Pairings: Collegehockeycoach! Andy Barber x female college sweetheart reader
Warnings: college sweethearts, the one that got away, soulmates, sexually explicit content- just a lot of sex- like a ridiculous amount of sex, explicit language, a little angst (must be 18+)
ABDHAIVWCUBCGEXOSNWJDH AHHHHH COACH B AND SWEETHEART!!!!!!!! the way andy is so in love with her and the love they both still have for one another The passion and comfort they found in each other even after so long apart
but noooooo, not forgetting to get the phone number♀️♀️ maybe she will show up to the alumni thing, they will find a way right? they will find each other!!! they have to!!!!
Pairings: Collegehockeycoach! Andy Barber x female college sweetheart reader
Warnings: college sweethearts, the one that got away, soulmates, sexually explicit content- more sex, getting caught, explicit language- Andy likes the word f*ck, a little playful teasing, a little angst, moving fast in a relationship, Andy being really soft for his girl (must be 18+)
Pairings: Collegehockeycoach! Andy Barber x female college sweetheart reader
Warnings: college sweethearts, the one that got away, soulmates, sexually explicit content- more sex, getting caught, explicit language- Andy likes the word f*ck, a little playful teasing, a little angst, moving fast in a relationship, Andy being really soft for his girl (must be 18+)
Pairings: Collegehockeycoach! Andy Barber x female college sweetheart reader
Warnings: college sweethearts, the one that got away, soulmates, sexually explicit content- more sex, getting caught, explicit language- Andy likes the word f*ck, a little playful teasing, a little angst, moving fast in a relationship, Andy being really soft for his girl (must be 18+)
Pairings: Collegehockeycoach! Andy Barber x female college sweetheart reader
Warnings: college sweethearts, the one that got away, soulmates, sexually explicit content- more sex, getting caught, explicit language- Andy likes the word f*ck, a little playful teasing, a little angst, moving fast in a relationship, Andy being really soft for his girl (must be 18+)
Pairings: Collegehockeycoach! Andy Barber x female college sweetheart reader
Warnings: college sweethearts, the one that got away, soulmates, sexually explicit content- more sex, getting caught, explicit language- Andy likes the word f*ck, a little playful teasing, a little angst, moving fast in a relationship, Andy being really soft for his girl (must be 18+)
Pairings: Collegehockeycoach! Andy Barber x female college sweetheart reader
Warnings: college sweethearts, the one that got away, soulmates, sexually explicit content- more sex, getting caught, explicit language- Andy likes the word f*ck, a little playful teasing, a little angst, moving fast in a relationship, Andy being really soft for his girl (must be 18+)
Summary: You decide to spice up Andy’s office party
Words: Smidge over 3K
Warnings: Swearing. Strap-on sex - male receiving. Fingering - female receiving. Little bit of spit play. Tiny mommy kink - mentioned like once? Mentions of lactation (doesn’t happen). Sorta Sub Andy, but not really. He’s more neutral.
A/N: A little bit taken from my own personal experience, but this fic is dedicated t my perv twin - @the-iceni-bitch and her love of subby men and dildo’s up guys butts.
“Honey, we’re gonna be late,” Andy shouted from the bottom of the stairs. “Honey?!” he shouted out again, not getting an answer the first time.
“Coming,” he heard you call down from the bedroom.
Andy fixed his tie in the hallways mirror, making sure he was presentable for the work party tonight.
“Remember when you said the last work event was so boring, we should spice it up?” he heard you say as you descended the stairs.
“Yep.“
“Well… ”
Andy watched your reflection come into view in the mirror, your feet finally landing on the hardwood, heels clicking on the ground.
“…I thought we could do that tonight?” you finished, a twinkle in your eye as you smiled at the back of his head.
Andy turned to face you, absently adjusting himself in his pants. “I was just kind of thinking to drop some Molly in the punch bowl,” he said, taking in your appearance in full with a hitch in his breath.
You stood before him - black stiletto heels on your feet - with a sleek black - perfectly tailored to your body - two-piece suit. Crisp white blouse underneath with mother-of-pearl buttons neatly done up to the top. You wore a necktie, with a perfectly centred knot, that complimented his, and a fedora - that should have been cheesy - but goddamn it was anything but - atop your head, your hair falling beautiful from underneath it. And your lips - the deepest and brightest red lipstick, matted to perfection.
You closed the distance with your husband, gliding over the floor, fingers wrapping around his tie to make sure it was snug enough.
Andy coughed as you pushed the knot to his throat, his Adam’s apple bouncing as he swallowed hard.
When you stood back, your smile was sweet and loving, but your eyes were dark with a certain type of power. You brought a finger to your bright red lips, dragging your nails down your chin and throat, over the snug collar of your blouse, before letting your hand fall to your crotch.
