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eclipsedpascal · 3 years

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You Deserve This

Andy Dolan x Female Reader

GIF by @kissxmedeadly !!

“The reader asking Andy about his kiddo (let's pretend is a lil boy 🤣) and him being very emotional about it and the reader who truly loves him conforts him 😭❤️” - anon

Please read the warnings!!

Warnings: use of drugs (weed), smut, oral (female receiving), slight public sex, slight angst, mentions of rehab, mentions of suicidal thoughts, a lil bit of crying and VERY slight Eden spoilers, but thats only if you don't want to know anything AT ALL, so basically none? idk lmao:)

Notes: hi! So this is my first Andy fic, I wrote it very quickly last night after a sudden burst of inspiration and it doesn't make too much sense, also it’s kinda cheesy? I don't think I've ever written anything this angsty or soft before, but i’m trying to be more in touch w my emotions nd this is my way of doing that, so hopefully i'll do more things like this soon:) also if you’re interested, the title is one of my favourite songs by Men I Trust that I just thought fit Andy well.

Word count: 1.8k

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The warm, dancing breeze washed over your skin, plucking up your many goosebumps and blowing the rainbow coloured sea of petals that decorated the large garden from left to right. The bittersweet mix of their fragrances and Andy’s blunt rushed to you and filled your scrunched up, wrinkled nose as you let out a loud laugh. The vibrant expanse of fluffy grass felt close to a mattress underneath you, cradling your form whilst you laid amongst the greenery and watched Andy ghost a deep inhale of the blunt he had balanced precariously between two fingers. He flopped his arm across the gap between you and offered you another toke, the dopey smile spread over his features making you laugh even more.

“What’s so funny? Hmm?” He questioned you jokingly, rolling onto his forearms and bringing his face to hover just above yours as you brought the blunt to your lips. You couldn't hold in your laughter, your drug hazed state and the breeze that pushed his brown curls to tickle your blushing skin only exaggerating your amusement further as you choked out clouds of smoke.

“What??” He joined in laughing, finding humour in his own confusion and finding your laugh infectious. His lips found your own in a sudden yet gentle kiss which you gladly embraced, still not managing to fully compose yourself as you giggled into his open mouth.

You did your best to pull back from the kiss, but were reminded you didn't really have anywhere to go when you felt a blade of grass flutter against your ear. “It’s just.. your smile.” You rested your blunt carrying hand on his cheek as you spoke, feeling your heart swell when he pulled an overdramatic expression of insult at your reply.

“What’s so wrong with my smile?!” He half faked offence, not understanding what you could possibly find so amusing about it as you giggled more and more. “What’s wrong with it?- is it my lips? ‘They not good enough for you baby?” His thick accent aided his voice, making him sound even more attractive than he already was as he joked with you.

“Noo! it definitely wasn’t your lips, cause I love those.” You gripped his locks a little firmer, biting your lip as his stare changed from one of curiosity to one of want.

“Oh yeah?” He leaned back down and kissed you again, but this time rougher, the weed made you feel as if his lips were slowly melting into your own as it sent strong signals of lust through your body. He put all his weight on one arm, lifting the other and groping your waist with it whilst simultaneously moving to trail wet kisses down your neck.

His touches were deep, yet executed so delicately it convinced you if he was any rougher, you might just break. He opened the buttons of the flowing shirt you wore; one you had stolen out of his wardrobe that morning. He moved his head further down your chest to your stomach, mouth racing in slow motion to reach you were he wanted to most.

Forgetting to explain why you found his smile so funny in the first place, your high carried your thoughts closer towards how incredible his mouth felt on your skin, making you lean into his touch and let out a few small mewls.

As he reached your panty line, he tapped your hip, signalling for you to lift them so he could take your shorts off. He slid them off your legs in a quick, smooth motion that had them landing on a nearby lavender bush. The garden had quite a large variety of blossoming shrubbery and many clusters of beautiful flowers, it was probably down to the bi-weekly gardeners Andy had hired. You had known they were expensive and after spending so much time like this, lazing around, surrounded by the expensive home’s nature, you were beginning to understand why he had hired them.

