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Kiss & Make Up

Summary: Bianca finds out that her friend’s parents are getting a divorce. Could her own be next? Andy Barber x Black!Reader, Bianca Barber

Warnings: Fluff, Concerned Bianca, Mentions of Arguing, Smut (implied), Minors DNI

A/N: Please enjoy and let me know what you think. Part of my Growing Pains Series. Not beta’d. Semi-proofread. All mistakes are my own. Thanks for reading.

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“Busy day tomorrow?” You ask your husband as you climb into bed. As usual, you were wearing a pair of sleep shorts and one of his t-shirts. 

“Actually, I think it’s gonna be a pretty light day.” He responds as he continues to iron his light blue dress shirt. “You wanna do lunch, baby girl?”

“Dunno.” You pretend to think as you swipe through your phone. “I’m going to have to check with my assistant, maybe move some things around on my calendar.” You hear Andy chuckle. “Ugh. I’d hate to have to reschedule laundry, but I think you're worth it.

“Well, thank you for clearing your calendar for me. I’ve never felt more loved.” You let out a snort when he rolls his eyes. 

“You’re welcome, Andy Bear.” You chirp as you snuggle under the blankets. “Where do you wanna go? Also, hurry up so you can come snuggle with me. It’s hard to keep warm in such a big, empty bed.” You give your Big Man your best pout. 

He just smiles and shakes his head. “One more shirt, little love, and then I’m all yours. And how do you feel about burgers? There’s this new place about fifteen minutes from the office that’s supposed to have a killer bison burger and -”

“Mama? Daddy?” Whispers a little voice. Sitting up, you spy your oldest baby, Bianca, hovering just outside your door.

“It’s late, honey. What’s wrong? Why aren’t you in bed?” You turn and check the clock which reads 11:03pm. 

“I need to talk to you.” She looks down at her bare feet. “Please.”

“Okay, come on in, Bianca Boo.” Andy replies, setting down the iron. 

“Come sit up here with me and talk to us.” You tell her as you pat a spot next to you on the bed. Letting out a soft sigh, she does just that as your husband walks over to join you both. “What’s going on?”

“It’s just that, um…” She wipes at her eyes with the back of her hand. “Daddy…are you and Mama gettin’ a divorce?”

Huh? Say what?

“A divorce?” You and Andy repeat at the same time. 

“Of course not, baby.” Your husband murmurs, clearly just as shocked as you are by her question. “We’re never getting a divorce. Not now, not ever.”

Wrapping your arms around her tiny waist, you lovingly pull her into your lap. “Why would you think we were getting a divorce, BiBi?” You rest your head atop her bonnet covered curls. 

“Because Carly Mason’s parents are getting a divorce and she was crying about it at lunch today. She has to move and everything, and even go to a new school and stuff.”

“Oh, baby, I’m so sorry. But I’m sure you’ll still be able to see her outside of school.”

“It’s not that. It’s more like, um, she told me her parents used to argue a lot. And you and Daddy were arguing the other day about groceries and the credit cards and you slammed the door super hard when you went outside and Daddy slammed the door super hard when he went into his office and -”

“Okay, okay.” You gently cut her off, knowing that your sweet girl had a tendency to ramble when she was upset or nervous, just like you. Your eyes stray towards Andy as you try to figure out how to continue.

He lets out a sigh as he attempts to collect his thoughts before speaking. “First of all, BiBi, your Mama and I are sorry that you saw us arguing like that.”

“Yes, we are.” You agree. “I think that Daddy and I both were just having a rough day.”

“Uh huh. Your Mom sent me to the grocery store with a list, and somehow I still forgot to get a bunch of things. Although, if I may, I’d like to blame A.J. and KitCat for that fiasco, because they kept making me laugh.” Andy playfully waggles his eyebrows at his little girl. “Which is why the three of us aren’t allowed to go shopping together anymore.”

“They sure aren’t. And Mama forgot to pay a bill. See, I thought I had it set to auto-pay, but I completely forgot that I received a new debit card in the mail and hadn’t added it to the account yet. So we had to pay a late fee. But it’s all fixed now.” You flash them both a smile. 

“Oh, okay.” 

“But we shouldn’t have gone around slamming doors like that. I mean, it’s only natural that parents argue sometimes, but that wasn’t very nice of us. Especially not in front of you guys.” 

“No, it wasn’t.” Andy murmurs. “Which is why we apologized to one another as soon as we calmed down. We’ll try to do better sweetheart, but I can’t promise you that your mother and I will always agree on everything.” He presses a kiss to one of her small hands.

You begin lightly rocking your baby back and forth. “Daddy’s right, but what we can promise you is that we’ll always kiss and make up.” 

“Oh, gross!” She grunts as she scrunches up her little face. “No kissing. And no divorce. I don’t wanna move.”

“You got it, kid. Anything else you wanna talk to me and Mama about?” Andy asks.

“Nope.”

“Alright, well, we love you. Now, give us both a hug and get your tush back in bed.” 

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Ten minutes later…

Crisis averted, Andy quickly goes back to ironing.

“Um, by the way, I believe you were the one who decided that divorce wasn’t an option. I don’t recall having any say in the matter.” You inform him, cocking your head to the side. 

“I’d like to think that I made the decision for both of us.” Comes his gruff response as he attempts to smooth out a particularly stubborn wrinkle. “Why? You suddenly feel like angling for one?”

You allow yourself to fall backwards into bed. “Eh, not sure.” You sigh. “It’s gonna depend on how good that bison burger is tomorrow. If it sucks, I might serve you papers right then and there.”

“So, you’re telling me that our entire marriage, our beyond epic love story, currently hinges upon whether or not you like what you have for lunch tomorrow?”

“Yep.”

“Well, shit. Maybe I’d be better off taking you out to Miyoko’s for sushi.” Your husband mumbles, making you giggle. “Can’t go wrong with that one.”

“Nah, you’ve got my heart set on that damned burger. And it had better be good or it’s the end of the line for you, Mr. Barber. Now hurry up and come cuddle with me. If I have to tell you again, I’m afraid I might have to rough you up.” You aggressively flex your little biceps for added emphasis. 

Andy lets out a low whistle as he hangs up his last shirt and unplugs the iron. 

“I’m all done, sweetheart. But if you still feel like you need to get rough with me…” You watch as your man slowly peels the t-shirt from his delicious body before climbing across the bed to loom over your smaller frame.

“Then who am I to stop you?” He asks before nipping your chin. “Hurt me good, baby.” 

END

[andydrysdalerogers]

Aurora ~ Part One

Pairings: Andy Barber vs Lloyd Hansen; Andy Barber x OFC Aurora "Rory" Thatcher

Summary: Rory has opened a new bakery in town. And the local mafia boss has taken an interest...

Work Count:4.6K

Warnings: Mafia! Andy Barber, assault, fluff, mentions of parental death, this is a multi-verse of mixed characters

This work is 18+ only. Please heed the warnings and walk away as this story does get violent as it goes on...

Banner by @justawriterand

Mood board and dividers by @firefly-graphics

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

Welcome to Newton.  A sleepy town outside of Boston.  Where kids can play with their friends and shop owners advertise with signs on the street.  It’s a quiet town.  An unassuming town.  A town where one-man rules and no one forgets it.  This town, Newton, is Andy Barber’s town. 

Aurora Thatcher wiped the sweat from her brow as she placed the last table in her shop.  Her shop.  The bakery that Rory always dreamed about.  The Sweetest Things. It took two years, one loan from her grandparents but it was here. The décor was Parisian, black, white and pink.  The displays would be filled with her treats.  The checkerboard floor was polished, the white tables and chairs ready for customers to sit and enjoy their treats. Rory smiled. Everything was perfect. 

The bell over the door rang, startling you from your thoughts. A man with dark hair, scruff on his shin stood in the doorway. “Miss Thatcher?”

“Yes? Sorry, we are closed.”

“I know Miss Thatcher. My name is Nick, Nick Fowler. I work for Mr. Barber.” He offer what she assumed to be a gentle smile, trying not to scare her.

She froze. Mr. Andrew Barber, the notorious mob boss. He ran this town and everyone in it. She had been made aware of this early on and while Rory knew he wouldn’t hurt her, she still feared him. “Hello Mr. Fowler. How can I help you?”

Nick Fowler smiled at the pretty young thing standing in from of him. She was petite, with dark hair pulled into braids and a bun, large doe eyes that alluded to the innocence of her. She was beautiful but she also didn’t realize it.  Her shirt was tight to her body covered by an apron.  Nick licked his lips at the girl, adjusting his jeans subtly, not wanting to scare her. “I’m sure you are aware Miss Thatcher that there is a certain, let’s call it, leasing fee, that comes with owning a shop in this town.”

Rory gulped. “Yes Mr. Fowler. My landlord made me aware.” She shuffled to the register and pulled the envelope full of cash for him. “I was advised the leasing fee was two.”

Nick opened the envelope full of $20 bills. He looked up at her with a smirk. “To start Miss Thatcher. Depending on how profitable you are, that may change. Do you understand?”

Rory nodded, trying not to cry.  She watched as Nick sniffed the air. “You got any samples?” She nodded again and moved to package up some treats she had made.  A couple of croissants, some Danishes, cookies, and her signature red velvet cupcakes.  Nick pulled out his wallet to pay but Rory waved him off. 

“If you like them, you can just send customers my way.” 

“Thank you, Miss Thatcher. Have a nice evening.” 

Rory watched him leave and then sag against the counter, the tears she fought so hard to hide finally falling. 

Nick walked back into the office, munching on one of the heavenly cookies Rory had given him.  He swallows as he saw his boss reviewing some documents, his third in command, Sam Wilson, reviewing the monitors for the casino. “Hey Boss!”

“Fowler.  How’d it go?” Andy never looked up from what he was reading. 

“Smoothly.  The owner was ready for us.”  He tossed the envelope on the desk.  “She was sweet but scared. Killer body. Amazing baker.”  He put the box of treats down carefully. 

“Good to know my tenants warn the new people.”  Andy looked up at Nick with a smirk. “You have something,” pointing to the side of Nick’s mouth, a smear of chocolate on his lip.

“Shit, sorry boss.”  He took out a napkin to wipe his face. 

“Was that from the baker?” Andy looked at the box. 

“Yeah, Miss. Thatcher. Sweet thing.  She gave them to me.  Said that if we liked them to send her customers.  By the way, I will.  She’s that good.” 

“Hmm, red velvet. My favorite.”  Andy plucked the cupcake out of the box and took a bite.  He couldn’t help the moan that escaped his mouth.  “Fucking Christ, that’s good.” 

“Told ya. Wilson, you have to try these.” 

The men munched on the treats as Andy put the money away.  “So, Miss Thatcher was amiable?” 

“Very.  Wouldn’t mind going back and visiting with her.  Get to know her… personally.” Nick smirked at the thought.

“You will do no such thing Nick.”  Andy frowned.  He had never met the girl, but he knew Rory’s grandparents and was doing them a favor by charging such low rent. “She’s innocent.  So just do your job and that’s it.” 

A couple of months had passed, and the bakery was a hit on the block.  The rate of growth left Rory happy but unsettled.  Nick has been back as promised, once a month to collect rent.  He could see the growth but didn’t charge her more.  Every time he stopped by Rory had a box of treats for him, especially saving a couple of red velvet cupcakes after Nick mentioned that Mr. Barber liked them. 

It was nearly closing time when the doorbell rang.  Rory looked up from her sweeping to see a gruff dark hair man enter with a lankier man.  She went to the register and smiled.  “May I help you?”

“I’ve come to collect the rent,” he replied.  She paled. 

“I’m sorry, M-Mr. Fowler already came by to pick it up.  I’m sorry.” 

The man leered at Rory.  “Stupid bitch,” he growled. “This is my block.”  He came around the counter. Rory froze as he stalked towards her. “Guess, you’ll have to pay me another way.”  He twirled a tendril that had fallen from her ponytail, the smile on his face sadistic. 

Andy was in desperate need of caffeine. After wiping the blood from his bruised knuckles and taking care of the issue with the casino behind the antique store, he heard his stomach rumble. “Work” had left him tired and hungry.  He spotted the new little bakery and decided to visit and meet the Thatcher’s granddaughter.  He walked across the street and peered in the window.  He watched as a young woman pushed Rumlow away from herself and Rumlow reach back and slap her, the force pushed her to the floor.  He raced into the shop. “The fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Brock looked up to see his boss standing in the doorway with a look of fury.  “Mr. Barber, sir, I’m just collecting…”

“I told you, I already paid Nick two days ago,” Rory whispered from the floor, holding her cheek. 

“Rumlow, she’s on Fowler’s list. Leave now and never come back here again.” 

