#plus andy is weak

[ruumiinlaulaja]

Stolas going insane was hilarious af.

[pretty-little-mind33]

James Potter x plus-sized!fem!reader

Summary: When you overhear some of James's friends comment on your weight, James comforts you.

Genre: Fluff, hurt and comfort 🤧💗

Warnings: insecurities, bullying over someone's weight, reader's weight is heavily implied (obviously), crying, swearing, protective!James <3

JAMES POTTER MASTERLIST

You hear a snarl, "Did you see what she had for dinner?" Andy laughs loudly, "It isn't surprising she's fat, huh?"

Your heart sinks.

Benjamin hums in approval and adds, "I wonder what James even sees in her."

Their words echo around your head as you twist and turn your way around tables to find James again. He's laughing like a little boy when you see him, his smile so wide it's almost obnoxious as he rests his arm on top of your empty chair.

His cheeks look dusted pink from the wine he'd drank. He's so handsome, you think, and when you see the cake you had wanted earlier your cheeks become warm.

Quiet as a mouse, you slide into your chair and James turns to send you a grin. You send him a weak smile in return and then look down at the small plate in front of you. Raspberry Cheesecake. Your favorite. You look around. None of the other girlfriends have ordered any desserts.

You glance nervously at James again. He's chatting with his friends and he looks so happy. He's been so generous to you all evening, letting you pick anything on the menu because yes this was his teams' celebratory dinner, but as your boyfriend he wouldn't even think of letting you pay for yourself.

Guilt hits you hard. While his teammates girlfriends' had ordered lighter meals, you honestly didn't think much of it when you ordered a larger one. You didn't have the chance to have lunch, and those french fries sounded incredibly delicious.

You pick up your spoon and immediately, your lower lip trembles. Quickly, you sink your teeth into it and the pain soothes your sudden need to burst into embarrassed tears. When James's hand comes to your thigh, a gesture so mundane for him, you jump.

James turns his head and leans in closer to your ear, "What's wrong, darling?" he asks in a whisper, his thumb drawing circles on your skin. When you don't respond like you usually do by leaning in closer to him, he pulls away and looks at you seriously. His eyes bounce around all your features as if he's trying to understand if you're injured or upset.

"It's nothing," you mumble and look at your plate, "I'm just not hungry anymore."

James frowns. "Are you sure? I know this is your favorite," he winks with a teasing smile, recalling how happy you looked when you saw it on the menu.

You nod, freezing when you hear Andy and Benjamin walk back from the restroom. When they sit next to their girlfriends: their gorgeous, slim, girlfriends, you want to wither away as you suddenly feel like an elephant in the same maroon velvet dress you'd felt so pretty in earlier.

Immediately sensing your discomfort, James's smile disappears. He turns to his teammates and then glances at you as he takes your hand, squeezing it. "I'll get you a box, my love. And then I'll pay and we can go home, mmhm?" he says but you shake your head.

"No, you can finish your dinner, Jamie," you insist, your voice small. You don't want to ruin this for him.

James doesn't listen because soon, he's helping you out of your chair, your cheesecake in a box in his hand, as he says his goodbyes to his friends. You feel Andy and Benjamin staring as you leave and, on instinct, you let James walk further in front of you so you don't embarrass him.

However, James's arm links around your waist and moves you in closer to him the moment the fresh evening air hits your skin. You bump into his chest and feel the familiar warmth of his lips press against your temple as he inhales your scent.

"I love you," he says.

You don't answer, instead curling your arms around your stomach protectively. James drops his hand and asks, "Hey, are you cold, lovely?"

You stay quiet again, opting to chew on the inside of your cheek.

James takes your elbow and spins you around so you're facing him. You can't look him in the eyes as your arms hug around you. James gently moves you so you're boxed into the building and his arm as he bends his head to you a little.

"Hey, what's wrong? What happened? Talk to me," he holds your chin in his hand and makes you look at him. When he sees how glossy your eyes are, his heart breaks. "Oh, love," his voice is smooth and you can hear the sadness in his words.

At this, you can't help the tears that rapidly cascade down your cheeks. You try wiping them with your palm so he won't see them but it's no use because James has already taken you into his arms and you're practically sobbing into his chest now. You feel him inhale sharply as his hand strokes the back of your head, his fingers intertwining into your hair. He's cooing small, confused, praises into your ear as he holds you.

You can hear in his voice that he doesn't understand, "Baby, please, what happened?" he asks again and his heart shatters even more when he hears your hiccuped cry.

You shake your head into his chest.

I wonder what James even sees in her.

Benjamin's words won't leave your mind and the tears continue to fall.

"Is it something I did? Because if it is, I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry I'm making you cry."

You pull away hearing this, shaking your head more frantically as snot runs down your nose. "No James, it's not y-you." You whimper and James uses his free hand to thumb at the tears near your eyes.

"Then what happened?" he asks again.

You look away, suddenly embarrassed, "I- am I- I too fat for you?"

The question is immediately followed by a deafening silence as James's hand slides from your cheeks. You can see his eyes bounce around your face, searching for any sign that you're making a joke. He can't imagine you actually mean what you've just asked him.

"Y/n, why would you ask me that?!" James manages to ask. He sounds upset.

Your lip trembles and the tears resume, "Some of your friends," You start and James's eyes narrow, "I - I heard them make some comments about what I had for dinner and h-how you deserve someone prettier, slimmer and — "

"Who said that?" James interrupts you, his voice stern.

"I mean, they didn't say it in those exact words."

"Who was it, Y/n?" James repeats. He couldn't give any fucks what exactly his friend had said, all he needed to know was that whatever those assholes had said it made you cry, no sob, into his chest.

"It doesn't matter," you sniff, looking away from your boyfriend, "They're right. You deserve someone better than me, someone prettier. You're way out of my league. I have always known that," you force out a heartbroken laugh.

James's voice breaks. "How can you say that?"

He holds your cheek in his hand. Your cheeks warm up as your eyes widen, surprised by the passion and emotion in his movements as James plants a sloppy kiss on your forehead.

He sprinkles kisses all across your face. "Fuck, I love you. I don't want anyone else," His hand slides under your chin and tilts your head up just slightly so he can make sure you're looking at him again. "I'm the one who doesn't deserve to call someone as beautiful and kind as you, mine." He kisses your lips delicately.

You clutch at James's arm, voice shaky when you ask, "So you don't think I'm too fat,"

James shakes his head instantly and presses his forehead against yours, "Oh baby, no. You aren't. There is no such thing when love is involved. I love you like this and I'll love you whatever you decide to look like in the future."

You let him hold you, nuzzling into him as finally your tears start to calm. James's body is warm and it sends goosebumps up your skin. "I love you," you whisper, wanting to hear him say it too.

James doesn't hesitate, "I love you. I absolutely adore you," his lips find your cheek and he kisses you again. He pulls away and looks into your eyes. "Please don't cry like this again, you don't know how much it breaks my heart," his hand comes to push some hair away from your eyes. "Now, can you tell me who put those stupid ideas in your head so I know who I have to beat up?"

You can tell he's only half joking and you chuckle. "I promise it doesn't matter."

"Matters to me," He grumbles but doesn't push you to answer. He turns you around and pulls you in closer by your waist as he continues to walk you home.

Once you arrive at your apartment, you convince James to stay the night – or rather you ask since it didn't take much convincing at all.

As you sit on the couch, waiting for him to come so you can start your movie, James walks into the room with your cheesecake and a spoon. You look up, a small smile curling your lips.

"I said I wasn't hungry," you move over and let him sit next to you.

"Oh shush," James rolls his eyes and hands you the plate. He knows you too well for that excuse. You take the plate into your lap and then reach for the spoon.

James makes a tsk noise and holds it away from you. You pout. "Nuhuh, in this relationship we share," he says, grinning, and lowers his hand in front of you. With a click of metal, just like a magician, he reveals another spoon behind yours and you smirk.

"Prick," you mutter and snatch one of the spoons from him. Despite your insult, you adjust your position so James can easily access the cheesecake.

You turn away from him and take a mouthful as you exaggerate a moan and James scoots closer. He does the same and he also grins.

"Delicious," he says and looks at you. With his spoon, he gently taps your nose. "You have some here, love," he teases as if he isn't the one who just smudged cheesecake all over you.

You lean in and playfully rub your nose over his shirt, which earns a groan as James tries to push you away. "Hey! I like this shirt," he whines.

"You can wash it tomorrow, don't be a baby," you tease him. With a smirk, James takes the plate from you and moves it further from your reach. You frown. "And don't take the cheesecake hostage because you're angry with me."

You reach over to take another spoonful of the dessert, however James intercepts your actions as he swoops under your arm and kisses you.

You laugh into his mouth and feel James grin against your lips. He pulls away and he sounds more serious when he smiles and says, "Next time I want to celebrate just us, mm? Just like this," he kisses you again.

You smile. "That I can do. Now hand over the cheesecake now, or I swear I'll – " James interrupts you with yet another kiss, which earns him one of those giggles he loves so much.

[contentloadinggg]

Having a cute night in with Andrew and Elwood where you smoke get high and giggle and cute and maybe it gets smutty?

Okay, my intentions started good, alright? But then it sorta just fell into something more horny. I just took the smutty and ran with it. Hope this is still enjoyable though :). -Thad💚

Warnings: Nipple play, bit of praise, few stupid lines from Andrew and mention of drugs.

Little fic under the cut (~500 words) 18+ plus only, you’ve been warned. 🤍

Elwood hopped up next to you on the couch as you curled up to Andrew’s side. The man instinctively puts his arm around you to pull you even closer. His movements are heavy and slow, his body sinking further into the couch as it does the warmth of the high in his head. Making it feel all hazy and cloudy.

“You know what sounds really good right now?”

“What?”

“Tortellini.”

Andrew answers, sighing like he’s daydreaming of the noodles in his brain.

“You’re so stupid.”

“Yeah, stupid for you.”

He replies with a surprising sweet giggle. Leaning into you and pressing his face into your neck. Elwood barks, following Andrew’s example by pushing his snout between your faces to lick at your nose.

Both you and Andrew groan with a fond annoyance. He doesn’t even bother trying to take his face from your neck. Only making the weak attempt to push Elwood away with a lazy hand.

“Go— Go outside.”

He groans as you giggle in amusement. Eventually, Elwood gets the hint to hop off the couch. Going trotting down the hall with a very human grumble to let you know his displeasure.

“Okay, back to the show.”

A giggle at his own stupid jokes breaks up his words. But he quickly silences himself by kissing the skin over your neck. Following along the tendons that flex as you hum and tilt your head back. He makes his own hum of satisfaction in response. Taking the chance to drag his teeth over the thin, stretched skin causing you to shiver.

“Andy, what are you doing?”

“I’m hungry, and you taste good.”

His words are mumbled into your skin. Allowing you to feel the slight buzz of his lips against your neck.

“You’re so fucking cheesy when you’re high, you know that?”

His large hands run beneath your shirt and push it up as he only makes a noise of acknowledgment in response. Andrew presses lightly into your stomach, guiding you onto your back with his face level to the bare skin he’s exposed. The rush of cooler air causing goosebumps over your body and a shiver of your spine. Everything is quickly heightened by the brush of his hot breath. Your nerves tingle with the change of temperature.

Andrew pushes your shirt up past your chest. His eyes follow every curve of your form.

“So, so gorgeous.”

He murmurs, leaning forwards to tease a nipple with his tongue. He says he doesn’t have a thing for it, but he does. Tongue skillfully flicking at the quickly hardening bud. A shudder of satisfaction going through him as you squirm a little and moan.

“Such nice sounds and I’ve barely even started.”

He says in a particularly impressed whisper. Perhaps a bit proud of himself. His tongue teasingly circles your nipple a few more times before latching on. The warmth of his mouth sends a shocking amount of pleasure through you. Leaving you unable to stop the mewl from slipping from your lips.

A pop comes from the now slick connection of his mouth and your nipple. The idea of more pulls a whine from you.

“C’mon, Andy.”

You urge him on, lightly tugging on his hair.

“Not yet, baby, I said I was hungry. And I want to devour you. One piece at a time.”

[sgiandubh]

Product placement

After months of zero fangagement, there She comes, with a very classical product placement tutorial of sorts:

Not for the weak budgets, stans:

Or, if you want to go Pro, that's really eye-watering (40 days in Indochina, my style, no brainer what I pick):

Plus you have to buy refills of the Oxygen Mist and Glide every month, to make it really effective:

But it's magically good for many things, from scars to peau d'orange to crow's feet, you name it - they solve it.

Her crowd already started fawning, unaware of the price tag potential shock. I mean, let's compare with the totally iconic Andie MacDowell:

Mmmph:

Meanwhile, Peskov, Putin's main spokesperson, considers that Russia and NATO are now 'in direct confrontation'.

But sure, why not. And as always, people will fail to see the obvious fact that These Two steer their ship around the same waters (product placement, mild influencing).

Funny how we now have C the Influencer. Where did FMN gin go? Sag mir wo die Blumen sind, heh. Just an old favorite, don't pay attention to Marlene and me.

PS: she looks splendid, that being said.

[bluespring864]

"But now it's different."

Q. I appreciate you're probably going to be sick of talking about him at some point, but I'm curious, since you have been working with Andy, has there been anything about his perspective towards tennis or even towards your past matches that have surprised you?

„Just, overall, very nice [smiles] and strange feeling to have him on the same side of the court, you know, we’ve been rivals for twenty plus years and always kind of kept secrets from each other, the way we practiced, the way we prepared, the way we approach the matches, you know, you never wanted to show weakness [chuckles] to your main opponents, your rivals, but now it’s different. We spent eight, nine days together and we shared a lot of information even before we met and then together, for those eight, nine days was really great quality time on and off the court, getting… getting to know each other, I think, on a different level, that we haven’t had a chance to in the past twenty years. Um, so to have a legend of the game, someone that is known to be as an intelligent tennis player as there is out there is a great honour, a great pleasure for me. So, I love talking to him about the nuances, the details, uh, how I can improve my game… how I can, yeah, gain an inch [of] court positioning more to my opponent; and every bit of percentage counts at the highest level. So, what I’ve been getting from him already is really positive but, you know, we haven’t spent too many days on the court together so I look forward to having him in Melbourne.