You returned your gaze from the dangling shorts, back to the man nestled between your bare thighs. His beard was scratching at your skin in the best way possible as he laid small kisses over the thin fabric that covered your cunt. His hot breathe felt like fire as you wriggled and squirmed below him, just wanting some kind of contact from him.

He used two fingers to peel your panties to the side, groaning at the site of your glistening folds before kissing your clit gently. His tongue started swiping across your cunt slowly, taking all the time in the world to make you feel as good as he knew he could. You moaned loudly, grabbing at his hair once more as he sucked on you deeply.

“Mr Dolan?” You were interrupted by a throat clearing before hearing a man speak; one of Andy’s many servants you guessed. They had never seemed to leave the two of you alone whilst you had been staying there. No matter how big his home was, you always seemed to find another at every corner.

Andy looked up to the man with question and annoyance, raising an eyebrow at him as he wished for him to just hurry up and leave so the two of you could continue with your escapades. “It’s the phone for you Mr Dolan. Your son.”

Andy quickly rose from his place below you, his mind abandoning all thought of the act he was just partaking in as he jogged past the glass doors of his home, wanting only to speak to the young boy.

You sat up slightly, doing up a few buttons of your shirt and laying your crossed legs to the side of you as you held yourself up with your arm. You watched him as he scrambled into the house after his servant, little red marks from where he had been lying in the grass next to you were noticeably imprinted on the skin of his left arm, the one he had been leaning on, and his open shirt was flowing behind him with the speed he was moving.

You looked down to the flowers on front of you, picking a single daisy that bore tinted, pink tips on the end of each slim, white petal, twirling the stem around between two of your fingers as you listened to the breeze pick up. You could feel the mood of the air change as he left, the wind feeling more cold an irritating than once before as you pondered the call Andy was having.

You knew how desperate he had been to speak to his son again. It had been months since he had spoken to him without his ex-wife being the messenger. He missed him more than he knew to describe.

His recent divorce had been what had fuelled him to return home to Eden; hoping to find solace in the paradise he knew so well after feeling as if he had lost himself entirely. Spending too many years constantly playing other people had taken more of a toll on him than he had realised, that was until he was sent to rehab. After getting out, he felt as if staying in Eden was the only way for him to climb out of the dark hole he had managed to find himself in. Unfortunately, this journey of finding himself had meant making the decision to leave his son behind in Los Angles. Something he didn't like to speak on much.

When you had first met him in rehab however, he had been extremely open about his life, telling you how anger was the only emotion he could really feel anymore. Explaining that if he wasn’t at least the slightest amount intoxicated, he didn't think he couldn't go on with living; especially after the recent downfall of his career being showcased for the entire world to see. It was dark stuff, but you understood each other. That’s a big part of what made you grow so close.

You picked off petal after petal from the daisy, watching its beauty fade with each pluck and letting each one slowly blow into the breeze, creating a tragic stream as they blew away from you and down to the not so far off shoreline. As you plucked the last petal, you admired the daisy, still glowing with pollen and beaming in the sunlight despite have lost so many important parts of it. You stuck it into your shirt pocket and fell back down to lay on the grass as you waited for Andy to finish his call.

It had been maybe ten minutes you were lying with your eyes closed, enjoying the heat that beamed down from the clear, Australian sky when you finally heard the slow footsteps that you knew to be Andy’s, pattering along the grass. You shot up from where you lay to see the dopey-smiled man who had left you in the garden just fifteen minutes before, only to be faced with a red-eyed, teary one.

“Andy what happened? Are you okay?” He fell down onto the grass besides you, staring at you but completely wordless. You felt as if you could see into his soul. He was feeling so many emotions he hadn’t even been able to grasp at in so long. It was overwhelming him and you knew it. You reached out to stroke is cheek, concern running through you for the man that you had grown to love so dearly over the past few months.

He looked up “She’s gonna let me see him. T-They’re coming over next month.” A tear fell from his face as he smiled harder than you had ever seen him smile before. He was finally going to see his son after all these long months and you couldn’t have been any happier for him.

