where to begin?

Cassy: Why not just confess?

Jay: Sorry, but no.

Jay: How about this?

Jay: I probably could survive a jump down to the ground from the third floor.

Jay: But how do you prove that the killer was outside in the first place?

Andy: What?!

Jay: You heard me.

Cassy: …

CCOA:

Jay: But how do you prove that the killer was outside in the first place?

Truth Bullet: Grappling Hook

Justin: You’ve got that wrong!

Justin: The killer obviously placed the grappling hook there.

Jay: Is it obvious?

Justin: !!

Jay: Maybe that grappling hook is unrelated.

Jay: Maybe someone else was setting it up when the gunshots played over the speakers.

Justin: Are you saying you did that?

Jay: Maybe I did, and maybe I didn’t.

Jay: I go out there a lot to run, you know.

Cassy: That’s preposterous!

Pierce: Actually, that’s plausible.

Pierce: As much as I hate to admit it.

Jay: So, you still think the killer went in that direction?

Justin: Of course I do.

Justin: And when I prove it, you’ll be backed into a corner.

Jay: Oooo.

Jay: I’d like to see you try.

NON-STOP DEBATE

BEGIN!

Jay: As I said, the grappling hook could be coincidental in all of this.

Sophie: Why didn’t you mention that before?

Jay: I couldn’t be certain either way.

Jay: So just saying that would confuse people.

Duke: Hold on.

Duke: You’ve been doing a lot of confusing through this entire trial!

Jay: You say “confusing”, I say “considering all options.”

Jay: Besides, you still can’t prove the killer went outside at all.

Cassy: You…

Jay: Don’t be upset.

Jay: After all, I’m not the killer!

CCOA:

Jay: Besides, you still can’t prove the killer went outside at all.

Truth Bullet: Beaten Up Fourth Bullet

Justin: You’ve got that wrong!

Justin: Remember this?

Cassy: !!

May: That’s the fourth bullet, right?

Tammy: Hold on.

Tammy: I bet Jay’s going to say “that can be ANYTHING!”

Jay: You know, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.

Jay: But no.

Jay: We searched all around this school, and there’s no other place the bullet could be hiding.

Pierce: I can confirm that it is as well.

Pierce: As a Weapons Expert, it matches the other bullets.

Pierce: I just had a hard time identifying it because, well, you know…

Cassy: Pierce…

Justin: You remember where we found this?

Cassy: Of course.

Cassy: It was in…

Cassy: !!

Cassy: IT WAS IN THE WASHING MACHINE OUTSIDE!

Justin: Well, there you go.

Justin: The killer took the bullet with them outside, and it was left in the washing machine after the blood came off.

Justin: And since you could have gotten there no problem, that only leaves you!

Justin: Hm.

Justin: And just like you said Jay, you spend a lot of time outside.

Justin: AND you’d want to fight for your life!

Justin: If you noticed someone you would have said so right away.

Justin: So it MUST be you!

Jay: I’m one step ahead!

Justin: What?!

Jay: Heh heh heh.

Jay: You think that’s it then?

Jay: That that puts a big ribbon on everything?

Jay: FAT CHANCE!

Justin: What do you mean?

Jay: Let’s go over your logic.

Jay: I kill Annabelle, jump out the window, wash my clothes, and then get the grappling hook and whatever I used to retrieve the bullet from when Annabelle missed me.

Justin: !!

Jay: I see you’ve figured it out.

Jay: How could the bullet end up there if I got the necessary item to get it afterwards?

Justin: I know there’s a way.

Jay: Prove it then.

REBUTTAL SHOWDOWN

BEGIN!

Jay: Your logic is flawed on the outset.

Jay: I had the bullet when I went outside.

Jay: But I retrieved and covered up the bullet hole after I went outside.

Jay: That just contradicts your own theory!

Justin: Well, we’ve been wrong this trial so far.

Justin: So I just need to find out what’s wrong here.

Jay: I’ll tell you: Everything!

Jay: Face it: There’s no object the bullet could hit that wouldn’t leave a mark.

Jay: And to clean that up in less than an HOUR?!

Jay: On TOP of everything else?!

Jay: I think it’s back to the drawing board!

CCOA:

Jay: Face it: There’s no object the bullet could hit that wouldn’t leave a mark.

Truth Blade: Jay’s Physiology

Justin: I’ll cut through your lies!

Justin: I think you’re right.

Jay: Huh?!

Justin: There’s no object that wouldn’t leave a mark.

Jay: …?

Justin: But that does mean the object isn’t easy to clean up.

Justin: Or at least hide in some way.

Cassy: What do you mean?

Justin: The current working theory hinges on Jay’s super-human resilience.

Justin: I think we need to extrapolate that more.

Cassy: Are you suggesting that Annabelle actually HIT him?!

Pierce: And he’s still standing.

Justin: Precisely.

Justin You didn’t need to go anywhere to clean up the mark.

Justin: Because the mark was with you the entire time!

Duke: So, how did he cover it?

May: Probably some kind of skin cream.

Sophie: That’s what I was thinking too.

Jay: …

Jay: Hm.

Jay: I have to admit, that’s plausible.

Tammy: Give it up!

Tammy: We’re so close!

Tammy: We  practically have you dead to rights!

Jay: Close only counts in horseshoes and handgrenades.

Monokuma: Two of my favorite murder weapons.

Duke: Really?

Tammy: But everything Justin said!

Jay: There’s still two more things that I need answers to.

Duke: Oh COME ON!

Sophie: Hold on.

Sophie: I think it’s only fair.

May: What?!

Sophie: Well…

Justin: It’s OK.

Justin: I get it.

Justin: Let’s tackle your questions one at a time.

Jay: With pleasure.

NON-STOP DEBATE

BEGIN!

Sophie: So what’s your first question?

Jay: I guess that’s a fair place to start.

Jay: Put simply: If I took the knife, how did I shoot her?

Sophie: That is a good question.

Jay: I know.

Sophie: If she was killed when she was shot, then it’s hard to say when you got the gun.

Andy: Why are you arguing for him?!

Sophie: It’s only fair!

Sophie: If we get this wrong, then everyone else would have died for nothing!

Andy: Oh…

Andy: Sorry.

CCOA:

Sophie: If she was killed when she was shot, then it’s hard to say when you got the gun.

Truth Bullet: Monokuma File #4

Justin: You’ve got that wrong!

Justin: I have to say Sophie, your luck’s come in quite clutch.

Sophie: R-Really?

Justin: Of course.

Justin: You said “if she was killed when she was shot…”

Justin: But let’s look at the Monokuma File.

Justin: The file never specifies a cause of death.

Justin: We just assumed it was the gun from the jump.

Pierce: So you’re saying we jumped the gun?

Cassy: Pierce, shut up.

Justin: As you can note, there was a bruise on the sternum, and a wound on the back of her head.

Justin: The wound is a result of when she hit the table.

Justin: And working backwards from there, we can assume that she hit the table when she was hit in the sternum.

Andy: So, you’re saying that she was killed when she hit the table?

Justin: Yes.

May: But hit how?

Cassy: The wound didn’t look like it came from a human fist.

Justin: You mentioned that.

Justin: And for that, I have two answers, although both point back to Jay.

Jay: ??

Justin: Either Jay used his fist, and because of his strength it left a bigger impact.

Justin: Or Jay just used the blunt end of the knife to strike.

Cassy: I see.

Jay: Well done.

Jay: Well done indeed.

Jay: But there’s still one big question that needs answering.

Cassy: Well tell us.

Pierce: We’re all ears.

Jay: No.

!!!

Jay: I want to do this mano e mano!

Jay: Me versus Justin.

Jay: No one interfering!

Cassy: (sighs)

Pierce: You think you got this?

Justin: Who do you think I am?

Justin: Alright, let’s do this!

Justin: Mano e mano!

PERSONA PUMMELING

Jay Lafayette-Persona Forming:

Jay gets demon horns wearing big athletic shoes, leaving behind a trail of smoke, fire, and lightning.

Justin Arbil-Persona Forming:

Justin’s armband forms into a trench coat that is white on the left side and black on the right side, combs his messy hair back in one motion, reaches into his trench coat and pulls out two guns, his left hand holding a black one, his right hand holding a white one.

Jay starts trying to psyche Justin out about how he can’t win on his own, and that he won’t have a chance at defeating Monobear and The Ultimate Killer if he can’t even beat him. His words begin to attack, but Justin shoots them back, and they return to slow Jay down. First, the fire goes away. Then the smoke, then the lightning, then the horns.

Jay: If the killer only used the washing machine, why are my clothes dry?

Bits of Truth Bullet: Like Wind The Ran

Correct Formation: Ran like the wind!

Justin: You’ve got that wrong!

Jay’s shoes are destroyed, and he’s left sitting still.

Justin: Now, do you have any more questions?

Justin: Or are we through? …

Jay: …

Jay: Hm hm hm.

Jay: Well done.

Jay: I do have a question though.

Justin: ??

Jay: Wanna put it all together for us?

Justin: Certainly.

CLOSING ARGUMENT

BEGIN!

Act 1: For reasons unknown, Annabelle grabbed a gun from the weapons room before heading to the recording booth. By coincidence, the killer went in there as well, grabbed a knife, and also went that way.

Act 2: Upon arrival, Annbelle shot the killer, but because the killer is so resilient, it didn’t do much damage to them. Afterwhich, there was a bit of a struggle, wherein the killer used either their fist or the butt of the knife to strike Annabelle, which bumped her into the table, killing her.

Act 3: The killer realized that Annabelle had been recording. So the killer shot her three times, and then cleared the remaining audio before hooking it up to the speaker system to draw the rest of us in an hour.

Act 4: The killer, now having blood on them, knew they’d get noticed. They decided to take a bit of a risk and jump out of the window and outside the building.

Act 5: The killer washed their clothes, but the bullet that hit them was lost in the machine. The killer didn’t notice this, and decided to dry their clothes by running.

Act 6: The killer then went to Monokuma’s shop to buy a grappling hook and some skin cream to cover their trail. They applied the cream first, since that was more of a dead giveaway.

Act 7: They then went to set up the grappling hook, but by that time, the bullets came through on the speakers, so they couldn’t lollygag, as that would seem suspicious on its own.

Act 8: They met with the rest of us, as we found Annabelle’s body, pretended to be shocked, and guarded the body while we investigated.

Justin: Is that proof enough for you? Jay Lafayette, the Ultimate Track Member!

Jay: Hm hm hm hm.

Jay: It is.

Jay: And now that that’s all said and done, let’s get this over with.

Monokuma: Well, it looks like it’s time for a vote.

Monokuma: Remember, if you guess right, only the killer is punished.

Monokuma: But if you guess wrong, then then everyone besides the killer is punished.

Monokuma: So, who do you think did it?

VOTE

Question: Who killed Annabelle Winchell?

Answer: Jay Lafayette

Monokuma: Alright, let’s check the results.

Results: 9 votes for Jay Lafayette.

Monokuma: The votes are in! Let’s see if you got it right.

A giant slot machine came rolling down and began spinning. Each slot had an image of one of us on it. Finally, it landed on three pictures of Jay. It declared us the winner and spat out Monocoins and flowers.

TRAIL COMPLETE!

“You know, three in a row is impressive, “Monokuma said, “but if you’re going to win EVERY time, it gets a little boring. So spice it up.”

“It’s either we keep winning, or everyone but one of us dies!” Andy pointed out.

“I know what I said,” Monokuma replied.

“So, what happened?” Duke asked. “Why DID you kill Annabelle?”

“Oh yeah,” Pierce remembered. “That didn’t quite come up.”

“Was it the motive?” Sophie asked.

“Do you really think Annabelle and Jay would have the same person?!” Tammy chastised.

“Actually, we do,” Jay said. He showed his monopod with a picture of me on it. I was slightly embarrassed.

Tammy was surprised. “Oh…”

“But that’s not the reason,” Jay said.

“Well then, what is it?!” May demanded.

Jay sighed. “I guess it’s only fair. I had noticed Annabelle going into the weapons room. I went in there and grabbed a knife to give chase.”

“Why not go without one?” Cassy wondered.

“I didn’t want to be completely defenseless,” Jay replied. “And like you said, when I entered, she was recording, and then shot me.” He wiped some cream off his arm to show the bullet wound. “But because of who I am, I didn’t get hurt too much.”

“What happened then?” I asked.

“Well…” Jay continued.

In the recording room before the murder. “Wha- WHAT?!” Annabelle said.

“Ugh,” Jay said. “That stung.”

“What are you doing here?!” Annabelle demanded.

“I noticed you grabbing a weapon,” Jay answered. “I wanted to stop something before it started.”

Annabelle frowned. “Don’t worry. I’m not killing anyone else. Just myself.”

“WHAT?!” Andy said.

“Yeah, I was just as shocked,” present Jay said.

“What do you mean?” Jay asked Annabelle.

“I just can't hack it!” Annabelle said.

“I know this situation is dire, but…” Jay replied.

Annabelle sighed. “It's not just that. It’s this motive.” She showed Jay her Monopad. “Truth is, I like Justin. But I know he’s out of my reach. He’s interested in someone else. And that compounded on everything else, I just…”

Jay’s face grew stern. “Let me show you something.” Jay took out his Monopad and also revealed that he would invite Justin. “I like Justin too.” Annabelle was a little surprised. Jay sighed. “The truth is, I’m gay.”