Novak Djokovic at the Brisbane International 2025 Press conference on December 31, 2024

[zepskies]

Devour Me - Part 2

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus-Sized/Latina!Reader 

Summary: When you and Dean start to press each other’s buttons, both of your tempers ignite. To make up for it, you give him an impromptu salsa dancing lesson…one he didn’t exactly ask for. (18+)

AN: Here's Part 2! **Read Devour Me: Part 1

Song Inspo: “Yo No Se Mañana” by Luis Enrique. But really it’s “Ven Devórame Otra Ves” by Lalo Rodriguez. (You’ll see why.) 🤭

Word Count: 5,400

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Blood, character death and violence, smutty smut, angst, Dominican slang, and tons of sexy fluff.

☕ Midnight Espresso Masterlist

Part 2: "Telenovela Style"

Your resulting scream of agony is as unforgiving as the ground when your knees buckle, hitting the hard cement.

Andy grips you with the strength of a monster. 

Then he holds you down as he drinks your blood. 

No matter how you struggle and whimper, you can’t push him off, and you’re getting weaker by the second.

Until Andy is ripped away from your neck, and is taken care of the way all vampires must be. He doesn’t even feel the blade coming. 

When you’re able to look up, Dean stands above you with thinly veiled fury. He doesn’t have time to consider what he’s just done. 

He bends to gather you up into his arms, all the while trying to stamp down the panic clenching his heart. He calls your name, but you can only make weak sounds as your bleary eyes meet his. 

“Dean,” you manage. The ragged wound in your neck is bleeding profusely down your chest and shoulder, seeping into your shirt. He takes your hand and clamps it hard against your neck, even though it makes you whimper.

“Gotta stop the bleeding,” he says, apologetic but firm. “Keep pressing.”

In your stupor of pain, you don’t realize that your screech woke the entire nest. Dean has to lock up his worry; he looks up and finds his brother and Cas already fighting a hoard of angry vampires. 

Dean carries you over to them and lays you down against the wall with the other humans. He keeps a protective line in front of you, but he decapitates a vampire before she can sink her fangs into Sam next.

The two of them work together, and with Castiel’s smiting power behind them, the angel and the two men are able to clear the rest of the nest. 

By the end, only you and two of the women being held captive are still alive. The third girl’s heart just finally gave out. Sam takes the survivors to the nearest hospital. 

Meanwhile, Castiel approaches where you sit up against the inside of the barn, barely awake, while Dean kneels with you, holding you to his chest. He meet’s Cas’s blue-eyed request with a nod. So Cas stretches out a hand and touches two fingers to your forehead. 

You’re healed in an instant. Dean marvels, like he always does when Cas displays his power. Dean is able to breathe a little easier, the vice grip on his heart easing as he touches your neck.

The tan skin is once again smooth, if still stained with blood. You blink back into wakeful consciousness. 

He shifts so he can see your face. “You okay?” 

You meet his eyes but can only nod. His jaw is still tight and tense, and you can’t blame him. 

You know you’ve messed up. Big time. You nearly got everyone killed, including yourself…and now, you have to tell a mother that her son is dead. 

Dean helps you up, holding you by your arms and waist until you’re steady on your feet. You have a hard time meeting his eyes, but when open your mouth to apologize, he beats you to it. 

“I hope you’ve learned your damn lesson,” he says. 

Your gaze snaps up to his. “Excuse me?”

Dean’s hands go to his hips as his brows raise at you. 

“Next time, when I tell you to hang back, I mean that shit. Hang the hell back,” he all but growls. 

You tilt your head at him as your irritation begins to spark. Meanwhile, Castiel is the one who backs up as he glances between you and Dean uncertainly.

“I made a mistake, but that doesn’t give you the right to tell me what to do,” you shoot back. “I was a hunter long before I met you.” 

“Yeah, well, color me surprised that you’ve made it this long,” he snaps. 

Your temper flares hotter. “You know, you’re not so goddamn perfect either.” 

“Never said I was,” Dean says. “But when my gut tells me something ain’t right, I need you to fucking listen. Otherwise, we get a day like today.”

His words are edged with grit by the end of his little rant, and you don’t appreciate it. Your lips purse in anger.

“I don’t care what that legendary gut tells you,” you sass back. “I’m not a little girl, and you’re not my damn father!”

Dean raises incredulous brows at the way you’re shouting at him. He crosses his arms. 

“What’s this, some kind of Latina temper?” he asks snidely. 

You truly become incensed at that. 

“Oh, you want to take it there?” you ask, as your eyes narrow. Your Dominican cousin comes out of you in that moment, compelling your mouth with her slang. “Que sin vergüenza tú eres. Sigue jodiendo, coño. Entonces tú vas a ver quien soy yo.”

Dean won’t admit it, but in that moment, he’s a bit intimidated by the quiet threat in your voice. Still, his fuse is lit, and he’s way beyond curbing his internal filter.

“Oh, I’m sorry, does this telenovela-style tongue lashing come with subtitles?” he snarks. 

You let out an incredulous breath. Your eyes begin to sting.

“You’re such an asshole!” you shout back. There, understand that?

You turn away from him before your frustrated tears can fall, but you stop short once you notice Castiel dragging out the bodies of the dead…including Andy. Your throat constricts, and you begin to stalk out of the barn. 

Dean calls your name in frustration. 

“What?” you hiss. 

The only thing that makes him hesitate is seeing the state of you when you turn back around. His anger crumbles, and maybe something in him breaks when he sees your tears. They’ve welled up in your eyes, and a few of them carve a path down your cheeks. 

You’re still covered in your own blood, and he hates it. He hates it more than anything. 

Later, you see the state of yourself when Sam returns with the Impala. In the reflection on the backseat window, you see the blood dried down your neck, staining nearly half of your shirt.

You see the black rings of your mascara and eyeliner around your eyes. You look a mess, and you try to wipe underneath your eyes. It’s a fruitless effort.

After you all finish burning the bodies, Dean starts the long drive home. You insist on stopping to tell Rachel Campbell about her son, but Sam says he already took care of it when he drove into town. 

You frown, but you no longer have the energy to be angry. You further withdraw into yourself, and your lower lip trembles as you look out the window. Through the rearview mirror, Dean sees more tears slipping down your face.

What Sam told him (but he won’t tell you), is what one of the survivors said. One of the mated pairs had taken Andy…to “adopt” a son of their own. 

That night is quiet and tense in Dean’s room. You have to wash your hair all over again, and scrub the blood and grime from your body until only your skin remains. But you don’t have the energy to do more than braid your wet hair afterwards and pull on your lucky Journey shirt, which is still full of holes. 

Dean knows that it’s bad when you need the “dreamcatcher,” as he’s called it in his head. You’ve never had a nightmare while wearing that shirt, or so you claimed a while back. 

You wear it over some long pajama pants instead of your usual shorts, or better yet, nothing at all. But he can see what kind of mood you’re in. Things are unsettled as you both get ready for bed in silence. 

He notes the way you turn to face the other side in bed, maybe to avoid him. Though if you really wanted to do that, you could’ve gone to your old room.

So in more ways than one, Dean takes some solace in the fact that you’re still next to him. And he decides to give you some time and space. 

He goes to bed and tries in vain to sleep.

In the morning, Dean’s woken by the familiar smell of coffee…and the less familiar sound of loud salsa music. 

What the fuck?

After he brushes his teeth, he puts on his robe and slippers and heads down to the kitchen, where he finds you in a seemingly better mood. You’re mopping the floor, of all things. You’re out of your pajamas, instead wearing a loose shirt that falls off your shoulder and some spandex shorts. 

“Yo no se mañana…yo no se mañana. Si estaremos juntos, si se acaba el mundo,” you sing softly along with the music as you dance from the kitchen to the living room. Your phone is connected to a Bluetooth speaker on the coffee table. 

Dean starts to smile, crossing his arms as he leans against the doorway to watch you.

At an instrumental break with a run of conga drums and trumpets, you pause in your mopping to do a little twirl as you dance, with a soulful roll of hips and a flair of salsa steps. It makes Dean’s smile kick up into a smirk.

He walks in on purposefully light feet until he’s sidled up behind you in the living room.

“Nice moves, Shakira,” he quips. 

It startles a shriek of surprise out of you as you whirl around. Dean’s smile hikes up into a grin, but it soon fades when he remembers the way your scream rang through his ears last night. The way his heart dropped into his stomach, and his head swiveled at the sound. And he saw you go down hard. 

Then the rest of it tumbles through his mind—what he had to do afterwards in order to save you. How he’d did it without really thinking, his panic and determination blocking out almost everything else when he’d grabbed the kid. The monster, he forcibly reminds himself. 

“You trying to give me a heart attack?” you ask with a hand on your heart. 

Dean forces himself to smile a little. “Sorry. But might I remind you, not everyone here’s an early bird.”

You give him a wry look.

“You’re the only one around here who sleeps past 10 a.m. Cas dipped out a while ago, and Sam’s on a run.” 

But you graciously grab your phone to lower the music to a more bearable level. Dean doesn’t yet know this about you, but this—listening to music, dancing, cleaning—it’s all your way of coping…and releasing as much of your pain, terror, and regret from yesterday as possible. 

You then look up at him more guarded. The two of you exchanged a lot of unsavory words last night. In fact, it may just be the worst fight you two have ever had in almost three years of knowing one another.  

Dean senses the shift in you, and his amusement fades. He just can't let things stay like this. He won't.

He hazards drawing closer and touching your arm.

“Look…I’m sorry for snapping at you yesterday. I know I was being a dick,” he says. “You’ve just gotta understand something.”

You wait for him to continue with furrowed brows, sensing that whatever he’s about to say is hard for him. 

“There’s a reason I don’t do this. The uh, relationship thing,” Dean continues, clearing his throat. His thumb swipes along your arm. “It’s not just this job. It’s my fucked up life. I tried to warn you before—” 

“Dean,” you say with a sigh, but he raises his hand. 

“Please, just…let me say it,” he says. “You know the spiel. But things can change on a dime. Even on a damn milk run, like a dusty nest of vamps.”

You know that. You know you could’ve died yesterday, and he doesn’t need to remind you of that fact. Before you can start to get petulant again though, Dean continues. His jaw is working, like this next part is more difficult for him to admit.

“Trust me when I say, us being together is dangerous, for both of us,” he says. “For a while I, uh…I started to think Sam and I were better off alone.”

That casts you into dismay. Because you know Dean isn’t lying. He’s really contemplated spending the rest of his life devoid of love, so he won’t have to lose it. 

Dangerous, for both of us.

You realize then what Dean’s really saying. He’s afraid…afraid to lose you. You see it in his furrowed brows, the downturn of his lips, and whatever pain he’s trying to hide in the depths of his eyes. 

And just like that, the water works start. You can’t quite keep your tears at bay as you hold onto his shirt. He lets out a resigned sigh as he holds you by your arms. 

“You don’t have to cry for that,” he says, a bit teasing. 

“Have you met me?” you sniff. But you manage to look up at him with your glassy eyes. “I’m sorry too. God, I’m so sorry, Dean.” 

Your fist clenches in his shirt when you remember Andy, latched onto your neck, and how Dean had to save you. You know he’s remembering it too when his brows furrow, and his gaze falls away. You reach a hand for his cheek.

“I know I fucked up,” you admit. “I was working with my heart, not my head. I just…”

You wanted so badly to help that kid and his mother. You also know that Dean understands; you see it in his eyes. He holds your hand to his cheek and brushes his thumb across the back of your hand.

“I know,” he says. “I really am sorry, baby.” 

The problem is, you didn’t just see your own mother in Rachel. She hadn’t been much older than you. And when you imagine a life beyond hunting, more than anything (no matter how much you shove down the idea), you really do want a family of your own someday. 

It’s just…days like yesterday remind you why that could be a very bad idea. 

More of your tears bubble over, and you head willingly into Dean’s arms. “Me too…”

He holds you tighter than ever. His hands rub down your back, tangle in your hair, and he drops his lips onto your hair. You sniffle, wiping your face dry in his shirt. And for a while, the two of you have peace in the relative quiet. 

Music still plays from the speaker though. And when another salsa song starts to play on your playlist, you start swaying. A smile works its way onto Dean’s face. 

“You can’t help yourself, can you?” he teases.

You smile into his chest. “We should go dancing sometime.”

Dean just laughs. “Oooh, no.”

“Oh, yes,” you reply, batting your lashes up at him. You slip a hand on his shoulder and into one of his hands. He’s forced to hold you as if the two of you were about to start Fred Astair-ing across the living room. 

“Have you ever danced before?” you ask. “Like real dancing.” 

“Not salsa, I’ll tell you that,” he quips. 

“That’s okay. I’ll teach you,” you reply with a coquettish smile. “It’s just a few simple moves.”

Dean gives you a wan look. “You made it look anything but simple.”

You blush at that, but you meet him with a pout of disappointment. You don’t let up, even when Dean frowns. He huffs at you in resistance.

“No,” he insists. You just brush a gentle thumb along his neck, biting your lip in askance.  

But the longer he stares at your beautiful, hopeful eyes, the more cracks form in his resolve. 

Eventually, Dean breaks with a sigh, and a shake of his head. 

“You’re too much, you know that?” he mutters.

It’s then that you know you’ve won.

So with a happy squeal of excitement, you clap your hands and move to stand next to him so you can show him the basic steps of salsa dancing. 

You make him take off his robe and slippers, leaving in his shirt and plaid pajama pants. Then you instruct him for a few minutes, correcting his footing and getting him to move on a beat. You’re pleasantly surprised that he has some rhythm.  

Dean sighs once again. How the hell did we get here? Heat crawls up the back of his neck as embarrassment starts to set in. 

“This is fucking ridiculous,” he grumbles.

“You’re doing good,” you encourage, with a growing smile. “Now come on, feel the beat in threes. One, two, three. One, two, three…”

Once he sort of has the basic steps and turns down, you move to stand in front of him. There you show him how to hold you, how he’ll move forward, and you’ll move back. It takes a little while, but you slowly move through the combinations, then do a little twirl underneath his hand. 