“Really?! That’s amazing, oh my god!” You moved forwards, wrapping your arms over his large shoulders and squeezing him in a hug so full of love it was palpable. “You really got to speak to him this time?” You questioned him once more before pulling away from his grasp, thinking back to the many times his ex-wife had promised he could speak with the boy but decided at the last minute he wouldn’t get to.

“Yeah!.. he uhh,” He took in a shaky breath, chuckling with joy as he recalled hearing the young boy’s voice so filled with excitement and energy over the phone. “He said he couldn't wait to meet you! You know, when I told him about you.” He stumbled over his words, running a hand through his hair as he shook with nerves, doing his best to calm himself.

In that moment, you felt your love for him soar higher than it ever had before. You were so proud of the progress he had made, and you knew his son would be too. “And I cant wait to meet him either.” You rested your forehead against his, the two of you enjoying a stand still and bathing in the happiness you both felt in the beautiful moment. The sound of the ever present breeze occupied your ears as the laughter emitting from two of you joined it, echoing a song throughout the garden that wouldn’t be forgotten any time soon.

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Thank you sm for reading!!🥺💗

Tags: @celestialrequiem @ntxoza @dark-mei-rose @sojournmichael @blakescoven @ritualmichael @ghostangels @fernfiction @ferndolan @brattylovee @7-wonders @angelicmichael @melodylangdon @brooklinn13 @kitty4860 @lavenderahs @michaellangdonstanaccount @9layerdevilfoodcake @chicaluna2410 @plymptxn-reborn I've just tagged anyone who I thought might be interested as per usual, but if you would to be removed feel free to let me know!! you can also lemme know if you would like to be added to the tag list too:)

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celestialrequiem · 3 years

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In Progress/Coming Soon!

So @guiltyfiend and @instincts-baby are incredible writers who inspired me to start writing ❤️❤️ I already have some concepts in mind 🥰, I personally never would’ve thought to be part of a fandom again at the age of 23, (the last fandom I was in was true crime and KPOP, and both were toxic LMAO) and I never in my life thought I would ever write fanfics but here we are. Lol. Thank you to Carissa and Dana who made me believe that there are great & amazing fanfic writing, you truly inspired me with the fictional worlds you have created and blessed this fandom!

Here are my concepts so far. :-)

1-Apollo and Daphne (Michael is Apollo and Reader is Daphne) inspired by Greek Mythology. I wanted to do Hades and Persephone but that’s been done before by great writers!! (@7-wonders and @rainbowxmisa check them out!) (will possibly be a one shot!)

2- Celestial Requiem (In Progress, Chapter 1 will be done soon!) It is a period/historical fic. Soft Dark!Michael is a hunter, who falls in love with Zeus’s naive and pure daughter (a nymph). Michael works for Zeus! (It will be multiple chapters!) This concept was inspired by one of my favourite collages by Max Ernest called “Approaching Puberty” and inspired by Greek Mythology (again) lol. This will be dedicated to @guiltyfiend and @instincts-baby 🥰

3- Kubrick Characters as the Cody boys, (this will be headcanons) This is self-indulgent tbh because I am a Kubrick hoe LOL. (I will be mentioning “Eyes Wide Shut by @guiltyfiend” obviously because she made me (or us?) haha envision Michael fitting in that world!/film!) This also might be the first thing I finish, because it’s headcanons. Lol.

4- Based in the 60s, Dark!Duncan Shepherd is a corrupt Sheriff who falls in love with a waitress working at a diner (inspired by one of my favourite shows Twin Peaks...I am whore for David Lynch okay) Duncan probably has a housewife/misogyny kink 👀. (It’s the 60s duh, his character will be like Don Draper from Mad Men)

5- Opera (inspired by Phantom of the opera and Opera by Dario Argento) Serial Killer Michael! is an obsessed fan who kidnaps ballet reader and holds her hostage at the opera (I started working on it, probably will be a one shot)

I am planning to continue writing once I finish my finals!