“But sir…”

“GET THE FUCK OUT!”

Brock scurried like the rat he is and left, taking Ward with him. 

Andy walked around the counter and kneeled beside Rory. “Are you alright?”

Rory was still holding her cheek, a single tear falling down her face.  “I’m fine.” 

Andy’s heart cracked. “No, you’re not.” He stood up and went to the back.  She heard the freezer open and close.  He returned to her with ice wrapped in a towel.  “Here,” he gently pressed the towel to her face. She winces and he brushes a strand of hair from her face. “My name is Andy.” 

She knew who he was. “Rory. Uh, Aurora,” she whispered.  He could feel the tremble through her body. 

“That’s a beautiful name.” She maintained her eyes casted down. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he reassured. He could still see the fear in her posture.  Rory refused to look at him, keeping her eyes casted down. She didn’t want to make the mobster mad, but Andy studied her.  She was beautiful, even as she was covered in flour, tear tracks and a red mark covering her face.

Rory’s voice quivered as she spoke.  “I’m sorry Mr. Barber.  I didn’t mean to talk to your man that way or shove him.”  She stood up.  “I – I can pay if you need me too.”  She went to the register, still refusing to meet his eyes. 

The buzz of the register brings Andy out of whatever trance her body had put him in. “If you say you paid Nick, then I believe you.”  She nodded. But Andy wanted to see her face. “Look at me.” She froze, her heart begins to pound. She was sure he can hear it thumping against her rib cage, wanting to escape. “I said, look at me.”  He grasped her chin and tilted her head to meet his eyes.  Their height difference was significant.  He was easily over six feet while she was just over five. Soft brown eyes meet his blue green ones, and she was lost.  Rory could see every line in his irises, like a map that she wanted to study. 

Andy tried not to lose himself in her eyes.  “You are under my protection.  No harm will come to you ever again.  Do you understand sweetheart?” Rory nodded, unable to let go of his gaze. “Good. Now, what time do you close?”

“In an hour and then I have to prep for tomorrow,” she whispered. She never took her eyes off of him. She took in the rich texture of his suit, the dark blue complimenting his eyes, his full beard accentuating his full lips.  But then she saw it.  A speck of blood on the collar of his white shirt. She locked eyes with him again and she swallowed. 

Finally breaking the stare down, Andy looks at his watch. “I’ll be by in a couple of hours to take you home.  I’ll send Nick to watch over you.” 

“You don’t have to do that Mr. Barber. I can take care of myself.”

“No, I do.” He gently caressed her cheek. She closed her eyes at his touch. “Finish up sweetheart. Go on. I’ll wait for Nick.” 

Rory offered a small smile as she went back to her cleaning and organizing.  Andy called Nick over and five minutes later the man himself strolled in.  “Hey Rory! Any cookies left?”

“Hi Nick. Yeah, in the back. Help yourself.” 

“Hey boss.” Nick nodded to Andy. “What’s going on?”

“Rumlow was here, claiming to be collecting the rent but I think he was after something more.”  His eyes moved to Rory as she wiped down the ovens. 

“Shit. Ok, what’s the plan?”

“I want protection for her at all times. Get Parker or Lang to watch her.  I need to take care of somethings with Barton but I’ll be back.  We’ll discuss how to handle Rumlow later.” 

“You got it boss.” 

“And Fowler, if anything happens to her, I’ll consider it your fault.”  Andy turned and found Rory stocking ingredients. He observes her as she straightens the boxes and bags, her curves more defined when not hidden by her apron.  He wants to run his hands over her back and down her backside to grasp the globes of her ass while he holds Rory tight to him.  He clears his throat to bring his mind back from dirty thoughts and catch her attention.  “Sweetheart, I have business to finish but I’ll be back. Please, don’t go anywhere without Nick.”  

“Yes, Mr. Barber.” Rory chewed on her lip. 

Andy took a few steps towards her.  He cupped her chin and using this thumb pulled to release her bottom lip. “What I wouldn’t give to bite that lip,” he whispered. Rory sucked in a breath and closed her eyes.  “I hope I get that chance soon,” he breathed in her ear and placed a small kiss on her cheek, the whiskers of his beard tickling her face. “Soon, beautiful.” And then he was gone. 

Rory took a moment to calm herself.  Having never met the man before today, the emotions and attractions were new.  Andrew Barber was sex walking in her eyes.  His height was perfect, allowing her to still study him when she locked eyes with him. Those eyes, the eyes that allowed you to get lost in the deepest of oceans and yet still see the sky. His face, after it let go of the fury, was kind.  He looked at Rory, not with anger, but with longing or dare she say it, lust.  Rory’s body clenched at the thought of Andy’s hands on her and she shook her head to clear her thoughts.  Rory went back to work and chatted with Nick.

“You ok cupcake?”

She tilted your head. “Cupcake?”

“Would have called your kitten but I don’t think the boss would have liked that,” Nick replied as he leaned on the door frame.  He was no slouch either, with his blue sweater bring out the blue in his eyes. 

He seemed angry earlier. Rory got on her tip toes to get a canister onto a higher shelf. Nick got behind her to help, placing the canister with ease. 

“Boss doesn’t like it when an innocent is hurt.” Nick tilted her face to see the small bruise forming on her cheek.  “Rumlow crossed a line. Did you put ice on this?”

“Andy gave me some.” Rory blush at saying his name. It felt good to say his given name. But then the thought of Rumlow entered back into her mind.  “He isn’t going to come back, is he?”

Nick clenched his jaw.  “Not if we have any say. Rory, you are on my list so your protection is my responsibility, and the boss will make sure of that.  Don’t worry cupcake. We’ll take care of you.”

Rory and Nick continue to work, she was prepping and Nick finishing the cleaning.  As she placed the last of the doughs in the fridge, the bell tingles again, making her jump and coward behind the shelf, her breathing becoming more rapid. This little piece of metal was now making sounds that terrified her. Rory sinks down to the floor, wondering what was happening to her. 

“Sweetheart? Are you here?”

The sweetest voice calls for her. Rory stood up and peek her head around the shelf. “Hi.” 

“Rory? What’s the matter?” Andy can see her body is tense, her eyes round with fear. She shakes her head, knowing she was being ridiculous.  She headed to her office, but Andy stops her.  “Talk to me.”  

“The bell.” Rory looked down.  “I don’t like the bell anymore. It scares me,” she says in a small voice, ashamed that the offensive, non-descript piece of metal is messing with her psyche. 

Andy gathered her in his arms, holding her tights. “Won’t let anything happen to you.  Promise.”  He let go and followed her into the office.  Rory grabbed her bag and keys and walked out with Andy and Nick.  Nick cleared his throat. 

“So Rory, I have a friend who is looking for work.  Good kid, hard worker.  Maybe you should hire him to help you out?”

Andy hid his smile, knowing what Nick was doing. Planting Parker as a worker would be perfect. 

Rory smiled.  “I could use the extra help.  Send him my way.” 

Andy took her hand and placed it in the crook of his arm, and he walked to the car. Nick opened the door and Andy helped her in.  “Where to?”

“I’m about ten blocks away but I can walk, really.” 

Andy cocked an eyebrow towards her, and she stopped.  Nick pulled into traffic and a few minutes later they were parked in front of her building. Andy stopped her as she climbed out of the car.  “Have dinner with me.” 

There was no point in trying to refuse.  This was Andy Barber and he always got what he wanted.  Rory nodded. “Ok.” 

“Tomorrow night.  I’ll be by.”  He kissed her hand and let her go. 

When Rory woke up the next morning, she could have sworn that last night was a dream.  Andy Barber did not ask her out on a date, that Rumlow guy hadn’t attacked her.  She got up and got ready for the day.  She saw a dress that she had purchased on a whim.  It was white with blue flowers, empire waisted, boat neck, sleeveless.  The dress fell to her knees.  Maybe it wasn’t a dream.  She pulled the dress out along with some blue heels, just in case. Rory grabbed her bag and headed out into the crisp morning.  She missed the sedan that was following her. 

Rory got to the shop and there was a young man sitting on the stoop.  She froze and he jumped up.  “Hi, are you Miss Thatcher?”

“Yes?” She looked at him warily. 

“My name is Peter.  Peter Parker. Mr. Barber and Mr. Fowler said I should come by about a job.”

Rory swallowed hard.  Yesterday was not a dream.  She remembered everything.  Nick and Andy promised to take care of her.  Peter could see the hesitation.  “Oh sorry.  Here.”  He handed her a note. 

Cupcake, 

This is the guy I asked you about.  He’s a good kid and a hard worker.  Call me if you have any questions.  He’s also there to protect you if you need it. 

In your service, 

Nick

She looked at Peter.  She offered him a smile.  “Hi Peter.  It says here that you are a hard worker.” 

Peter smiled, his face nothing but positive. “Yes ma’am, ready to learn and help where I can.” 

“Ew, don’t call me ma’am.” Peter let out a chuckle. “Its Rory. Let me show you inside.”  She got him an apron and walked him through the store.   He was a quick learner, and his strength helped a lot.  He got all the tables set up and straightened, the heavy coffee pots moved and set without a sweat. Nick was right. Peter was strong and it helped calmer her nerves, you know, just in case someone unsavory showed back up to the shop. 

About an hour before closing, Nick strode in with a box.  “Hey cupcake!”

“I see we are sticking with the nickname.”  She rolled her eyes but smiled.  “Hi Nick.  What’s with the box?”

“Boss asked me to install a new security system for you and close the shop. But don’t worry, the only thing I’ll take are any leftovers.”  He winked at her. 

“But…”

“No buts. He said, and I quote, ‘I need my sweetheart to have time to get ready.’ So out with you. Parker and I can handle this.  You’re closed tomorrow anyways so no prep.” Nick took her keys from her.  “Wilson will take you home.” 

“Wilson?”

A kind looking man was outside. He turned at the sound of his name and nodded at her. Nick handed Rory her bag and guided her outside.  “Wilson, this is Miss Rory Thatcher. Take care of her.”  He turned to you.  “Have fun cupcake.”  Sam led her to the car and started to drive. 

“How do you know where I live?”

“Mr. Barber told me.”  He pulled in front of the building just a few minutes later.  “I’ll be outside, on watch.” 

“Ok.”  The thought of someone watching her building was enough to send her in a panic. Rory locked the door after rushing in and sank to the floor.  How was this your life?  Was it wise to go on a date with Andy Barber? Her thoughts were interrupted by the phone ringing. She smiled as she read the caller ID.  “Hi Nana.” 

“Hello my darling! How are you?”

“I’m good Nana.  Business is booming.” 

“That’s wonderful my darling. Any plans this evening.” 

Rory hesitated.  She might as well come clean since it would probably get out sooner than later.  “I’m going to dinner with Andrew Barber.”  The silence on the other end of the phone was deafening. “Nana?”

“Did he threaten you?”

“No! He helped me with a difficult… umm… customer and then he asked me to dinner.  He was a perfect gentleman.” 

Her grandmother was in a peculiar state: quiet.  She was concerned at Rory’s defense of the man. “Rory, just, make sure the man is respectful.” 

“I will Nana. I have to get ready.  I’ll call you tomorrow.” 

“Have fun my darling.” 

Rory hung up and got ready.  A shower, hair done, makeup on, she pulled on her dress, stockings and heels.  As she was sliding earrings on, the doorbell rang. 

Andy has always been a confident man.  Nothing has ever made him nervous or scared. Until he looked into her eyes.  Her big, innocent, doe eyes, the beautiful color enrapturing him to his very soul.  They were eyes that could see right through him, haunting him as he tried to sleep.  How had he not made the effort before to come and see her? No matter.  Now he was standing on Rory’s stoop, a bouquet of pink roses in his hands, waiting for her to open the door.  Andy never felt the need to have a partner in life after Laurie, a wife to make his queen. Until he saw her. 

When she opened the door, Andy was at a loss for words.  Her innocence shined through in her appearance and yet his thoughts were of nothing but how to get her naked as fast as humanly possible. “Sweetheart, wow,” he said.  Then he heard the sweetest sound...

Her giggle. 

“Thank you, Mr. Barber,” Rory’s cheeks faintly pink, eyes cast down. 

“Andy, sweetheart. Call me Andy.” He offered the flowers to her. I” thought these would match your beauty, but I can see now that only you are that beautiful.” 

Rory blushed again.  “I’m sure that’s not true but thank you.”  She kept her eyes downcast. 

Andy grasped her chin and tilted her head to force her to look at him. “If I say something, I mean it. You are gorgeous Miss Thatcher.  Do you understand?”  

“Yes,” she whispered. 

“Yes what?”