The gleaming black trousers couldn’t hide the bulge in the front of your pants. Andy’s hands dropped to the front of his own pants, cupping the sudden swelling there as the knowledge of what you were doing finally settled in.
Chris, baby, I’m so thrilled that you thought of me when you wrote this masterpiece, so I’m gonna do a big essay reply for you, because I’m fucking dying!!!
I have never seen such an in depth essay in response to my work.
I hope I did you proud. I know you love your subby men and I couldn’t quite make him man (because I love being the one thrown around the bathroom stall of an office party), but I do enjoy a switch up. Seriously, I had more fun writing this than actually pegging someone in real life. Probably because it wasn’t Andy.
I am so glad you enjoyed it, and Andy has no issues if you want to peg swarmy Neal. It’ll leave that prick a blubbering mess on the floor and Andy could take his cases.
I love you so much, Natalie
Also, the ruined recliner? Just get Ransom to lap that shit up. He loves it, the good little pup.
His gaze could be considered dark as he lift the glass to his lips and sipped on the hard liquor inside, the ice crinkling against the sides as he rocked it back and forth. From where he was sitting, he could make out the happy couple as they danced on the floor, their bodies loving in synchronization to the beat.
But he wasn’t looking at them; he wasn’t focused on the bride and groom. His attention had fallen to the bridesmaids, rather the woman behind the maid of honour with a chignon at the back of her head and diamond stud earrings in.
His attention was on the breathtaking and beautiful woman that had him in a complete and total spell, that had not only him transfixed and bewitched but his partner as well.
“All the single ladies! All the single ladies up to the front, it’s time for the bouquet toss!” The woman speaking into the microphone had addressed the crowd as women started going up to the front, and he was amused to see your beautiful body being pulled too.
“Don’t miss out, Y/N! Catch the bouquet and you’re next to be married!” The announcer had cheered into the microphone as you had picked up the hem of your green a-line dress in one hand and your heels in the other.
“You need to be in a relationship to be married!” One of the older bridesmaids had taken a dig at your expense, her words slurred from the red wine the glass she was holding onto.
She was standing by the bridal party table, swaying slightly as she raised the glass to her lips and sipped on the alcohol in her glass while raising her arm and dancing along to the beat.
She was eager to insult everyone around her however it was the insult that she had so eagerly thrown the dig at your state of singleness. The chance to reduce you to nothing but your lack of a relationship was seemingly fuelled by the ring on her left hand that was starting to turn green.
The insult angered him. The insult had boiled beneath his flesh with a distaste for the level of disrespect aimed at you. No one would speak to you in such a lowly manner if they had decided to take you, to make you theirs. No one would dare fuck with you when they had staked their claim.
“Y/N! Bridesmaid to the beautiful angel tonight is joining the crew of single women to catch the b bouquet!” The master of ceremonies had made a nod to the DJ and as the song ‘Single Ladies’ had started blasting from the speakers, he had studied you as you swayed your hips to the beat and lined up with the rest of the women.
Your bridesmaid dress was simple, deep emerald green and made from chiffon with a deep V neck that had accentuated the curve of your breasts. There was a braided tie around your waist that drew attention to your heavenly body, the softness of your curves and no doubt the sweetest ass and pussy hiding beneath the material.
“All the single ladies, all the single ladies
All the single ladies, all the single ladies.”
He watched you with a bemused smirk as the bride entered the dance floor and took her place in front of the women waiting. Her dress draped around her as she mouthed the lyrics and gently swung the bouquet back and forth in her hands, teasing the women.
“Are you ready?” The MC called through the microphone to the sound of cheering from the crowd and the participating women, and as the bride had held up three fingers, the best carried on.
“All the single ladies, all the single ladies
All the single ladies
Now put your hands up.” The bride dropped her three fingers and then had swung the bouquet up over her head and then turned, watching to see who had caught it.
He too was interested and as the bouquet had been snatched by your left hand, his smirk had widened. He turned his head and glanced at his partner, the two partaking in a communicative exchange as the choice was undoubtedly made.
You were theirs, it was a matter of fate that you had caught the bouquet and their attention. It was a matter of fate that you had stirred something so visceral, animalistic and possessive within their very souls.
You were theirs.
“Next to be married! Congratulations!” The bride had pulled you into a tight hug, her eyes moving past you to where the two were hiding, eyebrows furrowed slightly.
“Andy,” Curtis’ lips twitched while he leaned toward and rest his elbows on his knees, “yes or no?”
“Yes,” Andy downed the rest of his drink before he slammed the glass on the table and clicked his tongue against his teeth, “she’s perfect. Let her have the weekend, then we’re getting ourselves a little wife.”