“Why didn’t you say so before?” Annabelle asked.

“It’s a bit of a sore spot for me,” Jay said. “I was bullied relentlessly in school for it.”

“Was it that bad?” Annabelle said.

“How do you think I got a body that can stop bullets?” Responded. Annabelle was shook. “I was beaten until I could stand. But I was determined to stand again. So I did. And I kept standing until I could no longer be knocked down. Was it easy? No. But I knew that I’d be able to escape someday. And THAT kept me going. We’ll escape this too. Not just this school-like torture chamber, but also the heartbreak of losing Justin. We just have to pick ourselves up and try again.”

Annabelle smiled. “Thanks.”

Jay smiled back. “Glad I could help.”

“You know,” Annabelle said, “I was recording a suicide note when you came in here. It would have been a murder-sucide note had it not been for your monster strength.”

Jay went pale. “...’Monster’?”

“Uh, Jay?” Annabelle said.

Jay’s memories flowed in like a floodgate. All the kids calling him a “monster” for being gay and fighting back against their abuse. He spiraled into a blind rage“I AM NOT A MONSTER! I AM A HUMAN!”

Back in the present, Jay hung his head in shame. “The next thing I knew, Annabelle was dead. I had to act fast.”

“Why did you want to get away with it?” Sophie asked.

“I don’t think he did,” I said. “He kept talking in the trial about how we need to give it our all to beat The Ultimate Killer. I think he just wanted to prepare us.”

“Heh heh, you got me,” Jay said. “You all are up against a dangerous foe. There’s no room for weakness. So I needed to see if your weakness was stronger than mine. And by Jove, you did it!”

“I see…” Cassy said.

“So, what now?” Pierce said.

“Well, you guys have to continue the fight,” Jay said. “As for me, well, you know what’s about to happen. Fourth verse, same as the first. But a little bit louder, and a whole lot worse.”

“Indeed!” Monokuma said. “I can’t wait!”

“Wait!” I said. “Um, well, uh, do you want a kiss Jay? Like Rachel did for Sophie?”

Jay was stunned. He then smirked and said. “Nah. I appreciate the gesture, but I know it’s not sincere. Thanks anyway. Now, where were we?”

“Right!” Monokuma said. “For you, Jay Lafayette, the Ultimate Tack Member, IT’S PUNISHMENT TIME!”Monokuma took out his gavel and hit a buzzer that appeared in front of him.

A screen came up and it read “Game Over. Jay Lafayette has been found Guilty. Time for the PUNISHMENT!” A pixel Monokuma came after a pixel Jay. Jay stood still, and got carried off. Jay was standing on a treadmill suspended above a pit of spikes. Monokuma came down on a bungeecord and started the treadmill.

A title card popped up. It read “Jay Lafayette’s Execution: The Pit and The Peloton. Jay started running on the treadmill, while Monokuma bungeed away.

Monokuma reappeared in his chair to watch. Jay kept going. Monokuma took out a remote and upped the speed. Jay kept going. Monokuma pushed another button, and hurdles started appearing on the treadmill. Jay kept jumping them and keeping up the pace. He was exhausted, but he kept going.

After a bit, Monokuma pressed another button. Instead of a hurdle, a brick wall appeared, knocking Jay back into the wall, leaving a huge impact. Cassy took a picture. The treadmill raced to crush Jay in some more, but before it reached Jay, he picked himself up and dodged the treadmill and landed on it.

Monokuma was stunned. “HEY!” Monokuma said. “You should have been crushed by that treadmill! Quit ruining my execution!”

“Heh,” Jay laughed, coughing up blood. “I don’t know what was in that wall, but crashing into it cleared my head a little. I have to say, you’re good. This thing could kill me.”

“Of course!” Monokuma responded, indignantly. “That’s the whole point.

“But right now,” Jay said, “I’m not in a mood to just let that happen. I bet you have more treadmills to crush me with, so let’s make this interesting.” He pointed to the spikes. “If I can make it to the spikes before you hit me again, then I win. If you crush me, you win.”

Monokuma huffed. “As if I’d LET YOU!” He started pressing buttons.

“I’m not the Ultimate Track Member for nothing,” Jay said, as he prepared to sprint down the wall headfirst into spikes.

The Title Card appeared again, but a little sign that said “Part Two” on it appeared alongside it. Jay started running, while Monokuma threw treadmill after treadmill after him. Monokuma kept missing though. Sure enough, Jay was able to reach the spikes and impale himself before Monokuma could finish the job. Despite Jay dying before our eyes, in the end he won his little challenge. Monokuma threw the remote in a fit.

It took us a bit to take in what just happened. I took the reins and said “Well, if that was weakness, then let’s show Monokuma our strength. We know what we’re doing, right?”

“Right…” Everyone murmured. I could hardly blame them. They were still in shock over everything. Despite Jay going on about strength, I think we all needed some time to recuperate after today’s trial.

“Let’s…go to our rooms,” Cassy instructed. We all nodded. We headed over to the elevator one less than when we came here, and rode up in silence before heading to our rooms.

Later that night, Monokuma was pacing in his secret command room. “That Jay! Couldn’t just die like the others! And now it seems everyone is STRONGER!”

“Fret not,” the Ultimate Killer’s voice came in. “I just found the thread to tear them apart.”

“Really?” Monokuma asked.

“Of course,” the Ultimate Killer said. “You thought you could fool me, but I know your secret now, Pierce Legna!”

Chapter 4: Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me: END

Student Remaining: 8

#danganronpa fanfiction #danganronpa fanfic #danganronpa #danganronpa away #justin #Cassy #pierce #andy #tammy #May #sophie #duke #jay #maria #roman #Troy #Rachel #Buck #elliot #annabelle #monokuma #monobird

[gratitudegainsclub]

Friday Jan 20 2023

- grateful to still be feeling the confidence and high that these first two weeks back at school have been!! Trying to really relish in the state of strong mental health

- grateful for my body, the muscle I build, the vigor I put it through and it responds well even when I haven’t done a certain activity for a while. (LK treadmill on incline 12 for first time + leg press)

- grateful for study Lofi music doing a great job calming me down and creating an environment that is conducive to me focusing and studying!

- grateful to be friends with Mel and the close connection we have, I see her say hi to so many people on campus but we are the ones she sits with and actually looks forward to talking to and being herself around! :-)

- grateful for how far I’ve come in PA school, hearing about how hard it is to figure out PCM studying I’m just grateful for all I’ve already overcome. School is no joke! Demanding, dynamic, and very draining. But I’ve made it!

- grateful for minor check ins with Liz where we can openly express where we are and support each other with our full hearts. Grateful for finding open study rooms in LK, they feel safe and protected

- grateful for getting more comfortable with Andy’s friends and adapting to new social dynamics! Clayton and Kristine are such good people and Chinese new year dinner at their house was so much fun. Met Sophie and DeeDee and was really grateful how kind they were to me integrating into their conversations even though I had never hung with them before! And grateful for playing smash with the guys too and having some skills that make me the most mild gamer girl 😎

- grateful for alcohol in social situations and that I don’t have a neuro disorder that increases my chances to be addicted to substances. Thank goodness I can’t imagine how hard it is, now that I’m more exposed to people who struggle with it

- grateful for people appreciating my authentic self!!! I’m just trying to be honest and open with myself into the world and hope for the best, Kristine’s card was really touching to remind me that just by being myself I’m putting out good into the world :’)

- grateful for getting to play with POCUS and for getting more comfortable and exposed to this skill. It’s fun to scan our bodies and play around and actually practice building a sense of knowing what we’re looking at. So cool to evolve the medical brain

[esmericks]

REQUESTS AND WRITINGS

Hey! Welcome to my blog, I just wanted to post a list of all the celebrity characters I write for. I just wanted to inform you all that I will most definitely be taking in requests for any character played by a celeb on this list, as well as any type of prompt (fluff, angst, smut...). I also wanted to add that sadly I will only be writing for female readers as I am one myself and wouldn't want to misinterpret any feelings or situations that a male or non- binary person would feel. 

(Just to be clear this a list of actors but I will only be writing for any character played by said celebs, not the actual person as I find that kind of wierd. xx)

PS: Some names will be in all caps and that means that I am currently in a period where I am really motivated or interested to write for this particular person, these will change over time. 

A

Adam Driver 

ALAN RICKMAN

Alicia Vikander 

Amandla Stemberg 

Ana De Armas

ANDREW GARFIELD

Andy Samberg 

Angelina Jolie 

ANGUS CLOUD

Annabelle Wallis 

Anne Hathaway 

Anya Taylor-Joy 

B

Benedict Cumberbatch

Bradley Cooper 

Brie Larson

C

Camille Cottin 

Cara Delevigne 

CATE BLANCHETT

Cher

Chris Evans 

Chris Hemsworth 

Chris O’Dowd 

Ciaran Hinds 

Cillian Murphy 

Cobie Smulders

Colin Farell 

D

Dakota Johnson 

Daniel Craig 

David Harbour

David Tennant 

David Thewlis 

Dylan O’Brian 

E

Eddie Redmayne 

Elle Fanning

Elizabeth Debiki 

Elizabeth Olsen

Emilia Clarke 

Emily Blunt 

Emma Mackey 

Emma Roberts

Emma Stone 

Emma Watson 

Emmy Rossum

Esther Acebo 

Eva Green 

Evan Peters 

Ewan McGregor 

Ezra Millers

F

Finn Wolfhard 

Florence Pugh 

G

Gal Gadot 

Gillian Anderson 

Gwendoline Christie 

H

Harry Styles 

Henry Golding 

I 

Ian Glen 

Idris Elba 

Itziar Ituno 

J

James McAvoy 

Jason Momoa

Javier Bardem  

Jemima Kirke 

Jennifer Connelly 

Jennifer Lawrence 

Jessica Chastain 

Jessica Lange

Jimmy Smits 

John Krasinski 

Johnny Depp

Jude Law 

K

Kate Winslet 

Kaya Scodelario

Keanu Reeves 

Kiera Knightley 

Kit Harrington 

Kristen Stewart 

L

Lady Gaga 

Lea Seydoux 

Lena Headey 

Liam Neeson 

Lily Rabe 

Lily - Rose Depp 

Liza Weil 

Louis Garrel

Luke Evans 

M

Mads Mikkelson 

Maisie Williams 

Marion Cotillard 

Margot Robbie 

Mark Ruffalo 

Mathew McConaughey 

Maude Apatow 

Megan Fox 

Meryl Streep 

Micheal Fassbender 

Mikael Persbrandt 

Mila Kunis 

Millie Bobby Brown 

N

Natalia Tena 

Natalie Portman 

P

Paul Bettany

PEDRO PASCAL 

Penelope Cruz 

Pheobe Dyevnor

Pheobe Waller Bridge 

R

Rachel McAdams 

Rachel Weiz 

Ralph Fiennes 

Rebecca Ferguson 

Richard Madden 

Rihanna 

Robert Downey Jr

Rooney Mara 

Rory McCann 

Rose Byrne 

S 

Sacha Baron Cohen

Sadie Sink 

Sam Claflin 

Sandra Bullock 

Saoirse Ronan 

SARAH PAULSON

Scarlett Johansson 

Sebastian Stan 

Sophie Turner 

Stephanie Beatriz 

Sterling K Brown 

Sydney Sweeney 

T

Taissa Farmiga 

Timothee Chalamet 

Thomas Brodie - Sangster 

Thomasin McKenzie 

Tom Felton 

Tom Hanks 

Tom Hardy 

Tom Hiddleston 

Ty Burrell 

U

Ursula Corbero 

V 

Vanessa Kirby 

VERA FARMIGA

Victoria Pedretti 

W

Willow Smith 

Winona Ryder

Z

Zendaya

Zoe Kravitz 

Zoe Saldana

If there is an actor/ character that is not on this list that you would like to request please do, and I will see if I will write for them xx

- Lots of love 

#x reader #reader #request #adam driver x reader #alan rickman x reader #andrew garfield x reader #angelina jolie x reader #anne hathaway x reader #anya taylor joy x reader #benedict cumberbatch x reader #cate blanchett x reader #chris hemsworth x reader #cillian murphy x reader #dakota johnson x reader #david thewlis x reader #vera farmiga x reader #Keanu reeves x reader #javier bardem x reader #eva green x reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #gwendoline christie x reader #jennifer lawrence x reader #scarlett johansson x reader #tom hiddleston x reader #pedro pascal x reader #zendaya x reader #winona ryder x reader #angus cloud x reader #severus snape x reader

[geminixevans-stan]

His Business

Pairing: Andy Barber x Nanny!Black Reader

Words: 3,287

Summary: Andy confronts reader about her situation with Steve

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Explicit content, cursing, spanking, use of restraint, spanking, oral f, aftercare, some fluff

A/N: This is the second installment of the Nanny AU, I’m loving the love from everyone and I am so looking forward to how everyone will love this addition. If you have any requests like me. Like, reblog, and comment if you want. I hope everyone likes it!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Previous/Next

To the average person, spending time with a bunch of overactive children would have sent anyone to pop an aspirin at the first hour. But not you, the enjoyment of both of these little humans was something that you always enjoyed. The playroom was laden with bowl after bowl of potential slime that you were helping Jake and Sophia conjure up.