“Yes, sir.”  Her submission was surprising.  She moved to put the flowers in a vase, her mind racing.   She always considered herself independent, self-sufficient, in need of no man.  But here she was, submitting to Andy Barber without thinking twice.  How did he have a hold of her so quickly. His deep commanding voice brought her out of her thoughts.

“I thought dinner and then a stroll, my dear.  Is Chinese ok?”

“Yes, I love Chinese.”  She gave him a genuine smile and it warmed Andy’s heart.  He offered his arm after she closed her door.  He guided her to the car and once in, his driver pulled away.

Once at the restaurant, she waited for her door to be opened as Andy had gripped her hand when she went to open it. She saw Nick approach the door and open it, “Hi Rory.” 

“Hi Nick,” as she climbed out with Andy’s helps. It was dawning on Rory that this was how Andy was treated when he was out and about in his city.  He was treated like the King he is.  As he climbed out, Nick gave him a subtle nod, as if answering an unasked question.  Andy placed a hand on her back and guided her onto the restaurant.  When she looked around, the place was deserted save a man holding a bottle of wine. “Andy?”

“I don’t want people to know my business until I am ready for them to know. So I bought out the restaurant for the evening.” He had the hostess lead them to a table. It had fresh roses and little tea candles.  Rory looked around and saw that the entire restaurant was glowing from candles.  Andy pulled out a chair for her to sit. 

The waiter didn’t ask but immediately poured wine into the glasses. “Plum wine to start miss, sir. Pairs well with the moo-shi appetizer.” Another waiter brought out a plate of food. 

Rory picked up the chop stick to start eating and she notice Andy was struggling, frowning and frustrated.  “May I show you?”

Andy snapped his head up as she rose from her seat.  Rory stood behind him and placed her hand over his, her face close to his.  He was enthralled. He could smell her perfume, the scent of her shampoo. He could almost taste her skin, the creaminess entrancing him.  Her small delicate hand was soft but firm from years of kneading dough.  She softly formed his fingers into the right position.  As she withdrew, her hand grazed his knuckles ever so gently that it raised goosebumps.  “There,” she pronounced, “try it.” 

Andy tried and succeeded grasping the food.  Rory smiled and moved to sit when Andy grabbed her hand.  She gasped at the sudden movement, a tremble moving through her body, Andy could feel the fear racing through her.  He gently pulled her hand and brought it to his lips.  He placed a gentle kiss to her knuckles.  “Thank you, sweetheart.” 

She blushed at the gesture.  “You’re welcome.”  She sat back down.

“Tell me about yourself.” Andy wanted to know everything about her. 

“Well, I grew up a few blocks from the bakery.  My grandparents took me in after my parents died.” 

“I’m sorry to hear that.” 

“It’s ok. I was ten when that happened.  I started baking as a way to meet friends and it just grew from there.” 

“I do have to complement your bakery.  That red velvet cupcake is divine.” 

Rory giggled.  “That’s my specialty.  It’s my favorite flavor.” 

Andy looks at her with adoration.  “Mine too.” 

The conversation flowed for the rest of the mean with Andy asking question after question, absorbing everything he could.  Turns out, pink roses were Rory’s favorite.  She toys with her wine glass.  “So, will I get to learn more about you Mr. Barber?”  Her tone is flirty. 

The question took him back.  He signaled the waiter and paid before leading her out.  “Let’s take a stroll.”  He walked next to Rory, contemplating what to say.  He cleared his throat. “I built my standing from the ground up.  The people in this town needed protection from a devil of a man.  I did everything in my power to first, protect my neighborhood and then eventually the town.  I did have a woman, Laurie and she had my child, Jacob.” His eyes had sorrow at the mention of his son.  “But they both died in an accident many years ago when he was just a baby.  Since then, I focused on my business.  I made it strong, brutal even.  I had no reason to look at life differently.  Until I saw you. 

“Me?”

“You.  You were like a breath of fresh air. So beautiful, so innocent. I just… I just wanted to know you.” 

“I’m no one special Mr. Barber. Just a girl trying to make her way in the world.”  Rory stopped to look at the sky.  “It’s so pretty here.” 

Andy stood behind her, running his nose by her neck, hearing her breath hitch in surprise but noting how she closed her eyes, as if she was holding back her desire. “It’s because you are trying to make your way in the world that draws me to you.”  She looked back at him. “May I kiss you Miss. Thatcher?” She nodded and he pressed his lips to her. 

His lips are full, soft and sweet.  One would think that his beard would be harsh but it’s not.  It’s soft, brushing against her face.  He pulls back and sees her slightly swollen lips, her eyes still closed.  He smiles but kisses her again, a little harder this time but not forceful.  Her lips meld to his, heating her very core. 

Kissing Andy Barber has to be her new favorite thing in the whole wide world. 

**

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[irrealisms]

the three worst girls since eve - we know the devil collages

[sources under cut]

jupiter

NASA - NASA - NASA and Seán Doran - wktd artbook - fakeyouth - creophagy, angelica alzona - nebula stories, paul juno - handshake, gabalut - shutterstock stock image - HANDS SPEAK SECRETS, sunsbleeding - chacoco - 10 am is when you come to me, louise bourgeois - hand sketch, magsmunroe - wuukasch - neon praying hands, alison ullman - life's anecdote, claine - kirkurada - birds hover the trampled field, richard siken - wasted, marya hornbatcher

venus

nebulous 12, tara andris - broken mirror/evening sky, bing wright - wktd artbook - aurora, jacob böhme - untitled eyes, shawn barber - sandalphon and metatron in their chrysalis, ultrainfinitepit - and the angel said, “DO NOT BE AFRAID.”, katz ripley - frommoon2moon - pinterest - effie lealand - ascending athena, amy judd - pinterest - soapstore - untitled (gabriel's wing), robert longo - pinterest - all EYES on YOU, elena kulikova - wikipedia page for lucifer

neptune

giorgio trovato - wktd artbook - contact, mé - swimming pool iv, margot olde loohuis - rorschach blot 02, wikimedia commons - dendritic drainage pattern, wikimedia commons - julia kadel - unsplash - brush elegy, robert motherwell - pinterest - rough seas near lobster point, robert henri - the great wave off kanagawa, katsushika hokusai - sol tenebrarum: the occult study of melancholy, asenath mason - dripping paint - pinterest - delectable-collectables

[robertalanclayton]

Ivan’s Barber Shop, Aurora Colorado, RA Clayton #barbershop

[thatnerdyqueer]

okay *deep breath* I think it's time we made a new intro post because I lost the old one lol

some trigger warnings:

i swear

discussions mental health stuff (suicide, sh, ed and body image)

global issues eg war, poverty, climate change, discrimination of all kinds

occaisional mentions of rape, substance abuse, domestic abuse (but this is fairly rare)

I do reblog stuff with mentions of sex in it, but nothing graphic

Things I post about (its so chaotic lol):

mostly multifandom

political stuff (see the tws for specifics)

The arts (linguistics - learning francais and gaeilge, philosophy, music! - I teach and play violin, and sing - film/theatre, writing)

random memes

queer stuff, lots of queer stuff

neurodivergence as well because my brain weird as hell

Things I'm a fan of (buckle up guys):

books:

Good omens

Project Hail Mary

Arc of a Scythe

LOTR, hobbit, and silm

osemanverse (ESPECIALLY LOVELESS)

Agatha christie

grishaverse

Percy Jackson

classics (oscar wilde, jane austen, nietzche, victor hugo)

Musicals and stage plays:

les mis (AND THE BOOK)

moulin rouge

natasha pierre and the great comet of 1812

hadestown

Rent

you know what I could go on and on about musicals lmao so we'll leave it there

Edward ii (christopher marlowe, essentially shakespeare but gayer)

Shakespeare, especially HAMLET

Oscar wiiiiiiilde (slay king)

Film/tv:

DOCTOR WHOOOOOO

GOOD OMENS

Merlin BBC

LOTR

Star wars (especially the tv shows)

Hugo Cabret (also read the book ofc)

Loki

Dead poets society (guys I swear im mentally stable)

Star trekkkkkkk

Music:

Hozier

Classicallllll (tchaikovsky, beethoven, barber, saint-saens, schubert, rachmaninoff, shosty)

AURORA

Queen

Broadway stuff as well ofc

Fave conductor of course bernstein (ik I'm a basic bitch)

[flamingplay]

I’ve got tagged by @blueberry-beanie to shuffle my music and post the first 10 songs, thank you a lot and let’s go with the list then:

Philadelphia by alt-J

A Potion for Love by AURORA

Poor Fake by Kelsey Lu

Therefore I Am by Billie Eilish

Backwards by Moyka

Hunger by Florence + the Machine

How by Daughter

Cough Cough by Everything Everything

I’m a Man by Black Honey

Adagio for Strings, Op. 11 by Samuel Barber

Tagging @lisanek, @swallowedinthestars, @sup--ernova, @there-is-purpose-after-all, @korekassandra, @thisworldisntrealhoney and if someone likes this kinda tag games, let me know, please, so you’ll feel included too!

[catholic-character-tournament]

More Catholic/Christian cultural vibes.

Not only am I very much a "Bleeding Heart Like Jesus" 'Christian'

But also Voodoo is a key part of my spirituality. It was initially just to stay covert, but each Loa (Spirit/diety) is tied to a Christian Saint. But eventually it has evolved to where the Saints are also now figures one can call upon in Voodoo.

The Saints are wonderful. Saint Martin de Porres is the coolest though

ooh very cool! I hope 🤞 to visit NoLo this summer and hopefully learn a little more about voodoo. Thinking of this quote from Aurora Levins Morales, about being born at the crossroads [of culture.] Folk/Ethnic expressions of Catholicism/Christianity are like that--a reflection of the ancestors and history and resilience and the new.

And yes! St. Martin de Porres!! He's very inspirational. For reference, St. Martin de Porres is the patron of mixed-race people, barbers, public health workers, and innkeepers.

[cevansbrat0007]

Your Little Monsters

Summary: After an exhausting day, all Reader wants is some intimate, alone time with her husband. But her children have other plans. Andy Barber x Black!Reader, BiBi Barber, KitCat Barber, RoRo Barber, A.J. Barber

Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Bubble Baths, Exasperated/Horny Reader, Exasperated/Horny Andy, Adorably Scarred Barber Kids, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Part of the Growing Pains Series. Please enjoy and let me know what you think. Semi-proofriend. All mistakes are my own.

___ 

Your whole Friday had been chaotic from the start, and you were over it.

It begins with Andy sleeping through his alarm, which meant (by default) so had you. After helping him get ready, you’re off to go wake up the kids. The only one who willingly complies is your sweet little RoRo. She immediately gets out of bed when you ask, right before sleepily walking into a wall. 

And then she apologizes to the damned thing before turning around and going to the bathroom.

You have to physically pull KitCat out of from under the covers and threaten to take away her Kindle privileges to get her to act right. 

“I’m gonna write about dis’.” She threatens. “You no look good.”

“Do your worst, kiddo.” You tell her, unfazed by your potentially unflattering portrayal in your six-year-old’s journal. “Now go brush your teeth.” 

And A.J. had an accident, his first in months. He’d leaked right through his pull-up. You call Andy to take care of him as you strip his sheets from the bed and throw them in the corner. Your District Attorney was already late. What would an extra twenty minutes hurt? You tell Andy to just give him a quick sponge-off in your bathroom and then you move on to your oldest daughter’s room. 

You find BiBi sitting up in her bed. 

“I would like to make it known that I do not wish to attend school today.” She tells you. 

“Aww.” You respond, almost out of patience. “Well, do it anyway.”

She huffs out a breath. “If I do, it will be under duress.” You suddenly regret buying her that “Word of the Day” calendar.

“I’ve got a couple good words for you, sweetheart. It’s called truancy laws. Now get dressed and get in the bathroom. We’re running late.”

She crosses her arms and glares at you. “I’m serious. If you’re not dressed in five minutes, I’m sending Daddy in here to pick out your clothes and you know he’s horrible at matching outfits.”

BiBi huffs again before propelling herself out of bed.

“Thank you.”

When it was all said and done, of course you’d missed the bus. Once again, with the help of Andy, you get your kids loaded into your car before handing each of them a strawberry poptart. 

And you make it to their school five minutes before the first bell is supposed to ring. Only to realize that you’d left all of their packed lunches in the fridge. 

Damn it!

___

After bringing the kids their lunches, you spend the rest of the day doing laundry and running errands. 

You knew via quick text from Andy that he’d had a rough day in court. They were just in preliminary proceedings as far as you knew, but he had been a little off his game today. 

Preaching to the choir, Big Man. 

But still, you felt bad for your husband. He prided himself on his ability to do his job, so he took setbacks personally. 