When he pulls you back in without faltering, you give him a beaming smile. “Very good!”

A subtle grin raises his lips at your enthusiasm. He also feels his face heating up at the praise.

But you pause when a certain song filters through the speakers. It’s an old one (and it never fails to make you blush), but you love it.  

“Ooh, yes,” you exclaim with delight, and you turn up the volume.

“What’s this one?” Dean asks.

“Ven Devórame Otra Ves,” you inform him. Not that he knows what that means. You sing along a bit with the first couple of verses while you encourage Dean to lead you in the dance. 

This song is just slow enough for him to attempt it, and the funny thing is, he doesn’t feel all that uncomfortable with the steps now. He’s starting to get a feel for how to move, both with his feet, and with his hands as he guides you by your waist, holding your hand close to his chest. Still, Dean’s also curious about the lyrics you’re singing. 

“What does it mean?” he asks.

You huff in amusement. “You sure you want to know?”

Dean raises a brow. “Well, now I gotta know.” 

You giggle at that, though you correct his steps when he leads with the wrong foot. 

“Okay. It’s about a guy who’s pretty much a player,” you say with a smirk. “His bed has been a revolving door of hot ass, but he keeps thinking about this one woman who used to have him turned inside out…”

Dean’s lips curve at the familiar image you’re conjuring. He manages to turn you under his hand, then pull you back to him in one smooth motion. He looks down at you with a deeper gleam in his eyes. You bite your lip, soothing your hand from his shoulder and down his arm.

As the song’s verses come, you translate for him. And for Dean, your voice in itself is a spell.

“Even in my dreams, he says, I thought I had you devouring me. And I dampened my white sheets remembering you,” you begin. Your words are smooth like black velvet. “In my bed, no one is like you, who draws my body on every corner, without a piece of skin left over.”

Dean is getting hot under the collar as you push away, dragging your fingertips along his back as you turn around him. When you come back into his line of vision, his attention is attracted to the sway of your hips, clad just in those little spandex shorts. He has to clear his throat a bit. 

You eventually return to him with a warm hand against his chest. 

“Ven, devórame otra ves. It means, come devour me again,” you continue, looking up at him from under your lashes, “Come punish me more with your desire. Because I kept my love for you…because my mouth has the taste of your body.” 

You smile at the laser focus of his green-eyed gaze. “Come devour me again.”

You push off with another little spin. When you reach for his hand, Dean yanks you back into him, eliciting a gasp. The move disorients you for a moment, but you giggle and hold onto his arms. Your hands glide up to rest on his shoulders. 

He’s holding you flush against him, and as you shift a thigh between his legs, you unintentionally graze against his hardening length. You look up at him with a smirk.

“You’re a little…stiff,” you say, both flirtatious and teasing. “Let’s loosen you up.”

You shake his shoulders out and try to get him to relax. Dean raises a wry brow, because you know damn well whose fault it is that his body is coiled tight. But you place his hands on your hips as you move back into the dance. 

“Feel what I’m doing there?” you ask. He looks down on you with growing heat.

“If I could do that, we wouldn’t be together,” he rumbles. 

You try to stifle a laugh as he pulls you in close again, just swaying for a bit. Soon enough, you grin knowingly when his hands start to slide lower on your ass. His head bows to yours, ready to meet you with a kiss. 

You stop him with your finger on his lips.

“Question: do you consider yourself more of a tits or ass man?” you ask him. You’re half teasing, but still curious. Dean snorts at the question. 

“More of a connoisseur,” he replies, smirking. 

“Ah.” You nod sagely, and you point between him and yourself. “So this is like a ‘sample the menu’ situation.”

Dean’s smirk deepens. “Sweetheart, you’re a goddamn buffet.”

You splutter laughing…and that’s when he finally pounces. He claims your lips with greedy passion. His hand winds into your hair, gripping tight and ruining what’s left of your loose ponytail. The strands coil around his hand in messy curls while he also gets a healthy grip of your ass through your thin shorts. 

You smile into his lips, even as you acquiesce to him guiding your head to the side, so he can slip his tongue against yours. You grip his arms more for stability while he manhandles you, kneading soft flesh and making pleasant tingles run up your spine. 

After a little while, his mouth burns a hot path away from yours. He noses down your neck, skimming his lips across your skin. It sets your nerve endings on fire and gets you breathing more shallowly in his ear. You cling to the back of his shirt, holding him close. 

Often he’s one to leave love bites of varying degrees, wherever he sees fit. But for a moment he stops at the crook of your neck, just pressing a lingering kiss.

He lets out a deep breath, and you realize he’s probably thinking about where you were bitten. The wound is gone, but it doesn’t change what’s imprinted in both of your minds.  

A softer smile grows on your face. You trail your fingers up into his hair, massaging the back of his neck. 

“I’m okay,” you remind him. Dean hums deep in agreement. You know, however, that he’s still thinking far too much.

So you slide your hands down, slow between the dips and planes of muscle in his back, and rest at his hips. Your thumbs delve under the hem of his shirt and tease the skin there. 

And you start slow, pressing wet, nipping kisses of your own to his neck while you inch his shirt up. You feel his smile on your neck. His grip on your hip flares to life. Still, he lets you tug his shirt up and over his head. Your loose shirt comes next, revealing the same black satin and lace bra you wore the first time he ever got you topless in his arms. 

A fan favorite. Dean grins. He reaches around to go for the clasp, but your firm push on his chest takes him by surprise.

He falls back onto the couch with a grunt, looking up at you then with raised brows. You’ve got a mischievous little smirk on your face that heats his blood and makes his cock twitch.

You take out the rest of your falling ponytail, shaking your hair out wild. Then you let your hands drift down your neck, over your clothed breasts, and finally to your little shorts.

Dean rubs his palms down his thighs and watches. A smirk forms across his lips as you slide the fabric down the curve of your hips. It leaves you in a red thong, familiar to him by the little tear it has on the front. (Again, his fault.)

You climb aboard his strong thighs to straddle his lap, using his shoulders as leverage as you sink down. You make sure to rub yourself teasingly against his clothed erection. He groans in appreciation. His hands fly to your soft, thick thighs and squeeze. 

“Aw, I like this,” Dean says, half on another moan as you grind down a bit harder on him. 

“Yeah?” you tease. You take his face in your hands and capture his lips with your own. Your tongue invades his mouth, and he welcomes you with a deep hum. It’s slow and hot at first, but Dean feels the loss of you when you break from his lips.

Instead, you treat him with the same trail of kisses he gave you, along the curve of his jaw and down his neck. But you don’t stop there.

Your hands move over his chest with purpose, tweaking over each hard nipple while your mouth burns a wet line down and down his sternum. Dean groans at your ministrations, but lets you leave his lap to slide down to the ground, between his thighs. 

“What’re you up to, baby?” he asks, despite having a very good idea of it. He catches the playful, yet determined gleam in your eye. 

You pause, briefly leaning back up to give him a heated kiss. You part from him with a grin. 

“Isn’t it obvious?” you ask. “I’m gonna devour you.”

Dean stares hard at you as goosebumps break out across his forearms. 

Oh, fuck yeah. 

A giggle bubbles in your throat at the expression on his face. But you continue, taking his pants down his legs first, before his boxer briefs. 

Dean’s body tenses in anticipation. You’ve gone down on him before, but somehow it’s different this time. He feels like every single one of his nerve endings stands at attention along with his dick. And you’re taking your sweet time working him up. 

Even when his cock is finally free, you sooth your hands down his legs first, maybe teasing him a bit as you drag your nails down his inner thighs. Dean makes a strained sound, though he tries to hide it by clearing his throat.

Your gaze flicks up to his with a little smile. He’s holding the back of the couch; his fingers are digging into the old cushion in effort to keep still for you. But his eyes stare into yours like a man starving. You know what you’re in for after you have your way with him, but for now, he’s quite literally under your control. 

So you take him in your hands first. Dean groans as you tease him with light touches, soft movements, your thumb slowly circling over the sensitive, weeping head of his cock. It's torturous enough to make him drop his head back against the couch, closing his eyes tight.

And suddenly, he blinks them open again.

“Shit,” he utters, when you finally take him into your mouth. Your tongue is soft and wet, your lips move over him steadily, and your hands caress whatever your mouth can’t take, even teasing his balls. 

You work him over relentlessly, until he can’t help but spill everything he has to give into your waiting mouth. When you suck off and swallow whatever remains, Dean’s heart stutters like syncopated conga drums. 

He shudders and struggles for breath afterwards, watching your every movement—from wiping your mouth to shooting him that satisfied little smirk. 

You press one last kiss to the inside of his thigh before you raise from where you’ve been kneeling on the hard ground. 

Dean manages to lean forward and helps you up by your elbows. But then he pulls you back into his lap and kisses you deeply. He doesn’t let up until you’re panting with him.

“Fuckin’ hell, sweetheart,” he manages to say. His voice is deep and laced with grit. 

He’s still panting heavily. You giggle and press your warming face into his neck. 

“What, now you’re shy?” he remarks. And he has to laugh. “Come back here.”

He brings your face back to him with a hand on your cheek. For a second, he just looks at you. His thumb strokes across your full, thoroughly kissed bottom lip.  

“Say it,” you encourage softly. “Whatever you’re thinking. Right now.”

A smile tugs at his lips. He can’t help but oblige you. 

“You’re too damn much,” he says again, both gruff and fond. Despite how you drive him up the fucking wall sometimes, he doesn't think it'll ever be enough for him, what he has with you.

Because this is something he'd almost given up on. Didn't think he'd get to have it. And it almost scares him, how much he wants you. How much he...

“I love you,” he says. His thumb traces along the familiar curve of your cheek.

It hasn’t been all that long, but he knows. You weaseled your way in without even trying. The least he can do for you is be honest.

Your fingers curl around his wrist, holding his hand in place. You tilt your head at him.

“Oh, yeah?” you ask. 

Dean hesitates, but he nods. “Yeah.”

A smile grows across your face. “Eh, I’m still on the fence.”

At his flat look, you laugh and lean in for a kiss. He allows it, a little petulantly. But you make up for it with sweet affection. Your gentle hands stroke down the column of his neck, down his chest. You then lean back so he can see your face.

“Yo te amo,” you whisper. “Te amo y te quiero, más que tú puedes creer y entender.”

Dean smiles. He doesn’t understand all of it, but he gets the important bits. He hears it in the tone of your voice. He sees it in your eyes. They shine with emotion, but mainly with love. 

Dean kisses your hand. He lets go, just so he can slip his hands around you to finally unhook your bra. He tosses it across the room without bothering to see where it lands.

You do though, and you meet him with a slightly narrowed gaze. 

“Are you making a mess of my clean bunker?” you tease. 

His lips curve as he kisses you again, while his hands each get a generous handful of your breasts. 

“Ah, hello, ladies." He grins. "Miss me?”

You can’t help but laugh. He’s such a dork sometimes.

But you hum when his thumbs brush over hardened nipples, then drag deliberate circles over them, and pinch just hard enough to make you whimper in pleasure. The sensation zips through you, enhancing the flood between your legs. 

“I fucking love that sound,” Dean mutters, and licks a hot path in the valley between your breasts. His lips move against your dewy skin when he says, “Do that for me again.”

When he takes a nipple in his mouth and nips a bit hard, you have to oblige him. Your voice rising high is music to his ears.  

So he goes for your panties next. You help him get them off and return to his lap. With a breathy moan, you revel at the feeling of his fingers probing into your wet heat.  

However, you and Dean have been too engrossed in one another to notice the door of the bunker unlocking, and heavy steps down the spiral staircase. 

It’s Sam who’s back from his run. Unfortunately, he soon has to shield his eyes upon reaching the living room. 

“Damn it, Dean!”

You yelp in surprise, but Dean laughs and holds you close to shield you from view. As a bonus, it presses your breasts against his chest. 

“All right, Sammy. Go to your room,” he chides playfully (but he means it). “The adults are havin’ a moment.”

Sam scoffs. “You’re having a moment on the goddamn couch!”

“Sorry,” you say, though it’s muffled in Dean’s neck. Your face is red hot with embarrassment. 

Sam rolls his eyes heavenward and tries not to see anything else on his way to his room. 

But Dean’s chuckle reverberates through your chest as his hand goes to your cheek. He encourages you to pull back, so he can see your face again. 

When he does, he smirks at the scarlet blush dusting your cheeks and neck. You bite your lower lip, but despite your embarrassment, you’re happy.

Your own words replay in your mind when you lean in for another kiss.

I love you, you’d said. I love you and I love you, more than you can believe and understand. 

AN: Yay! I hope you enjoyed Part 2 of the “Midnight Espresso”-verse! I loved writing this one so much. I know we're just doing fanfic here, but I genuinely put my heart and soul into this one. ❤️

Also, here are a couple of Spanish translations:

(Note: other Spanish-speaking countries may interpret certain words differently.)

[During their fight]: 

“Que sin vergüenza tú eres. Sigue jodiendo, coño. Entonces tú vas a ver quien soy yo.”

Translation:

“You’re shameless. Keep messing with me, damn it. Then you’re going to see who I am (<- This is Dominican slang. It essentially means fuck around and find out what I'm made of.).”

[Song lyrics: “Yo No Se Mañana” by Luis Enrique]: 

“Yo no se mañana…yo no se mañana. Si estaremos juntos, si se acaba el mundo.”

Translation:

“I don’t know tomorrow. I don’t know tomorrow. If we’ll be together, if the world will end.”

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Summary: You catch Dean red-handed—with one of his favorite episodes of Casa Erotica.

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[michelsens]

hihi :3

As an ardent fan of this blog and beloved mutual of yours, I believe I have a question that the one and only tumblr user michelsens can answer.

In early commiseration of whatever the fuck clay season was, and the dawn of the lovely, beautiful grass season I challenge you with the task of giving me the full Player Alex Michelsen Breakdown.

Consider it my full time request for you to hype up your boy and pitch him (shark tank stylez) to me as an enticing player to follow. Inclusion of his life/career history, commendable stats, important career points/progression, important rivalries, game style/approach/improvement, random facts about him that has nothing to do with tennis, implied narrative standings (a la great american men's tennis curse brought to you by Andy Roddick) and selective match analysis are very very welcomed. Enjoy <3

~Jay

Hi, Jay, and anyone else who wants to listen!