It has been almost a year since Andy broke up with you. So why then why were you still living in the memory of your shared moments?
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Warnings: ANGST, and when I say angst, I do mean ANGST. Choo, choo, all on the angst train! Implied (is it really or is it said alright tho?) cheating. If there’s any fluff, the angst will make you forget about it. Laurie/Andy. Slight Jake Jensen/Reader.
Word Count: 3.6K
(A/n: okay, I’m feeling super insecure about this fic, so I really hope someone likes it, because I took forever to write it and well, at one point it took a very different turn from what I’d planned.)
They say, “What a sad sight” I, I stayed there Dust collected on my pinned-up hair I’m sure that you got a wife out there Kids and Christmas, but I’m unaware ‘Cause I’m right where I cause no harm, mind my business If our love died young,I can’t bear witness
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It started out on your summer job. Second-year of college, majoring in art history, turned out not to be cheap. By this point, you were wondering if your degree wasn’t just a joke that you used to get people off your back. You loved art, but you no longer had this passion you used to. You’d like to say that, like every twenty-year-old, you were bright-eyed and excited to start your life, but the truth is that a not-so-small part of you wanted to get it all over with.
So when a handsome stranger walked in with cerulean blue eyes, dark hair and a face as tired and weighted as yours, you couldn’t help but hang on to his every word.
You had been living and working with Andy for just over a month now. It was going… well. There were some days that you thought he was the best guy in the whole world for offering what he did for you, he paid you more than the job was worth, he never everlet you chip in for gas, he didn’t mind if you slept in the spare room, or in his bed, and he fucked like he was built for it, and your pleasure was the only thing he cared about. In fact, the only real stipulation he had was that you went out to get lunch for the office (so it didn’t look like he was playing favourites too much, he said), and that you cooked dinner in as skimpy clothing as possible.
Apparently he hadn’t been joking about that, but seeing as he often let his hands idly travel under your clothing and make cooking that much more enjoyable, you couldn’t say you minded too much.
There were also the days that, to be quite honest, you thought he was getting way too clingy, which was weird for a guy who ran his own law office, had been divorced, and was frankly way too attractive to be feeling this insecure all the time. On these days, you spent just a little longer at the deli picking up everyone’s order, just so you could talk with the owner there; a guy called Sam.
Sam was nice, friendly, and he had a smile that could light up the room, helped in part by a gap toothed smile that could woo any woman he fancied. Unfortunately he had already wooed his husband - a guy named Bucky, but you hadn’t met him - but still, he was nice to look at, and was always chatty when you came in, today being no exception.
“Hey there she is! I was wondering if you were coming in today!”
“Yeah, of course! As if I could stay away from that BLT of yours!”
Sam snorted, shaking his head, “I knew it, always in here for my food, and not my company.” He set to work grabbing the usual ingredients for your usual orders, “So, you thought any more about my offer, Y/N?”
“I don’t know, Sam…” After having a random rant about living and working with your boyfriend, Sam had offered you a job in his shop, you would be serving, obviously, but he was thinking of opening another cafe, and he wanted to train someone up to help him run both places. His husband ran a bookstore, so whilst they had plans for eventual world domination with a cafe and bookstore hybrid, they were trying to build up both businesses individually first.
It sounded tempting, but you weren’t sure you wanted to give up on all you had done so far as a legal secretary. It was a really interesting field and there was a lot of progression in it… unfortunately you were more or less blacklisted from anywhere else due to your old boss firing you, so Andy’s firm was your only option if you wanted to stay on this career path for now.
Changing careers would be hard, but it might be fun.
“Can I let you know on Monday, Sam? I don’t want to rush into this, you know?”
“Yeah, that’s smart. Okay then, babygirl, I’ll talk to you more on Monday, and here’s your stuff.” He threw a red velvet cupcake into the bag and winked, “Yeah, that’s a bribe, Y/N, I really want you under me, have a good weekend!”
You laugh at that, leaving the cafe and ducking your head against the wind and rain that had randomly picked up in the ten minutes you were in there. You fumbled in your bag to grab your umbrella, and almost ran back to the office, bumping into Andy as he was also coming back in. You quickly pull him away from the door and kiss him,
“I thought you were on a phone call when I left?”
“Yeah, it finished quicker than I thought, so I went to get you these.” Andy held up the flowers he had been hiding behind his back, “Happy Friday, sweetheart.” He kissed you a little deeper, pulling back and turning so he could shelter you from the wind, “How about that for managerial skills? You wouldn’t get that anywhere else.” He kisses you again before you can respond, and you frown lightly against his lips, but you soon forget what he just said. Andy just kisses that well, it’s a technique he uses often.