“Sophie! Just because it has glitter in it does not mean you can eat it,” you took the glue bottle from her hands and replaced it with a mixing spoon. She huffed in defeat as you squeezed the bottle and added the next ingredients.

“But it’s so prettifuls! Don’t pretty things deserve to be eaten?” She was surely going to be the entire death of you yet, she made your entire heart smile. You heard a snicker coming over from jake as she had already finished a bowl. Sophie put her hands to her hips, looking over at her brother in annoyance, “what’s so funny Jakie?”

He kept kneading his slime as it began to form, “You can’t eat everything that’s pretty, dork!” Sophie grabbed a popsicle stick, throwing it square at his head, “Hey! What ya do that for?! I’m telling dad,” Of course she didn’t care because her next action was her blowing a very wet and spit-filled raspberry.

You knew you had to break up this exchange before it got too heated. While Jake had his mother’s calm nature, Sophie took in all of Andy’s fire and it was so cute to see. But the little miss could also resort to violence in a second, “Hey little lady, we do not throw things at people.”

She huffed again, crossing her arms with her signature pout, “But he called me a dork! So, he gets a stick to the head,” you couldn’t help but smile as you shook your head at her logic.

You got in between the both of them because these two could go all day, “That still doesn’t mean you get to throw sticks at your brother, miss feisty,” you turned to look at Jake, “and you mister, you don’t get to call your sister a dork just because she wants to eat pretty things.” Bringing them both on both sides of your lap, “Now apologize or no dino nuggies,” which was a lie cause you could never deny them dino nuggies.

They both huffed before giving their apologies and afterward you all finished the slime making. Clean up was seamless and you let them have some screen time as you made their lunch as you watched over them constantly. You received a notification from your phone, picking it up from the counter. Steve always kept up with you during the day so it wasn’t new that he would be messaging you.

Hi gorgeous :) surviving the little tykes?

Barely :P How’s it going over there?

I can’t get enough of these kids honestly, Tony Jr. is like his dad in every way. Morgan keeps finding new things to play with. I’m never not entertained.

Lol well, I’m up to my neck in dino nuggies right now and Sophie thinks pretty things should be eaten.

Well, she’s not wrong ya know.

She tried to eat glue!

Okay, that part she’s wrong in. But you’re the prettiest dame I ever saw and I eat you >:)

Oh yeah? And how do I taste, Mr. Rogers?

Like heaven doll… We could come visit and I can show you how good you taste?

Dirty boy! We can’t do that with the kids around.

Can’t knock a man for trying. But the kids do want to come over. They haven’t seen their friends in a while. Think that would be okay?

I don’t see a problem with it and Mr. Barber has already said you all are more than welcome to visit. Plus it gives me time to ogle at you while the kids play.

That’s all the motivation I need. See you in a bit.

Although work went easily today for Andy, he was still on edge from seeing you and steve the other day. He wouldn’t deny that he was angry from the surprising PDA and he thought that you would tell him if you were talking to him. For the life of him, he didn’t even see what you saw in Steve.

Now that part he was lying to himself about that and he knew it. Even if he shamelessly stroked himself to an orgasm at the thought of you being used by Steve, he still didn’t care for him touch you let alone openly kissing you on the cheek.

He was met with screams and laughter from more than two kids when he opened the door to his home. Having the Stark children over never bothered him in the slightest. If anything they saw Andy as an honorary uncle most of the time.

What made the blood rise in him was the fact that Steve was there, innocently, of course, watching the children play while being seated by you. That was his spot and he wanted him gone. But he couldn’t tear the kids away from their friends.

So, the most reasonable option would to be friendly and set his own selfish emotions aside. The kids saw the door open and they all automatically ran over to Andy, punching the air out of him as they all tried to grab and hug him. “Oof! I’m being attacked by a bunch of cuties. How’s it going, guys?” His arms were long and big enough to wrap around the group of kids as they all began talking at once.

“So fun daddy! We all played hide and seek ad then Jr. showed us his mom’s pretty helmet,” exclaimed Sophie as she clung to his leg. She always looked at Andy with so much adoration that he knew he would never get tired of that look.

“Yeah, Mr. Barber I may have found it in dad’s secret room or something,” he smirked knowing that he was always watching everything that his dad did.

Steve looked over to Junior, shaking his head, “You are like the most stealthy kid ever, might even give miss Morgan a run for her money.”

Morgan huffed, poking her chest out, “He will never beat me in sneaking Mr. Rogers!” she pulled out a small remote that looked really high-tech, “See! bet you never seen this before Junior!” she stuck her tongue out as Steve walked up to the group taking both items from them.

“Now what would your parents think about you going into their stuff?” He asked as he quirked his eyebrows at the both of them. The kids giggle as Junior gave Steve an amused looked.

“That you suck at your job!” That made Andy clutch his chest in laughter cause boy he did not like Steve. But it was only based on jealousy. Still didn’t matter that Tony Jr. was a comedian just like his father.

Steve picked up the small boy raising him in the air as he tickled him incessantly, “Oh yeah big guy? Want me to tell em that you were being a little thief again?” He said during his tickling attack. The boy had no choice but to surrender.

“Okay! Okay! You win Mr. Rogers! You know how to break a person down, don’t you?” You let out a stifled giggle because boy was he right. Both men heard you as they looked over at you. Steve had a smirk plastered on his face cause he knew how to break you down in more ways than one. Andy was annoyed cause he knew what that laugh meant in a way. It only made him not like Steve more.

The night had crept on everyone as you bid good night to Steve and the kids. You two embraced a little too long for Andy’s liking so he retreated to his office to start some work. Even though it was summer break, the kids still had bedtimes and you made sure that they didn’t deviate from it. As you finished your second story of the night for Jake, he was already asleep.

You turned off the main light and flicked his night light on as you left the room quietly.

You started your journey to your own bedroom, passing Andy’s office that had the door ajar. He saw you pass as he called over to you, “Y/N? Could you come in here for a minute?” You thought nothing of it because being in Andy’s office wasn’t something that was foreign. You stepped in and stood at the edge of his desk wondering what he could have wanted.

He looked over at your looking up with a softened look, judging by the glass next to him, he had been drinking, “You can close the door and sit. I just wanted to talk to you about something,” you proceeded to follow his instructions as he grabbed another glass for you to pour a drink for you. He knew exactly what you liked because even though he was your boss, you two did share friendly moments.

You grabbed the glass and pushed the rim to your lips as you took a small sip. Placing the cup back down you could see that Andy sat back down in his seat, “What is it that you wanted to talk about Mr. Barber?”

He gave you small smile as she took another sip, not taking his eyes off of you as you felt the heat in his gaze, “You don’t have to call me Mr. Barber when we’re alone,” you looked up at him as he swung around to look directly at you. He wanted to have the conversation the right way and not offend you but he could no longer hold it in, “So, you and Steve are a thing?” You started to choke on your drink as soon as you took another sip.

You started to cough slightly as you looked up at Andy, his look still soft, “Um, I’m not sure if you should know that Andy.” It wasn’t like you kept secrets from him but this was your personal life which he had no jurisdiction over. He didn’t look offended but you wanted to know the reason behind his question, “Why would you want to know about me and Steve?”

He leaned back in his chair, his gaze staying on you, “I saw you two the other day when you thought I left the house,” you remembered that day well. You had retreated back into the house after seeing Steve and being startled to see Andy in regular clothes. He didn’t seem like he had seen anything. Actually, he was being extra friendly to you that day and you just thought he was in a really good mood.

You took another sip nervously, feeling the effects of the drink. It was embarrassing that you were such a lightweight, but you felt more open and vulnerable in this state. You leaned a little closer giving him a questioning look, “Why didn’t you say anything, Andy? We could have talked about it that day.” He knew you were right but it didn’t change the fact that you chose Steve over him. He wanted you and having Steve touch the person he wanted to be his was infuriating.

But he knew that he had no right to your business, that was a fact. He just wanted you to be his business, “I didn’t want to scare you off or think I was invading your privacy. Plus, I didn’t like his hands on you,” you could appreciate him not being in your business but what took you for surprise was that he didn’t like Steve’s hands on you. Did… Did Andy like you? It couldn’t be.

You felt comfortable once he was so open in how he felt, “Did you think he was going to hurt me? Why don’t you like him or his hands on me rather.” He stood up from his seat, walking over to you, he lowered himself to your eye level.

This was the closest you two have ever been and the tension between you two could be felt. He looked at you with longing as you could smell the faint smell of liquor on his breath, “Because it should be me.” You couldn’t grasp what he was saying to you. Part of you was relieved but the other part angry because it took another man’s hands to be on you for him to notice you. Your annoyance took over.

You stood up from your seat, looking at him with disdain, “I have worked for you for over a year and now you notice me when you see Steve and me? You’ve got some nerve Andy!” your voice raising just enough for you two to hear. His eyes darkened as soon as you began to raise your voice.

He stood up, closing the space between you two. His height easily towering over yours as he lowered his face to yours barely sweeping his lips over yours, “I would lower that tone if I were you…” God you wanted to kiss him, but you had a point to prove. You wrapped your fingers around his tie, lightly tugging at the silk material.

The liquor coursing through your veins was causing all the boldness and courage to be front and center, “Or what Andy? Gonna punish me for something you should have done a long time ago?” You felt the contact of his fingers at the back of your neck, him squeezing tightly, causing your slick to pool. This is what you wanted, to be close to him in this way. At that moment, Steve was far from your mind.

His chest rumbled with a small chuckle as he licked the front of his teeth, his jaw clenching, “Watch yourself, sweetheart, I’ll give you just what you’re looking for. Bet he doesn’t tame that fucking brat that I see right now,” how right he was. Even though you two had amazing sex, you never let this side of you out and Andy knew just how to do it.

You wanted to challenge him, make him mad enough to wreck you even. The smile that crept on your face signaled that you were up to no good, “No, but he fucks me so go-,” before you could finish, he growled, turning you over as he bent you over the desk.

You tried to get up but were met with the strength of his hand, “Stay the fuck there. Wanna act like a brat, I’ll definitely treat you like one.” He undid his tie, quickly wrapping it around your wrists as he restrained them behind you.

“Thought it was smart to tell me about another man fucking you, sweetheart? You definitely fucked up.” The air felt cold on your skin as he pulled your leggings down to show only the pretty pair of lavender panties that you wore.

He could see that you were already soaked, bringing his hand over your bottom rubbing the smooth skin, “Look at that, already soaked and I haven’t even touched you yet,” whimpering at being so exposed, only made you wetter as you were finally on display for him.

He probed two fingers to your full lips, “open,” you quickly obey as they slid past your tongue, hitting the back of your throat. He grunted at how little of a gag reflex you had, “suck while I give you just what you want. Make a sound and I’ll stuff that bratty little mouth with something else.”

The sound of how authoritative his voice was only made you want to obey him more. You didn’t have time to adjust when the first blow came crashing down to your left cheek, the force causing a ripple effect, causing you to choke on his fingers. The second coming to the right cheek, causing the same effect. He did this for two more rounds, rubbing the heated skin. The sting was so deliciously painful and you were sure your slick was coating your thighs.

Once he gave 4 more rounds of harsh spanking, you were drooling around his thick digits, strings of your slick pooling from your panties. The tears streamed from your eyes as Andy marveled at his work, “Looks like you won’t be sitting comfortably for a few days sweetheart. Think you learned your lesson not to fuck with me?”

He pulled his fingers from your lips as you collapsed against the desk. Low broken sobs filled his ears as he saw your tears fall to the surface. He knew that he went a little too hard but a lesson was a lesson. He bent down, light grasping both cheeks in his hands as he kissed all over your skin. You gasp at how soft his lips felt, mindlessly pushing against his face.

He looked at how spent you were as he could smell and see how wet you were. Andy would be a fool to not taste you and it was on his mind the entire day. Pulling the soaked material to the side, he wanted to reward you for being so good. Kissing your stinging skin softly, “May I?” Seeing your hole clench and drip would have been permission enough, but he needed your words.

“Uh-huh,” was all you could utter out. You were in such painful bliss that you would have let him do anything. He softly kissed your skin again, lightly gripping your cheek.

“Words sweetheart, wanna make you feel good for doing so well for me,” His hands still rubbing your skin softly.

“Please, Andy. I need it,” a whimper falling from your lips quickly turned into a satisfied gasp as you felt his lips wrap around your clit sucking softly. He moaned at how good you tasted, licking a few stripes before dipping his tongue in your clenching hole, strumming his thumb over your bundle of nerves. You made sure to keep your sounds low as he fucked you with his tongue and eating you like you were the last meal he would ever have.

Andy pushed your legs further apart as he dove deeper between your legs as you started to tremble from your impending orgasm. He could feel you tightening around his tongue replacing it with his thick fingers, slapping his mouth over your clit to begin to work you over gloriously.

Finding your spongy spot wasn’t hard as he pressed and rubbed over it, hearing the sweet sounds coming from your lips. He sucked as his tongue flicked in a quick pace as your crash and gush all over his tongue, wetting his beard.

He drank every drop from you hungrily as you rode out your high in his mouth. His tongue swept every fold and part of you until he had his fill. Standing up, he released your wrists from the restraint as he pulled your leggings back up. Bringing you into his arms he pressed you securely against your chest before pulling back.

He pressed his lips to yours, letting you feel the softness of his lips as you reciprocated the same to his, “You were so good for me, sweetheart,” He pulled back to look at you, “Was that too much?” He was more concerned that he had hurt you.