You’ll make him feel better tonight. You vow.

You look down at your phone, realizing you only had an hour before you had to pick the kids up from school. 

Time to focus on dinner. Tonight’s meal was barbecue pulled pork sandwiches, coleslaw, and french fries. 

With a sigh, you jog into the kitchen to check on your crockpot pork roast. Grabbing a fork, you test its tenderness. You bring a piece of the shredded meat to your mouth and let out a groan. Between the onion and garlic, along with the dash of cinnamon and liquid smoke, the flavor was wonderful. 

Reaching for another fork, you begin to shred the roast, which falls apart with ease. Once that part is done, you reach for your homemade barbeque sauce. This particular recipe belonged to your late grandmother, so you made sure to hold it close to the vest. Just like you did with your great grandmother’s macaroni and cheese recipe. 

Not that you were making that tonight.

You check your phone. 

Forty minutes until pick-up. 

It only takes you a few minutes to whip up a quick slaw to go with the sandwiches. You’d cheated this time and bought pre-packaged shredded cabbage instead of slicing your own, which sped things along. But you still made your own dressing. 

Once it’s finished, you put it in the fridge to chill. And then you turn off your crockpot. After that, you reach into the cupboard to grab the extra cheesy Goldfish Crackers. You and your kiddos loved these suckers. They were addicting! You also loved that the first ingredient in every bag of crackers was *smiles*. Anyway, you quickly pour some into four different snack bags.

17 minutes until pick-up.

Snagging your keys, you jump in the car and make the trip to your kids’ school for the third time that day. You earn your spot in the pick-up line with seven minutes to spare.

Your kids come rushing out, excited to see you. After hugs and snapping little people into car seats, you take off for home. Before you pull away, you hand out the snacks so that you can hopefully enjoy a little silence.

It works for a while, which is great because you eventually end up stuck in traffic. Fucking construction. 

And that’s when the arguing starts.

Someone’s bag had more crackers than everyone else (Bianca). Somebody was touching someone who didn’t want to be touched (A.J.). Someone was being a meanie and kept sticking their tongue out at everyone (Katrina). And now someone was crying (Rory).

You try to break it up and calm things down. You do! But then you feel a headache forming behind your left eye. And when it gets to a point when you feel like losing your cool and screaming at your children, you decide to be quiet.

You remember how much your parents used to scream and hit to get you and your siblings to behave, and that never solved a damned thing. So, you grit your teeth and work on getting your temper in check.

Thank you goodness you were almost back at the house.

___

Things calm down once you get home and your babies can retreat to their own spaces and activities. RoRo goes for her coloring book. KitCat grabs A.J. and begins to read him a book about Spot the Dog. And BiBi curls up on the couch for a little nap. 

Fine. With. You. 

You’re frying the french fries when Andy walks through the door. You know he’s home because all of your kiddos begin to shriek with excitement. 

Good. You think. Exhaust yourselves with Daddy. Mama needs her space. 

Feeling like a bad mom, you grab a bottle of Advil and pop three pills before chasing them with a glass of ice water. Keeping an eye on the first batch of fries as they cook in the oil, you turn the crockpot on “warm”. 

Your mind stays focused on dinner until you feel two strong arms wrap themselves around your waist, followed by the whisper of a kiss before a face buries itself in the curve of your neck. 

“Hi, my love. I missed you today.” Andy murmurs against your heated skin as he inhales your scent.

“I missed you too.” You tell him, allowing yourself to relax against his muscular frame. “Baby, is it bad that I want to feed our little monsters and put them to bed like now? I love them dearly, I do. And I swear I’d kill for them, but I’m ready for the day to be done.”

“Nope. Not at all. I love ‘em too, but I want my wife tonight. So, I say we feed ‘em, bathe ‘em, and put ‘em to bed as soon as we can. It doesn’t make us bad parents. It makes us human and -”

“Shit, the fries! Hold that thought, honey.” Grabbing your strainer, you begin to dump them onto a paper towel covered plate before lightly salting them. Once you’re done and you’ve scraped out the brown bits from the pot, you add more fries to the oil and start the process again. The first batch was for the kids. The second would be for you and Andy.

“What’s for dinner, Y/N?” Your husband asks.

“Barbecue pulled pork sandwiches.” You say as you grab the buns. “With homemade sauce and slaw, along with french fries.”

Andy groans in excitement. 

“Yes! I fucking love your pulled pork!” Your man does a little jig before picking you up and setting you on the counter. “You and all your delicious fucking food are the reasons I workout all the time.” He growls as he places soft, warm kisses along your jawline. “Always trying to fatten me up. Always taking such good care of me and the kids.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you nibble on his lower lip before sucking it into your mouth. Andy growls, prompting you to release him with a slight pop.

You flash him an impish grin.

“I figure if I fatten you up, then you’ll have a hard time running away from me.” You tell him with a giggle. “To be continued, Andy Bear. I gotta get the fries again.”

He reluctantly lets you hop down so you can repeat your earlier process. And then you pull the slaw out of the fridge.

“You want me to make yours or do you want to change your clothes first?” You ask as you grab your tongs and begin to mix up the meat. 

“I’ll eat that now. And then I’ll eat you later.” Your man doesn’t miss how his words make your thighs clench together in anticipation. “Oh yeah, I’m definitely saving room for dessert, baby girl.” He purrs as he watches you prepare his food. “I love making you blush. It’s so fucking adorable.”

“Well, stop it so I can concentrate, you menace. Slaw on the sandwich or on the side?”

“Never. And on the sandwich, please.”

You pile his sandwich high with the pork and then top it with the slaw. And then you load his plate with fries before handing it to him, along with a bottle of ketchup. He immediately takes a bite and lets out a satisfied moan. 

“Taste alright?” You ask him. 

“Fucking better than alright. Goddamned delicious.”

“Glad you like it. And watch your language, buddy. The kids are nearby. Now, you’re gonna have to get your own drink, sweetheart. I’ve got to make the kids plates.” You quickly put their meals together and set them on the table alongside Andy. 

“Babies! Time for dinner!”

Grabbing two sippy cups as well as two plastic cups, you pour everyone some freshly squeezed lemonade and place them around the table as well, just in time for your kids to run into the room and take their seats.

You’re grateful when Andy pauses his meal to put ketchup on everyone’s plates as you make your own sandwich. Once you’re done, you join them at the table. 

“Pass the ketchup please!”  

___

Two hours later…

Teamwork makes the dream work. 

Between you and Andy, you had your kids fed, bathed, and tucked in by 7:45pm. It was a little on the early side for a Friday, but they needed sleep and so did you. Besides, they’d all most likely end up in Bianca’s bed anyway. You guys had been smart to get her a full-sized bed instead of a twin.

Walking into your bedroom, you shut the door behind you and stretch. 

All you wanted to do was fuck your husband, snuggle up, and go to sleep. 

“Andy?” You call out.

“Bathroom, baby girl.” Padding your way towards the sound of his voice, you smile when you see that he’s run you both a bubble bath. He’s even lit a couple of candles, making the entire room smell like lavender and vanilla. 

You watch as he takes off his shirt, leaving his deliciously toned upper body bare to your gaze.

“C’mere, Y/N.” Your man purrs, his normally clear cerulean blue eyes darkening with lust. Doing as he asks, you keep moving until you’re standing in front of him, where he hands you a glass of chilled champagne.

Taking advantage of your closeness, you rub your small hand up and down his chest, allowing your fingers to trace your name where it’s tattooed on his skin. 

“I love you.” You whisper to him. “Sometimes I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“And I’d be lost without you, my sweet girl. Every damn day.” He pulls away to dim the lights and crack the door (to manage the steam), which you take as your cue to strip. 

You find yourself blushing as he watches you remove your clothes. Biting your lip, you resist the urge to hide your body from him, which is ridiculous since he’s seen it all before. You worked out when you could, and you tried to eat well, but you weren’t a fan of the stretch marks that adorned your hips and thighs. They weren’t bad, necessarily, but they did make you feel self-conscious.

Your husband did not care. Not one bit. The last time you’d brought it up, he’d called them the marks of a warrior, and your wonderfully ridiculous man had meant it.

“These marks are a reminder of your fight to bring our four babies into the world, so please don’t hide them from me, baby girl.” He’d murmured as you’d cuddled together in bed one night. “Don’t ever think you have to hide your body from me.” His fingers had begun tracing several of the marks on your outer thigh. “It hurts when you don’t trust me with all of you.”

“I swear you grow more gorgeous with each passing day,” he tells you as his gaze leisurely peruses your hips and ass, his skilled fingers itching to touch. 

“I don’t know about all that.” You murmur, feeling shy.

“Well, I do.” Andy grunts as he removes his pants. “And it’s the truth.”

He goes to reach into one of the bathroom drawers of your his and hers sink, specifically one of your drawers. You watch as your husband takes out some of the jojoba oil you like to use on your hair and scalp. Pouring some into his hands, he proceeds to apply it to your wild curls before piling them on top of your head and securing your mane with a hair tie. 

Wiping himself off, he goes to refresh the bath. Andy rewarms the water and adds more bubbles. And then, with a slight shrug, he lights one more candle. Once he’s satisfied with the temperature, he holds out his hand.

“Let’s get in, baby.”

Smiling, you bounce over to him and let him help you into the spacious tub. And then he joins you, pulling your small body against his own.

“Oh, god this feels good.” You moan as the hot water soothes your tight muscles. 

“I’m glad. I’d hate to sit here feeling like I was being boiled alive for nothing.” 

“It’s not that hot.” You giggle before turning to face him, your breasts pressing against his firm chest. “Andy Bear?”

“Yes, little love?”

“I want kisses.”

Without a word he captures your lips with his own. It’s a slow, sensual kiss. Your tongues mingling and exploring each other’s mouths as if you had all the time in the world. Eventually, your man pulls away to nip at your lips, your chin, your jaw…anywhere he can reach. 

You let out a little whine, prompting him to return his mouth to yours. He smiles into the kiss, loving the fact that you wanted him as much as he wanted you. Andy’s hands go to tenderly grip your ass under the water, gently rubbing and kneading your flesh. 

Moaning, you two deepen the kiss. 

And then you hear a scream.

Jerking apart, you notice that all four of your children have joined you in your bathroom. 

Bianca picks up a distraught Rory while desperately squeezing her eyes shut and muttering something about everything burning. “Gross!” Katrina shouts before throwing an arm over her face while using her free hand to pull A.J. backwards. He doesn’t mind. Your little boy is too busy wondering why Mama and Dada are “takin’ a baf’ togever”.

“Oh my god!” You yell, as you cover yourself by curling into Andy’s body and sinking deeper into the bubbles. “How come none of my four incredibly smart children know how to freaking knock?!” You bellow. “Go to bed and stay there!”

You watch as a little hand reaches out to grab your bathroom door and shut it. And then you hear a knock. 

Andy laughs softly as you roll your eyes. 

Sometimes your babies were so freaking literal. 

“What?” You snap. 

“We have a question!” KitCat yells through the door. 

“Ask it tomorrow!” Your husband calls out. 

“But, but is impotan’ Dada!” RoRo says. 

“Are any of you sick?” He growls. 

“No.” They all call out at the same time.

“Are any of you on fire?”

“No.”

“Do you have any broken bones?”

“No.”

“Then you’re all fine.” Andy grunts, trying to hold back even more laughter. “Go back to bed.”       

When you don’t hear anything, you assume your monsters have finally accepted defeat. You let out a sigh before grabbing your loofah. Without saying it, you both know that the mood is ruined. 

“We should’ve locked the door.” You tell him as you both wash up. 

“Yep. Oh well. I was planning on having my way with you in bed anyway. Our little bubble bath was just a warm-up.”

“And what a lovely warm-up it was.” You lean over to peck his lips before rinsing off your body. Andy steps out first. He dries off and wraps the towel around his waist, before holding one open for you. You step into it and snuggle against him once more.

“Make love to me, Andy.” You whisper as you look into his eyes.

“Your wish is my command, Y/N.”

You open your bedroom door, only to see that your bed is occupied by four little bodies, who are all fast asleep in your bed. 

“Are you serious?” You grumble. “Whaa - why?”

“Well,” Andy mumbles, “we did tell them to go to bed. We just never said where.”

With twin sighs, you both wander over to your respective dressers to grab some pajamas. You pull on some sleep shorts before Andy tosses you one of his shirts to wear. Once you’re dressed, you walk into your closet and pull out a pile of blankets. You proceed to make a pallet on the floor. And then you go back to grab pillows. 

“Baby girl.” Andy whispers as you prep your makeshift bed. You look at him and then find yourself having to hold back a squeal as he lifts you in his arms. Your man quietly carries you out of the room, down the stairs, and into his office where he locks the door. 