“I have to work late tonight, Y/N, so I’ll call you an Uber home, okay?” Andy murmurs after you pull apart, and turns towards the office, “I want to get this paperwork finished so we can have a good weekend.”
“Oh. Okay. What time will you be back?”
“Not sure. Don’t wait up.” He smiles that smile that you both love and hate. The one that makes him look like a sinner and a saint, the grey clouds only adding to his dark allure.
You think you’re asleep, but it’s that weird point between dreaming and waking where fantasy bleeds into reality, where your limbs don’t belong to you, and you’re kind of not mad about it. You think it’s still storming outside, the creaking of the trees in the wind, the patter of the rain against the windows, the screams of the wind through the rumbling of the thunder, somehow it all blends with the soft dreams you were having… Andy was home with you… your dream… or maybe he was back… you turn onto your front, hugging the pillow that smelled like Andy…
“Good girl, I have you, don’t be scared…”
Of course you weren’t scared, Andy was holding you in your dream… or for real… no, he was still at the office, he told you he would have to spend the night there…
“Everything will be fine now. You don’t ever need to worry, sweetheart… shhh…”
This dream is nice. Andy is somehow even better in a dream than he is in real life. His touch is more tender, he takes impossibly longer, it’s almost like he wants you to be still…
“Shhh… open up for me, Y/N… let me take a look at you…”
You swear you can almost feel him, those callused fingers against your nipples, cool fingertips stroking over your soft flesh… you feel cold suddenly, there’s hot air at your cunt…
And then it disappears again, so you roll onto your back… the part of you that isn’t dreaming, the part that’s listening to the wind and the rain and the breathing in the room wishes that you hadn’t taken that sleeping pill, or had that extra glass of wine… your limbs were so heavy, and the dream was so intense… or was it a dream… you’re getting warm again, the good kind of warm, the kind that Andy likes to make you when he takes his time on you…
That warmth is building, it’s loud, louder than the storm outside, you can feel it building inside, you can feel itinside, moving, wanting, needing…
“So perfect for me, my sweetheart… you stay asleep… everything will be perfect when you wake up…”
The dream that’s not a dream, finishes, and you think the storm starts to quiet. When you wake up, you think you must have tossed and turned a lot as your t-shirt has ridden up, and your panties are all ruched up and part way down your hips. You feel oddly tender when you walk to the shower, and smile when you see Andy downstairs waiting for you, sitting on the couch with a coffee.
“I got here about twenty minutes ago, but you were so peaceful looking, I left you to rest. So,” he gently tugs you to stand in between his legs, putting his hands up the back of your thighs, “what do you want to do today?”
Monday comes, and you decide for sure that - even though you appreciated the offer - you were going to turn Sam down. You might not loveworking with Andy, but you really like being with him. You’d talked to him at length over the weekend, about how you wanted to do more, not just be a secretary forever, and there was a possibility of you going back to school to start an official law qualification. You could work with Andy part time for the experience, and go to school for the rest of the week. It would work out great for you, even though you didn’t tell Andy, it would give you both some much needed space. You really thought you might be falling for him, you didn’t want to end it too soon.
Andy was happy as he drove you both to work, you might’ve even said smug, but seeing as you had surprised him at the front door by going to your knees for him, pushing him back up against the blue painted wood before he could fully open it, you figured he deserved to look a little smug.
He’s just treated you so well over the weeked, listening to you, helping you understand what could work for you going forwards, you wanted to try to make him feel as special as he made you feel.
Lunch time rolled around, and you did what you always did, grabbed everyone’s orders, and headed to Sam’s cafe… and stopped dead as you realised that the place was dark and the door was locked. You peered inside, frowning when you noticed it looked like it was empty. You spot the A5 notice taped to the door, your frown deepening as you read;
We are now closed, and this establishment will be moving to a new location in the coming weeks, please keep an eye out on our socials for more information!
A weird shiver of unease went up your spine, but you shook it off, trying to smile at the thought of Sam and his husband hopefully being able to start their joint business. You sent a text to Sam, scolding him for not telling you he was leaving town, but wishing him the best of luck, and then called Andy,
“The cafe is closed, apparently the owner just upped and left. I’m surprised to be honest, I thought-” you cut yourself off, it didn’t matter about the job offer anyway, you were going to turn it down, “anyway, where do you guys want lunch from instead, babe?”
“I think there’s another deli a couple of blocks up, it’s pretty new, give that place a try?” Andy’s voice is low, “Be back soon.”
There’s a smile in his voice, you can hear it, you just don’t know why.
Summary: Two strangers meet in a crowded room. You can’t fight fate, but what if fate is fighting you?