You leaned back up kissing and lightly tugging on his lips as he pulled you closed to drink in more of you, breaking the seal you looked up at him, “No, I wanted it… So bad. I’ve wanted you for so long,” He hummed in relief as he kept you wrapped in his arms for as long as you wanted to stay there.

#andy barber #andy barber x nanny!black reader x steve rogers au #andy barber x you #andy barber fic #andy barber fanfiction #andy barber x black!reader #andy barber x female reader #andy barber fluff #andy barber smut #chris evans characters #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers x black female reader

[ionlyjoinedforstuffilike]

Of Love and Betrayal

Pairing: Andy Barber x married f!reader

Word Count: 3,300

Rating/Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content (incl. v. fingering and p in v sex), angsty smut, infidelity, references to debt and gambling

Summary: Marriage is hard, Andy understands that, he understands you. Coming to your rescue, Andy offers kindness, a shoulder to cry on, a way to forget.

A/N: My first time writing for Andy, maybe it's more angsty than I originally intended, but still I hope you all enjoy!

Masterlist

"Can you try again?"

The cashier swiped the card through the register for a third time, your breath hitched waiting for the inevitable beep of decline.

"I'm sorry." The young girl with pink hair and nose ring gave a sympathetic smile, though you didn't doubt its sincerity it did little to alleviate your utter embarrassment. "Do you have cash?"

You're already flicking through your wallet, your mouth stretched, forced into a smile, a barrier holding back the deluge of emotion coursing through you. Your face grew hot, heartbeat thrumming in your ears as you count the pitiful amount of notes, you knew you were short before you began.

"One moment," placing your wallet down, you began riffling through your pockets in desperate hope of discovery.

"Ma'am," the girl was sweet, but you had already sensed the approach of the next customer and knew she couldn't wait forever.

"I'm sorry, I really don't have enough to cover, I guess I'll have to put some things back."

You felt the tears pricking at your eyes as you looked over the half packed groceries deciding what to cut. You'd been frugal, there was no steaks for dinner but you needed enough to cover the week. You'd just have to come back in a few days or make things go even further.

"How much?" the deep, gravelly voice startled you, turning you saw Andy Barber queued behind you, "how much are you short?"

"Erm," looking between the cash and the number on the register, "28 dollars."

Instantly his hand produced his wallet, flicked it open to grab the deficit.

"No, no," you reached over to touch his arm, to stop his action, "I really couldn't."

"You can pay me back," he said ignoring your protests and handing the bills over the cashier.

You'd met Andy, and Laurie, through the Petersons, their eldest in Jacob's grade and youngest in your daughter Sophie's. You'd chatted at BBQ and birthday parties, he'd always been cordial though you were never very close, a friend of a friend. Of course, everyone knew who he was, even before his family was splashed across the news, before they were the focus of macabre gossip, he was a prominent figure in the community.

You would have been offended by his pity if he didn't look so pitiful himself. He wore a suit, dark and expensive though his tie was loose and shirt collar unbuttoned. His dark beard neatly trimmed and hair perfectly in place but his blue eyes tired and sad, a six pack and ingredients for one lonely meal the only thing he had in his basket. Guilt overwhelm any sense of embarrassment, the universe clearly reminding you that your situation could be so much worse, so graciously you accepted his help.

You waited whilst Andy paid for his own groceries, made small talk, after all it was only polite and you weren't strangers, however when he grabbed one of your bags to help you to your car you instantly regretted the decision. You should have skulked away quickly, but you were doing what felt natural and frankly had momentarily forgotten your predicament.

"Where you parked?"

"Oh no need. I'll take it from here," you said trying to reach for the bag that was in his arms.

"Don't be ridiculous," he smiled a small smile as he leaned back from you, "it'll take two secs."

"Erm, well...I actually didn't drive today, the plan was to get an Uber, but I can walk." He blinked comprehending your statement. "It's fine really it's not far."

"Far enough carrying all this," he eyes scanning the bags, "C'mon I'll give you a ride."

"No. Seriously you've helped enough already."

"No bother. You're on Elm right? It's practically on my way."

"No," your voice stern, angry at your situation rather than him but he caught the change in tone his warm smile melted, his brows furrowed, "okay, well at least let me pay for the cab."

Suddenly you realised what he must have thought, he misread your reaction, his understanding fed by his own worries. He thought you didn't want a ride with him. He thought you were frightened.

"No, oh god, I didn't mean," you shook your head and lowered face hiding your shame, "you really wouldn't mind giving me a ride?"

"Not at all."

The drive home was quick and mostly quiet, you mumbled some excuse about the car being in the shop, Andy simply nodded. He focused on the road, his face cast in shadow as the car filled with the sounds from the local station. He kept one hand on the wheel the other resting on the gear stick, it drew your gaze, the dark sleeve of his jacket giving way to the silver of his watch, his large hand gently caressing the lever that was only inches from your bare leg, your knee and part of your thigh now exposed as your skirt hitched up. How would it feel if he touched you? If the back of his hand brushing against you, his fingers skimming over you? You imagined the texture, the warmth. Imagined until the glint of the gold band he wore dragged you back to reality, reminding you of the ring on your own finger, somehow heavier than it had been a few moments ago.

He pulled up in front of your house, unbuckled his seatbelt and was out of the car before you, taking the groceries from the trunk. You realised that Andy, forever the gentleman, did not intend you to carry the full load to the house. You were happy for the help but glad that no one was home, not wanting to replay your humiliation.

Andy followed you, patiently waiting as you unlocked the door and turned on each light on your way to the kitchen at the back of the house, he followed you as you placed the bags on the counter, copied your action. His now empty hands found his hips.

"Martin and Sophie out?"

"Sophie's at my sister's. Martin's erm…away." You didn't want to get caught in a lie, though you didn't feel like admitting the truth either. Crossing your arms, you hugged your body and once again tried to force a smile. You and Andy both awkwardly looking at each other with strained expressions.

"I should go," he nodded as he spoke, as if agreeing with himself.

"Yeah probably. Unless..." He had turned away, his broad shoulders facing you as you made your suggestion, "I don't know, you want to stay for a drink? It's the least I can do."

"Yeah? Okay." His face relaxed, happy for the invitation. That's why you had done it hadn't you? Not just to say thank you but because you understood the loneliness, because your heart ached thinking of how you would both be sat sad and alone a couple blocks apart.

"I can make coffee or would you like beer or wine? I'm having wine, think I've earned it." you're already pulling the opened bottle from the fridge, "nothing fancy but it tastes good."

"Sure." You thought you heard a small chuckle as he pulled out one of the stools and took a seat. Grabbing two glasses you poured a generous measure in each, the glass instantly fogged from the cold liquid. When you both had your drink in hand, you stretched out clinking yours to his.

"Cheers."

By the time you poured your second you were both more at ease, Andy watched you whirl around and put the groceries away and made friendly chit-chat, comfortable enough to remove his jacket and roll-up his sleeves, you kicked off your shoes and pulled up a seat. You could have been at neighbourhood party, an easy exchange except for the melancholy hanging in the air, issues you both had to deal with and were currently trying to ignore. But try as you might they were like shadows, a darkness that retreated but was always present, lurking in corners. Like shadows you couldn't deny their presence and it was you who acknowledged them first asking about Jacob (he was still in a coma, little change) then Laurie.

"Better, stronger, she may get to come home soon."

"That's good." He nodded but his expression less sure, "isn't it good?"

He sighed, pinched the bridge of nose, "Yeah, yeah it is, it's just been hard y'know first with Jake then...well, you know what they're saying."

"I don't listen -"

"It's fine. It's not true but it doesn't mean... marriage it's hard."

You huffed a laugh, not jovial you wouldn't be that disrespectful, it's bitter, it's knowing, "Tell me about it."

"Are you okay? I don't mean to pry but..."

"It's that obvious huh my pathetic life?"

"Can't be worse than the mess of mine."

"No sorry I didn't mean..."

"It's fine, c'mon tell me. Misery loves company. Martin not really away with work?"

"He's away...I asked my sister to have Soph because we were fighting but it was too much, I asked him to give me some space."

"Anything to do with the lack of funds?" Andy was smart and it didn't need a genius to piece the clues together.

"It's gone. Everything. We...we're bankrupt."

"Shit, I'm sorry..."

Tears filled eyes, "I didn't even know. I didn't know. How stupid am I?" Water now rolling down your cheeks, "first thing I know about it is when they're repossessing the car, he told me everything showed me the bills, the statements, the notice on the house."

Andy's standing now, his arms around you, you leaned into his chest, it's horrible to face it all but you felt better letting it out. He let you sob, damp patches now on his shirt, never pulling away, gently stroking your back trying his best to soothe you. Squeezing tighter when you lost control of your breathing and began to hiccup, securing you in his embrace, your body moving with his, rhythmically in and out. You breathe in the spice of his cologne, focus on his smell, his body rather than the million problem dominating your thoughts.

He held you for the longest time, held you until your tears ran dry, your breathing shallow, your thoughts calm. Only then did he continue with his questions, forever the attorney or concerned gentleman either way it was in his nature to know more.

"I didn't realise, is Martin having problems at work?"

"No," you shook your head, placed your palm to Andy's chest and gently pushed, breaking free from him. He returned to his seat as you wiped your eyes, "He...god it's so embarrassing...he's been gambling. Apparently, he doesn't do it anymore, he's gotten over it, but he took out loans to cover it, then others to cover those and then it all spiralled." You reached for your wine, took a glug draining all that was left.

"I'm sorry."

"It's not just the money, though god knows what the hell we'll do, it's just I feel so betrayed. He's known for months, months. Fuck I'm sorry I shouldn't dump all this on you-"

"It's fine, I asked. I get it, I mean I understand."

And he did. He did understand the betrayal. The hurt.

A week later...

You hadn't intended to go there, told yourself you hadn't as you knocked on the door. You'd stormed out of the house, grabbed your purse and jacket and just started walking, your destination not fixed just determined to leave. Martin was back home, you were trying to make things work, trying and failing because no matter how sorry he said he was it didn't fix the mess he made, it didn't fix the fact that you had a matter of days to move out of the home you had built and loved and had until very recently been happy in.

Your body still shaking with fury as you waited, the door finally opening to reveal Andy. He was in a t-shirt and jeans, hair messy, eyes half closed, you must have disturbed his dozing. He looked confused as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"I'm sorry I just, there was no one I could go to."

He closed his eyes as he nodded now seemingly able to understand why you were at his house so late at night. He pushed the door wider inviting you in, you walked past into the hall. He shut the door and then walked through to the living room, you followed.

"You want a drink? No wine, but beer. Or stronger."

"Stronger," you replied, dumping your belonging on the floor near the couch.

He made no comment only moved to the open plan kitchen and took two glasses from a cupboard, a bottle from another. He poured even measures of the amber liquid before carrying them to you, handing one over, his eyes fixed on the glass as you put it to your mouth. There was no clink, no cheers just the burning liquor and a million emotions searing through you.

"You okay?"

"No."

"Can I help?"

You stared at him, his piercing blue eyes sad, filled with concern. He didn't judge you or pity you, he genuinely understood how you felt, genuinely cared.

You took a gulp from your glass then set it aside, stepped closer to Andy. He straightened but didn't move back, not even when you placed your hands to his firm chest and pressed your lips to his. You lingered for a moment, stayed close even after your lips broke away.

Andy quiet but clear, "I don't think that will solve our problems."

"I don't care. I want to forget, help me forget."

And when you kissed him again, he kissed you back, hands finding your waist before slipping further around you, settling on the small of your back and pulling closer into the embrace.  His soft lips, pressing more firmly, parting, tongue probing forwarding, licking, coaxing yours before tangling with it. You reached around him, resting your arms on his shoulders, carding your fingers through his dark hair.  Any reserve and tentativeness abandoned quickly, you hadn't realised how much you wanted this, wanted Andy. There'd been fleeting fantasies in the shower or late at night in bed when you let your mind, and hands, wander, but they were only harmless dreams, you never intended to act on them, except things were different now.

Andy's hands dipped lower, under your skirt, fingers grabbing the flesh of your behind as he kissed down your jaw to your neck, his wet tongue and heavy breath hot against your skin, causing it to tingle, the sensations and warmth spreading throughout your body soon had you mewling his name. It's an invitation for more, encouraging his actions - one he accepted.

His hands tight on your hips, manoeuvring you so you stumbled backwards onto the couch, flopping on the cushions. Andy bunching your dress up as he positioned himself between your legs, your bodies twisting together, the coarse denim of his jeans rubbing against the thin cotton fabric of your underwear. You groaned, your aching, needy core wet and desperate for him, torn between wanting the friction of his hardening cock or hurrying to have him inside of you. Andy too seemed undecided, hands exploring your chest, he had managed to unbuttoned part if your dress, groping at your breasts, squeezing over your bra, sweeping under the fabric, lips lowering to your collar bone, your cleavage, his hands back at your ass keeping you tight to him, encouraging you to grind up against him. Then in an act of decisiveness his now determined hands were at your hips, fingers curled under the waistband of your panties, pulling them down. His intent as clear as your desire - a runaway train too fast, too furious for you to jump from.