Long, long, long form yap ahead, be warned…

I feel I should start by pitching just his tennis (the good, bad, and the ugly)

Strengths:

As much as I call him mini Taylor, there are differences. A huge one being that he’s honestly very comfortable at net. For a baby giraffe on ice, he moves forward great. He volleys well, probably helped by his doubles play.

His serve can be lethal when it’s working. At times it does spray, but when it’s on, it’s a huge weapon. His first serve (not the absolute fastest, but placed very well- he doesn’t hit a million aces, but serves often go unreturned) is something he’s constantly trying to improve. His second serve is usually pretty great too. Second serve aces aren’t entirely uncommon, and having two or more in a match isn’t unheard of for him.

Do not hit to Alex Michelsen in the ad court. He will hit an inside out forehand winner and it will look ridiculous but you will not be able to get it. Or, the more likely thing (and probably what most people think of when they hear his name) is that he hits a backhand down the line winner.

When I tell you he will go backhand line from literally anywhere, and 90% of the time he makes it. Every match, comms feel the need to remind the audience that he’s “a natural lefty” but that “a lefty baseball swing is very similar to a righty backhand” and you can tell. The power and precision on his backhand is remarkable.

Weaknesses:

His side to side movement is very exploitable, which is relatively common among the lankier guys out there. This is a major aspect of his ineptitude on clay. Estoril feels like a timeline error. How’d he win that.

I hate to say this, but my boy is a bit of a choker. He will get broken serving for a match and he will get beaten after a first set bagel. It is a bit embarrassing.

This brings me to my last point, which is that his mentality could use a lot of work. The kid has the mindset of a 12 year old spelling bee contestant with generalized anxiety disorder crossed with Taylor Fritz. Which is to say. Not good. From behind? He’s fine. But the losses from ahead are both abundant and abundantly miserable.

Now, the delicious narratives…

I hope you know that I’m taking this to mean, “Ella, you amazing lady, would you please write me a detailed description of his whole tennis life with some tragedy mixed in?” And I respond, to this imagined request, with a “Yes, yes, of course!” And a tail wag.

Alex Michelsen started playing tennis when he was three years old- his backhand origin story is well known. He’s left handed in everything but tennis, even left footed. So he picked up a racket and swung it like a baseball bat and threatened to quit playing when his parents told him he should switch to hitting lefty. So he plays right.

He had a few idols. The usual suspects of course, Rafa, Roger, and especially Novak. He also watched Taylor Fritz and Gael Monfils. Plus, one Learner Tien, who apparently was the marvel of the Southern Californian junior tennis scene.

He came to the Tier1 Academy as a teenager, where he met his coach Eric Alexander Diaz, and finally began interacting with Learner (yippee!). This is the point in time when people started seeing that he was. Decent? He uses the word “good” in a very loose manner. Good, not great. Sometimes he even says he wasn’t good, or he never thought he would be. The fact is, he figured he’d go to college and see what happens.

He’s pretty good in the juniors. In 2022 he’s 17. He finally thinks maybe he’ll go pro one day. He’s runner up at the Australian Open doubles. He wins the Easter Bowl (essentially junior Indian Wells) in singles and doubles and qualifies for Wimbledon. He wins the Wimbledon doubles. He commits to the University of Georgia. He wins his first pro title (an ITF, doubles with Learner, and singles) in Michigan. He still has one more year until college. He thinks of himself as a kid.

It’s 2023. He grinds on the Challenger tour. Results? Mixed at best. He’s pretty much alone. Eric Diaz is still coaching him, now so is Jay Leavitt (also from Tier1), but he is away from friends, family, and the comforts of home. He plays the Chicago challenger completely by himself- the friend he was with loses early and leaves. He wins the tournament, the biggest of his career.

Newport was a last minute decision, but he made the right one. He plays it, makes the final, and loses it. Thats okay. No one expected him to win, he’s 18. He de-commits- maybe he can make it as a pro instead of a college player. He wins his first match at a major a few weeks later at the U.S. Open. He makes Next Gen finals (where he of course loses all three group stage matches).

2024. This was the year it all really gets good imo. He makes the third round at a slam for the first time at the Australian Open. He puts up a decent fight against Zverev. He beats De Minaur for his first top 10 win. He gets his first m1000 win against Munar at Indian Wells.

But then things go. Not great.

Clay season is pitiful. Demon murders him in the first round of RG- Alex wins three games. He loses early in his next four tournaments- one of which was a challenger. He loses first round at Wimbledon as well. From two sets to love up.

Then. The Summer of Washed Allegations Still! Alex!

Newport. He again loses in the final, this time after a championship point. Two weeks later he makes the doubles final in Cincinnati. The next week he loses in the final of Winston Salem. He wins a match at the U.S. Open before The Evil Unnamed Force kills him and his dad. That match also was pretty crazy at certain points!

The end of the season included wins against Tsitsipas and Hurkacz, a semifinal showing in Metz where he had a Just Like Dad moment, and another semifinal at Next Gen.

I know you started watching tennis at AO, so I’ll just leave it at that, with a few uhhh resources lol:

My Fav Alex Moments (shit he’s said lol)

Wimby 22 Jr Doubles Final

Newport 23 Semi (vs Isner)

AO 24 r2 (vs Lehecka)

Newport 24 Semi (vs Opelka)

Winston Salem QF (vs Eubanks)

USO 24 r1 (vs Spizzirri)

Metz 24 r1 (vs Gasquet)

AO 25 r1 (vs Tsitsipas)

[that-left-turn]

Do you know what the circumstances are of Norman complaining about characterisation in the main show? He apparently thought Daryl was characterised as weak or something, but why? Is it because he didn’t like the season 9/10 story that made Carol a queen while Daryl was lost in the woods? Or he didn’t like that Daryl was always chasing after Carol when she was grieving? If so, I don’t think we’ve got any hope because that was the last time most of us felt like Daryl felt like ‘the real Daryl’. When he was prioritising Carol and people he loved… and if Norman doesn’t like that version of Daryl, then we’ll never see him again.

S9 still had Maggie and Rick for the first block and there were a lot of inherited storylines that Angela Kang had to resolve, plus the influx of comic book characters, before the show fully transitioned to hers. Norman had expected to become the main character/star when Andy Lincoln left the show and let's just say it was a rude awakening for him when S10 centered the women's (Carol and Michonne) grief arcs.

Norman uses Daryl and the spinoff as an audition tape for the kind of roles he'd like to be cast in. Zabel is beholden to Norman for the showrunning job, so he won't contest poor story choices. He makes a lot of them all on his own, but as bad a writer as Zabel is, even he has to be able to see that a nearly 60-year old man can't pass for a guy in his thirties. As long as the showrunner is a mere puppet, we won't see the Daryl with whom the audience fell in love.

A showrunner has to manage wayward cast members, other EPs and the room, in addition to the studio and audience expectations. That's every bit as much a part of the job as writing. TWD Caryl needs a new showrunner who'll keep everyone accountable. Someone who'll listen to Melissa's input too and treat her with respect.

[nomsfaultau]

Daily ask №26!

The lambs wolves fear edition!

1. I would very much like to HUG. EVERY. SINGLE. DOPPELGANGER. (Aka the Not! Tommy, Wilbur and Techno) Are doppelgangers supposed to be somewhat evil entities who literally kill people? Yes. Do I want to hug them regardless? Absolutely. Will I die or get attacked? Possibly. Will I not think about the moral repercussions of being affectionate towards the personifications of chaos and evil? Nope. Your post made me too sad.

2. How did you get the idea for TLWF? Or ideas for certain things in the plot if there were andy prominent inspirations and you wanna talk about it.

3. How would the meet-up between the Fault crew and TLWF go? I assume that TLWF!Phil would be quite freaked out by everyone. Perhaps the dopplegang (actually I really like that name it's so silly) could yk get an example of the fact that supernatural beings can indeed live and love. Also am I wrong or are both Wilburs somewhat.. similar? Kinda? No idea I only know them through shitposts anyways.

4. What is TLWF!Techno doing? Like, the actual Techno I mean. He's possessed right? So is he like trapped in his own mind watching the whole thing play out? Is he dead? Is he idk, just temporarily not conscious?

5. If the dopplegang and the people they're replacing net up, not as enemies and without any context as to who the other is, do you think they'd get along? Like, if they met in different circumstances, could they have been friends?

1.Their evilness really depends on the imposter, and if they know you’re aware they’re a monster. “Wilbur” is mostly depressed and desperately trying to be Wilbur, and isn’t inclined to violence. He’s also the weakest of the bunch, dealing only in illusions and forcing the truth out of people. Dangerous socially, not physically. Becomes simulatenously more wary and more desperate for a hug if he knows you know. “Technoblade” is very deadly both as a physical fighter and with their legion of undead ghosts. But they’re unlikely to attack unless threatened or they can see some glory in it. If you know, they will kill you to prevent the knowledge being spread. Likely painful, but a very quick death. Now “Tommy” is the biggest threat, both because he’s extremely powerful and also bloodthirsty. He’s the closest to evil, though it’s also sorta a mask in a way since he’s from hell and it’s the only way you stay safe. Bit of a nurture situation. “Tommy” will very much enjoy slaughtering you though, so it’s not really a consolation and more background info. Slightly less likely to murder you if he doesn’t know you know. 

2.It came from 2 areas. A. I realized the dark sbi AUs I see always have Phil as the most powerful in control one. So I wanted one where he’s human and scared and panicking. Unfortunately Phil is gonna Phil and so the character almost immediately began scheming for a way to survive, save his children, and get revenge, but I TRIED. I can’t recall if the egg imposters had happened yet or if I knew about them, but, come on Phil would deffo sense his kids were replaced and do something about it. It’s weird becos he’s very much vulnerable, but also is manipulating the imposters. It’s for the survival of him and his kids, but also the imposters are increasingly obviously hella traumatized/abused and are willing to change for love so like. Mm. More interesting than initial plans but I’m still searching for weak and scared Philza. 

B. I have this DND character who is a changeling called Not Soren. He’s super duper messed up but is so bubbly and whimsy about it. Is obsessed with the human child they were sent to replace because obviously he’s perfect if both the kid’s parents and the archfae want them (unlike Not Soren). Anyway that was floating around in my head, plus working on the Lord, what fools these mortals be! Fae au and was like yeah sure this can be a fantasy setting too. “Wilbur’s” thing was down, and so I then came up with different types of children replacements from folklore. It was also originally just a random AU idea to toss out so I didn’t put in that much elbow grease, just went with a classic demon Tommy and ghost possession to fit Techno’s voices. 

3.First and foremost if this is after a certain arc Filbur is killing any double on SIGHT. But putting that monkey wrench away… PhiLambs is uncomfortable with the powerful guys, but they haven’t actively stolen his children and pretended to be them, just share some similarities, so he isn’t necessarily scared and angry against them, but is extremely guarded and cautious. And his fawn instinct is through the roof at this point so he’d act very friendly. Fhilza and The Blade would hear his heart rate and try to put him at ease. “Tommy” probably immediately tries to pick a fight with Fhilza when he discovers he can shape-shift and breathe fire too. Fhilza thinks of him like feral brat teen Filbur 2.0, and tolerates “Tommy” biting him. The Blade is just staring at the tiny scrawny child and is like….nahh that ain’t me. Thinks the ghost stuff is sick as hell. 

As for character growth, The Blade and Fhilza introduce “Tommy” that violence CAN actually be used to show love, just directed outwards not at your Dad. Which means Philambs is way safer and 100x more stressed. Oops. If we ignore Filbur’s testimonials, the anomalies can teach “Technoblade” that actually not all humans will betray you if given the chance. Now, getting them to trust Philambs more is debatably a good idea, but still. 

Hm. Not sure Fhilza would notice that Philambs is lying through his teeth when showing affection, since Fhilza usually needs to be pointed in the direction of a problem before he can help. But maybe Filbur notices and mentions it to him since well it’s not its problem but maybe someone should say something. And normally Fhil wouldn’t bother being nice beyond what’s polite, but well he doesn’t like when children are treated poorly so I think he’d poke about it. Like hell is Philambs opening up about th problem, but I think Fhilza’s advice is to just clap him on the shoulder and say ‘You had 3 kids. Now you have 6 good luck mate’ and walk off. Which might do a lot of good, especially since Philambs has now seen that monsters can be normal and unthreatening. 

The Wilburs have some overlapping characteristics, like desperately wanting to be human, neglected childhoods, charisma, trust issues. Main differences is “Wilbur’s” idol worship of Wilbur + insane self loathing. And when they first meet Filbur hisses and claws and Fhil, meanwhile “Wilbur” adores Philambs.

4.He’s part of the legion of ghosts now. Conscious, but not in control in the slightest, drowned out. Debatably dead? His body is wasting away at the very least. “Technoblade” cares deeply about Technoblade, but isn’t good at the having a body thing. 

5.Already “Tommy” and Tommy get along like a house on fire even despite the replacement. Absolute harbingers of chaos, though they butt heads on who’s leader. But also it’s fully likely that if “Tommy” met Tommy without the intention of replacing him, he’d just kill the kid for the lols. 

“Wilbur” could possibly encounter Wilbur if he escaped the Fae Wilds before being sent to impersonate. In which case he’s desperate for shelter, and probably doesn’t think he can earn it as himself. “Wilbur” would be impersonating some random guy when seeking help from Wilbur. Wilbur is kind enough to let him stay, and curious and clever enough to poke holes in whatever story “Wilbur” comes up with to explain why he needs help. With a little testing he figures out “Wilbur” is fae, but isn’t put off. The acceptance helps “Wilbur” start unpacking trauma and actually tell the truth. Wilbur probably isn’t the best person to help with that, but can go ‘that’s rough buddy, why don’t you go trauma dump on my Dad instead-’ 

“Technoblade” likes Technoblade, hence choosing him as a vessel. I think Technoblade would find “Technoblade” kinda boring tho tbh. They’re the type to get quietly intent upon a mission, and Technoblade can hyperfocus too obviously, but he’s a lot more conversational about it. And he’s not big on their thing with honor, and soldiers, since anarchy broooo. Alas, this TBH and IDK creature duo just don’t click. Which I think tracks since “Technoblade” and Technoblade have the starkest contrast between impersonator and original. I’ve distinctly tried to make the personalities between the dopplegangers and actual personas different, to various degrees. I want to capitalize on reader’s familiarity with SBI to get into the uncanny horror of this well and truly only pretending to be them. Similar, sure, and sympathetic, but ultimately only illusions of SBI.