There is something about Boston in springtime that always brings out the romantic in you. Maybe it was the beautiful greenery of the parks, trees blossoming; or the scent of freshly bloomed flowers that seemed to linger on the wind. This year, you suspected the heavy influence of the wedding industry, though always out in full force, garnering a premium with the nonstop swath of ceremonies between April to June.
You and your fellow bridesmaids learned this all too well whilst assisting your friend Jo as she planned her wedding. Unlike some brides, who would get cold feet or transform into a raging, demanding bridezilla, Jo remained level-headed, happy and eager to be married and begin her life with her future husband. As usual, she focused on the positive. “It’s not about the wedding. That’s just one day, and a big party where we get to celebrate. What I’m looking forward to is the marriage.”
Tonight, she glows radiantly with happiness as she struts her stuff on the dance floor. And why not? In two short weeks, she’d be marrying the love of her life.
Your fellow bridesmaids gathered around her, laughing, giggling, and drinking margaritas. Lacy had Becca and Mal in stitches, sharing a hilarious account of her new job in Quincy. Jules, shamelessly flirting with the bartender, seemed to have the man entranced, batting her eyes like a southern belle while tracing a fingertip around the lip of her mostly empty glass.
The pounding music echoed through your chest as you floated beside Jo, steering unwanted male attention away from the bride to be. A gigantic “Bride” tiara would be sufficient, but even with her added white ‘bride’ sash, men will be men, won’t they?
The limousine and its driver were outside on standby, ready to ferry your group to the next location. As the unofficial ‘Mom friend’, you’d committed to helping your friends with small favors for the evening. Jo requested your help steering away any ‘creepers’, something you took immense pleasure in. Especially when engaging in the art of confusion. Becca, Jo’s maid of honor, asked you to help her herd cats and keep your crew to a schedule. Lacy was moving closer to an amazing new job and planned to crash at your place tonight.
The alarm on your smartwatch vibrated, reminding you it was time to move on. You nodded to Becca, who was checking her phone and smiling–as usual, the two of you were in sync. Eager to proceed to your last stop—a concert at a jazz bar; you and Becca ushered your friends back to the entrance, giggling the entire way.
A gentle hand on your arm stopped you, spinning you around. Your heart skipped a beat. The man in front of you was everything you looked for in a guy. Tall, broad shouldered and well groomed, he filled out the cut of his dress shirt well. His with twinkling blue eyes mesmerized you. He leaned in, rapidly whispering into your ear. “I’m sorry to spring this on you, but my ex is heading this way and… can I kiss you?”
Your body was writing checks that your mind wasn’t yet ready to cash. Before you had a moment to think, you were nodding and his lips collided with yours. The handsome stranger kissed you the way you wanted to be kissed for the rest of your life. His full lips were soft, tasting of whiskey and promises as he cradled you to his chest. Your hands carded through his thick hair, tugging gently as he pressed you against a nearby pillar.
“Tick Tock, Momma,” Becca hollered at you. “We’ve gotta go!”
Shit. This wasn’t you. You weren’t normally one to make out with random men in bars. You’d send them away, deflecting with your rapier wit, but something about this hunk bypassed… or perhaps disabled your defenses.
Breaking the kiss, you blinked owlishly into his lust blown eyes and you shook your head as Lacy took your hand, pulling you to the entrance. “I’m sorry. My ride’s leaving!”
His full brows furrowed, and his kiss-swollen lips fell open in shock at your sudden departure. The door closed behind you before he could say a word.
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Summary: Your subtle efforts to seduce your professor haven’t gone unnoticed.
Warnings:petnames (sweetheart, honey), sir kink, dom/sub dynamics, age gap (reader is early 20s), smut; oral (f receiving), spanking, unprotected sex. This blog is 18+ only. Minors DNI.
Author’s note: Professor!Andy has been on my mind for a while now that I just had to write for him! I hope I’ve shown two sides to him in this, the dominating ‘I know what I want and I’m going to have it’ side and the sweet ‘let me take care of you’ side. (word count: 2.3k)
Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader Word count: Almost 1.8k Summary: You brush off praise, even if you like hearing it. Andy wants to put a stop to that. Warnings: Explicit sexual content, soft smut, feels, praise kink, Andy Barber (he is a warning)
18+ Please!!! This is not beta-read, so any and all mistakes are my own.
I’m soft for this man. Divider by @firefly-graphics. Enjoy, lovelies!
The first time Andy praised you, over something extremely small, you didn’t know how to react. It wasn’t the sort of compliment where you could say “you, too” and move on. And it wasn’t over phone or text where you could easily deflect it. You felt cornered and the only thing you could manage was an uncomfortable giggle.