Yes! While you might've wanted soft and sweet not too long ago, you'd settle for hard and rough. All you knew was that you needed your man, and you needed him now.

Taking off his shirt and kicking off your shorts, you bend over the edge of his desk. Feeling horny and frustrated, you arch your hips and push your ass up in the air, before turning to look at him over your shoulder. 

“Come take your cunt, Daddy. Need you to split me in two with that big cock. Want you to wear me the fuck out so I feel you for days.” You growl. 

That’s all the invitation that your husband needs to fuck the shit out of your wet ass pussy.

___

Twenty minutes later, feeling sated and satisfied, the two of you make your way up the stairs. You climb onto your little bed on the floor and snuggle with your husband, enjoying the sweet ache between your thighs. 

“Good night, my sweet girl.”

“Good night, my Big Man. Sweet dreams.”

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You wake up the next morning, still on the floor, but this time you’re surrounded by children. RoRo is asleep on Andy’s chest, while BiBi is tucked in the crook of his right arm. 

A.J. is snuggled between the both of you, while KitCat’s little body is half sprawled atop your own. You shake your head and smile, This was your life now, and if you were being honest, it was pretty great. 

KitCat stirs for a moment. Opening her eyes, she whispers “Mama, we still have a question. Can I ask it now?”

“Yes, sweet baby.” You press a kiss to her curls. “What is it?”

“Well, we jus’ wanted tah know if we could sleep wif’ you. Das’ why we fell asleep in dah big bed. But you when you no get in, we come down here.”

Ahh. It all made sense now.

“Yes, you can sleep with us, my love. In fact, how about we get a little more sleep before we decide what to make for breakfast, alright?”

She nods and snuggles deeper into your side, as does A.J. With a sigh, you drift off, feeling thankful for your little monsters. 

END   

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Aurora ~ Part 6

Word Count: 3.5K

Summary: Andy prepares to rescue his sweetheart and Lloyd decides to just have a taste… 

Warnings: SMUT 18+, very dark, non-con oral (f receiving), mean! Lloyd, kidnapping, violence

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Aurora wished her life was over.  Lloyd would come into her room to “check” on her.  More like taste what he had paid for. At first, it was just unwanted touches to her face or neck.  Soon, it became kisses in the same places. She sobbed after he left, feeling like she was betraying Andy. 

Lloyd knew exactly what he was doing.  He had a little time to make Rory his and he knew it.  As he planned out his next move, Charles came in.  “Miss Romanoff is here, boss.” 

“Send her to my room, Blackwood.  Have Kemp bring my bride in as well.” 

“Yes, sir.” 

Lloyd looked over the computers.  He had a feeling, not a good one.  There hadn’t been many threats coming from Andy’s team, and it was a little unnerving. He sat, crossing his legs to see the monitors at a distant and took a sip of his Glenlivet. “What are you doing Andy?” He asked out loud.  “I know you aren’t just going to let her go.” 

After a moment, he got up and headed to the room.  Natasha spun when she heard him come in. “Mr. Hansen.”  She offered her hand. 

“Miss Romanoff,” as he took her hand and kissing her knuckles.  “You brought what I asked?”

“Dresses in different silhouettes.” She motioned to the rack.  “Where is the future bride?”

The door opened at that moment and Kemp brought in Rory, his hand roughly on his arm.  “She bit me.” 

“Well, you’re hurting her,” Lloyd said sarcastically.  “And who the fuck gave you permission to touch my woman.”  He withdrew his gun and pointed it at Steve. 

He held his hands up.  “I’m sorry.  She didn’t want to get up and I knew you were waiting.” 

Lloyd stared at his man.  “Touch her again without my permission and I will make sure to decorate your room with your brains.  Understand?”

“Understood sir.”  He quickly left the room. Lloyd spun back to the women. 

“Now, darling,” he looked at Rory.  “Natasha here will be putting you into some dresses for our big day.  Have fun and pick one.” He kissed her cheek.  “Don’t try anything, Aurora,” he whispered. “I have guards just outside. You have nowhere to run.”  He kissed her forehead before nodding at Natasha and leaving the room. 

Rory looked at the red head, tears streaming down her face.  Natasha studied her and could see what Andy had seen.  She was a cute little thing, perfect for someone who was looking to run his business quietly.  She turned to the rack and pulled the first dress. She walked towards Rory to hand it to her.  “Andy is on his way,” she whispered. 

Rory’s eyes went wide and she looked around.  “What?” She breathed. 

“I’m a friend of Andy’s but also a local dress maker.  That’s how Lloyd found me.” She pulled a dress out.  “This one, I think,” she said loudly. Nat dropped her voice again. “Andy is surrounding the building until I’m out and give them intel on you and where you are being kept.” 

Rory let out a tear but quickly wiped it away.  “I’m in a back room with a high window. I can’t reach it to get out.” 

Nat nodded as she pulled the fabric around Rory’s body.  “This is stunning I think.” 

Rory barely noticed the princess gown that was wrapped around her.  It was not something she would have ever wanted for her wedding dress.  But then again, all she had pictured for the last few months was when she would marry Andy.  Not if but when. “It looks great.”  She shrugged her shoulders. 

“Look, the sooner you choose one, the sooner I can leave and give Andy the intel,” she whispered on the pretense of checking the hem. “Lloyd is dangerous.” 

“I know,” she whispered.  “I think you are right,” she said aloud. “Thank you, Miss Romanoff.” They swiftly took off the dress.

“You will be a beautiful bride, Miss Rory.”  Nat gathered up her belonging and opened the door. Lloyd was waiting.  “She picked one, needs to be hemmed.  It’ll take a day.” 

“Fine,” Lloyd said.  “I want it to be perfect for my pumpkin’s special day.”  Rory tried not to flinch when the sociopath touched her.  He looked at Charles.  “Escort her back to her room, nicely.  I’ll see you soon, pumpkin.”  He left the room as Natasha was led out by Steve. 

Charles offered his arm like a gentleman to walk Rory to her room.  She took it hesitantly, knowing if she refused, it would be devastating to her in the long run. He walked her to the room and opened the door.  She barely took a step in before she was shoved up against the wall, Charles’s body pressed up against hers.  “Scream and you die.”  She nodded.  “God, Lloyd is a lucky son of a bitch.  I just want to taste what is bringing such powerful men to their knees.”  He placed a bruising kiss to her lips, forcing his tongue in her mouth.

Rory bit his tongue and pushed him away with a scream.  “Don’t touch me!” It was loud enough to alert Lloyd.  He came running in seeing Charles spit out blood and Rory back herself into a corner. 

Lloyd drew his gun.  “Did you touch her?”

There really wasn’t a point in lying since the evidence was quite literally in his face. “Just wanted a taste.” 

Lloyd’s face twisted in anger.  He pressed the barrel of the gun to Charles’s head. “She. Is. MINE!” 

Charles closed his eyes, knowing the shot was coming.  Instead, her heard in his ear, “touch her without my permission again and I will paint the walls with your bowels. Understood?” He nodded and swallowed. 

Lloyd turned to Rory.  “Pumpkin, I’m sorry that happened.”  He whipped around and backhanded Charles. “It won’t happen again.”  He offered his hand to her. “Let me get you to a place that is more comfortable.” 

“I’m ok,” she whispered. 

“Move. Now,” Lloyd growled. 

Rory didn’t hesitate.  She got up and took his hand. He could feel the tremble in his hand from her.  She was scared and rightfully so.  She was the prize in a very dangerous game. He led her to his suite and into the bathroom.  He checked her face and arms.  “I’m sorry about the bruises Aurora.” 

“I’m fine. Doesn’t hurt,” she mumbled, now looking down at the ground. 

“I’ll change the guards.  My Soldier and a new hire will take care of you.” 

“I can’t escape,” she stated.  “Why do I need a guard?”

“Because when I make you my queen, people will try to get to you to get to me and I can’t have that.  So be a good girl and just do as I say.”  Lloyd looked at her and saw the tear fall.  “Don’t cry.  I will make you a very happy woman.” He took her hand and placed it over his growing erection.  “See what you do to me? I will make you feel so good on our wedding night.  Unlike Andy who defiled you before marriage. Dishonorable.”  He wiped the tear away.  “Now, give me a kiss and I will walk you back to your room.” 

She hesitated. But realize she need to play the long game.  She leaned up and pressed a small kiss on his cheek.  “I said a kiss.”  He pulled at her and pressed a hard kiss on her lips, the mustache scratching her face. “Still taste good sunshine. It’ll be better when you are my wife.”  He took her back to her room and locked the door. 

Rory huddled down in the corner.  She just had to wait.  Andy was coming and all hell was about the break loose. 

Andy studied the blueprints of the house where Rory was being held.  While Hansen was smart in having Natasha blindfolded and driven to the house, his arrogance neglected to check for any GPS trackers.  As soon as Natasha stopped and was just moving in the same area, they found the house.  Jensen was quick, moving to get every detail he could find and printing it as fast as possible.  The rest of the men studies it on his dining room table, making notes until Natasha returned. 

Andy stood up and went to the window.  The same window where just the day before, she had placed a bouquet of pink and yellow daisies and roses he had given her.

“Do you like them sweetheart?”  He watched as she leaned down to smell them again, her blue dress riding up her legs slightly. 

“I love them Andy,” Rory replied, standing up and turning to him.  She caught him perving on her and she giggled.  “Are you trying to see up my dress Mr. Barber? 

He smirked, “Maybe.” 

She danced her way to him and straddled his lap.  She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned into him.  “All you have to do is ask, my love,” she whispered in his ear, kissing the skin right behind it, sending goosebumps down his spine. 

He didn’t wait.  He grasped her thighs and ran her up to their room, her giggles floating around the room. 

Andy snapped back, looking at the flowers that had begun to wilt.  They needed her just like he did.  He made a promise that Rory would always have flowers. She would have anything he could give her.  He just needed to get her back.  The slam of the door brought his attention back to reality and Nick stepped closer.  “Andy, Natasha is back.” 

Andy marched into the dining room as Natasha poured herself a drink.  “That man is the worst dirtbag ever,” she raged as she threw back her drink. 

“What did he say?  How is she?  Did he hurt her?”

“No.”  Nat looked him square.  “He’s protecting her. But he looks at her like some sort of meat he is getting ready to devour.” She reached for the vodka a poured another. “I bought you a day.” 

Andy let out a breath.  “Tell us everything.” 

“I counted ten guards, two at her door.  Lloyd is having his best stay with her if it’s not himself. I saw her Andy, and she looks ok.  One of the men, Kemp, did bruise her but Hansen was quick to discipline.  She is in the back of the house, one window, high up.  She’s tried climbing up to escape but it’s too tall.” Nat stopped to think.  “There is a back door, a side door, the front door and a door to the basement.” 

Jensen pulled the blueprints.  “Boss, there is only room that fits the description of the window.” He pointed, “here in the back. It will fit one body but its high, eight feet.” 

Andy pinched the bridge of his nose. “Dammit. Ok, so…”

“I can jump it.” Peter raised his hand.  “I can get up there no problem.  Kinda have a talent to climb.” 

Nick scoffed.  “I know you’re good at getting into places, but this is…” he mouth fell open as Peter was able to scale the bookcase with ease, getting up to the overlook from the second floor in less than 10 seconds.  “I stand corrected.” 

Peter came down and stood in front of his boss.  “Sir, I’ve been on her protection since you planted me but more than that, she is my best friend. I need to help her.” 

Andy’s heart swelled with pride that his girl had made his men fall in love with her. Peter had been with him ever since his family had been killed and he had moved to be with his aunt.  He had taken the boy under his wing and treated him like a son before he became a soldier. “Alright, Peter you and Paul will take the window.  Paul will be cover while you go in. Nick, we need as many soldiers as possible to distract in the front.  They need full body armor. You and Sam will direct.”  He sighed.  “I’m going with Parker and Diskant.”

“Boss, do you think that is a good idea?” Sam asked.  “That might put you in the line of fire.” 

“I know.  But I need to know she’s ok and if I get the chance to get to my brother as well, then better.  You know nis coward ass is going to be waiting with her.” 

“When do we want to hit?  The men are ready and just awaiting orders,” Nick said. 

“Dawn.” 

Rory sat on the bed, looking straight ahead. Her thoughts were solely on Andy.  “He is coming,” she repeated to herself. “He is coming for me.” She felt a tear slide down her cheek when she heard the lock on the door move.  She quickly wiped her face and sat sit again as Lloyd entered the room holding a box. “Mr. Hansen,” she whispered. 