Andy kneeled up slightly to remove your underwear, dragging it from you before returning, his arm a barrier between your bodies, his hand cupping your cunt, fingers probing, parting our folds, pushing inside of you. He's not gentle, he's fucking you with his fingers - fast and deep. The sound obscene - the wet slap of him pumping in and out of you, your sinful moans filling the air. It's neither comforting or affectionate, it's rough and hard, as if he's fucking away all the fury he had buried, and you need him to, want him to. You're felt an orgasm take hold, the tentacles of pleasure tightening its grip, you're so close, you told him so, begged him for more, Andy's grunts his only vocalisations, though his thumb worked your clit. You clenched around him as you broke, tension and ire fracturing as you ascend, pleasure breaking through and smothering everything else.

You could have waited, lost yourself to the bliss but you're greedy and needy and you'd already crossed the uncrossable line that you may as well give in to all of your temptations.  You knocked Andy's hand away, reached for his belt, unbuckled it, unfastened his fly, the release of each button tantalising, once it's open enough your hand slipped down beneath his boxers through the coarse curls to the smooth heat of his shaft. Fingers curled around the hard heft of him, palm sliding up and down, Andy groaning a "fuck", his stomach muscle flexing, he captured your mouth with his once more, teeth grazing your lower lip. Passions still ranging.

A moment later he's frantically pushing his pants down, cock springing free from its confines, replacing your hand with his, stroking the tip of his cock up and down your slit, lining it with your quivering entrance before surging forward, splitting you open. Andy's hands hooked under your legs, raising them, lifting and practically folding you in half, tilting your pussy, angling you so that his cock hit just right, positioning you so that he could fuck you down into the couch cushions. And when he let go, there was no restraint. Andy was relentless. Pounding into you again and again. Harder, faster. It's not exactly how you had imagined him to be but it's what you need, what he needs. It's not just passion that's burning, but bubbling anger. You're both so fucking mad at the world, at Martin, at Laurie.

Andy had you climbing again, so very quickly, leading you higher and higher away from it all, and though you could never really forget your mind was focussed on the moment, on Andy, the weight of him, his cock buried inside of you. He rarely looked at you, his head hung low, occasionally dropping his mouth to the exposed skin of your neck, your shoulder. You closed your eyes, offered yourself up, surrendering to him. Let your hands roam his arms, his shoulders, nails digging into him when you came, again and again, until he reached his peak, muscles flexed and stiffened a fraction before he pulled out and hot cum spilled over your skin.

Andy collapsed on top of you, hips raised away from you aware of the mess between your legs, his panting turning to sobs, his forehead resting on your chest he began to apologise, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Over and over, but it wasn't just to you, it's to her, to him, for the indiscretions of this act and every actions leading to this moment, of the sins committed of ones to come.

You felt no regret or judgement just understanding. Your arms tightened around his shoulders, you held him to you, fingers played with the hair, trying your best to soothe him, "it's okay, it's all going to be okay."

 Tag list: @barnessupremacy​ @peoniarose​

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[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖      

Chapter 27 - Chase the man.

Episode 3. *A moment later they had all decided what to eat, so Raven and Andy went to order* Daniel: So... underwear huh? Sophie: *She snorted soft* Yep! ..... everybody wears it *she said somewhat awkwardly* Daniel: *He shrugged lightly* Not me Sophie: *She felt herself blush again, and internally cursed at Andy for having left her there with Daniel alone... right now she preferred the demon over the situation she was currently stuck in!* Daniel: So you plan to stick around? *He smiled friendly* Sophie: .... I guess, yeah.... it was all a spur or the moment idea last night... I didn't even know anything about all this supernatural stuff... till the day before yesterday... so... I'm just trying my best to catch up, I suppose? But yeah, I would love to hang around and be a part of Sam's life... if that involves all of this... well.. I'll take that as well then. *She smiled soft* Daniel: *He nodded lightly* Where did you two meet? Sophie: *And then the tale of the bc, started once more* 

*About 30 minutes later, all were full and ready to leave the table*

Raven: I'm sorry, it's not to be rude, but I have to take off. I should really be heading towards Norteney to check up if everything is as it is supposed to. *He smiled apologizing*

Sophie: But I thought...

Raven: It's a big spell, it's always best if someone keeps an eye on things the following days, just to be on the safe side.

Sophie: Ahh *she nodded soft* Thank you, again.

Raven: You're welcome *he leaned in, kissing Andy gently* I'll see you later

Andy: *He nodded soft but pouted lightly* I had hoped we could hang out now, I'm pooped!

Raven: But you and Sophie were supposed to go for lingerie...

Andy: Oh yeah! Fuck! *he smiled apologizing at Sophie* I'm sorry, it's just that sometimes I can suddenly run out of energy and-

Sophie: It's fine Andy, you have already done more than enough *she smiled soft*

Andy: But you need underwear

Daniel: I'll take her! *he quickly stood up*

Andy: *He burst out a cheeky chuckle*

Daniel: I mean, if you want? *he looked at Sophie questioning*

Sophie: Ehr... .*she looked a bit awkward at Daniel, then shrugged* you know what? Fuck it! Andy if you're tired *she looked back at the blue haired one* please you should go find some rest somewhere... I guess Daniel can show me to the store just as well as you can

Daniel: *Eager nod*

Andy: Can I come with you? *he looked questioning at Raven*

Raven: No, I'm sorry, it's family business... I have to take care of it on my own, sorry...

Andy: *He nodded soft* I'll just go with you guys then *he smiled soft at the others*

Raven: I'm sorry *he placed a gentle kiss on Andy's forehead and squeezed his shoulder gently* I'm sorry, I'll see you later. *He quickly nodded at the others, then walked off in the direction he had come from earlier*

Sophie: Andy, you do look very tired, maybe you should just grab yourself a coffee or something and hang around here, Daniel and I can-

Andy: No, as you said, fuck it! I'll go with you to the store, then I can sit on a bench outside, while the two of you take care of business *he smiled soft* you need my credit card anyway, I might as well follow and pay when you're at the check out counter. It's fine, I'll be fine *he smiled warmly*

Daniel: Are you sure? *he looked a bit deeper into Andy's eyes to try to read him*

Andy: *He nodded soft* Yeah, it's mostly just laziness, to be honest *he chuckled hoarse* let's go...

*About 5 minutes later they had separated in front of an underwear store*

Andy: *He sat down on a bench outside, sighing soft as he picked up his phone, and called Sam's number*

Sam: *He picked up on the 3rd ring* Dad... *he sounded a bit out of breath* what's up?

Andy: what's up? *he sighed deep into the phone* what's up is that it's early evening and I have been shopping all day with YOUR friend, whom btw I adore, but I'm out of energy and I just can't keep up with entertaining-

Sam: Shit! I'm so sorry dad! Time just ran by so fast and I got lost in-

Andy: Yeah... I get it okay, it's fine... but, I need you to come back down to earth for a while, and drop by the mall, please.

Sam: Of course! Yes! Sure! We will be there in 15! Just tell me where you are!

Andy: Well, I can't guarantee where we will be in 15 Sam *he snorted into the phone* but for now I'm in front of Jumbo Juice *he glanced up at the juice/smoothie booth he was sitting in front of*

Sam: Okay, we will be there as fast as possible!

Andy: Fast as possible would mean portal

Sam: ... do you want us to

Andy: No

Sam: We can dad, just tell me...

Andy: No *he sighed soft* It was a poor attempt at a tired joke, Sam... just... I'll see you in 15, I'll grab a smoothie while I wait.

Sam: Are you sure?

Andy: Imma hang up now *he chuckled cheekily into the phone* see you in 15!

*Meanwhile inside the lingerie store*

Daniel: How bout this? *He held up a wine red lingerie set, with lots of lace*

Sophie: *She lifted an eyebrow and snorted* that would be a no.

Daniel: What? It's sexy *he grinned wide*

Sophie: It's LOUD

Daniel: *He shrugged lightly* I like my women loud

Sophie: Oh gawd! *She couldn't help but laugh*

*At Jumbo Juice*

Andy: *He had just paid for his blueberry/pineapple dream, and was now waiting for it as it was made, not noticing someone familiar walking up next to him*

Alex: Hey

Andy: *He looked surprised to his side, right away recognizing the warm, deep voice* Alex?! *he smiled bright and gave the taller man a quick hug* What's up man?!

Alex: *He nodded soft as a greeting* Just here to visit Lily.. dinner

Andy: Ah! *he nodded confirming and grabbed the smoothie as it was ready, taking a quick sip*

Alex: Yeah I thought we would pick up a small bouquet for her on the way, she likes when I bring her something.

Andy: We? *he quickly spun around to see who the 'we' part would be, but saw no one else close to them*

Alex: Yeah... Dalton *he nodded straight ahead, towards a slim guy in a slightly short white and yellow striped tshirt that looked about a size too small for him, and as if he had found it in a storage box from the 90's* you remember Dalton, right?

Andy: *He felt a tickle in his stomach as he observed the younger guy, lost in his own world, as he was starring at the window of the store across from where they stood* .... uhm yeah.... *Of course he remembered Dalton. Not only was he Andy's long term musical crush and an artist he had looked up to for as long as he could remember, but there had also been some sort of connection between them the first time they had actually met. Something Andy still hadn't found a way to describe, but having felt multiple strong bonds in his life, he knew something like this was always special and rare, and as such, nothing he should be brushing off too lightly.*

Alex: We were talking about finding her a little something as well

Andy: *'We', the word made a second round in his head, and he looked slightly disappointed at Alex* are you a couple?

Alex: *He chuckled soft* Not at all... I mean, he's cute, but he's hardly my type... not that I wouldn't have a fling with him, if it was an option *he smiled warmly* but he's not my type for something more serious... he IS however my room mate. Yeah, turned out he needed a place to stay while getting back on his feet... he uhm... *he lowered his voice slightly* have some issues with uh.... no, it's not my story to tell *he smiled soft*

Andy: *He nodded soft, he already knew where the conversation was headed anyway* I get it...

Alex: *A confirming nod, then a soft sigh escaped him* I mean it's nothing like you, but I still felt he needed a hand and a safe place... you know...

Andy: *He nodded agreeing*

Alex: However, he's straight... or so it seems... he has a girlfriend that drops by every now and then although I don't think they are all that serious, but I wouldn't know... he's a bit private, doesn't talk that much *he smiled soft*

Andy: *He sipped his smoothie again, observing the boy closely*

Alex: *He chuckled soft as he observed Andy, well knowing that look on his face* perhaps you're more lucky than I am *he nodded at Dalton in an encouraging way* How about we go say hi, rather than standing here starring him down?

Andy: Yeah *he quick and nervously followed Alex*

Alex: Dalton... this is Andy! I don't know if you remember him?

Dalton: *He turned around, facing them both, observing Andy for a moment, then quickly got his hands out of his pockets and reached one of them towards Andy* Andy you said? *he squinted a bit hesitating* you seem familiar?

Andy: Uh yeah... *he wanted to explain about the night they had first met, but figured Dalton was pretty far out, so if he would have remembered... well... it all suddenly seemed like a blur, the mall, the people, everything just faded together in a big smooshy mess, and before he knew he accidentally spilled some of his smoothie on Dalton's hand*

Dalton: *He quickly pulled his hand back, rubbing it against his pants*

Andy: Fuck! I'm so sorry!

Dalton: *He shrugged lightly* It's just *he looked a bit questioning at Andy's drink* what is it even?

Andy: Blueberry/pineapple dream *he quickly chirped in a high pitch tone, immediately damning himself for being a fucking mess, and undoubtedly embarrassing himself, to the point where Dalton wouldn't want anything to do with him!* I'm sorry! *without thinking he reached towards Dalton's hand, sorta fumbling against it, then stopped, freezing on the spot, noticing that he was definitely holding the guy's hand, then quickly let go and took two rushed steps backwards, blushing*

Dalton: *He observed Andy with a raised brow, but said nothing, just rubbed his hand a few more times against his leg and sighed soft as he stood back up straight*

Alex: *A soft chuckle escaped him, clearly more than amused by the situation unfolding in front of him*

Andy: It shouldn't stain, I mean I spill smoothies all the time!

Dalton: It's fine *he smiled soft* don't worry about it

Andy: *He sighed soft, trying his best not to lose it completely*

Dalton: It will be dry soon, it's not a big deal *he shrugged again*

Andy: *Embarrassing sipping*

Alex: *He chuckled soft* We should probably get going anyway *he nodded at Dalton*

Dalton: Yeah *he nodded agreeing* It was nice to meet you, Andy *he smiled soft*

Andy: *He forced a soft smile* Yeah, it was nice to meet you too... uh sorry about the *he gestured at Dalton's pants*

Dalton: *He shook his head lightly and smiled* it was refreshing!

Alex: *He chuckled again* I'll see you, Andy... unless you wanna come with us? I'm sure there's plenty of food for-

Andy: Oh no, no - neeeeeeeu! No! *he chuckled awkwardly* No actually I'm waiting for Sam and Adrian

Alex: Ahh... okay, say hi to them from me!

Andy: Yeah *he nodded soft*

Alex: *He chuckled again, then walked off with Dalton*

Andy: *He groaned soft as he sat back down on the bench* You fucking ass!! *He sat there, silently cringing while sipping the rest of his smoothie, till Sam and Adrian showed up*

Sam: Dad! *he said relieved as he spotted him on the bench and quickly walked over* are you alright?