Navy I don’t know how you always manage to put so much heart into your fics, but it’s honestly a work of art. The tenderness Andy shows here while being fiercely determined to get his point across is balanced superbly and like you said ’One praise at a time’ definitely seems to be the way to go.
That said though, I think my favorite part was when she noticed he had a thing for being called sir and decided shed have to explore it later. Proof the man definitely needed to distract her. Absolutely love how these two compliment each other. You really do manage to make the sweet stuff so enjoyable.
Summary: Two strangers in a grocery store are brought together by a little boy determined to make them a family.
Word Count:2.7k
Warnings: Fluff, Defending Jacob non-canon ending, brief mention of grief/child loss, brief mention of absentee parent
A/N:*THIS IS PROBABLY A MINI-SERIES* I’m trying to jump back into writing, so feedback is both very appreciated and very scary for my anxious self. Be gentle please. Also, don’t translate or post my work on other sites. | Jammies | Dividers by @firefly-graphics
“Daddy!” The excited cheer and the rapid scampering footsteps in Andy’s direction made him immediately tense. Nothing could prepare him for the smack of a little body into his legs or the tug of tiny hands on the hem of his suit jacket.
When he exhaled a long, slow breath and looked down, excited eyes stared up at him. His routine of grocery shopping late Thursday nights was now interrupted by a pajama-clad toddler. “Hey, pal. Where’s your mah?”
“Uppy?” The little boy’s big eyes now glimmered with tears, despite the big smile, and a familiar tug on his heart and he slipped his hands under the kid’s arms to scoop him up before he started wailing. Before Andy could ask his question again, the little boy’s small hands were on Andy’s beard giggling, “Daddy, you’re prickly!” Swallowing, he smiled a crooked smile as he noticed a familiarity in the coloring in the little boy’s irises, blue with hints of yellow-green near the pupils. Laurie used to say Jacob had sunflowers in his eyes. The thought of his ex-wife and their late son made him sniffle. This little guy in his arms quickly threw them around Andy’s neck, “Don’t cry, Daddy! I’m so happy you’re finally here.”
Andy patted the little boy on the back, exhaling a shaky breath before adjusting the kid’s weight and picking up his grocery basket, “Which way’s your mah?” Moving out of the aisle toward the checkout, he adjusted his Red Sox cap to get a better look down the deserted store. The closer he got to the front, Andy heard the panicked rambling of a woman. “I think I found what you’re looking for.”
Your head snapped so quickly at the sound of his deep voice that he thought you might be about to hit him. His step back made you immediately melt with relief and apologies as your gaze raked up his body. It wasn’t until you saw Andy’s face that you realized exactly what was happening. “I’m so sorry. C’mere, Bubba,” You tried to peel your son off the unsuspecting and gorgeous stranger but he nuzzled his face into the man’s neck and clung onto him tighter. “This is all my fault. I’m really so sorry. C’mon, AJ.”
With a few gentle pats to the little boy’s back, Andy tried to coax him to let go. “I’m not sure what you’re apologizing for, but it’s okay. He’s a sweet little guy but…” Andy felt the steady, gentle breaths on his neck, “It’s late and he’s out like a light.”
He studied your face as a new pained look of anxiety settled there. “This is all my fault. He’s gotten really into superheroes and we were marathoning those Marvel movies. Ever since he started asking about his dad, I could only manage to tell him that he was off saving the world…” You swiped your hand almost angrily at the silent tear that fell down your cheek before continuing. “I didn’t think he’d connect that to his dad, but I think you kind of look like… We just watched Infinity War.” Andy’s eyebrows knit together with confusion, still not sure what she meant. “It’s why we’re even here this late. I should’ve known it was too scary for him. He hasn’t slept since his nap yesterday afternoon. I was trying to find those melatonin gummies.”
“Look, it’s okay, really. I’m pretty much done, let’s go find that and maybe the longer he’s out he’ll actually stay asleep and you won’t need to use it.” Andy offered an empathetic smile and nodded toward the aisle the little guy must have ran from. “My son wasn’t easy to get down at night. I wish it could’ve been as simple as a gummy or carrying him around for a few minutes.”
Your eyes lit up for a moment at the mention that he’d been in your shoes, but when you looked at him you saw how set his jaw was, clearly not wanting to talk about his family. Instead you focused on how this man’s broad hand kept gently rubbing your son’s back, your own trick to hush him to sleep. Swallowing, you moved and kept your eyes on the items on the shelves, walking slowly through rows of vitamins and generic medicine. “His dad’s in the military. I don’t actually know anything else about him, not really. Child support comes in, but he’s not interested in a relationship with him. One mistake changed my whole life, but at least it was a change for the better. I know, all too well, that most people’s mistakes cost them everything.”