“I told you to call me Lloyd, cupcake. I will be your husband in just a few days so you really need to get used to that.”  He strutted right in front of her and kneeled. “You are so pretty.  I knew that when you were 10 and I knew you would just grow in a beauty.” He thumbed her cheek and she flinched away. 

“Please let me go,” she whispered.  She finally looked him in the eye.  “Please let me go home.” 

Lloyd smirked.  “You are home, sunshine.  You are home with me like I was promised.”  He placed the box next to her.  “Open it.”  She hesitated. “Open. It,” he growled as he drew out his gun.  Her hands trembled as she pulled the ribbon on the box and opened the lip.  Inside was a blood red dress. “Do you like it?”

Rory was silent as she continued to look at the lace. She looked up at Lloyd. 

“Put it on and knock when you are ready.  If you take more than an hour, I will be upset.  And you don’t want me to be upset.” He kissed her cheek and left the room. 

Rory threw herself on the bed and sobbed.  “Andy,” she cried out.  After a few minutes, she calmed herself.  What would Andy want her to do? A look of determination crossed her face. He would want her to survive.  She careful got dressed.  The red lace was spaghetti strapped with a modest V but still showed off the swell of her breast.  The A-line cut accentuated her waist and the hi-low cut showed offer legs.  There were matching red heels as well.  She liked the dress but wished it was Andy she was wearing it for.  She knocked and waited for someone to get her.  

Lloyd smiled as he heard the knock.  He unlocked the door to see her standing tall, his bride in blood red. “Oh you little devil.”  He took her hand and kissed her knuckles.  “So beautiful. Dinner is waiting for us.” He put her hand in the crook of his arms. They walked down the corridor to the dining area where candles and flowers decorated the table.  Lloyd pulled the chair to the left of the head of the table for her and she sat. 

He took his seat and a new person showed with salads.  Lloyd nodded at Rory to begin, and she took a small bite, not sure of what to expect.  Would he poison her?  Would he feed her so he could gut her later?  Ever scenario, every worry grew with each bite. Her hand trembled as she put the fork down to hide her hands. 

“Something wrong?” Lloyd studied the girl. 

“No, I just don’t want to fill up.”  Rory pointedly refused to look up. 

“Alright, well. Tell me, why baking?”

“Excuse me?”

“Baking.  You opened a bakery. Must say, your muffins are delicious.” 

“Th-thank you.” Rory started to pinch her fingertips in an effort to ground herself from the nightmare she found herself in. 

Lloyd noticed and took her hands in his.  “I’m not gonna hurt you, princess. I want you to feel good. I want to make you feel good understand?”

She trembled.  “I want to go home,” she whispered. 

“You are home.”  He leaned in and kissed her, forcing his tongue in her mouth.  He pulled her into his lap, put a hand in her hair and held her head to him.  He deepened the kiss and moaned at her taste.  A taste that only his brother had before.  He pulled back enough to breath. “You are delicious.  I want to taste more.” He kissed her again and this time her brain sparked, and she pulled back. 

“I belong to Andy!” She stood up and backed herself to a wall. “I’m Andy’s,” not yours! she screamed.

The look on Lloyd’s face was something she had only seen once.  It was a look that had crossed Andy’s face when he found out Lloyd had been to the bakery.  A look of calm rage.  He stood up and walked with eerie calm and put his hands on either side of Rory’s head. “Listen to me well, Aurora. You are not leaving here; you are never going to see Andy again. You. ARE. MINE!” He grabbed her arm just as the chef walked in.  “Save it, we’ll be back.” 

Rory fought against him, dragging her feet as he dragged her to her room.  He threw her to the bed and straddled her.  “Please,” she pleaded, “don’t do this.” 

Lloyd grabbed her wrist and pinned her to the bed. “I will do whatever I want to what is mine.  I was going to wait for the wedding night but since you insist on being a brat, then I’ll have to tame you a bit.” 

“I’m sorry, please, I’m sorry,” she cried. 

“Oh princess, you should have thought of that before.”  He leaned in to kiss her again as his erection was pressed into her belly. She gasped and he took the opportunity to taste her deeper.  As he pulled back, he looked at her swollen lips and grinned.  He pulled his belt from his pants and wrapped them around her wrists and then the bed post. 

Rory pulled.  “Stop.  Right now,” he barked.  “I want you to feel but I don’t want you to be in pain. So stop pulling on your wrists.” 

“Please let me go,” she whispered. 

“No.” Lloyd climbed off of her.  “Now I want to taste my prize.” His hands skimmed down her sides. She whimpered at his touch, and he smiled.  “God, I love that sound.” He pushed the red lace up and saw the angelic white panties she had on.  He groaned in delight.  His innocent angel underneath him.  “Has Andy done this? Made you see stars? Float in the clouds like the angel you are.”  He rubbed against the sweet silk, and she bucked her hips. “Just a taste.”  He flattened his tongue, pushed the silk aside and licked a long stripe from the bottom to the top.  Belle clenched her teeth, not wanting any noises to escape, to give this devil any satisfaction. Lloyd looked to see her jaw clenched and it made him determined. 

He continued with his assault, ripping the panties away, aggressively licking and sucking the sensitive flesh. “I will make you sing like a choir of angels, princess.”

Rory shook her head, refusing, fighting against the sensations.  Lloyd knew how to use his current weapon of choice, as inexperienced as she was but nothing was compared to her Andy.  She couldn’t plead for the end, for him to stop, to force him away.  She feared what would exit from her mouth if she unclenched her jaw.  That didn’t stop the tear from escaping. Or the moisture exiting from her. 

“You like it, don’t you princess?  You taste like the best chocolate, the best wine.  And soon, we’ll be man and wife and it will taste even better.”  Lloyd slid a finger in.  “Oohhh, so tight still.  Didn’t think my brother’s cock was so tiny but now I know.”  He plunged his finger in relentlessly and Rory tried to push away. 

She finally unlocked her jaw and screamed at the intrusion.  “Please! Leave me alone! I hate it!” 

“Hate it?  No, your body is telling me otherwise.”  Lloyd added another finger.  “Gonna make you cum, princess.  Go ahead, squirt all over me.  I would bath in it if I could.  You know you want to.” 

“No!” Rory could feel her body betraying her as she fought against the lashes of heat across her belly. 

This just made Lloyd work harder.  He was a man determined, determined to get what he wanted.  He wanted to see her come undone as Andy had before, as he had watched on the secret cameras.  “Fucking slut, just give it up!”  He leaned down and sucked hard on her clit and it tipped her over, screaming as her back arched. Lloyd though he had died and gone to heaven, drinking all of her release, bathing in the glory of her orgasm.  When she was in the throes of aftershocks, he slowly let go of her and untied her hands. 

He cleaned himself as he listened to her sobs. “You made that harder on yourself.  Get some rest princess. We marry tomorrow.”  He walked out of the room and locked the door. 

“Worth it?” Charles leaned against the opposite wall.Lloyd wiped at the corners of his mouth.  “Every drop.”

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Under False Pretenses|2| Band of Brothers Mafia AU

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He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, every inch of him screaming out to turn the sirens on in the car and pull her over. First to haul her out of the seat and into his arms, to kiss her and apologize for listening to her grandfather. To meet his daughter, and be the man that he always was.  

When Robert Stewart approached him about leaving Olivia, he thought that he had everything that she needed, including love. Something he would assume that Robert would have wanted for his oldest and only granddaughter.

  But he was wrong, Robert had only cared about how far her relationships could get her. Much like her birth mother who Olivia cut out of her life after she found out that her daughter was in love with a barber/taxi cab driver.  The aftermath of that fight was the first time that Joe had ever heard a girl say she loved him when he wasn’t balls-deep in them and it was the first time that he said it too.   

He wanted to go back to Olivia when he had a career and had something to be proud of, he didn’t want to be coming back to her with his tail between his legs because his boss said so, but here he was. 

*

Olivia glanced in the rearview mirror,  the sedan that their normal driver Jake pointed out was following her, and her heart was in her throat. She knew that the business dealings that her family did and the ones that the Nixon family did could be why she was being followed. 

 They tried to keep her out of the loop but she knew, especially since Lewis and Dick started taking more and more on within it, they unloaded a lot on her.  This morning was almost sweet with Lewis sleepily shuffling into her bedroom and into her bed after a long meeting the night before, he wouldn’t go into details, all he wanted to was cuddle into her and watch a movie with her. 

Dick had already joined her hours before. 

“JOE!?!”  She exclaimed when her eyes meet the driver of the sedan behind her. It had been 5 years to the day since she had last seen him, her 21st birthday. “What the fuck?! Liv, you are seeing things, it's been 5 years, and he is never coming back.”  She shook her head and looked at her phone that beeped,  Lewis had texted her, another birthday message proclaiming his love for her, her pussy and tits, and her love of Vat .69.  

Everything. 

Leave it to Lewis to make her smile when she was starting to panic, he and Dick had developed an Olivia spidey sense and found one way or another to get to her. 

It was almost sweet. 

She typed a quick reply before going to the yoga studio, after giving birth to Aurora and battling postpartum depression, she had started yoga on top of therapy. It had helped but never fully healed the hurt she had from missing him. 

**

“Hey, there’s the birthday girl.” Dick greeted, a couple of hours later, stepping into Olivia’s office a few hours later, she and Lewis looked so peaceful sleeping this morning that he had  just left them to sleep. 

 “Hey, Dick.” She returned balling up a tissue in her hand and tossing it into the trash can. 

“What’s wrong?” He crossed the room and pulled her from the chair she was in and into his arms. 

“I thought I saw Joe.” 

“Leibgott?”  He forgot that she called him Joe, everyone called him by his last name but only Olivia called him, Joe.

“Yeah.” She returned with a sniffle, “I was going to the yoga studio, I swore I saw him in that piece of shit sedan that has been across the street from the house.’  Rolling his eyes frustrated, he pinched her ass causing her to yelp. He could tolerate swearing from her once in a while, mostly when she and Lewis had gotten into the Vat .69 but she was a proper southern lady, and at work at least she had to act like it. 

“It’s been 5 years honey.” He started smoothing his hand over her curls, “Today, it's not surprising you would think that.”  “Sorry, sorry, I am a mess.”  On top of the emotions that had been pent up in her about the truth about why Joe left her, and her grandfather dying, she had to agree to go off of birth control and try for another baby until her older brother James figured out a loophole to stop the whole baby for her inheritance. 

“What’s going on in here?” Lewis asked, he was making the trek to his own office and had seen his husband and wife through the window and backtracked to the door to look at them. ‘I thought I saw Joe, kind of threw  me through a loop.’ She commented as she went to pull away from Dick but he held her fast, he didn’t want her to leave his side until she was together. The last time he let her go, she ended up having a panic attack and had to be sedated. 

The dark hair man looked at Dick then at Olivia who rested her head on his chest.   Shaking his head, he put his files and coffee cup he had in his hands on her desk before hugging her from behind.  

“We looked high and low for him babe. He is gone.” He nuzzled his nose into her neck, “Gene even went to Italy remember?” 

Eugene Roe was Olivia’s best friend from the pre-med program and had come up from New Orleans to help them look for him. 

 “I know, I know.” She returned softly before clearing her throat, “Y’all need to get to your meetings. Your dad is here Lew, and I don’t want to fight with him on my birthday about you being late for your meetings.”  

Smirking, her husband nipped the flesh of her neck, “He agreed with your grandfather, he should have a grandchild with the Nixon DNA. He will forgive me if I am late for one not only comforting my wife but by fucking her too.”  Dick rolled his eyes before pressing a chaste kiss to Olivia’s mouth and forehead, “I do have to go. I will be back later to get you for lunch Lew, behave yourself.”  

“Never.” 

**

“Agent Jones, if you follow me, Mrs. Nixon is back from her lunch with Mr. Nixon and Mr. Winters.”  Alice Rogers, Olivia’s long-time assistant commented as she rose from behind the desk. Scarlett who had won out and was the one to meet with Olivia,  the woman knew the other men, and nothing would get done. And they didn’t want her to know that Joe was an agent.  “Thank you.” She said, “How long have you been working with Mrs. Nixon?” She asked. 

“Since she finished the nursing program,  girl was going places in the field but she knew she had a duty to her family and the Nixons. Raised a major fuss about it.”  The older woman answered before knocking on the door and easing it open, Olivia was standing behind the desk turned towards the ensuite bathroom talking to who Scarlett was assuming was Lewis Nixon. 

“Seriously, Lew, all through lunch Stanhope stared straight at the hickies. Could you have waited to do that until after the party tonight?” Olivia could be heard saying. And Scarlett could have jumped for join, she had wanted to scream at Liebgott that she did love her husband and that he shouldn’t expect much of anything to come from being back in her life. But of course the boys were there hyping him up about it.