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Court Of Public Opinion - Andy Barber x Reader (Part 5)

A/N: This is the sequel series to Memory Served and will contain major spoilers for that series so go read that one first if you haven’t already!

Summary: You and Andy to take a short trip down to Florida to escape the negative media attention ahead of the trial

Word Count: 6.3k

Warnings: Language! Angst! Talk of Abduction! Talk of Rape and Sexual Assault!

Dividers by me!

Series Masterlist / Masterlist

Chapter 5

Andy let out a long breath of air as he stepped off the plane. Despite it being thick with humidity it felt like a fresh breath of air. Andy wasn’t someone who liked the heat, he much preferred the more temperate climates of New England, but this time he welcomed it, it almost made him forget everything. This was just a nice short holiday to see some friends, there was nothing to run from.

You were walking just ahead of him and when you looked over at him you gave him a smile just as radiant as the sun. Andy instantly felt his own smile grow, you had only been in Florida for a few minutes and he could already see the sun was helping. He took a couple of steps to be level with you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I hope Frank’s AC is working” Andy chuckled as he fanned himself.

You smiled up at him “Yeah you New England boys aren’t built for the heat, I’m surprised Frank can bear it” you chuckled patting him on the chest “Maybe we can put off getting a taxi and take advantage of the airport AC” you smirked. 

“Sounds like an excellent plan” Andy grinned as you stepped off the tarmac and into the air-conditioned airport, breathing out a sigh of relief when the icy air hit him. 

It didn’t take long to get through to baggage claim and to grab the suitcases but like you suggested you two didn’t speed your way through the airport. You even picked up some overpriced iced coffee before heading out to the arrivals lounge. 

To Andy’s surprise, he spotted Frank stood waiting with a sign that said ‘Mr Bigshot and Miss Bookworm’. You let out a laugh as Andy rolled his eyes as the two of you walked over. 

“You didn’t say you were picking us up” You smiled as you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him. 

“I thought I’d surprise you” Frank smiled as he hugged you back.

“Thanks Frank, and I’m sorry again that it was such short notice” Andy apologised as he greeted Frank with a hug. 

“Hey it’s fine, you two could show up with no heads up and the door will be open for you,” Frank said “Plus Mary’s been on at me for weeks to go visit you guys”

“I’m surprised she didn’t kick off a storm and refuse to go to school so she could be here right now” Andy commented as the three of you made your way out of the airport and to Frank’s truck. 

“She probably would have done if she knew, but I decided to save myself the headache and leave it as a surprise for her too” Frank shrugged.

“And they say Mary is the genius in the Adler family” you smirked elbowing Frank in the side, making Frank smile and wink back at you. 

Frank quickly loaded up the truck and the three of you climbed in to start the drive to Frank’s apartment. As he started up the truck Andy could feel the weak cough of the air conditioning which made you and him exchange a knowing look. 

Thankfully it wasn’t long until Frank pulled up outside his apartment, the one you and Andy had helped him move into over a year ago now after he was awarded full custody of Mary. One of the conditions he had to agree to was that he found an apartment where Mary would have her own room. Thankfully one of Roberta’s tenants moved out which meant the perfect apartment became available at the perfect time.

As he stepped inside Andy couldn’t help but chuckle when we saw how lived in the apartment had become in the year Frank and Mary had lived here. It wasn’t messy, it was just organised chaos as Frank called it. Piles of nuts and bolts from Frank's work, Mary’s toys and books. 

It reminded Andy a lot of their time at Harvard. The two of them were roommates for the entire time they were there, becoming quick friends, often referred to as the twins because of how similar they looked. But to them they were nothing alike, Andy liked to keep things neat and organised, it helped him make sense of everything. While Frank was a bit more laid back and worked better with a little bit of chaos. 

“Are you sure you’re okay with us staying here? We can get a hotel room?” Andy asked as Frank lugged the suitcase into his room. 

“Nah it’s fine, I’ve slept on the couch plenty of times” Frank shrugged “It’s actually pretty comfy, just no hanky-panky in my bed” he added pointing over at Andy “I know what you two can get like”

The comment pulled an awkward laugh from you, as Andy glanced over he could see you shift uncomfortably, wrapping your arms around yourself and rubbing your arms. Andy fought the urge to furrow his brows and the small voice in his head that was listing all the reasons that comment made you uncomfortable. Almost all of them made him the problem. 

Frank’s eyes darted between Andy and you, narrowing slightly before he cleared his throat “Well um Mary will be home from school in about an hour or so and then I thought we could go out to eat? There’s a nice place on the beach, perfect to watch the sunset”

Andy watched as a smile returned to your face and your arms dropped back to your sides “Yeah that sounds great” you smiled. 

“Cool, and um one of my clients said we could borrow his boat tomorrow too if you guys fancy getting out to the sandbank?” Frank suggested scratching the back of his neck. 

“We’d love that, thanks Frank” Andy smiled “Looking forward to it”

“Great, well um let me get you two a drink and Mr Bigshot can talk about all his recent wins” Frank smirked as he walked back towards the kitchen.

Andy rolled his eyes and shook his head the the nickname Frank refused the drop, not that Andy ever expected him to. It was a nickname that Frank gave him all those years ago back in College and if Frank hadn’t let it go already, he never will. 

The three of you killed time by catching up over some iced tea and chips in the kitchen. Andy told Frank about the cases he’d worked on, Frank in turn complained a bit about some of the boats he worked on and the design faults they had. You told Frank about the book you were reading which Frank returned with a reminder to check your pillow tonight, no doubt for a new book to add to your collection.

You and Frank had your own sweet tradition back from when you were in college and he was an assistant professor. You’d find him random little trinkets, while he’d feed your bookworm habits by picking out a book for you. It had evolved over the years, you now finding him strange nuts and bolts that he’d probably never find a use for while he in turn got you children's books.

Your conversation was interrupted by Mary arriving home and loudly calling out for her Uncle “Frankkk! I’m hungry” she complained loudly from the living room.

“Well come into the kitchen and get yourself something to eat” Frank called back. 

Andy heard Mary let out an annoyed huff before she trudged her way into the kitchen with Fred in her arms. The poor cat however was quickly dropped when Mary spotted you sitting at the kitchen table.

A wide smile broke out on the little girl's face as she raced over and hugged you tightly “Y/N! I missed you!” she cried out. 

Andy watched as you wrapped your arms around her, pulling her up onto your lap for a snuggle “I missed you too sweetie, gosh you’ve gotten so big! You’ll be taller than Frank soon enough” you said kissing the top of her head. 

A lopsided smile grew on Andy’s face as he watched you cradle Mary in your arms, she was far too big for it now but you clearly didn’t mind. If anything it was you holding her closer. 

“Hey, don’t I get a hug?” Andy asked poking Mary on the shoulder to get her attention. 

“Uh duh,” Mary said rolling her eyes as she climbed off your lap to give Andy a hug, only to quickly return to you though.

Andy glanced over to Frank, the both of them shaking their heads and chuckling. Mary definitely had a much closer connection to you than Andy, despite the fact you only met her three years ago while Andy met her when she was a baby and Frank took on the duty of raising her. Andy was the one who helped Frank out by moving the two of them down to Florida. 

Andy watched as Mary filled you in on her day and everything else that she needed to tell you. He could see you become a whole different person, the person you were before you were abducted. It made him breathe out a sigh of relief because it meant this weekend was working, you were able to escape the news and opinions of others and just be normal. Exactly how you wanted. 

“I need to show you my new Lego model!” Mary exclaimed grabbing your hand and dragging you out of the kitchen. 

Frank and Andy watched you go before Frank shifted in his seat, his expression suddenly turning serious “Is everything okay?” he asked quietly. 

Andy swallowed before nodding “Yeah… I think so anyway” he sighed rubbing his forehead “The last week with the news and the letters and all that shit have been rough, and that’s on top of just trying to move on from what happened” he continued shaking his head “but I mean just then that’s the happiest I’ve seen her in weeks, all she wants is to just pretend everything is normal and just forget and I think this time down here is doing just that”

Frank’s brows were furrowed in concern as he looked down at his hands, rubbing them together as they rested on the table “Everything isn’t normal though, not anymore… ignoring it won’t help her” he said quietly after a few moments.

“I know, I know” Andy sighed “but right now it is and until she tells me otherwise that’s how I’m playing it”

Frank studied him for a moment before letting out a long sigh and nodding his head “Okay, normal it is” he agreed.

You couldn’t sleep. You wanted to sleep you really did, it had been a long day of travel and catching up with friends, you should have fallen asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow but you didn’t. You wanted to blame it on the heat, but the temperature had dropped significantly. You wanted to blame it on Frank having an uncomfortable bed but that also wasn’t true.

In truth, you knew exactly what was keeping you up no matter how much you didn’t want to admit it. You were a fraud. No matter how much you tried to pretend everything was normal and your time with Ransom had never happened, you just couldn’t. 

But if you faced the ugly and harsh truth, how long would it be until everyone around you saw you for what you were? The rest of the world already hated you, called you an adulterous whore and gold-digger. It wouldn’t be long until everyone else came to the same conclusion. 

All you could do was hold on to this little lifeboat you currently had and hopefully by the time the trial came and every ugly truth was laid bare all this time of acting normal would still count. Maybe it would be enough to convince Andy to not let you go. 

Carefully you looked over at him, watching as he peacefully slept next to you. The moonbeams that streamed in from the gaps in the blinds made his milky complexion glow like moonstone. His lips were slightly parted and his long lashes lay in contrast to his skin. He looked so rested it hurt, it hurt because you were the reason for his weariness. You were the one putting him through all this. 

You were beginning to fill with restless energy as your mind began to run wild. Your body wanted to toss and turn but you didn’t dare wake Andy. If you woke him he would know something was wrong and wrong wasn’t normal, you needed to remain normal for a bit longer. 

The room suddenly felt humid and close, it felt difficult to breathe even as you pushed the covers back. You needed fresh air, you needed to get out. You’d go for a quick walk around the block, nothing too far and crazy. Hopefully just enough to clear your mind or wear you out enough to finally sleep. 

Carefully as you could you crept out of bed and out of the bedroom. You managed to cross the first hurdle of getting out of bed without Andy noticing, but the next hurdle was higher because Frank was asleep on the couch and you needed to creep past him to get to the door.

You managed to get all the way to the door before the creaky floorboard gave you away. Frank woke with a start, his head whipping around to spot you by the door. 

“Hey, what’s up? Something wrong?” he yawned rubbing his eyes tiredly. 

“Yeah I just uh- wanted a drink” you whispered hoping he didn’t see through your lie. 

It was clearly no use though as he arched a knowing brow “The kitchen door is that one” he said pointing to the door you’d already passed, clearly he was used to detecting Mary’s lies. 

“Oh uh yeah, and some fresh air” you corrected clearing your throat “It's pretty hot”

Frank lets out a yawn as he stands up with a big stretch “Yeah it’s hotter out there” he says as he walks over to his desk and grabs a set of keys.

You struggle to try and find a different excuse, something to just reassure him that you were fine and to get back to bed “Frank I-I-” you stuttered. 

“It’s fine, you need a drink and some air then that’s what we’ll do,” he says grabbing a hoodie from the back of the couch and chucking it at you “C’mon I know a place” he continued, walking over to open the door you where still frozen in front of “after you,” he said gesturing for you to head out. 

You swallowed nervously glancing over to the bedroom door where Andy was sleeping before you nodded and made your way out with Frank. 

You slipped on the hoodie Frank had given you as you followed him away from the apartment. Stuffing your hands in the pocket you remained silent feeling like you were about to get a telling off. The only solace you had was that you were walking away from Andy, Frank wasn’t going to rat you out maybe you could convince him that you were truly fine. 

A short while later you arrived at the harbour, first Frank headed over to his workshop where he pulled out a cooler before he led you out to whatever boat he was currently working on. You watched as he hopped on board staying on the dock, he put the cooler down before turning back to you and holding out his hand. 

“We’re going out? It's the middle of the night” you pointed out. 

“I know we’re just gonna sit here, drink and talk” Frank said still holding out his hand for you. 

You still hesitated. You knew exactly what he meant by talk and you knew you couldn’t keep pretending, he was not going to let you go back without giving him something. Glancing to the side you contemplated just walking away. Frank couldn’t exactly stop you, you could just go back to Andy. That is if he hadn’t noticed your absence already. You knew it was just delaying the inevitable though. 

Taking a deep breath you closed your eyes and took a moment to gather yourself. When you re-opened them you looked over to see Frank still waiting for you. The look on his face was calm and supportive, one that told you that even though he wanted you to talk he wasn’t going to push you too fast, you could still take this at your pace. So you took his hand and took the leap. 

Onboard you took a seat, Frank doing the same. He opened up the cooler while you tucked yourself in the chair tight, looking out at the dock, the sound of waves breaking calming you. Frank then got your attention by nudging your shoulder with a beer bottle, you silently thanked him before taking a large sip.

Frank moved to sit in the chair opposite you, letting out a long sigh as he did so “Right… I don’t want you to think this is a telling off or me trying to tell you how to handle all this shit, but normal just isn’t working” he said. 

You let out your own long sigh as you looked down at your beer bottle, scratching the label with your thumbnail “I know” you whispered “I just don’t know what else to do” 

“That’s okay, do you know what you need?” Frank asked gently. 

“I need Andy, I need you and Mary and everyone else” you said shaking your head “and I just know if things aren’t normal I will lose all of you”

“Bullshit” Frank stated, his outburst making your head snap up “I’m sorry,” he said holding out a hand to placate you “You are not going to lose any of us, why would you even think that?”

You let out a small scoff, looking back down “You’ve seen the news” you muttered.

“You mean all the lies that fucked up family are trying to spin? Yeah I’ve seen it and I know you, I know it’s not you” Frank told you. 