Andy: *He looked up at Sam with a firm glare* no...

Sam: Oh? *his eyebrows found a concerned shape* were we too slow?

Andy: Too slow to prevent me from making a fool of myself... again! *he sighed soft and stood up* S'fine, I just wanna get out of here!

Sam: What happened?

Andy: I really don't feel like talking about it, Sam, it's not a big deal really..

Sam: *He frowned soft* It seems to me, that if it upsets you, it IS a big deal....

Andy: *He shrugged lightly* not more than a bruised ego, and I'm used to that, so I just really wanna leave the crime scene as fast as possible *he forced a hoarse chuckle*

Sam: *He looked very concerned at his dad, and was just about to ask him if he was sure, when Sophie and Daniel exited the lingerie store*

Sophie: Sam! *She smiled bright and quickly headed in their direction, giving him a big hug*

Sam: *He quickly hugged her back, getting distracted by the amount of bags she was carrying around, and the fact that Daniel seemed to be following*

Adrian: *He observed the others with an unimpressed gaze, then looked back at Andy* let's go!

Andy: *He sighed relieved* Finally!

Adrian: *A soft almost chuckle escaped him, then he leaned in, planting a soft kiss on Sam's cheek* we're heading out... I'll call you later!

Sam: Oh! Yeah! *he turned and looked at the others with a soft smile* I'll talk to you both later!

Adrian: *He looked at Andy with a questioning frown, as they sat in his car on the parking lot outside the mall* You wanna talk about it now?

Andy: *He frowned soft* No... it's embarrassing... I'm such a fucking idiot

Adrian: ..... *he grabbed his pack of cigs, lighting one, offering the pack to Andy*

Andy: *He sighed soft as he grabbed the pack and lit himself one, looking out the window* can we just leave?

Adrian: .... sure... as long as you tell me where you want me to take you?

Andy: Anywhere... just get me away from this mall before- *he paused as he spotted Alex and Dalton walking out the mall, whimpering dramatically, as he quickly sunk further down the seat, in a desperate attempt to get out of sight*

Adrian: *He looked at Andy, then looked up, spotting Alex right away..... then he spotted Dalton.... quickly putting two and two together well knowing Alex wouldn't make Andy whimper like that, usually* .... who's that? And how did you embarrass yourself in front of him?

Andy: Dalton *he whined as he was now more or less sitting on the floor* I spilled smoothie on him, and kinda ended up holding his hand as I was trying to assist him in getting smoothie off him... which he never asked me to, by the way!

Adrian: ..... so you basically groped him? *He lifted an eyebrow as he observed Andy closely*

Andy: *Loud whiny sound* Just go-hooooooo!!! *he whimpered*

Adrian: *He shook his head lightly and started the car, slowly driving out the parking lot*

Dalton: *He observed the loud black GTO as it drove past them, instantly noticing the bright blue mohawk, peeking up in the window* So.... what's the story about Andy? *he looked at Alex slightly curious*

#Daniel Chase Hartwig #Sophie Swan #Raven McKinney #Brandubh McKinney #Samuel Cullman-Thompson #Sam #Adrian Blackwood #Andy Shaw-Thompson #Andycorn #Alexander Thompson #Alex #Dalton Red #unicorntales

[sylveondreams]

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[thegayhimbo]

Bill Compton’s problematic relationship with Jessica Hamby.....

This is a post I’ve wanted to do for a long time because out of all the relationships on the show (aside from Sookie/Bill), this is one of the few that bothers me the most. It’s a relationship held up by fans to be this loving father-daughter dynamic. However, when I first saw the show, I was left cold by it, and never understood why people thought it was a meaningful relationship.

Having just finished my rewatch, I can understand why I felt like that: There are MULTIPLE MOMENTS on the show where Bill’s treatment of Jessica is neglectful at best and abusive at worst. Most of the time, Bill either treats Jessica as a burden or someone he can use, and he barely knows what’s going in her life unless Jessica brings it up to him. That’s also including that he’s lied to her, betrayed her, hurt her, refused to do his duty to her as a maker to her unless forced to (or unless he got some benefit out of it), kept secrets from her, and was NASTY to her at various moments during the show. It got to a point where I kept wondering if I was watching the same show as everyone else. It’s especially egregious since plenty of people talking about how this was one of the best relationships on the show (which it isn’t).

In this list, I’m going through all the instances where Bill’s treatment of Jessica ranges from neglectful to abusive. All of them span over the course of 7 seasons, so POTENTIAL SPOILERS AHEAD! The reason I am doing this is to highlight the issues with this relationship, and why I think it’s problematic that the show (and fans) treat this as a good relationship when it’s anything but. Without further ado:

1.) After Jessica gets turned into a vampire, Bill makes a half-assed attempt to get her to drink True Blood instead of teaching her how to feed properly and safely from a human. When this doesn’t work, he dumps Jessica with Eric.

2.) Bill proceeds to leave Jessica with Eric for two weeks (and makes not attempt to ever pick her up) until Eric comes back with Jessica and tells Bill to start doing his job as a maker. One has to question if Bill would have ever picked Jessica up from Fangtasia if Eric hadn't come.

3.) From the end of season 1 till season 3, Bill consistently treated Jessica like she was a burden and an embarrassment to him, even though Jessica was a teenager who needed help and support and wasn’t familiar with being a vampire.

4.) Bill wastes Jessica's time teaching her how to recycle when he should have taught her how to feed from a human. He knows that she can't live off of True Blood, and that she's going to have to learn to feed safely so she isn't a danger to others. He fails to do this for her.

5.) At one point, Bill slut-shames Jessica for her attire, and it's played for laughs instead of Bill being called out for his misogynistic behavior.

6.) When Jessica is kissing Hoyt, Bill grabs Jessica and violently throws her across the room even though she wasn't feeding from Hoyt. There is no reason that, as her maker, he couldn't have ordered her to stop, or just restrained her without using physical violence.

7.) Bill keeps secrets from Jessica (like his mission from Queen Sophie Anne) that puts her in danger. He never establishes a contingency plan with her if she came into contact with a powerful vampire and either needed to defend herself, get away from them, or hide from them. The result is Franklin Mott (a serial rapist) shows up at her front door and her life is almost put in danger because of it.

8.) Jessica is forced to get her first job on her own to make money instead of getting any help from Bill.

9.) Bill was set to release Jessica in season 3 despite being a newborn and barely having an idea on how to feed from someone safely. She also had no training to protect herself from other vampires or humans who wanted to harm her. This is basically the equivalent of a parent throwing their kid out of the house. It’s not okay that Jessica has to BEG Bill to be a proper maker to her because he was doing a shit job at it.

10.) Bill drags Jessica into a dangerous situation against werewolves and a 3000 year old vampire who almost succeeds in killing her. Bill knew she wasn’t ready after only one training session, and Jessica’s life was endangered because of his carelessness.

11.) After the fight at Sookie’s house, the last we see of Jessica is her being chased away by a werewolf. Not only does Bill NOT bother to check to see if Jessica is okay afterwards, he proceeds to have gross unappealing sex with Sookie in the middle of her destroyed house. It’s all about him and what he wants in that moment, and it’s like he completely forgets Jessica.

12.) Bill doesn’t ever tell Jessica the real reasons for why Sookie broke up with him (i.e. that he allowed the Rattarays to beat the shit out of her) and lets Jessica believe that Sookie was at fault for the break-up and that she was a bad girlfriend to him.

13.) Bill tells Jessica that she’s required to be honest with Hoyt even though he isn’t honest with her.

14.) When Antonia breaks free from Bill’s prison and plans to cast a spell that will force vampires to walk into the sun, instead of sending Jessica out of Louisiana to keep her safe so that she wouldn’t be targeted by Antonia’s spell, Bill keeps her with him for some unexplained reason.

15.) Bill refuses to completely silver Jessica when Antonia is about to cast her spell. This results in Jessica breaking free, killing a guard, and almost walking into the sun before Jason saves her. His neglect in that moment almost got Jessica killed AGAIN.

16.) Even after Jessica almost gets killed, Bill STILL DOESN’T SEND HER AWAY despite the fact there’s a dangerous necromancer on the loose who could target her and possess her. He even drags Jessica to Moon Goddess Emporium against Antonia/Marnie, and puts her in danger because of his recklessness. Jessica almost gets killed because of this, but the show never calls out Bill for it.

17.) When Bill and Eric are forced to go on the run from the Authority after killing Nan Flanagan, Bill calls Jessica and lies to her about everything being fine and not to worry. He doesn't warn her that the Authority is coming after them. This is actually dangerous for Jessica because if the Authority had failed to capture Bill and Eric before they left the house, they might have gone after Jessica to capture, torture, and interrogate her on Bill's whereabouts. And even though that doesn't happen, the point is that it could have happened because Bill refused to warn her.

18.) When Bill comes back to see Jessica later in season 5, he lies to her about still being King (which doesn't bode well for Jessica if other vampires try to take advantage of her), he doesn't really bother to check on Jessica to see if she's doing okay and just assumes she is, and he isn't truthful with her about what's really going on: That there's a good chance he and Eric may get killed either bringing in Russell Edgington, or that the Authority may still have them executed for treason. Either way, he withholds this information from her instead of having Jessica prepare for the worst.

19.) When Bill becomes Chancellor in the Authority and joins up with the Sanguinistas, he sends the Authority guards to forcibly escort Jessica to HQ (while also commanding Jessica as her maker to go with them) and tries to force Jessica to convert to the Sanguinista ideology whether she likes it or not. Jessica even pointing out this is exactly how her biological family behaved towards her. He also tries to keep her locked up and isolated to convert her.

20.) When Jessica begs Bill to let her warn Jason and Sookie about Russell and Steve coming after them, Bill refuses to let her go warn them, and makes it clear that he doesn't care if they get captured, tortured, or killed because he just sees them as food at this point. It doesn’t matter to Bill that Jason and Sookie are her friends and are in danger.

21.) In an act of petty cruelty, Bill bullies Jessica into turning Jason into a vampire against his will by sending two Authority guards to make sure she goes through with this.

22.) When Jessica returns after refusing to turn Jason, and later stands up to Bill, he gets physically violent and SMACKS HER clear across the room before having her imprisoned. What makes this worse is that there is no moment later on where he apologizes to Jessica for being abusive towards her. It's glossed over by the show.

23.) Bill leaves Jessica to die at the Authority, and it’s only when he realizes she’s alive that he summons her in the most painful way possible (i.e. she’s puking up blood and feels like she’s going to die if she doesn’t answer Bill’s summons). He later indicates he knows this was hurting Jessica and doesn’t care.

24.) He deflects any responsibility for hitting Jessica and imprisoning her by claiming he’s not the same person that did that. Again, there is no moment on the show where he apologizes to her for his behavior.

25.) Once he manipulates Jessica into staying with him again, Bill/Billith makes Jessica responsible for his emotional well being and his “humanity.” In other words, he knows he’s going to be doing awful things in the future, and instead of owning up to that, he’s making Jessica responsible for being a good person. That is abusive.

26.) He later tasks Jessica with dressing up in a sexually provocative way to kidnap a professor against his will. Putting aside how he previously slut-shamed her for having revealing clothing, it’s pretty gross that he’s now having Jessica participate in his crimes.

27.) He has Jessica lure Andy’s faerie girls to his mansion l(ike one of those creepy Unsubs from Criminal Minds) and tasks Jessica with keeping an eye on them. He makes no attempts to ensure the faerie girls safety, especially since Jessica has a history of poor impulse control. Not even an “As your maker, I command you not to feed on these faerie girls.” And then he leaves her alone with them. Shock of all shockers, Jessica loses control and 3 out of 4 of the faerie girls are dead.

28.) When Jessica is high on faerie blood and consumed with guilt over killing the faerie girls, Bill coldly tells her to sleep it off. He makes no attempt to comfort her or make sure she doesn’t do something stupid (since she’s drunk on faerie blood and not in a rational state of mind), nor does he make any attempt to give his blood to the other faerie girls in a possible attempt to revive them. He doesn’t care. He just found out about Warlow, which means Jessica’s guilt and the deaths of the faerie girls mean nothing to him. The result is that Jessica runs off to Jason’s for comfort, and gets captured by the LAVTF and sent to Vamp Camp. All because of Bill’s neglect.

29.) At the end of season 6, Bill goes off to do a 6-month book tour while he leaves Jessica behind to deal with the guilt of killing Andy’s faerie kids. There is no moment where he expresses remorse for his role in their deaths, nor does he make any attempt to help Jessica heal over the trauma and guilt of what happened.

30.) In season 7, when Bill finds out that Jessica hasn’t been feeding because she still feels guilty over what happened, and that she’s also offering protection to Adylin, this is what he says to her:

“So you are protecting Adilyn? And she is not feeding you in exchange for that protection?”

Not only is Bill completely unaware of Jessica’s mental and emotional state right now (because he’s that neglectful of her), but he lacks self-awareness about WHY Jessica doesn’t want to feed from Adylin: She’s the one that lost control and drained Adylin’s sisters. This idea that Bill perpetrates that Jessica’s relationship with Adylin should be a transaction where she only protects her in exchange for something is so revealing about what kind of person Bill Compton is: Every relationship is a pragmatic transaction for him. Bill only cares about other people when it is convenient for him. And he couldn’t bother to help Jessica when she was struggling with remorse over her actions whereas he felt no guilt over what he did.