If you guys are interested in a particular one let me know 🥰(pick a number)

Thank you !

honourable mentions to other writers who inspired me Ashe, Eva and Jocelyn! ❤️❤️ @sojournmichael @jimmason @michaellangdonstanaccount love your work each one of you!

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itsgrishaverse · 4 years

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Andy gives me a vibe of being very methodical about every aspect of his life. So when he meets reader, at first he thought he had reader figured out in his methodical way. But as things progressed and they spent more time together Andy doesn't know what to do with himself & feelings anymore, until he finally cracks and all hell and passion he feels breaks completely free. He will stop at nothing to keep reader by his side. Anyone flirts with reader? Dead by the next day mysteriously.

I haven’t stopped thinking about this ever since you sent it. Thing is, I absolutely love how this all turned out, not going to lie. And I hope so do you.

tag list because I know some people are waiting for updates for ANDREW, so I’ll give you this little thing instead for now. let me know if you’d like to be tagged or removed. @jimmason @theneverendinghunger @angelicmichael @michaellangdonstanaccount @jimmlangdon @angxlmichael @langdons-butterfly @thewarriorprincessxo @9layerdevilsfoodcake-deactivate @elfilibusterismo

ANDREW DOLAN | TONIGHT

A man like Andrew could only be pushed to his limits to a certain edge, and he was reaching the ending of a sharp and painful path where there would be no return. Not being the same man he was known for anymore. Not being the father he had promised himself to be, but the one he had been attempting to keep to himself only for a long time now. Years. He felt exposed; as if his behavior or desires took longer to be controlled beneath his fingers. As if they had a mind of their own. The mirror between who he made himself to be and who he really is, was slowly breaking into pieces. The reason? A woman. Not any random woman, but (Y/N). The one who had managed to cling to his heart; unseen and as silent as the night, and who was about to rip it off his chest.

This love felt like a dance in a losing game; the more he desired to be closer to her, the deeper that a knife between them would dig into his chest. The less he could prevent himself from doing something absolutely questionable to earn her attention. For her.

And it began with mixed signs.

Puerto Rico, 12:00am. Their holiday house. Iris, his daughter, had insisted on bringing (Y/N) along. Andrew didn’t complain at all; it was still a time where his thoughts about her, his certain liking remained within the walls of his mind. Only for himself. Part of him was certain that she didn’t feel the same — and perhaps, it was the main reason why he kept reminding himself, hoped that it was true. Everything was okay. His surroundings remained the way he wanted it to be. They treated each other as a close circle. Drinks were shared. Sounds of joy. Little teases. Stolen smiles and glances.

At 3am, everything changed. The sound of the door opening, allowing (Y/N) to walk in the bathroom was met with Andrew standing before the mirror, attempting to clean his stained buttoned up shirt. As their eyes met, there was an initial surprise between both.

“Oh. I — Sorry. I didn’t know you were here. I’ll use the other bathroom.” She was soaked from head to toes, letting Andrew assume Iris had thrown both of them into the pool. Clouded gaze, he noticed the way her eyes trailed down and up his figure. Her dressed clung to each inch of her figure, which he didn’t bother on pretending not to notice either.

His mind was clouded by thoughts of bringing her closer and claim her there, up against the wall. Just for one night. To ease the burning feeling that didn’t seem to fade by time. How well she would take his length between her tight walls. How sweet would be the sound of his name falling from her lips at each deep thrust.

“Stay.” An accented tone of voice, laced with the slight intoxication from the tequila he drank previously. “The other room is downstairs. You’re already here, aren’t you? I’ll be out in a minute.”

As his gaze fell back onto the mirror, minutes later, he was taken away by the sight of her behind him. Her fingers reached out for her own clothes, stripping down. Andrew’s breath hitched. Staring through the mirror. Despite her back facing him as if they didn’t see them, she knew that he was there with her. (Y/N) turned to finally face him, greeting the sight of Andrew leaning closer to the sink, his hands gripping both ends of it. His eyes looked into hers through the glass; she expected him to make a move, but he didn’t. Did he not want this? It wasn’t easy to read a man such as himself, but there were so signs of him not wanting it either. One step closer behind him, she allowed the contact of her wrist against his arm. His eyes closed at the touch and then — the ghost of a smirk. Oh, he did want this. He wanted her to be the one to come to him.