“It is though, or at least was for those 4 months” you retorted refusing to look back over at him. 

“What do you mean? Of course you aren’t” Frank stated, you almost admired his stubbornness but right now you knew it would just hurt him if he refused to see the truth. 

“Frank I cheated, there’s no two ways about it, I slept with another man” you admitted finally looking back over at him “Andy should be disgusted by me! I’m pretty sure he is! Always hesitating and keeping his distance!”

Frank was silent for a few moments. Your admission seemed to have stunned him into silence, maybe you finally got through to him. He took a long pull of his beer before sitting forward. 

“You need to stop that… stop blaming yourself, because I know Andy doesn’t and trust me I know him far too well, our University days still haunt me,” he said managing to pull a small snort of laughter from you “so trust me when I say he doesn’t hate you or blame you, the only person he blames is that sick son of a bitch that took you” 

That brief moment of levity you felt disappears instantly as you try to listen to what he was saying but you just couldn’t. You slept with Ransom while dating Andy, yeah you didn’t know that at the time but you still did it.

“Frank I-” you said shaking your head.

“Nope you’re listening,” he said standing up from his seat and moving to crouch in front of you taking a deep breath before speaking again “Okay I’m about to get real serious… let's reimagine the situation, imagine that he still kidnapped you but you still had all your memories, everything else stays the same, he rapes you… do you think Andy would still be standing by your side?”

You took a moment to answer, picturing the situation in your mind. You knew Andy had handled a couple of Rape and Sexual assault cases and he’d always fought as hard as he could to get the victims justice.

“Yeah” you whispered your voice breaking “Yeah he would”

Frank’s lips twitched upwards “Exactly, now I don’t know the law as well as Mr Bigshot ADA but I know you did not have enough information to correctly give consent”

Silence fell between the two of you as the weight of Frank’s words weighed down on you. Each time you thought about your time with Ransom it never crossed your mind but thinking back on it now you were always hesitant, felt pressured into having sex. Heck, you couldn’t even remember saying the word yes. That realisation felt like a punch to the gut. 

“Fuck” you muttered dropping your head into your hands.

“Hey, hey, hey it’s okay,” Frank said softly as he wraps his arms around you “We’re going to help you I promise, you’ll get through this” 

He held you as you broke down, all the weeks of holding back the hurt tumbling out of you in one failed swoop. You felt like you couldn’t breathe you were crying so much but at the same time you felt so much better, you felt lighter, you felt more normal. 

By the time your tears finally subsided you were exhausted, as you pulled back you saw Frank also had tears in his eyes that he was trying to hold back. 

He gave you a gentle watery smile as he cupped your cheeks and wiped away your tears with his thumbs “Better?” he asked. 

“Yeah… Yeah much better thank you, I- I didn’t realise how much I needed that” you admitted with a shaky sigh. 

“It’s alright, and look I don’t know why Andy is acting weird but I’m sure it isn’t because he thinks you’re disgusting or that he resents you,” Frank said putting a comforting hand on your knee “Fuck Y/N that man loves you so, so much, I’ve known him for years and I’ve never seen him this in love”

“Really?” you asked, the niggling thought of doubt still in your mind. 

“Really. He just wants to make sure you’re okay and is overthinking what to do and is scared to do something wrong, heck I’m constantly second-guessing myself trying to make sure that what I say and do doesn’t accidentally upset you because I don’t want that, we want you to be happy” Frank reassured you “just talk to him, tell him how you’re feeling and he’ll tell you what he’s feeling because right now you’re working on what ifs and what that little voice in your head is telling you and that’s almost never right”

You nod your head “I will I promise” you agreed “I hope Andy hasn’t woken up and panicked that I’m gone”

Frank shook his head “I left a note on my desk in case he did” Frank reassured you “But we could go back now if you want?” 

You shook your head, while you felt better you still needed a little time to fully calm down before heading back to Andy “No can we stay a little longer?” you asked.

“Sure, not a problem” Frank said with a gentle smile before standing back up and heading back to his seat “So what do you wanna talk about?” 

You shrugged your shoulders “I dunno… you seeing anyone at the moment?” you asked, earning a snort of laughter from Frank. 

“Uh… no… not really…” he said after a moment, shaking his head. 

“Hmm, that doesn’t sound like nothing” you hummed taking a sip of your beer. 

“You know for most people, if their ex was that interested in their dating life it would be weird” Frank pointed out, once again deflecting.

You rolled your eyes and sent him a pointed look. While you were a mature student at university, you had met Frank at a local coffee shop during winter break and the two of you hit it off almost immediately. You found out he was an assistant professor when you went on a couple of dates, but it wasn’t until you took an ethics class that you found out that he was an assistant professor at your university. Most specifically he was your assistant professor. 

The two of you decided to keep dating since Frank wasn’t the professor marking your work. You still kept it quiet though since it was frowned upon, when it got to summer you thought things would get easier but instead, it just fizzled out and you went your separate ways. You didn’t see Frank again in September, you found out years later that he’d moved to Florida with Mary. 

You only reconnected years later when Andy took you on a holiday to Florida to meet his oldest friend. Needless to say, it was a little awkward but you soon fell into a regular rhythm with you and Frank being just friends. You did wonder though if Frank ever held a light to you. 

“Okay fine…” Frank relented with a sigh “There’s a new bartender that I like, but I think I blew it before I even had a chance” 

“Were you your usual grumpy self?” you said knowingly. 

“I’m not grumpy…” Frank huffed, frown on his face before sighing “I mean maybe I was… I was having a rough day and just walked in and ordered my usual thinking it was Ferg behind the bar but it was her and maybe my tone was a little rude and maybe it was her first day”

“Wow really great first impression” you snorted shaking your head at him. 

“I did apologise but I dunno I think the damage is done” Frank sighed taking a long pull of his beer. 

“Maybe I can put in a good word when we go to Fergs tomorrow” you suggested with a wink. 

“No, no, you don’t need to do that” Frank stated shaking his head. 

“What? I can be a great wingwoman” you argued only earning a loud laugh from Frank, one that made a wide smile grow on your face “I can!”

“You tell yourself that” Frank chuckled. 

The two of you continued chatting for a little while longer before making your way back to the apartment. As you worried, you found Andy waiting for your return, sat on the couch wringing his hands together nervously. When you walked in he shot up from the couch clearly trying to remain calm. 

“Everything okay? I- I saw the note” he said swallowing nervously, he went to take a step forward but hesitated. 

Before your conversation with Frank you would have seen that as him not wanting to approach you, but now you realised he was giving you space and waiting for you to invite him in. So you gave him a soft smile and closed the distance, reaching out to take his hand, Andy’s breath catching when you did so. 

“It’s okay, I’m okay,” you told him “I just needed to get some air so Frank took me to the harbour” you explained. 

Andy let out a small shaky breath as he nodded his head “oh-okay”

“But tomorrow can we go somewhere to talk? Just us two?” you asked “I promise everything is okay I- I- I just think we should talk and clear the air a bit”

“Yeah, of course we can” Andy sighed, relief clear in his voice as he ran a hand down your arm soothingly “We’ll go the beach first thing”

A soft smile formed on your lips “Thank you Andy” you said before looking over your shoulder at Frank “and thanks Frank, for the drink and air”

“It’s nothing, sleep well” he smiled as he moves back to the couch. 

Andy squeezed your hand as you made your way back to bed yourself. You climbed back into bed and instantly sought out Andy, curling into his warmth. He wrapped his arms around you securely placing a long kiss to the top of your head. 

You looked up at him and smiled at him warmly “I love you Andy, so, so much” you whispered.

Andy looked stunned for a split second before a warm smile bloomed on his face “I love you too, sweetheart, more than you could ever know”

Something had shifted last night, Andy felt it as soon as you walked back into the apartment last night. It terrified him. 

He thought everything was okay but clearly he was wrong. Why else would you sneak out last night? Talk to Frank instead of him?

He feared the end was coming and when you told him you loved him last night it was actually a goodbye. He wasn’t good enough for you and you’d finally realised it. The talk you wanted to have would be to end it.

Needless to say Andy barely slept. He just held onto you tight because this was probably his last chance to. He watched as the sun came up and wished it hadn’t.

Not even the smile you gave him when you woke did anything to convince him that this wasn't the end. The look that Frank gave him as he left the apartment with you felt like the final nail in the coffin.

The walk to the beach was silent and all Andy wanted to do was beg for you to stay. He’d get down onto his knees and beg if it meant you’d stay. The silence stayed as you found a quiet spot away from everyone, sat down and buried your feet in the sand.

Andy swallowed his nerves as he sat down next to you. He wanted to take your hand but he didn’t feel like he could. As the silence drew on Andy could feel himself beginning to panic, his heart racing as the end came racing in.

He heard you open your mouth to speak but he couldn’t keep silent any longer as he blurted out a broken “Please don’t leave me” 

A beat of silence passed and Andy couldn’t bring himself to look over at you, he tried to blink back the tears as he stared out at the ocean.

“What?” You muttered “Andy I- I could never leave you” you said taking his hand and holding onto it tightly.

Andy looked over at you in disbelief “Really?” He asked, voice breaking.

“Really. Andy I love you so so much, there is no one else out there for me” you told him squeezing his hand “god I- I thought you were going to leave me and that broke my heart”

“Wh- why would you think that?” Andy muttered in disbelief, shaking his head as he tried to make sense of what you just said.

“Because I felt like I cheated on you” you admitted with a small shrug of your shoulders, Andy went to protest but you held up your hand to stop him “I know I didn’t, Frank made sure I realised that last night, but I was disgusted at myself, I felt dirty and tainted and I thought that you felt that way about me too”

Andy felt like he’d been punched in the gut. How on earth could you think that? Where had he gone wrong?

“Wh-wh-what? Wh-why?” He stuttered shaking his head.

“I don’t know really, you’ve been so sweet but there have been times that you’ve hesitated around me or seemed uncomfortable or angry and maybe I was projecting what I was feeling” you said looking down, pushing your feet further into the sand.

“That’s never been because of you” Andy breathed out “All I’ve wanted is for you to feel happy and comfortable and I’ve felt lost as to how I- I didn’t know what to do” he admitted his voice wobbling “and I’m angry at him for doing everything he did to you, I’m angry at the world for taking his side, I’m angry at myself”

“Why yourself?” You asked, confusion mared your face. 

“It’s stupid… but I thought that maybe I wasn’t good enough, I started comparing myself to him and whether someone like him with more money or time would be better for you, and I hated myself for thinking that because he’s a monster”  Andy admitted feeling his anger growing at himself as he did so.

You shifted next to him so you could face him “Andy. There is no one on this earth who is better for me than you, I don’t care about money or the number of hours you work, I admire how dedicated you are to getting victims justice and I’m sorry if I made you feel that way by pulling away and being distance” you told him.

“You didn’t it was all me I swear” Andy squeezed your hand to the drive the point home.

“It was me too, this breakdown of communication was both of us,” you said softly.

“Okay, it was both of us” Andy relented “but I swear I’ll be better”

“Me too, I don’t want you or anyone to hesitate or second guess themselves around me, I’ll tell you if I’m uncomfortable or at least signal,” you tell him.

“Okay, and I promise that I’ll do anything and everything I can to make sure you get your justice and prove to everyone that you’re not what he says” Andy promised.

You smiled softly “Thank you Andy”

“Anything for you sweetheart, I love you so much” he breathed out a smile forming on his lips.

“I love you too, with all my heart” You smiled, cupping his cheek to guide his lips down to yours.

He smiled into the kiss, his arm wrapping around you to pull you closer. Something had definitely shifted last night and Andy was just too blind to realise it. He knew it now though as he kissed you, because it felt different, it felt more real.

When you pulled away you shifted closer and moved so you could rest your head on his shoulder. Shoulders that felt lighter as some of the weight he’d been feeling had been lifted. There was still the possibility of a trial ahead but at least he knew he didn’t need to fight to keep you.

The both of you sat in comfortable silence and you looked out at the ocean, just watching as the waves crashed onto the sand. As he sat there he suddenly felt the need to confess something.

“I was going to propose that weekend” he admitted.

“I know,” you said quietly “I didn’t know it was going to be that weekend but I knew you were going to”

Andy was almost stunned into silence “Really? How?”

“I found the ring, well the box, I didn’t look inside” you admitted with a chuckle “Your sock drawer really?” 

Andy snorted with laughter, shaking his head “I thought it was pretty good”

“Andy I do our laundry, of course, I’m going to go in there” you laugh “Your filing cabinet would have been better, I wouldn’t dare look in there and accidentally mess with anything” 

“Well it’s going in there when we get home that’s for sure” Andy laughed poking you in the side.

“Okay, and I don’t want you to feel any pressure about popping the question with everything going on, I’d want it to be the right time, a good time,” you told him.

“Good because I still want it to be some sort of surprise” Andy chuckled.

“And if there’s any doubt, I promise I’ll say yes” you smiled.

“Glad you hear it” Andy grinned leaning in to kiss you softly.

The two of you sat for a little longer before deciding to make your way back to the apartment. But just before you left the beach you pulled Andy to a stop. He arched a brow when he saw the nervous look on your face.

“What’s wrong?” He asked gently.

“Can-“ you started before taking a deep breath “can we ask for the charge of rape to be added? Because Frank pointed out last night that I was not of right body and mind to give proper consent…. I mean I don’t ever recall saying the word yes”

Andy was stunned into silence before a wave of nausea rushed over him at your admission. He swallowed a couple of times before nodding “We can ask yeah, I want him to go down for as much as possible but I’ll be honest it’s going to be hard to pin that, it’s difficult enough with clear cut cases” he warned.

“That’s okay, we have to try right?” You sighed.

“And we will I promise” Andy sweared wrapping his arm around you and pulling you close to kiss you on the top of your forehead.

By the time you got back to the apartment both Mary and Frank were awake and arguing “But why couldn’t I go!” Mary complained. 

“Because Y/N and Andy are here on vacation they don’t have to spend every moment with you, they can have time alone if they want” Frank reasoned but from his tired tone Andy knew this was probably the 5th time he’d repeated that. 