What. An. Asshole.

31.) At the end of season 7, Bill opts to kill himself without caring about how this going to affect Jessica emotionally. Keep in mind that in season 4, Jessica had Bill promise not to ever commit suicide again (after he supposedly tried to do so when Marnie ordered him and Eric to kill each other). And once again, Bill breaks that promise because it’s all about him and what he wants. What makes this even more repugnant is he frames this as a good thing for both him and Jessica.

32.) In his final act of being an asshole, Bill pressures Jessica into getting married to Hoyt even though he doesn’t have his memories and they still haven’t worked through the issues that caused their relationship to fall apart in the first place. When Jessica expresses concern about this (since this is all happening too fast), Bill uses the death of his biological daughter (i.e. the same one he refused to save in that season 5 flashback) to guilt-trip Jessica into doing this marriage so that she’ll be “spoken for.” He’s basically shoving his patriarchal (and misogynistic) beliefs onto Jessica.

There are probably other moments that I missed, but the overall gist I’ve gotten from this relationship is that it’s one-sided, and that Bill’s treatment of Jessica is not only awful, it’s emotionally (and in some cases, physically) abusive. There’s this fanon idea that’s gone around for many years that Bill was this wonderful maker and father-figure to Jessica, which is NOT supported by what’s shown.

What makes this problematic is that the show tried to frame this like it’s a relationship we’re suppose to root for. Personally, I’m left cold by it. I can think of many other platonic relationships on this show (Andy/Terry, Sookie/Jason, Tara/Lafayette, etc) that were either better written, more heartwearming, or had meaningful character development that lasted. Bill/Jessica was not one of those. It’s bad enough that Bill’s an awful character who continues to age like spoiled milk, but this relationship he has with Jessica.........................it makes my skin crawl.

Jessica deserved so much better than Bill. She deserved a maker who actually put effort into their relationship with her (and not when it was convenient for them), and Bill deserved to be called out for his treatment of Jessica during the show. I HATE this relationship, and it’s one more reason why Bill Compton is one of the WORST characters I have ever seen on a TV show.

#true blood #tgh opinions #bill compton #anti bill compton #jessica hamby #abusive relationships #bill was a terrible maker to jessica #....and he should be called out for it

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Let’s Switch Things Up (ft. MINO) (5)

Part 5

Andy reminds you of something you thought you had put behind you.

A/N: Heyy! So this is my new series, that I’ll be updating every Thursday. All images I’ve used in this moodboard that I’ve made are just representative of the emotions, not the way the reader looks :))  Please show this lots of love!

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Word Count: 2344

Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of cheating (kind of angsty), drinking, mentions of bullying, suggestive

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The next morning, Minho woke up and found you snuggling into his side. You were cold. And even though he would have taken the spontaneous decision to hug you to warm you up, he knew that after yesterday, it wouldn’t be awkward. And so, he covered you with the blanket properly, lifted you lightly, laid you on his chest and wrapped his arms around you. you were fast asleep, but you appreciated the warmth and curled up even closer. Minho couldn’t keep the light smile off his face. That was the moment his subconscious registered that this what he wanted from life. Of course, he had dated before, but this was different. No one had ever made him feel this way; made him react this way. What he had with you was special. It had only been two days since he met you, but things were different. He looked down at your face. Your cheeks were squished, your hair was messy and you just looked so peaceful. He held you a little tighter and somewhere deep down, hoped to god you felt the same way about him.

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The two of you had a lazy day, ordering room service and watching movies all day. Both of you were too tired to go for the mixers Andy and Liza had organised. Natasha and Jae had a date and Mirae and Sophie were out sightseeing with Sophie’s friends. Neither of you addressed the fact that you were basically cuddling the entire day. You refused to bring it up when you felt his hand on your hip. He refused to bring it up when he felt you run your hands through his hair and trace his piercings. It was like both of you were scared to acknowledge any of what was happening, scared that it would all disappear. Both of you knew that you would go back to Seoul tomorrow and he would go on to meet his friend. You were scared. this was the first time you felt this way about someone. Not even Andy, and you had known Andy for eight years. There was just something about Minho that made you feel so warm and comfortable, and no other person had manged to make you feel that way. You didn’t want to lose him. It was just that you were scared.

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You took out the dress you were planning on wearing, smoothing it out and hanging it up. You decided against going to Natasha’s room to get ready. You saw Natasha and Jae earlier from the window, and things were not looking PG13. You had already showered, done your hair and were in the process of doing your make up. Minho was taking a shower. You didn’t even realise you had a smile on your face from hearing him sing. After you were done with your make up, you slipped on your dress. It was a bottle green off shoulder dress, form fitting with a slit up your right thigh. It was very simple, but it was very you. Just as you finished slipping on the dress, you heard the bathroom door unlock. Minho knocked against it.

“Hey, let me know if you want a bit more time to get ready.”

“No, Minho, I’m almost done. I actually need your help with something.”

He opened the door. His hair was wet and tousled, and he had a bathrobe wrapped around himself. You felt your throat constrict. You quickly turned around.

“Minho, can you help me with my zip? I’ve zipped it up as much as I could on my own.”

His voice sounded distracted when he responded.

“Oh yeah sure.”

His hands were slightly shaky when they touched your lower back to get a hold of the zip. It did nor help either of you that you arched your back at his touch. It just felt different. You ignored the light hiss that escaped his lips. Both of you knew that the level of tension was high. Minho zipped your dress up and his hands just ran down your sides, without him even thinking about it. Something in him almost made him suggest unzipping the dress and getting late for the reception, but he stopped himself just in time. He had no idea how he would have gotten out of that one, not that he wanted to. He just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

You moved to the couch to double check your hair and put on jewellery so that Minho could use the dressing table. you lost track of time on your phone and suddenly remembered about your necklace. Digging it out, you were trying hard to figure out the clasp situation on it and how you were going to put it on your own. You were trying hard, completely absorbed with trying to put it on and not getting it caught in your hair. So absorbed that you didn’t notice that Minho had just finished getting ready. He watched you for a minute with an amused eyebrow raise.

“Y/N?”

You jumped.

“Hmm?”

“Stand up. I can help with that.”

“Oh right!”

You turned around to flash him a grateful grin when you realised you were just a few inches apart. Your breath hitched. Minho typically wasn’t the one to make the first move but he gently took the necklace from you and turned you around. Your breathing was now controlled. You were working too much on that to notice Minho’s eyes; glazed over and hazy. One look at them and you would have known that you weren’t the only one who wanted to know what the other’s lips felt like. He gently pushed your hair away and hooked the necklace on. Neither of you moved. He kissed your neck at the spot the necklace met. His hands remained on your shoulders and he turned you around. You couldn’t meet his gaze. He smirked. Leaning down just a bit, he whispered,

“Y/N, you look stunning.”

And before you could respond, his lips trailed onto your cheek, playing it off as a kiss to the cheek, dangerously close to your lips, when both of you knew that was not what either of you wanted. He lips had barely touched the edge of your lips and your hands were now on his chest when someone knocked at the door. Both of you jumped back. You could cut the tension in the room with a knife. You heard Natasha’s muffled voice yelling at you to get out, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from Minho. You made eye contact and he abruptly turned. You blushed and turned away, feeling very embarrassed even though he had been the one initiating things. You were about to go down this black hole of doubt when he cleared his throat. He still couldn’t look at you, but he extended his arm for you to slip your hand through.

“Let’s go?”

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Two hours later, you sat there awkwardly at the table with Minho. Natasha and Mirae were with you, but they had started with the champagne a little earlier than you had. The entire vibe of the party felt off. Andy had his god-awful cousin Ken hosting it, and you did not know it was possible to be that unfunny. And Andy and Liza were both drunk already, which, to you at least, didn’t seem like a good sign. Minho gently squeezed your hand to get your attention.

“I’m going to go get us something to drink. You want a mojito, right?”

You smiled and nodded. At least things were beginning to get less awkward there. You were swaying lightly to the music, grateful that at least the DJ was good, when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around smiling, expecting Minho but that smile left your face the moment you saw it was Andy. Just Andy. Not with Liza, not with Ken, but alone. Why did you have a feeling this was not going to end well?

He smirked at you and you fought the reflex to gag.

“Hey Y/N.”

“Hi Andy.”

“How’s the night going?”

You forced a lie.

“Oh it’s lovely. The party is amazing! Congratulations.”

His smirk deepened and so did your disgust. He pulled up a chair and sat down close to you, with his arm over your shoulder. You hated it but you told yourself to take deep breaths. Y/N, it is his wedding. You cannot sucker punch him on his wedding. He’s also shitfaced.

“Y/N, you look amazing.”

Oh no. You did not like where this was going.

“You look so sexy.”

Immediately, you felt like you looked repulsive.

“Aren’t those the diamonds I bought you?”

Your hatred for him grew in that moment. Even if he was trying to hit on you, which was bad enough, hinting about the money he spent on you and implying that you owed him something was just awful.

“No. They’re not. I gave them back to you and you gave them to Liza. Liza, your wife.”

“Oh, right. But you know Y/N, they’ve always looked better on you.”

Your jaw dropped. He literally just got married. How?!

“Andy, you don’t mean that. Go find Liza and dance with her.”

He leaned in closer, whispering,

“But I want you! You’ve always been so different. And most of the time, you being different was just weird, but right now, it’s sexy as fuck.”

You were in shock. How does someone slip that low? In your shock, you didn’t notice Minho coming back.

“Andy. You’re in my seat.”

Andy jumped up, his face red and flushed.

“Ah I was just going. Y/N…if you need anything, you know where to find me.”

 Minho took one look at you and he knew something was wrong. Your face was pale, and your hands were shaky. He placed the drink down in front of you and sat beside you quietly. He just knew not to say anything until you did. You took a sip of your drink and looked around. Your eyes darted everywhere until you saw the roof of the low, barn like setting they had and grinned. It was an unsettled grin, but a grin nonetheless. You turned to a worried Minho.

“Hey, can we get out of here?”

“Where do you want to go?”

“Oh, I have something in mind.”

And this was not the kind of thing Minho did. He always stayed till he left for home, never did anything impulsive or out of the ordinary.  But he looked at your eyes and suddenly, he felt this deep desire to get out of that stifling party with you. He nodded. You stood up with your hand stretched out and he grabbed it.”

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Ten minutes later, he climbed the final stair to the roof of the barn and watched as you spun around. You had taken off your shoes and were in the process of removing all the hair pins from your head. You shook your hair free, looked up and grinned. Minho had never seen anything more beautiful.

You sat down and looked at Minho, expecting him to join you. he paused, as though arguing internally, and then slipped off his shoes and socks, removed his tie and jacket and unbuttoned his shirt a little.

“That’s the spirit Minho.”

He smiled, looking at peace. He sat down next to you. both of you just sat there in silence, enjoying the night sky and the cool breeze. But you knew you had to tell someone. So you waited, until you were calm again, and leaned against him.

“Andy just asked me to sleep with him.”

Minho was surprisingly calm. He already knew Andy was awful. He simply nodded.

“It made me feel awful.”

Minho wrapped an arm around you, gently rubbing your shoulder.

“He…he said I’m weird. And usually, it’s a pain, but today, he’s finding it sexy.”

Your head fell. You were planning on staying that way until Minho’s hands gently coaxed your chin up.

“Hey, listen to me. You’re not just an object for him to find sexy. He’s an asshole, so clearly, he doesn’t know what he lost. You are amazing. I don’t know why he would call you weird. You’re literally the most amazing person I know. And I…you mean so much to me, even if we haven’t known each other long. Don’t listen to him please? You’re so much more than his words.”

A single tear ran down your face. Minho had no idea how much that meant to you. you had always been made fun off for being ‘different’. Sometimes it was the way you dressed, or the hobbies you had. It was honestly just people looking to bully you. and you thought you had worked past it, but it was always difficult to hear it again. You smiled as you felt his hands gently wipe the tear away.

“Thank you, Song Minho. For everything.”

You sat there in silence again for a while, but there was something you knew you wanted to do. you wanted to let Minho know how you feel. You had to. Yeah, you were scared, but you knew you would regret it if you didn’t. You suddenly turned towards him only to find him looking at you with a nervous expression. Both of you froze. And then, you leaned closer, letting your forehead touch his. His eyes widened. His hands reached up to hold your face.

“Y/N, are you sure you want”-

You nodded. And he kissed you. You had always known Minho was different, but that was the moment every part of your body knew as well. No one had ever been able to make you feel this way. You felt his tongue swipe your bottom lip and you willingly let him deepen the kiss. He pulled you onto him, so that you were straddling him, and his once neat hair was now a mess with your hands running through it. You both pulled away panting.

“Let’s go to the room Minho.”

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notable moments from The Miracle Job

leverage 1.04

Eliot: That was the worst night of my life.

Parker: Come on, man, you've been in worse situations.

[Flashback]

(money is thrown on the table while a man loads one bullet in a gun and spins the barrel. He points it at Eliot’s head and pulls the trigger. Eliot flinches, but the gun does not go off)

[Leverage Kitchen]

Eliot: No. no, that was the worst.

what a dramatic little bitch

,,, also I’m always down for wacky eliot flashbacks

- - - - -

Parker: That’s St. Nicholas?

Hardison: Yes.

Parker: Santa Claus has a church?