Andy wondered if this was your way of telling him that you knew who he was or about the case. Initially, after the crash when both Laurie and Jacob were in the hospital he’d left the practice. After Jacob passed and Laurie divorced him he needed the familiarity and, frankly, a job that could take up as much time as he was willing to let it. It was part of the reason he grocery shopped so late, coming straight from work while also avoiding anyone that could possibly recognize him. He’d been studying your face, waiting for some sort of recognition and instead found a tired young woman that lit up at the sight of melatonin gummies. “I think you might not need it tonight. I just have a few more things to grab, if you don’t mind, and then I can help put him in his car seat.”
“You really don’t have to do that.”
“It’s kind of comforting, honestly. My son, he’s gone and his mother and I aren’t…” Andy trailed off, lowering his gaze to the groceries in the basket he was lugging around. Her eyes moved from the sadness in his eyes to the way AJ clung to him- even in his sleep, and then to the basket full of freezer food.
“Let’s get your groceries, but I’m going to have to insist that you let me pay you back with a real dinner.” Andy couldn’t remember the last time he had a home cooked meal. It wasn’t that he couldn’t cook, but Laurie had done it before and on the rare times he did it was for a family of three with the intent of both Laurie and himself having leftovers for work the next day. His mouth bobbed open to protest, maybe to mention the hour or to ask for a rain check that he’d never fulfill, but you were faster. “I said, I insist.”
Your smile was warm and bright, even though you really did look exhausted. With a nod and a smile that mirrored yours the pair of you walked through the store, fairly quiet aside from your humming of the song playing overhead. He grabbed some more overly processed chronic bachelor foods and you picked up a few more things to make him dinner before checking out. By the time your son was buckled into the car, you realized just how crazy inviting a nameless stranger you just let carry your kid around the grocery store. As if he was reading your mind, the man gently shut the door and opened yours, “I’m Andy, by the way. Andrew Barber, technically, but no one ever calls me that.”
With a look of surprise you glanced into the back seat, “That little guy is Andrew, too. Andrew Joyner, but I’ve always called him AJ.” You gave him your name and address, noticing how he’d been a little distracted by your sleeping son as you spoke. Though you’d never seen AJ’s father with AJ, you’d always hoped that he’d look at AJ like that, like the world started and stopped with those eyes. It was at that moment, Andy took off his ball cap and you really saw his eyes and just how similar the color was to your son’s, his only trait he shared with his father. “Want me to wait so you can follow us?” He shook his head and smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. With a nod, you made your way home and tried to pull yourself together by mentally walking through the steps of the meal you were about to make.
Andy pulled in just a few short moments after you and he was quick to shuffle around to help, “I got him. Why don’t you get the door?” His thoughtfulness was jarring and you couldn’t help but recall the few dates you’d been on since AJ was born. Men never opened doors anymore, several ‘forgot their wallet’ on expensive dates, and the few that made it long enough for you to mention AJ ghosted. “Your home is beautiful.” His eyes moved around the open concept of your small two story home, seemingly ignoring the toys strewn across the living room and the basket of laundry with your panties on top right by the open laundry room door. Instead he stopped at the wall by the door, covered in pictures of your family. “Wow, he looks like he’s the happiest little guy in the world.”
You took the opportunity to pick up a few things as you moved further into the house. “He’s always been super easy. Honestly, today was the first real heart attack he’s given me.”
Andy’s eyes found yours in every picture, too. The lawyer couldn’t help but notice that you were always so happy with AJ in your arms and a little lost when alone, but you’d turned a corner now and he couldn’t see you, only hear the cautious clang of pots being gently pulled down. “What is it you do, if you don’t mind my asking?” Andy sat at one of the stools on the kitchen island, a little relieved that you hadn’t led him straight to AJ’s room to put him down because he found comfort in those small arms sleep-hugging him as he patted his back. “I’m a lawyer, if I didn’t mention that.”
“Fancy!” You chuckled softly, wiggling your shoulders a little as you looked back at him from the sink where you filled a pot with water. “I’m a freelance graphic designer.” After the pot was on the stove, you pointed to a door off of the living room behind him. “I get to work from home and as much as I want or need to. Mostly, I’m with him all day and work at night after he goes to bed.”