“It’s not fair” Mary pouted crossing her arms, however when she saw you and Andy her face lit back up “You’re back!”

“Yeah sorry sweetie, you were asleep when we left and we didn’t want to wake you,” you said crossing the room and bending down to be eye level with her “but I promise we’ll have plenty of time to hang out together while we’re here”

“Can I come with you tonight?” she asked hopefully.

“No” You, Andy and Frank all said in unison, earning another pout from Mary.

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Reminder time!! This is my a.u and is not a direct depiction of spo/wii aran Ryan's personality

Tw's: slightly detailed injuries, reference to Macbeth, and self harm by hot water

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“Aran! C’mon we're going to be late!”

Absolutely no response came from the guy. Having Andrew sigh as if it was a daily occurrence now.

“Give the kid a break this is the longest he’s been separated from Ardin since..” Roree took her brush and tapped it seven times before snapping. “Since that time the school separated them by accident!”

“Roree, that's not something to be excited about.” Andrew pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don't got time for this! I have a match in an hour!”

“Andy it's not until 3.”

“If you're not early you're-”

“late blah blah blah you know i think Deedee knows a german fella you would love.”

“If I wasn't pissed already I would smack you.”

“Oh I would love to see you try!”

Andrew growled and Started to head upstairs, muttering about the upcoming fight. And complaining about Lucky being a whole sea away for another disaster, as he turned and opened the door.

“Aran!- I said- down Cu- I said come on!” Andrew pushed the dog down before giving it a small pat. He looked directly at the bed that had Aran in it. “I know you ain't sick lad, otherwise we would have been to the doctors already… again…”

“i rather be there then see another one of ye go against the bi-”

“Watch your tone.”

Andrew attempted to step over the random clothing and items on the floor, the kid loved to do big projects but god forbid he cleans his room, as he then took Aran’s blanket and pulled them off.

“Hey!”

“You’re goin’. I'm not leaving you: a teenager who witnessed his twin get sent to the hospital because of a damn cheater, alone in a house with more than enough to make us wo-OW!”

Aran slid a pair of horseshoes onto Andrew's foot, and despite seeing it coming it still hurt. Andrew shook his foot before glaring at Aran and picking up the horseshoes.

“You're going, rather you're being willing or not. And I can hold up me own with you so I suggest-”

“Yeah I'm feckin’ going lieutenant bollox.”

That got a smack from Andrew as Aran got up. Who just rolled his eyes and grabbed a sleeveless hoodie from the ground. Andrew rolled his eyes before sighing.

“Ye know we care about ya right?”

“Mhm.”

“..look Aran I promise that im goin’ to remind her not to fuck around with us.”

“And how will you do that?”

Aran took a glance at the horseshoes before stuffing them in his own hoodie’s pocket.

“Going with a different style.”

There were multiple reasons why Andrew never cheated. First, it reminded him of how unfair the world could truly be, the second stemmed from Ardin who once saw Aran break his hand from the horseshoe in glove tactic and now gets on top of people who do that. The 3rd reason was self explanatory, it was just wrong. He got here fair and square and he always wanted to stay like that.

Plus hitting a girl with horseshoes that were your own brother’s seemed wrong. But after a week of hearing the girl shit talk his own family the final straw was definitely close to breaking now.

Yet at the same time, it was still cheating. Even Narcis got onto him about it. Yes he wanted revenge for putting his sister in the hospital but she was 19 and able to stand her own ground normally.

“This is a mistake,” He muttered, adjusting his gloves.

There was a faint line that showed where the horseshoes were. He had time to call for a glove check. That would make a fair fight. He turned around to his coach but before he could say anything his opponent started yapping.

“Ey! Rran! You ready to prove to your own country that your family is full of weak and pathetic people? Thought your sister would relay the message!”

Rran- I mean Andrew snapped his head back, giving his opponent a death glare as his coach tapped him on the shoulder.

“Ay, you need something lad?”

Andrew thought for a moment before the bell signaling the start sounded.

“Just have medics on stand by.”

He got up from his corner, hearing the announcer shout the name Aran Ryan, god he's going to need to change that soon, with a lot more accuracy then the bitch Infornt of him ever actually did.

God will it be a blessing for her to shut up and have a ruined face.

The referee stepped onto the mat in-between the two, not uncommon when you put two enemies together in a match, and pulled out a piece of paper.

“Ight let's get this over with. This is a time trial so you only have 3 minutes. Once those three minutes are up you both go back to your corners and I'll decide the winner. You both should know the tko and ko rules by now right?”

“Yeah yeah can we get punching now?”

“Andrew, I will personally give you 20 euros if you break her mouth.”

Punch blade looked quite offended at that as Andrew just rolled his eyes.

“Oh relax about him.”

He glared at punch blade.

“I'm going to do much much worse.”

As the bell rung again Andrew’s coach went over to the doors, specifically where Roree and Aran were.

“Shouldn't yo-”

“I'm getting the medics like he asked. Wanna come?”

“No thanks. I got the short straw with this one.”

Aran slightly nudged Roree for that statement, solely because it wasn't a wise discussion even for him to smack someone who has a metal weight on her wrist. That alone was probably 5 pounds. Let alone the fact she was kinda an official arms wrestler. He proceeded to watch the fight, only slightly noticing something was off.

“Hey Roree?”

“Hm?”

“I think he broke her back.”

“Oh very fu- wait what.”

As if on cue as Roree turned around she saw Andrew push the screaming girl off of him, and landed a kick right in the stomach. Not a signature move in the ring. But definitely a signature move outside of it. And it always landed someone in the hospital and him in the station.

“Oh shit- uh Aran im going to run somewhere you just um stay.”

Aran just gave a thumbs up as Roree ran into the hall.

Meanwhile the referee started the count as soon as punch blade hit the floor, but stopped when he saw Andrew pull another punch directly in her face.

“Hey. Andrew, that's enough! Back to your corner!”

But Andrew didn't care, he continued the punches, landing them in spots that would definitely leave more than a bruise.

The only time he stopped was when a blade sliced over his glove, cutting it open, Resulting in the horseshoe falling out and a gasp from the crowd, even Aran looked shocked at the scene.

The shock eventually wore off as punch blade took her knife out of her glove and attempted to stab Andrew with it, only for him to grab her arm and smash the horseshoe right onto it.

The look in his eyes was almost chilling as he lifted the thing up, like he was contemplating something, before he smashed the horseshoe right into her mouth. Breaking past the mouth guard and cracking a few teeth, the second time did a few in.

He then grabbed her hair and smashed the side of her head, right where her ear was. He was about to go for her neck next when something grabbed the horseshoe and yanked it out of his hand.

“Jesus fuck Andrew enough! She's down! You won!”

Roree tossed the horseshoe aside and grabbed Andrew's arm and pulled him away while a medic looked at punch blade. The ring was now stained with blood.

“Dude the hell did you do to her?”

The referee got onto the ring while looking at punch blade, causing Andrew to look too.

Frankly what was listed wasn't the only thing he apparently did, there was a gash on her head and she was spitting pieces of teeth and mouth guard out, but she was clenching the side of her torso, specifically where the ribs were. And it was clear her arm was broken, or at least fractured. Her leg was sprained. Frankly Andrew didn't actually recall what he did or didn't do, but the horrified look on the peoples faces he could see spelled it all.

He almost killed her.

“Andrew?”

No response, what was there to say anyways? ‘oh i'm sorry for nearly killing you’?

Like he could have gotten the words out, his entire body was shaking, almost near hyperventilating.

Without another word he pulled his arm away from Roree, got up and rushed off the ring. Not even stopping as his sister yelled for him, then he was just gone.

It was only an hour after statements were given and the fun of it. In full frank nobody in any of the WVBA's would say anything bad about Andrew, hell shark bite from Australia even said he should have killed Lucy, yet it was completely useless as the officials found a letter of resignation and Andrew’s locker cleaned out shortly after they went to find him. Causing quite the worry in some of the Ireland officials and his own siblings.

“I'm sure he's fine. This was just. Something out of the ordinary he’ll come back!”

“No. No Aran he isn't.”

Roree sighed as she stopped herself from putting her head on the steering wheel of the car. Aran was holding his horseshoes Andrew stole, a case wasn't opened so it wasn't used as evidence, Aran wished it was though. It was probably more blood then horseshoe now, he had it wrapped in a couple of paper towels but they didn't do a good job of absorbing the blood. And frankly he was still scared of the whole thing, funny considering the fact he wasn't scared of anything else.

“Aran. If he's home I don't want you talking to him. Not yet anyways.”

Aran was about to protest as Roree held up her hand.

“You. You don't know this side of him. Frankly I rather you don't even come inside ‘til I tell you. Just, leave us alone to talk. Alright?”

There was more worry in her voice now. As if she was contemplating what she would find when she got home.

“Actually. If he is home -call Narcis, he had a fight with an Irish rookie today he should still be here, unless he actually likes making 2 to 6 hour trips.”

They stopped at their house, seeing Andrew’s bike just tossed onto the ground.

“Well at least he made it home in one piec- wait when did bring his bike?!”

“I think he just kept it there just in case.”

“Aran do me a favor and don't do that when you and Ardin move to new york. They're worse than here.”

Roree got out of the car and tossed her phone over to Aran.

“Narcis’s name is under ‘golden bastard’- don't tell Andrew- I'm going to go talk to him.”

Aran gave a thumbs up again as Roree went inside, her first notice was the mirror being foggy, the second was hot water being run.

“Andrew, you better not have been trying to wash your hands clean of blood like Lady Macbeth with hot water again!”

The water was shut off as the sound of a towel being quickly wrapped around hands was heard. How? Because he kept hitting the sink with his hand as Roree noticed him cleaning the sink from water drops.

“Andrew.”

“what?”

“The hell are you doing?”

“...dishes.”

“What dishes? I did them this morning before we left!”

Andrew stayed silent as Roree walked over, steam was still leaving the stink as she grabbed the towel and pulled it off, seeing his typically slightly tan but still pale skin being sunburnt red. She just sighed as if this wasn't the first time.

“I'm not going to bug you on that. Why did you quit?”

“Why? Ain’t it obvious?”

Roree just shook her head at that.

“Andy, nobody in that association is going to turn you in. Hell they'll even drop the to-”

“I don't care. I still broke my own morals and almost killed someone in the ring!”

“That's.. well that's a bit of an over statement aint it?”

“Oh when the hell is it?!”

Andrew slammed his hand on the sink, before pulling it back.

“It doesn't matter, Roree. I'm not going back to a place that allows filthy cheaters to compete.”

“Aran’s a filthy cheater. I’m a filthy cheater. Are you saying-”

“You two are different. And again it doesn't and will not matter! Frankly I was already planning on quitting. This was just a send off.”

Roree was taken aback a bit from that.

“But you love boxing! It was your dream! What changed?”

“There's a difference between a dream and a reality, Roree. My dream was boxing. The reality is that no matter what somebody is going to cheat someone out of something.”

Andrew put a hand on his head. “I'm getting a headache. I'm going to bed.”

Before Roree could say anything he tossed the towel onto her head and walked off to his room. The door slammed shut as he entered it. Roree just looked onwards. Pondering if he was being serious or not. Then the front door slammed open.

“DUDE YOU BROKE THE FECKIN' HANDLE!”

well on the high note. At Least they could now replace that ugly door handle Narcis just ripped off. Roree didn't say anything, just pointed to Andrew’s room as Narcis Sprinted to his room. She proceeded to glare at Aran.

“What?”

“I told you to just call him.”

“I did!”

“You said something, what was it?”

“Just a recap of everything.”

“I'm never trusting you with calling someone ever again.”

[deadstaticolivia]

Undead Unluck week 2024 day 2: Favorite scene/moment

Spoilers ahead for anime only’s

Oh boy this one was hard. Undead Unluck are filled with SO many amazing moments that it’s really hard to define “my favorite” I chose multiple moments when I was first reading the manga that really got me on the edge of my seat and super hyped (story wise and character wise) These are in no particular order so I’ll list this chronologically.

1. Andy fully stating his feelings to Fuuko

You know I had to start off with Anfuu. I’m so crazy about them and their development. They’ve truly made each other better in so many ways. We already knew the Andy had feeling for Fuuko since the “What if” situation in the book during the Autumn arc but this is the first time Andy had fully opened up about his feelings about her (despite her not knowing what he said). This is HUGE for Andy as a character because it’s been a long time since Andy cared for anyone this much since the crew in the 1800’s. At first Andy didn’t really care about fuuko on such a deep level yet. Yeah he wanted to use her to die at first but by spending enough time with her it literally changed his ENTIRE outlook on the world, life and death. Protecting her had just been apart of his job to help him die to seduce and protect her but now he WANTS to protect and even seduce her because he fell in love. GAHHH THEY MAKE ME CRAZYYYY

2. Fuuko coming to get Spring

Fuuko a kindheartedness has always stuck out to me. For her it was always a weakness since she was hurting the people she loved. Her ability to weaponize it is amazing. The bravery it takes to feel affectionate to the enemy, get attached, and then witness their death is beautiful and sad all in one. The affection she has for spring is real and it introduces a whole new concept of an Uma liking humans (aside from clothy) I know later on to imbue an enemy she hates like the 10 master rules and god she uses her soul but taking that first step into caring for an Uma when no other union member or past Negator (aside from past ishiin) did is a testament to her bravery and kindheartedness

3. Everyone saying Fuukos name as the timer counts down

This moment had me on the edge of my seat that it had me saying fuuko like everyone else. The love, connection and trust they all have for each other always gets me. They all put their full support into her ability. The trust that fuukos kind heart will help them in the next loop. The willingness to bet EVERYTHING on fuuko wrings my heart strings. Plus this scene of everyone still alive and moving using their abilities to save her is just so cool

4. Fuuko’s cold rage

Seeing Fuuko who is known for her kind heart, filled with such genuine hate and Greif was heart breaking but so badass. She lost EVERYTHING. All the hard work that she and everyone in the union put in was for nothing. All the deaths she witnessed were just some game. Then in a split secound she comes back full of determination. Fuuko knows she doesn’t have time to grieve so her immediate snap back to “I will plan everything out to give everyone a better and I’ll still defeat you.” As Luna states in this scene that she emulates Juiz so much also is amazing cause I’m a sucker for parallels

5. Andy is on the Sun

THIS REVEAL WAS CRAZY. I thought he was out gathering artifacts to help but clearly I was completely wrong. I already wrote me first initial thoughts on this so I’ll just copy and paste here:

Andy so desperately wants to protect fuuko down to his very SOUL that it basically becomes a primal instinct for him. Also the fact his place on the sun is always facing the earth to watch over her and everyone else

Theres sooooo many other scene I could talk about but I’m getting tired of writing

[mana-spring]

Ok-i've got obsessed rn with tickle Chucky headcanons but i didn't see the movies-so please don't kill me, it will be according to my AU so here are tickle Chucky headcanons :

Lee

-OH MAN YOU'RE NOT READY-

-TICKLISH ASF-

-His weak spot is his hips

-He cannot stand correctly if you tickle him there-

-He is used to kick his feet but he's more gentle with kids

-He let them tickle him but if he really can't breathe, he will start to squirm more and more and kick his feet even at kids.