Eliot: He’s not Santa Claus.

and the saga of parker loving christmas beGINS

- - - - -

Hardison: You think that we just gonna walk into some random tunnel and find some cholos just all yoked up? You know?

Eliot: Hardison—

(gang bangers follow Eliot and Hardison into the tunnel)

Hardison: "Yo, holmes, let me fix my do rag..."

Eliot: Dude, quiet. Listen. (turns around) Boys. We don't want any trouble. All right? We just want some answers.

Gang Leader: How's this answer?

(the Gang Leader holds his shirt aside to show the gun tucked in his waistband. Eliot reaches out and puts his hand on the gun, cocking it)

eliot’s bde move? how the fuck do you even RECOVER from that???

(another gang member pulls a gun and points it in Eliot’s face)

Eliot: You seeing this, Hardison?

Hardison: Yeah, the--the situation has my attention, yes.

Eliot: You see that's why I don't like guns. They have a specific range of efficacy. See, most guys make one mistake. They get too close.

(Eliot grabs the gun and head butts the gang member, emptying the gun and dropping it on the ground)

eliot hates guns and I love him for that

Eliot: Who rolled... a priest?

Gang Leader: We didn't beat up no priest. We are not monsters.

(Hardison notices a third gang member moving restlessly. He hits the man in the shoulder, and the man goes down in pain. Eliot grabs the gun from the Gang Leader’s waistband)

Hardison: Dislocated shoulder's a biatch. Priest gave him that.

Gang Leader: You beat up a priest? (looks at Eliot) Do you mind?

Eliot (hands him the gun): Be my guest.

Gang Leader: (points gun at gang member) You got a long penance ahead of you. Start by answering the man's questions. Now!

Eliot: Who hired you?

Gang Member: I don't know. I got a call on my cell with an offer, and I called him back after the job was done. He paid me. That's all I know. I swear.

Hardison: You got a number?

(Gang Member pulls a piece of paper from his pocket and hands it to Hardison)

Eliot: Can you do something with that?

Hardison: Seven digits. I could find you on Mars.

Eliot: Gentlemen, we'll leave you to your internal affairs. Come on.

(they walk away, out of the tunnel)

Hardison: How 'bout that? Man, you-you see me?

Eliot: He was injured.

Hardison: Well, somebody got to fight the injured. Shoot, that's my niche

me too hardison

also LMFAO eliot is so done with you you’re lucky he already has imprinted in you

- - - - -

Sophie: What is that you just took?

Grant: Xanax.

[Construction Site]

Grant: For my nerves.

Parker: Actually, caffeine. With a dash of dextroamphetamine.

(Hardison looks at Parker in surprise)

Eliot: You gave him speed?

Hardison: He beat up a priest.

hardison and eliot went from scandalized to mmm, seems fair REAL QUICK

- - - - -

Eliot: How do you know all this stuff?

Nate: I went to school with father Paul. to, uh...seminary school.

(they enter Nate’s office. Eliot hands Sophie a cup of coffee)

Eliot: So you dropped out of priest school to become a -- an insurance cop? And now you're the leader of a band of thieves. Nice.

I love eliot

- - - - -

Hardison: Y-you-you’re a catholic who wants to fake a miracle. I’m pretty sure that puts us in moral-sin territory.

Eliot: So now you're religious, too?

Hardison: No, no, I’m not denominational. It’s just, I never do anything my nana said "don't do." This, what we doin', it just don't seem right.

additionally, the hardison loving his nana saga begins

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Nate: Give Hardison anything he needs.

Hardison: As long as I don't have to do anything immoral.

Nate: Ah, absolutely not. No, I just need you to figure out, you know, how to fake a miracle.

(Eliot laughs)

Hardison: We all going to hell

eliot being a little shit to hardison? always iconic

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Grant (entering room): Yes, ma’am, thank you for your opinion. (hangs up) Ok, I just received a threatening phone call -- from a nun!

G O O D

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I love the shots where the ot3 walks together they cute as hell

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Hardison: Hell fire, damnation, et cetera. You know what? I’m gonna step over here, so when the good lord throws down on all of y'all, I don't get hit by the lightning.

Parker: Wasn’t Zeus the one with the lightning?

hardison having a freak out meanwhile parker’s just trying her best

+ bonus: another hidden talent of parker’s is that she knows obscure things like greek gods

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BIBLETOPIA

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tomas is so fucking done with andy

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Hardison: Bibletopia?

Sophie: The man cannot be stopped!

Parker: It’s like everything we throw at him just makes him stronger.

Eliot: Kind of admire him, though. My nephew would like Bibletopia.

Hardison: Oh, no, see? This is what happens when you mess with god. He raises up your enemies with his right hand, and he smites you with his left.

ELIOT META: he has at least one sibling and a nephew fic writers take n o t e

poor hardison is having a Time™ in this episode

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Hardison: I hope this is the part where you suggest prayer.

Nate: No, the weeping statue of St. Nicholas is not gonna be stolen. It's gonna miraculously disappear in the middle of tomorrow's mass.

Sophie: I’m sorry?

Nate: In front of the priest, the Vatican, the entire congregation.

Sophie: Have you learned nothing, Nate?

Nate: How much does the statue weigh?

Hardison: About 900 pounds.

Nate: Good.

Hardison: I am so sorry, nana.

let hardison REST

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both the boys clipping the gear on parker? thievery hijinks ot3 domesticity

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HARDISON AND ELIOT DID THEIR FIRST HANDSHAKE

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the little girl calling parker an angel? same

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eliot hyping up the crowd lmfao

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Grant (to Sophie): Kristi, save me, huh? You can spin this, right? instead of, uh, "felony," maybe soften it to, uh, “controversy" or something.

(cops continue to pull Grant away as press follows)

Sophie: You know, when you say "controversy," I always hear "attention”.

*john mulaney voice* sophie is a bitch and I L O V E H E R

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(Nate looks at the candles along one wall and walks over to them. He lights a candle as the rest of the team waits. After a moment he rejoins them and they walk toward the door)

Hardison: Look at that. Saved a church.

Parker: It’s like Christmas. See? I told you St. Nicholas is Santa Claus.

Sophie: No, he's not, Parker.

Parker: Well, who is he, then?

Sophie: St. Nicholas… is the patron saint of thieves.

the team is always there to support each other pass it on

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patron saint of thieves? ICONIQUE

#leverage #leverage 1.04 #leverage 1x04 #notable moments #mine #the miracle job #leverage season 1 #season 1

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Us, January 11

You can buy a copy of this issue for your very own at my eBay store: https://www.ebay.com/str/bradentonbooks

Cover: Diets That Work -- Julianne Hough

Page 2: Red Carpet -- Stars flex their right to bare leg in high-slit dresses -- Dua Lipa, Cynthia Erivo, Kristin Cavallari, Bebe Rexha, Sydney Sweeney 

Page 3: Nicole Kidman, Jennifer Lopez, Ariel Winter, Hailey Bieber, Shay Mitchell 

Page 4: Who Wore It Best? Olivia Wilde vs. Natalie Portman, Ashley Greene vs. Rachel Zoe 

Page 6: Loose Talk -- Barack Obama joking about quarantining with his daughter Malia’s boyfriend, Pink revealing she broke her ankle and had a staph infection in addition to testing positive for coronavirus, Amal Clooney joking to husband George Clooney about the time and effort she put into her new 1000-page legal book, Miley Cyrus on feeling like she really made it after Cher slammed her 2013 VMAs performance, Anderson Cooper on being a dad to 8-month-old Wyatt 

Page 8: Contents 

Page 10: Hot Pics -- Blake Shelton and Gwen Stefani stopped at the music studio together in Pasadena 

Page 11: Tiger Woods and son Charlie teamed up for the PNC Championship in Orlando, Vivica A. Fox during a tropical getaway in Tulum in Mexico, Joe Jonas and Sophie Turner took a stroll around the village and did some shopping in Mammoth Lakes, California 

Page 12: Paris Hilton and Carter Reum in Sherman Oaks, Niecy Nash showed support for Regina King at a drive-in event for her film One Night in Miami in Malibu, Candice Swanepoel in a white bathing suit in Miami 

Page 13: Duchess Camilla held a virtual royal engagement in London, Dancing With the Stars couple Sasha Farber and Emma Slater were in a great mood while out and about just days after becoming American citizens in L.A. 

Page 14: Stars They’re Just Like Us -- Matt James hit the golf course in Jupiter in Florida, Renee Zellweger with an armload of packages in L.A., pregnant Emily Ratajkowski sipped on a beverage during a beach day in L.A. 

Page 15: Molly Shannon hopped on her bike after withdrawing cash from the ATM in L.A., Sandra Lee taking out the trash at her new place just days after moving out of the N.Y. home she shared with her ex Gov. Andrew Cuomo in Malibu

Page 16: Seeing Double -- mom match with their mini-me’s -- Serena Williams and daughter Alexis Olympia Jr., Sutton Foster and daughter Emily, Gabrielle Union and daughter Kaavia, Kylie Jenner and daughter Stormi, Cardi B and daughter Kulture 

Page 17: Kourtney Kardashian and daughter Penelope, Tamera Mowry-Housley and daughter Ariah, Eva Longoria and son Santiago, pregnant Kelly Rowland and son Titan 

Page 18: Lady Gaga’s hair looks great in all hues 

Page 20: Love Lives -- Lauren Burnham and Arie Luyendyk Jr. welcoming twins 

Page 21: Kevin Jonas commemorated his 11th wedding anniversary with wife Danielle by sharing a photo of the two posing at the very spot they met, Chrishell Stause is defending her new romance with Keo Motsepe against all of the conspiracy theories, Jamie Lee Curtis and Christopher Guest’s love was built to last 

Page 22: Just days after Shia LaBeouf was sued by his ex FKA Twigs for sexual battery and assault and emotional distress Shia was spotted making out with Margaret Qualley at LAX airport -- they’re very much in the honeymoon phase and Margaret’s totally smitten and she trusts he’s not the bad guy people say he is but Margaret’s loved ones are concerned about her new beau especially her mother Andie MacDowell who’s keeping an extremely close watch on the situation and if Shia so much puts a foot out of line she’ll come down on him like a ton of bricks -- Shia insists he’s a changed man and that he’ll never go back to those dark days ever again 

Page 23: Life behind bars hasn’t been easy for Mossimo Giannulli and he’s having a rough time -- he’s in Covid-19-related protective custody and spending almost all of his time in his cell has been very mentally taxing but he’s doing his best to stay positive by reading, writing letters to his family and planning future business ventures and turning to prayer when he feels weak 

* After relapsing in December John Mulaney is hoping to make 2021 a better year and he’s committed to a total change of lifestyle -- John who has been vocal about his decades-long substance abuse struggles and he had been on a really long run of bad habits that had turned his life upside down but his family and friends are standing by his side and they’re proud that he’s finally getting the help he so desperately needed for quite some time 

* Keeping Up With Us -- Maren Morris has officially cancelled her upcoming tour due to the ongoing coronavirus pandemic and is in the midst of working on her third album, Rachel Zoe was scarred for life after her 9-year-old son Skyler fell 40 feet from a ski lift, TikTok star Charli D’Amerlio and her family are getting their own reality series, Wilmer Valderrama and his fiancee Amanda Pacheco are expecting their first child, six months after The Weeknd put his Hidden Hills mansion on the market for $25 million his asking price has been slashed to just under under $22 million 

Page 24: A Day in Our Life -- Sistine and Sophia Stallone 

Page 25: Ariana Grande and Dalton Gomez are engaged -- she’s beyond excited and they are so in love and committed to spend the rest of their lives together and her loved ones approve of the real estate agent

Page 26: What Leah Remini Knows -- actress and Scientology critic Leah is calling out Tom Cruise for his on-set freak-out 

Page 28: Reality Bites -- these stars got their first moments in the spotlight appearing on unscripted TV shows -- Lady Gaga, Cardi B, Laverne Cox, Kesha 

Page 29: Aaron Paul, Josh Henderson, Emma Stone, Jamie Chung 

Page 31: Cover Story -- Survival of the Fittest -- how the hottest stars get and stay in shape -- Halle Berry 

Page 32: Julianne Hough, Jessica Simpson, Carrie Underwood 

Page 33: Weight Loss Winners -- Rebel Wilson, Tiffany Haddish, Adele 

Page 34: Jennifer Aniston, Gal Gadot 

Page 36: Kaley Cuoco, Jennifer Lopez 

Page 37: Power Couples -- Thom Evans and Nicole Scherzinger, Gabrielle Union and Dwyane Wade, Mark Consuelos and Kelly Ripa, Camila Cabello and Shawn Mendes 

Page 38: My Healthy Routine -- Kristin Cavallari, Miranda Kerr 

Page 39: Reese Witherspoon, Vanessa Hudgens 

Page 40: Style -- shades of glory -- Pantone’s Color of the Year for 2021 is actually two defining hues -- wear Illuminating Yellow and Ultimate Gray in myriad ways 

Page 42: Entertainment -- Gina Torres on her role on 9-1-1: Lone Star 

Page 43: 2021 movie preview 

Page 46: Fashion Police -- Gwen Stefani, Ashley Roberts, Lily Collins 

Page 47: Saweetie, Gavin Rossdale, Bella Thorne 

Page 48: 25 Things You Don’t Know About Me -- Brian Austin Green 

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