“I thought you were leaving, Mr. Dolan.”

A week later, and the taste of (Y/N)’s lips remained in his subconscious. Memories of that night kept playing— at some point, Andrew couldn’t just wait another week to see her.

It has already happened, didn’t it? They kissed. As passionate as the desire itself he had felt since the beginning; her bare body pressed up against his clothed figure, her arms around his neck, needing to pull him impossibly closer against hers. It didn’t go any further than a heated, messy kiss. However it was enough to have him hooked up on what could come next. She was his. Wanted him as much as he did want her, and that was enough for him to begin crossing little lines.

At the university, he looked for her. The last thing he heard from her was a text about how busy her schedule would be all week. Her next project consisted on visiting a morgue and then, a crime scene. Therefore, surprising her before she would leave was a good idea in his mind. Truth be told, all he wanted to do was taste her, again.

It was a terrible one by the end.

Awaiting outside the known class building, the curly-brown haired male spotted her walking out with a pair of classmates. The sight of her holding someone else’s hand struck him with confusion. Eyebrows furrowed— watching the scene of her giving the other male a smile unfold. The blond long haired male, whoever they were, seemed as pleased by her presence as she seemed by his.

He should’ve left. Why was he there, in the first place? At a place where he could be recognized easily? He didn’t. The mere scene was enough to have him walk up to them, steady steps, with the same airs of a confident male. As he was easily known for. It didn’t go unnoticed the surprise coming across (Y/N)’s face upon seeing him. Was it pleasant?

“Mr. Dolan.” She walked away from the other male in order to head towards him. The smallest of such a detail pleased him. The fact they were so formal after all had amusement swing through his ocean blues. “I’m surprised to see you here. Iris always makes sure we know how much you dislike this place.”

“I do, in fact.” His index finger traced along his bottom lip. A sign of him being thoughtful. He knew the other was staring at them. “We must allow ourselves to make exceptions. Sometimes. I wanted to see you.” It was the burning jealousy within him that had him making a move on her out in public without second thoughts. He claimed her by the waist— gentle, bringing her close against him. A kiss onto her lips; short enough was given.

She didn’t react in the way he thought she would. Having her withdrawing, wide eyes. Surprised. “Andrew.” Her tone of voice laced with a warning. “What the hell are you doing?”

“What you begged me to do a week ago if I’m not mistaken. Have you changed your mind? I’d be amused with the thought of making that little boyfriend of yours uncomfortable.”

Words left his lips before he could stop them. He was acting like an immature man, clouded by jealousy. And he would regret it eventually.

That same thing minute without an answer, in disbelief, she walked away from him.

Texts remained unanswered. No matter how many he would send, there would no answer from her. It was the unknown, the lack of knowledge about her thoughts that had him driving close to the edge. She was hard to read, he’d give her that. One night a shared kiss between them had him believing it would, finally, break the line between them. The next, he felt further away from her than they were at the beginning.

Perhaps, it was how unpredictable she could be that had him allured to it all. A change in how controlled he kept his life. Perhaps not, perhaps he loathed it.

All of this. Because of her. The irony he wouldn’t allow himself to go through the same, once again, years ago had him despising himself right now. The worst was that he was already into it. He couldn’t stop it. It was too late.

[ delivered message. ]

“Where are you?”

[ delivered message. ]

“I’m certain we can talk this out. Could you, please, stop ignoring me?”

[ delivered message. ]

“We’re not fucking kids anymore.”

[ READ message.]

“My apologies. Truly. I shouldn’t have done it. We forget about everything that happened, and done. Have a good evening.”

The last text was sent with a new knowledge of the following events. Iris had spoken about her own plans for the evening and with that, Andrew persuaded her enough to speak about (Y/N) without looking that obvious. Apparently she had a date— sort of. Someone who had asked her out and ended up accepting it.