-IT'S NORMALLY THERE THAT EVERYBODY STOPS-

-We could think his laugh is the manical one at first, but not at all !

-His laugh is high-pitched, and adorable.

-EVERY ADULT THAT HAS TRIED HAS LITERALLY LOST A FINGER-

-The "tickle tickle tickle" teasing makes him squeal and squeak

-Andy is literally the one who tickles him the most-

-HE'S BEING A LITTLE SHIT WITH HIM-

-Has sometimes hided his face in his hands.

-Nadine prefer to tickle him when he's on his stomach like that he can't see the tickles coming and where she will strike next-

-If you don't stop, even if you see that he can't breathe anymore, he will start to have tears prickling at the corner of his eyes, and his pupils become red.

-NOBODY HAS TRIED TO GO MORE FAR AFTER THAT-

Ler

-OHOHO MAN HE PREPARES YOUR DOOM-

-He's a sadist tickler.

-But, he's more gentle with kids.

-LIKE REALLY MORE-

-So, enjoy your life if you're a kid, bcz Chucky will protect you at all coasts plus, being gentle with you when tickling you.

-He's careful to not go too far with kids and it's literally some seconds of tickling and all, he don't want to overwhelm them-

-But if you're an adult ?

-OHOHO BOY.

-RUN, BABY, RUN. RUN FOR YOUR LIFE. HE'S COMING FOR YOU.

-His teasing is absolutely merciless-

-"Oh ? Can't breathe ? Sorry, don't hear you, you have to start all over again~"

-THIS LITTLE SHIT-

-But when kids can't breathe ?

-He will immediatly let go while giggling.

-"Ahahalright, alright, i stop."

-KIDS ARE THE MOST LUCKY-

-Since he has Glen, well, he has experience.

-That's why he's like that with kids.

-He see himself in them and give them the childhood that he has wanted to live-🥹

-With kids, he's also into this thing of "tickle monster".

-Yup. He's soft with kids. BUT DON'T TELL HIM, I SAID THAT-

[starskytohutch]

Terror on the Docks, Chapter 19, Starsky & Hutch book serialization :) enjoy!!

HUTCH, WHO HAD swum under the pier to hang onto a piling, started to swim out again when he heard the shot Starsky fired. But then he halted again and grabbed onto another piling when Starsky's anxious cry came down to him. It seemed obvious to Hutch that it was Starsky who had fired the shot, and that it had driven off the four assailants. Since Starsky was in no danger, it didn't seem fair to Hutch that he was the only one to get wet, particularly since the water was ice cold. He remained silent. "Hutch, are you all right?" Starsky called wor-riedly. Hutch made no reply. Getting down on his hands and knees, Starsky unsuccessfully tried to peer beneath the dock. Knowing his partner, he was as much worried that Hutch was merely exercising his pixie sense of humor as he was worried about his safety. Since Hutch had been a champion swimmer in college, it seemed unlikely he had drowned, but on the other hand Starsky had been too busy to notice the circumstances under which Hutch had gone off the dock, and it was possible he had been brained by a belaying pin. He called, "Hutch, if this is your idea of a joke" Hutch called in a weak voice, "Starsk." Starsky was simultaneously relieved, worried and suspicious, with the emphasis on the last. "What's the matter?" “Starsky, I need help," Hutch said even more weakly. *Then grab onto something, I'll call for help on the radio." "No time," Hutch said faintly. Starsky by indecision, almost sure that Hutch was merely trying to lure him into the water, yet worried that ho might actually be in trouble, Starsky said, "Well, what's wrong? You're the champion swimmer." In a barely audible voice Hutch said, "Starsky, help me." There was a gurgling sound, then silence. "Hutch?" Starsky said. "Hutch, you know how I hate cold water. If you're pulling my leg-Hutch?" The silence continued. Pushing himself erect, Starsky tore off his windbreaker, tossed his gun on top of it, held his nose and jumped off the dock. He hit the water in a seated position, making a tremendous splash. He came up sputtering, treading water, and looked around. Hutch, hanging onto a piling beneath the dock, was grinning at him. "Why'd you do that to me?" Starsky inquired querulously. "We're partners, aren't we?" Hutch said, swimming out strongly and heading for a wooden ladder nailed to the dock a few yards away. Despite Hutch's being in the water much longer than Starsky, it didn't affect him nearly as much. He was uncomfortably cold when he climbed out on the dock, but Starsky was nearly blue. He stood there shaking so hard, he nearly rattled. "I'm going to get pneumonia and die," he said ac cusingly. "And if I do, I'm coming back to haunt you. I'm going to sit on the end of your bed everytime you have a date in it, and make raspberry noises." He looked so miserable, Hutch actually began to regret making him jump into the water. After picking up his gun, he stooped again to pick up Starsky's gun and jacket. Handing him the gun, he wrapped the windbreaker around his shoulders. "Get in the car," he said solicitously. “I’ll drive. You won't catch pneumonia il you get out of those clothes and into a warm bed fast enough."

Starsky climbed into the car. As Hutch pulled it away, Starsky began sneezing violently. "You think those guys were the same ones we saw in the poker game?" Hutch asked. Starsky made no reply. Hutch said. "They had on entirely different clothing, though. Plus those ski masks." Starsky still said nothing. “Course they could have changed clothing. We were in Andy Wilkins's office long enough for them to run home and back." Silence came from Starsky. "When we get to your place, think I'll phone Wilkins and ask him to drop over to the ship chandler's shop, see if those guys are still playing poker. Like to know where Billy was, too. He could have been one of them." Nothing from Starsky. "Except we saw him coming out of the shop just as we headed for Pier sir. Couldn't have made it there ahead of us. What's the matter with you, that you're so silent?" "I'm not speaking to you!" Starsky yelled at him, then sneezed violently. There was no further conversation all the way to Starsky's apartment house. Hutch parked the car in the basement garage and they took the elevator to Starsky's floor. As soon as they got into the apartment, Starsky began shedding clothes on the way to the bathroom. He slammed the bathroom door in Hutch's face. Hutch picked up the discarded clothing, carried it into the kitchen, emptied the pockets, and wrung out the clothes. He repeated the process with his own clothes, rummaged through a kitchen drawer until he found a length of rope, and strung a short clothesline. He hung all the wet clothing from it. He set his and Starsky's shoes in the oven and turned it on low Entering the bedroom stark naked, he sat on the edge of the bed and used the bedside phone to call Andy Wilkins. "Had a little problem, Mr. Wilkins," Hutch said when he got the security chief on the phone. "You Know that message we got from Captain Dobey to meet some snitch at Pier six?" ”Yes." “Four guys wearing ski masks jumped us with cargo hooks and belaying pins and tried to kill us."

"Good God!" Wilkins said. "Are you all right?" "Aside from getting wet. We both took headers off the dock. Do me a favor?" "Sure, Hutch." "Run over to Rick Hauser's ship chandler's shop and see if those four guys we told you about are still playing poker in Hauser's office. If they are, notice what they're wearing." "All right," Wilkins agreed. "You suspect it was them?" "Would seem awful coincidental if four different guys picked this particular time to try to waste us. Kind of like to know where Billy Desmond is right now, too." "He just left here," Wilkins said. "He and Nancy have both been in my office for the past hour, nearly. Billy wanted to explain about his past." After a short pause, Wilkins said a trifle defensively, "He's pretty convincing that he's reformed, Hutch. And he was pretty young when he was in trouble. Nineteen." Hutch said dryly, "As Starsky said, he uses charm as a commodity." “I haven't swallowed everything he said hook, line and sinker," Wilkins said quickly. "Tm just keeping an open mind about Billy. In any event, he couldn't have been one of your attackers, because he was with me when that happened." "Yeah," Hutch said even more dryly. "Makes a perfect alibi, doesn't it." "Well, I'll call you back soon as I check out the poker game," Wilkins said, "What's the number there Hutch gave it to him and hung up. Starsky emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a robe. Standing up, Hutch started past him toward the bathroom. As they passed, Hutch said, "Hung your wet clothes in the kitchen, stuck your wet shoes in the oven. Your gun and money and stuff is on the kitchen counter." Starsiy headed for the bed without answering. Hutch went on into the bathroom and closed the door. When he came out again after taking a shower, Starsky was under the bed covers, shivering. Hutch went over to Starsky's dresser, opened a drawer and took out some underwear. "What are you doing?" Starsky asked. "You expect me to put my wet underwear back on?" Hutch inquired. Starsky watched balefully as Hutch dressed himself completely in Starsky's clothes, including a pair of slacks he got from the closet. They were more than an inch too short, but otherwise fit well enough. When he was dressed, Hutch went into the kitchen to check on the shoes. Both pairs were still slightly damp, but he decided his were dry enough to use. Putting them on, he carried Starsky's into the bedroom. "What you want me to do with these?" he asked Starsky. Starsky's eyes glittered an answer that Hutch chose not to carry out. He set them on the floor next to the bed. Starsky looked him up and down, and his partner's bubbling healthiness seemed to irritate him. "Feel pretty good?" he asked with bitterness. "Feel wonderful," Hutch told him. showelly for you. I've got a chill, oven after that hot "Want me to call a doctor?" "How many years it been since you were last sick?" Starsky inquired irritably. "Doctors haven't been making house calls since you were a kid." "Maybe what you need is some old-fashioned home go," Huch said. "Hugey Bear wil know what to do. He picked up the bedside phone. starky said plaintively, "Haven't you done enough to me? Huggy will bring over some god-awful concoc to and make me eat it, then I'll throw up." "With your cast-iron stomach you can eat any-thing," Hutch said. "If you can digest cordogs and root beer for breakfast, you can stand anything Huggy brings you for lunch." He dialed a number. After a few moments, he said, "Huggy? Starsk is fiat in bed with the ague. He fell off the dock and got all wet." Hutch listened, then said, "I don't know what's in the kitchen. We're at his place, not mine. Can't you have Angie brew something up and bring it over?" "No!" Starsky objected. "Don't have him do that" "Okay," Hutch said into the phone. "See you in a little while." He hung up. Starsky said, "Why do you keep piling griefs on me, Hutch?" "Im trying to help you, Starsk. Because you're not only my partner, but my best friend." "Thank God I'm not your worst enemy," Starsky said dolefully.

Sorry if there’s any errors in here! Totally didn’t proof read- I’ll post the photos in another post for anyone who wants them! Just had to share this chapter because I couldn’t believe how domestic they were. the episode is already so domestic I couldn’t believe it got even cuter in the book 😭

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this is so cute!

@littledemondani - her smut? her fuckboy!eddie? got me moaning and weak in the knees and for what?

@eddieschains - dad!eddie is my guilty pleasure and her fics with him make me feel all the emotions! plus, her angst always has be on the edge of my seat

@eddiemunsons-missingnipple - everything is always chefs kiss and i love the fluff she throws in with some of her smut! i love a good flut fic 😂 her version eddie is special to me idc

@andvys - oh my god, the fucking angst! andy will have me crying over a fictional character like they’re real! need a whole box of tissues just to need one fic

@eiightysixbaby - has turned me into a jonathan girlie and i have no shame about it at all! and her smut? the way it’s soft but rough at the same time? omg omg

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danggg where's that pool scene gif from the covenant 👀 young seb drooling over the man swimming towards him, his legs locked up and refusing to help him not just stand there and s t a r e 👀👀

(chase x andy or evanstan? both delicious thots mhm)

i mean, since we're talking about the covenant, let's incorporate the shower scene to this fantasy, shall we? months later he surprises his daddy with a visit to the pool during his regular workout hours and shows up with a skimpy little number...

cue the possessive hands all over chase's body, the brat in him going pliant over the bigger man's fingers cupping his jaw and the other slowly inching towards his tiny little trunks... andy going, 'this a present for me, sweet thing?' while chase lets out a groan, he can't think anymore, ok? he just wants those large hands in him, on him, any way he can get it, please!

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Woooof, yeah, that's a great fucking AU idea! Twink Sebastian with DILF fucking Evans 😮‍💨😮‍💨

And, Jesus Christ, the idea of Chase (or Sebastian) showing up at the pool later to surprise Andy (or Chris)? Too much. 😮‍💨😮‍💨

He'd be covered in goosebumps, shivering and shaking as Andy touches him everywhere--it's cold in the changing rooms, and Andy's big, possessive hands are damp but warm from the water he was just swimming in, plus, he's hot all over from exercising. His heart pounding in his chest, and the veins in the back of his hands and forearms emboldened. The temperature difference leaves Chase gasping, then weak at the knees as he melts, getting just as hot. Hotter. Blushing with his eyes rolling back into his head as Andy clamps one hand over his mouth, muffling all his pathetic, tiny mewls as he shoves his other hand underneath his flimsy excuse for swim trunks and plays with his little hole. It's so sensitive and, "my, my, my, what's this? Were you already greedy today, sweetheart? Were you playing with yourself before you came and gave yourself to me to have? Presented on a silver fuckin' platter. Swear to God." He's already slick and loose with lube.

Chase whines and claws at his wrist and forearm, struggling to hold onto anything and not slump down the lockers he's been pressed against. Stuck between Andy's hot, big, broad chest and the cold metal lockers behind him. Overwhelmed.