“Is that what you always wanted to do?” Andy had so many questions he wanted to ask you, but the ones that seemed to come out were so surface level. His eyes fell to the little boy asleep in his arms and, as if he felt Andy’s heart stutter and swell, he stirred, just a little. AJ’s face nuzzled further into the corner of Andy’s neck, his little nose twitching at the tickle of his beard. Rocking his hips with the swivel of the chair, the corner of Andy’s mouth turned up in a smile and, looking up when he realized you hadn’t answered, he caught you watching him. “Has he always been…”
“Easy to love?” Andy nodded and your smile grew. “I like to think so, but this is different. I think he chose you.” Biting your lip you turned around, not finishing your thought aloud. As you stirred the sauce into noodles, adding more seasoning and lowering the temperature, you let out a slow sigh and then answered his question. “I was that kid that never knew what they wanted to be, head always in the clouds, and I think that creativity helped me be successful in this job. I just helped a few friends here and there, word of mouth helped my clientele expand, and bit by bit I established something successful. I really do love it, but I might not love it so much if it wasn’t for the fact that it lets me do what I really want to do every day.”
It was obvious Andy had been listening to you intently. His hand had paused on AJ’s back, his rocking back and forth had slowed and a small creased line formed between his eyebrows as if he was about to ask another question, but instead asked, “Should we get him to bed while it’s simmering?”
With a nod and a soft smile, you couldn’t help but wonder what he wasn’t saying. Nevertheless, you led him to the stairs. Andy followed you slowly, stopping as he looked at the art and pictures on the walls before he made it to the top. There were three doors and the one straight ahead was open to a duck themed bathroom that dizzied Andy with the sweet floral scent of your perfume. Turning left to follow you into a blue-green bedroom, he took in the simple space with a small bookshelf stuffed with books, a spaceship bed with Finding Nemo blankets and a stuffed giraffe, and the various toys strewn about the room were just as diverse. Overall, it was mostly empty and he could see the little guy growing up in that house, finding himself. For a moment sadness washed over Andy’s expression and you wanted to reach out and hug him, certain he was probably thinking about his own boy’s room. Instead, you stepped aside and picked up toys, watching Andy tuck AJ in out of the corner of your eye. “I’m amazed he let you go.”
A soft chuckle, weighted with sadness, quietly passed his lips as the man stood back up to his full height and gazed down at your son. There was an obvious tenderness to that look, longing. Before he turned and headed out of the bedroom, Andy faintly whispered, “Sweet dreams, Bubba.”
You smiled at him, aware he’d used your nickname for your son, before following him down to the kitchen after cracking AJ’s door. Andy watched you walk down the stairs and you couldn’t help but feel aware of what you looked like after a long day of chasing your boy around. Your fingertips toyed with the hem of your jeans as you used every ounce of restraint to stop yourself from fidgeting with your hair or staring at how long and lean the attractive lawyer looked perched on the stool waiting for you. Instead, you headed straight to the cabinet and pulled down a shallow plate to serve up, “Spaghetti pomodoro was one of the first things I learned how to cook. Would you like something to drink? I usually have mine with white wine, but I have beer, water, orange juice, and apple juice.”
“I’ll have it like you do, but just a little since I’m driving.” Andy looked down at the plate and back at you, had you been looking you might have noticed the way questions seemed to dance across his face again. “It smells amazing. Thank you, you really didn’t have to.”
“I know, but I wanted to.”
You cleaned the dishes while he ate, both of you periodically asking each other questions or stealing glances. There were no uncomfortable silences, he didn’t irritate you with slurping or chomping, and he even offered to help you clean while praising your cooking. As the two of you walked to the door he held up the container of leftovers you gave him. “Thank you. I’m already looking forward to lunch tomorrow.”
Before you could stop yourself you asked, “But what about dinner?”
Andy turned on his heel and looked down at you, the porch light offering up a warm glow that was only highlighting his smile. “I would need to bring you back the container.”
“Then I guess you’ll just have to join us again. What time do you get off work?” After plans were made and numbers were exchanged you offered up a soft, “We’ll see you tomorrow and I promise I’ll talk to AJ about calling you Mr. Barb-”
“It’s fine, sweetheart. Don’t worry about it. I’ll see you tomorrow.” The lawyer was quick to cut you off, his nonchalance over what your son called him making your forehead wrinkle.
He leaned down and kissed your forehead, giving your shoulder a squeeze. Confused, all you could manage was a whispered, “Goodnight, Andy.”
The way that man looked back at you from the bottom of the stairs with an unpracticed, soft smile only to say, “G’night.” Well, you had a reason to toss and turn tonight.
A/N:The next part is partially written and I think I’d like to see what people thought about this story before I put more heart into it. I’ve just been gone so long that I’m not sure anyone’s even around. Hi, it’s me, your favorite flake
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warnings; non-con, dub-con, Defending Jacob spoilers, smut, sex, rough sex, anal sex, vaginal fingering, nipple play, mentions of rape, mentions of murder, panic/anxiety attack
status; in progress
summary; You work overnight at a diner. You thought you were used to the creeps that come in, but boy, were your wrong. A chance run in with the town’s most notorious family man turns into a twisted, dark romance with redemption for your soul – and his.