He was just going to end up getting drunk and being at her apartment talking about the past and Olivia and the last thing that she wanted to do was listen to that bullshit again. 

She had heard it enough.

“Mrs. Nixon, Agent Jones of the FBI.” Alice said after clearing her throat. “Thank you Alice.” Olivia  returned, tearing her attention away from her husband to look at the agent. “Sorry, a lot of excitement around here.”

 “Yeah, my father is in town, it's Liv’s birthday today, her grandfather passed away.” Lewis rambled as he came out of the bathroom fussing with his tie. With a huff, the woman slapped his fidgeting fingers away from the tie and fixed it. 

“Just not to pick a fight until after the party tonight Aurora is thrilled that she gets to go until after dinner.” Lewis raised his eyes in a playful thought. “Lewis! Don’t you dare!” She warned, thumping his chest lightly, “do you want to break a 4 years old’s heart?” 

Scarlett shifted her weight from one foot to another, the boys were teasing Joe again about his tastes in women and Tab was telling another story about Aurora between jokes. She cleared her throat to remind them again that she was there.  

“I would never.” The man laughed before pressing his lips against Olivia’s once, then twice and then a third time before leaving the office with not so much as a backward glance at Scarlett. 

“Sorry about that.” Olivia said, pushing her bangs away from her eyes, “when his father is around he tends to get.” “Like a spoiled child?” Scarlett threw out, she had dealt with Joe when he went into a tailspin about missing Olivia and it was like having to deal with a spoiled child. 

“Exactly.” She motioned for the agent to sit across from her, “What can I help the FBI with?” 

Scarlett pushed up the glasses Stevenson insisted she wore. They hadn’t had time to bug her office and this was the easiest way to get eyes in the office. 

**

“What are you doing Joe?” Talbert asked, pushing himself away from the table top that was in the back of the van they were in. “I am going in there, this is absolutely ridiculous. I have been away from her for five years because of her grandfather,  you all know my child! That isn’t right!” 

They had all heard him say more than once that he wanted to move Olivia to San Francisco into a big old house and fill it full of little Liebgott’s.

  “We know but until a year and half ago we didn’t even know where you were.” Chuck Grant commented,  “And you were so far up Scarlett’s ass that bringing up Olivia and Aurora seemed wrong.”

 They were right, up until 6 months ago, he was in no position to hear a thing about Olivia, it hurt too much. Then one day,  Talbert, who along with Grant and George Luz, another friend they had from school, went to lunch and he saw the picture of the trio and it opened the floodgates. He learned everything about her from the last 4 and half years. “Wait until tonight,” Floyd added, “Lewis and Dick are throwing her a party, we will sneak you in. You will see and be with her again.”  

** 

Atrium of Tenafly

Olivia Nixon’s 25th birthday party 

** 

“You know she probably won’t punch your lights out if you were to go over to her and talk to her.” Grant said later that night, they were in the venue for Olivia’s birthday party and Joe didn’t want to approach her. 

“She is too well mannered in public now for that.’  Floyd started laughing from where he sat kiddie corner from him, “Your memory is failing you from that car accident Chuck.” 

Chuck had been in a bad car accident leaving the ski lodge that Lewis had rented one year and it had left him with some speech and memory issues. “She has acted like that in public more then once. And usually on Liebgott’s behalf. Remember Mallie?”  Joe pulled a face as he swallowed a drink of his whiskey, “Don’t remind me of that.”  His dark eyes found Olivia who was talking to Eugene Roe, Babe Hefferon and Bill  Guarnere, their daughter on her hip,  the little girl was completely enamoured by the latter of the trio.  

“I will be god damned.” Lewis Nixon commented as he came to a stop by the table, his eyes landing on Joe, “Livia wasn’t imagining you being back.” 

“Nix, good to see you. Taking good care of our girl?”  He returned as Floyd and George straightened up just in case they needed to get involved in a fight that was going to start brewing. They knew Liebgott and they knew Nixon and they knew how their tempers flaired when it came to Olivia.  And Lewis had a habit of becoming more hot headed when it came Aurora. 

“You never have to worry about that. Olivia and Aurora are in good hands. Dick and I take very good care of them.” 

“I am surprised that you are sober enough to realize that they are there. Last I remember, you forgot about the dinner that you were supposed to have with her grandparents and she got verbally abused for that.’

   “Take it easy fellas.” George warned, he could see that Lewis’s raised voice caught the attention of not only Dick, Harry and Kitty but that of Olivia and the group she was with. 

“This is not the time or place for this fight. I don't think Liv would ever forgive either one of you for ruining this night for her like her 21st birthday party and this is Aurora’s first party that she has been able to attend for at least a little while.”  

“Lew?” Olivia’s voice came as she came to a stop by his side, sans Aurora. The little girl was being twirled around the dance floor in her uncle Bill's arms giggling happily. 

 “Everything okay here? Hey guys.” She offered her friends a bright smile then her eyes landed on Joe. 

Her suddenly numb fingers grasped at the sleeve of her husband's jacket, “Joe.” 

 “Hey Livia.” He greeted as he stood up, her eyes trailing over her body. The shooting star tattoo with the 11:11 time  looked fresh, like the day she had gotten it.  The rose gold necklace with the small shooting star charm that he had gotten her for her last birthday they spent together was around her neck,  covering up part of the scar she had from the same car accident Chuck was in. Her tits, god those tits, looked better than he remembered. Maybe it was because of her carrying their daughter, but they looked phenomenal.

 All he wanted to do is rip off the black material that covered them and suck on them. But now wasn’t the time nor place. And judging by the look on her face it would be a long while before it happened. 

“Hey Livia! Is all you can say after 5 fucking years!” She said through clenched teeth, George and Tab were right, she wouldn’t be causing a scene not like how she used too. Mostly because of the cameras and people around. The last thing that Nixon Nitrate needed was a bad publicity event.  

“Why don’t you two go outside and talk?” Bull Randleman commented from when he was standing just behind Olivia and Lewis, “Better that way and Aurora won’t ask questions.” Her eyes darted around seeking  out the little girl who was still in Bill’s arms.  “Go ahead Livia,” Lewis said before grasping her chin between his fingers and kissing her deeply. She whined and pushed his chest to get him away from her. He had started drinking before they had left for the party and having Joe show up was going to make the situation so much worse than it needed to be. 

“Go sober up Lewis.” She returned before she walked quickly towards the propped open exit. Giving the drunk man a look, Joe followed her quickly.

“Come on Lewis, let’s get some coffee in you before you embarrass not only your husband but your wife and daughter.” Harry Welsh commented having heard everything that happened, he was one of the very few that could get through to Lewis when he was like this.

**

“It’s been 5 years.” Olivia started once the door swung shut behind him, “and all you can say is hey Livia? Do you have any idea what hell I have been through looking for you?”

 She seemed calm but he knew better, this was her way of baiting him into a trap and causing a major fight that ended up with them being in bed for a week. “I waited for 6 hours. 6 hours at the train station for you. I watched the train we had tickets for leave and two other trains come and go.”

“I am sorry Liv, I am so sorry,” he started holding up his hands showing the defeat he felt, “i didn’t want to leave you. And I have regretted it every single day since I did. Your grandfather, the right bastard he is, threatened everything. He threatened your life if I didn’t leave.”  Olivia, who had been rubbing her hands up and down her arms and pacing back and forth to keep warm, stopped in her tracks, “What?” 

Joe undid the buttons to his jacket and pulled it off before holding it out to her silently, he knew she hated being cold, that was the one of the  true southern Belle things about her, she didn’t do cold well.  

“Come on Princess, it wouldn’t be the first time you wore my jacket. I seem to remember you loved wearing my clothes.” Scowling, Olivia stepped forward and pulled her arms through the sleeves. Joe pulled it up and settled it on her shoulders.

 “He threatened to have you killed baby.” His hands stole under her the material and landed on her hips, “I couldn’t live with me being the fact that you were dead.”

  She didn’t push him away like he had thought so he pulled her  into  him, “He would have rather had his only granddaughter dead then married and in love with a lowly barber cabbie from San Francisco.”  

Tears were filling her eyes rapidly. 

“I loved,” he paused to correct himself, “love you too much to let you die.” 

“I almost did die.” She admitted softly, “I was pregnant with our child,” Joe closed his eyes and rested his forehead against hers, “that little girl that I was with? That’s your daughter Aurora.” He dug  his fingers into her hips and pulled her flush against him.  “I was a mess, I didn’t know what to do. I had you everyday for 3 years and we were running away to Italy to get married and then you were gone. I was alone and pregnant.” “Livia.” He started, he had heard the accounts of what happened from the boys and read the file, he didn’t want to hear from her.

 He couldn’t handle it. “You don’t have to talk about it baby. The boys filled me, Johnny said he and Pat and Harry and Kitty took turns sitting with you.”  

She nodded her head as she reached her hand to wipe the tears away, “Kitty and Pat were with me for most of the pregnancy, Johnny too. He was the one that was with me when I went to labor with Aurora.” He made a silent note to thank Johnny for stepping up and being there for Olivia. “Liv?”  Dick’s soft voice asked from the doorway,  “We need you back in here.”  “I will be right in.” She returned, cursing his timing. The tall man nodded his head and turned his back to give them privacy. “Sorry, duty calls.” His hands stole down from her waist to her ass, “I am not leaving any time soon. I am here to stay.” 

***

5 hours later

**

Joe waited in the hallway as Olivia tiptoed into the room that Lewis was passed out in to check on him and on Dick who was still sitting up with an open novel on his lap.  He couldn’t make out what they were saying but she leaned over and kissed a sleeping Lewis’s head before Dick’s lips and rejoined him in the hallway, “There’s one more stop before we can go to bed.”  

Her voice was still low, like she was afraid to wake up a grown man and cause another fight but when she walked down the hallway to another door and eased the door open, he understood, their child was asleep just feet away. 

He reached his hand up and pulled the device out of his ear and shoved it deep into his pocket, he didn’t need to hear anyone’s reactions and he was already thankful that Olivia had accidentally turned off the wire when she had straddled him on the limo ride back to the Nixon’s mansions. He didn’t want  his co-workers and Scarlett didn’t listen to him seeing his daughter for the first time up close or him and Olivia fucking like wild animals.  “Shh, it’s okay Rora, it’s just mama.’ Olivia’s voice was still soft as she smoothed her hand over the girl’s dark curls trying to soothe the little girl back to sleep. 

“Mama, love.’ The little girl mumbled sleepily as she rolled over and clutched the stuffed rabbit. “I love you, sweet girl.” She whispered as   Joe joined her and knelt on the floor next to her tears pricking his eyes. 

“This is Aurora, our daughter.”  He reached out a shaky hand and smoothed over the sleep-mussed hair and down. 

“She is,” He started pausing to clear his voice. “Perfect. She is perfect.”  She finished for him as her hand came to a rest on his forearm.  

“Yeah.” He agreed before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to the side of Aurora’s head.  Olivia followed suit before rising to her feet and holding her hand out to him.  He took another glance at the little girl before taking Olivia’s proffered hand and standing up. 

She was still quiet as she led him down to the next room at the foot of another staircase that led to another floor. “This is my room.” Her normal volume was returning, “Sometimes Lew can be a little much and I need a break.”   She had released his hand and was taking steps into the room, her now free hands first undoing the zipper on her skirt and then reaching up and undoing the diamond earrings she had been wearing. 

“Fuck it.” He muttered to himself as he shut the door. As quick as he shut the door he was across the room and pulling Olivia into him by her waist, his mouth finding hers in a desperate kiss. Much like the one they had shared outside of the venue. 

The earring that had been in her hand dropped to the carpet as she reached her hands up and tangled them into his hair to pull his mouth closer to hers. 

His hands pushed the skirt down before they grasped her ass to lift her and carry her towards the bed, normally he would have been okay with fucking her against any surface in the room but it only felt right that for their first time in 5 years, it was in a bed. She pulled away from his mouth briefly to pull her top down leaving her with a black  lace strapless bra, her nipples were already hardening against the material. 

“God damn,” He muttered as she pressed another kiss to his mouth, he had dreamt about her tits and ass for years, even when he was fucking Scarlett, it was Olivia that he saw. His knees bumped against the end of the bed and he dropped her onto it. She yelped in surprise before she pushed herself up on her elbows, her eyes that were heavy with arousal never left his form as he pulled his shirt off, followed by his slacks. 

He smirked when her tongue darted out and licked her dry lips when her eyes landed on his crotch. The tip of his cock was starting to peek out of the top of his briefs and he almost thought about teasing her but the need to be inside of her was starting to be too much.

“Joe.” She whined softly pressing her thighs together trying to hide her arousal from him.  

“What is it princess?” He asked as he pushed his briefs down and off.  

“Don’t tease.” He clicked his tongue and moved to kneel on the bed, his hands forcing her knees open so he could settle between them.

 “Missed me, baby?” His fingers quickly made a path down her thigh to the wet spot on her thong. She whined in answer. 

“Use your words, baby.” He ordered dragging two fingers over the wet spot and biting back a groan.  “Joe, please.”  He clicked his tongue again and pressed his fingers against her, this time groaning in pleasure. 

She was wetter than he remembered. 

“Daddy please.” He smirked and pushed the lacy material of the thong aside, he leaned over her and captured her mouth with his before gripping his cock in his hand and rubbing it against her pussy. “Look at me.” He demanded pressing his forehead against hers. Her eyes flew open and met his and he smirked, keeping eye contact he pushed his cock into her welcoming pussy. 

“Fuck Livvy, you feel better than I remember.” 

His statement came out in almost a moan and Olivia dropped her hand down to the one that was gripping her hip, the fingertips ghosted over his flesh to his fingers and interlocked them together. In an effort to keep herself quiet, she strained her neck up and fused their mouths together. Not breaking the kiss, Joe started moving his hips slowly, pulling and pushing back into her.

 “God damn I missed you.” He panted against her mouth, his own voice quiet. It was almost like being back in college in the shared dorm room with Talbert asleep in the bunk above him, he knew that he wasn’t going to last long the first time around and he was okay with that, he just wanted her.

 “Missed you too.” She mumbled breathlessly, “fuck Joe, missed you and your big cock.” He reached his thumb down between their bodies and pressed it against her clit causing a sharp cry to escape her, he paused briefly to make sure Dick or Lewis didn’t come rushing into the room or that she didn’t wake up Aurora. 

“Shh baby, we don’t want the husbands to come in and see me fucking their nasty slutty wife.” She whined again and sank her teeth into his shoulder, to keep her moans to quiet. Her walls had contracted around him tightly and he groaned, “5 years later and you are still my naughty little slut hmm? I bet you only act like this for me.” Her muted whimper was enough answer for him. “Only yours. Only yours Joe.”  He pushed himself deeper into her as she came around him, “Fucking love you,” He started cumming in her as she started come down from her orgasm, “ never leaving you again.”

“Promise?” 

[peoplesing]

[ look down, look down, upon your fellow man! ]

PITIÉ, PITIÉ, POUR TOUS CEUX QUI N'ONT RIEN!

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musicals and literature and movies ( mostly )

queen titania, a midsummer night's dream

puck, a midsummer night's dream

king oberon, a midsummer night's dream

'count' vladimir popov, anastasia

anya, anastasia ( imposter oc )

dmitri sudayev, anastasia

alice liddell, alice's adventures in wonderland

the mad hatter, alice's adventures in wonderland

betelgeuse, beetlejuice

miss argentina, beetlejuice

barbara maitland, beetlejuice

adam maitland, beetlejuice

delia deetz, beetlejuice

charles deetz, beetlejuice

countess carmilla karnstein, carmilla

laura blackwood, carmilla

velma kelly, chicago

roxie hart, chicago

lucy westenra, dracula

mina murray, dracula

elizabeth lavenza, frankenstein

persephone, hadestown and greek myth

hades, hadestown and greek myth

demeter, hadestown and greek myth

eurydice, hadestown and greek myth

orpheus, hadestown and greek myth

ophelia, hamlet

veronica sawyer, heathers

heather chandler, heathers

jason dean, heathers

claudia, interview with the vampire

meg giry, le fantôme de l'opéra

madame giry, le fantôme de l'opéra

erik / the phantom, le fantôme de l'opéra

la sorelli, le fantôme de l'opéra

little jammes, le fantôme de l'opéra

raoul, le vicomte de chagny, le fantôme de l'opéra

the daroga / nadir khan, le fantôme de l'opéra

éponine thénardier, les misérables

azelma thénardier, les misérables

gavroche thénardier, les misérables

fantine, les misérables

cosette fauchelevent, les misérables

enjolras, les misérables

marius pontmercy, les misérables

jean valjean, les misérables

inspector javert, les misérables

montparnasse, les misérables

donna sheridan, mamma mia!

sophie sheridan, mamma mia!

wendy darling, peter pan

peter pan, peter pan

tinker bell, peter pan

elizabeth swann, pirates of the caribbean

juliet capulet, romeo and juliet

romeo montague, romeo and juliet

lucy barker, sweeney todd: the demon barber of fleet street

johanna barker, sweeney todd: the demon barber of fleet street

bella swan, twilight

edward cullen, twilight

esme cullen, twilight

comics and mcu / decu

doctor harleen quinzel / harley quinn, detective comics

cleo cazo / ratcatcher 2, dceu

raven / rachel roth, detective comics

natalia romanova / black widow, marvel comics

peter parker / spider-man, mcu-adjacent

michelle jones / mj, mcu-adjacent

loki, mcu-adjacent, norse myth

thor, mcu-adjacent, norse myth

sigyn, mcu-adjacent, norse myth

sif, mcu-adjacent, norse myth

ramona flowers, scott pilgrim vs the world

fairytales, disney, animation, horror, misc

ella tremaine, into the woods and cinderella

the baker's wife / sarah, into the woods

rapunzel's prince, into the woods

emily,  corpse bride

victoria everglot,  corpse bride

victor van dort,  corpse bride

edward scissorhands,  edward scissorhands

kim boggs, edward scissorhands

anna of arendelle,  frozen

elsa of arendelle,  frozen

sophie hatter,  howl’s moving castle

the beauty, la belle et la bête

the beast, la belle et la bête

san,   princess mononoke

eloise turner, last night in soho

rapunzel,   into the woods and rapunzel

aurora, sleeping beauty

arielle,   original interpretation of the little mermaid

clara stahlbaum, the nutcracker

dorothy gale, the wizard of oz

morticia addams,  the addams family

wednesday addams, the addams family

fester addams,  the addams family

sabrina spellman,  the chilling adventures of sabrina

prudence night,   the chilling adventures of sabrina

princess brea,  the dark crystal:  age of resistance

sally finkelstein,  the nightmare before christmas

shock,  the nightmare before christmas

thomasin,  the witch

nadja of antipaxos,  what we do in the shadows

original characters

lenore blackwood ( mute medium oc, ask for more info )

miss louisa ( living porcelain doll oc, ask for more info )

[twdmusicboxmystery]

11x24: Rest in Peace - Sleeping Beauty and Other Symbols

@frangipanilove:

Oh! Something else I wanted to mention before I forgot it. When Princess radioed Mercer from the train, she called herself Aurora! Massive intersection point there between the “North” symbolism (Aurora Borealis is Latin for the North light) and the “Sirius” symbolism. (Radios are Sirius symbolism.)

But even more awesome, Aurora was the Roman goddess of dawn, who is of course Sirius/Morningstar/Venus symbolism in its own right. “Aurora” is THE Latin world for “dawn.” 

This is absolutely magnificent use of the Sirius/North Star symbolism from tptb, absolute brilliance! I could not love it more! Imo, this is a shameless shoutout to TD!

Can’t believe I almost forgot to mention it. It was one of the best examples of Sirius/North Star symbolism of the entire series, if you ask me.

I love this so much! There’s so much attention to detail in the symbolism tptb has applied around Beth over the years. It’s so well thought out, and they’re totally escalating it now towards the series finale. I can’t help but feel hopeful. 

The Aurora reference is one of those I’ve kind of been waiting for, like I did with the crowned Victoria bird. It was always something that seemed suitable for TPTB’s modus operandi, and when they said a woman named Aurora tried to get a hold of Mercer, I just gasped!

 @wdway:

How well this plays with how AK and Gimple has used Disney princesses to emphasize a clue or hint that they have left us.

I hope you guys find this as amazing as I did. Oh my gosh! She's almost here.

@twdmusicboxmystery:

Yeah for sure! That IS amazing. I remember hearing the Aurora name from Princess and immediately thinking of Sleeping Beauty. But it was a passing thought and I never went back to it. I wouldn't have thought to connect it to Sirius via the Aurora Borealis. Great work. I love it!

@wdway:

Your mind works much faster than mine does. I remember hearing Aurora with the call signal from princess and I kept thinking what is that from, why is that familiar? Then I got caught up in the story and let it go. I did not connect it to Aurora the fairy tale Sleeping Beauty until I had read Kari connection to Sirius and then it hit me, wasn't Aurora part of the Sleeping Beauty story. That's when I got up out of bed a little before 3a.m.and went to checked it out after tossing and turning for well over an hour.

@twdmusicboxmystery:

Lol. Not always a good thing, though. My brain was spinning with so many other things in the episode, I never went back to it. ;D But that's why it's good we all contribute, so we don't miss or completely forget about things like this. And to be fair, Sleeping Beauty has always been one of my favorite fairy tales, so I'm more apt to remember it.

@wdway:

If princess mentioning Aurora is a hint towards Sleeping Beauty, Beth then I will take the leap and say that Solomon is about how Daryl feels about Beth.

We had a very clear and for TWD a lingering look at this scene. Lingering meaning a few seconds. There is a green awning above the storefront the name Solomon you could say we have the black and white symbol here black storefront white building and then another sign that again says Solomon Street Barbers.

@galadrieljones:

I totally missed this, somehow. Interesting.

@wdway:

Instead of going on the internet for some research and yes I do know of Solomon. He was the son of David and Bathsheba he was the great wise King and also wrote the Song of Solomon. For more information I went to this handy book.

 Why is this important because this book can be seen in twd. It was a book in Deanne's house. I found the title in a scene with Rick.

They describe all the books in one word so here is Song of Solomon.

Did you guys notice that the barber salon is pink?. Also want to mention that in there was a time when barbers or barbershops where the place that you would go for medical treatment.

The more we look at this episode the more excited I become, in the most fearful kind of way, haha.

I thought it was quite interesting that young man had to be 13 before they were allowed to read the book. 13 being considered an adult.

@galadrieljones

This is really interesting Ann. I forgot about Solomon. I think we’ve talked about David before, because he’s a musician. Solomon was his son, and I like the attention to David’s legacy, and how he appreciated love and music and poetry, hence the Song of Solomon. King David and Bathsheba are the subject of the Leonard Cohen song “Hallelujah,” a spiritual song about Judaism. 

Song of Solomon is also a Toni Morrison novel. Idk the significance, other than that part of it takes place in Virginia, and it is a sort of grail quest, with Milkman on the hunt for some family gold, and he learns about his family legacy instead, along the way. It’s a very Biblical book. All signs point back to the Bible, which is why that book being at Deanna’s house is so interesting. I mean. It’s like a key.

A couple related thoughts Song of Solomon abbreviates to “SOS.” The barber shop could also be a reference to Samson (Maggie’s story in 5a).

@wdway:

I was checking out something in e23 when I found this.

Packing House 22. I know that I'm probably the only one but when I read that my mind went to terminus and the body parts hanging on meat hooks like a meat packing plant.

Daryl's leggings! He seems to be back to having a dark gray on his right leg and the white laces on his left, left side=Beth.

AK has episodes notes at the end like she always does. Nothing earth-shattering but she avoids talking about amount of time that has passed.

Here are some initials thoughts I had as I read above. I actually feel that the parts of Daryl getting knocked out unconscious and waking up in a strange place not knowing where he was is more of a foreshadowing for the spin-off. I realized that it is a parallel story to Beth in so many ways. There are certain things that we've already been told about the spin-off that fits here. 

Daryl gets kidnapped (Beth from the funeral home) He wakes up not knowing where he is (Beth at Grady). He encounters people he's unfamiliar with (Dawn, Edwards and the hospital system.) He tries to figure out a way to get back home (Beth attempting an escape with Noah). 

OMG! This might have been obvious to you guys but it just struck me that this is also Rick's story. Which It makes me very excited because Rick and Beth parallel each other and now we're pulling in Daryl to the mix. 

The other thing that I love, love is that Gimple have gone out his way to talk about Michonne and Rick's love story. How these two people was separated by a great with Michonne believing that Rick was dead until she found evidence that he was alive. I love this. These two couples, two brothers will have similar parallel stories and similar love stories. 2 couples, 2 brothers, 22.

@twdmusicboxmystery:

After putting together the above conversation, @frangipanilove​ put together a delightful meta that goes into a lot more detail about the Sleeping Beauty. Stuff. I’ll reblog it as well, but it’s definitely worth a read! Read it at the link below:

https://at.tumblr.com/frangipanilove/aurora-borealis-and-the-roman-goddess-of-dawn/15xdi01whtg6