A few hours later, he sat before the bar. At the same place his daughter mentioned. A young lady remained by his side, murmuring topics he truly wasn’t interested in at the moment. Things he would answer to with a gentle raise of eyebrows and grin; as if interested. It was little masks that one could manage to their own convenience. A compliment to her eyes and smile would have her look away, cheeks heating up— a comment about how much her mind amazed him would have her be interested in him. Ladies enjoyed the physical attention, but being interested in their own intellectual had open doors for him most of the time. It was about knowing how to touch someone’s soul, to observe and learn. Having them wanting it.

The same way he was about to learn how much the same person he couldn’t keep out ot his mind was interested in him.

Raising his drink up to his own lips, he would allow his gaze to roam around the place. It wasn’t until three hours later that he spotted that same blond man he saw weeks ago. He was heading towards the door. Andrew’s head tilted in the slightest, catching a glimpse of (Y/N) following behind them.

So now, he would take him to her place, wouldn’t she? Was she punishing him for his immature behavior weeks ago? If she had intended on pushing him to the edge, certainly she was quite great at it.

Five minutes later. He followed them, their destination did end up at her apartment. As he assumed it would be. Awaiting for them to go in first, it wouldn’t be hard to find hers again. Standing at the same front door as he once did made him think of the first time he was alone with her. Memories that would haunt him more, the longer she was away from him. The longer she ignored him. Andrew tried the handle of the front door— surprisingly, it wasn’t locked. Inside her apartment, he was greeted by silence and dim lights, except the sound of someone’s voice coming from the passageway. It came from one of the rooms.

“It’s not as easy as it should be.”

“We could try again.” It was a male’s voice. “I’m here, okay? Look at me, hey. Look at me.”

Andrew attempted to peek through the cracked open door. He caught the sight of (Y/N) leaning against his chest, the blond one’s arms wrapped up around her. Lips pursed. Unpleased at how good they tried to be for her. The little mask of being the good one, there for her maybe would make her fall for it. He wouldn’t. Andrew was a man of masks, therefore, he knew when he met another.

“Come on. Look at me. Let me see that beautiful smile of yours I love to see.”

He turned away from the door upon hearing such words, uninterested in witnessing what would come after between them.

What felt like long, painful hours of awaiting gave him what he has been looking forward to since the beginning of the night. It had begun to rain, lightly. Not enough to prevent him from getting out of his car once noticing that same stranger leaving the building, all it would take was for them to walk past him. And he would have him.

In hands, Dolan carried the same cane he kept inside his car for certain reasons. He didn’t need it, yet coming off as someone who did was strategic enough to get closer to people out in public. To be unexpected at the right moment. Especially for men, who most of the time, put up a fight.

Observing him walk down the street, heading closer, Andrew awaited patiently until they walked past him. Playing with the cane in hands. Such man didn’t seem to notice him — if he did, they didn’t give him enough attention. As any other stranger in the streets.

“Hey, love.” Andrew called out behind him, low yet enough to be heard by them. Now they did have their attention. As soon as their steps came to a halt and their body turned to him, the head of the cane swung, striking their face in a shift and harsh move. Carried by enough strength to make him fall backwards. Certainly caught off guard.

One free hand reached to grip the collar of their shirt, hovering over them, standing still. A grin across his features. Dilated blues swimming in adrenaline. His heart beat with anticipated excitement. He tugged on it, bringing the injured one closer to him. Whispering. “You may have been hers, but you’re mine now.”

#cody fern #andy dolan #ahs fandom #michael langdon #michael langdon x reader #andy dolan fic #headcanons #andy dolan x reader #ii. writing

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littledemondani · 2 years

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forever and always part two teaser

warnings: dub-con, gun play, gun kink, nipple play, slight degradation, toxic relationship dynamics, stalker!andy

so, i wanted to share a little portion of my stalker!andy continuation. i’ve been slowly chipping away at it and i love how it’s coming along. ☺️ do me a favor and don’t read on if this isn’t your jam. like read the warnings, they��re there for a reason. i’m also not tagging anyone in this as it’s just a teaser. hope y’all like it!

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There was something about her on her knees for him, with her hands tied behind her back, gazing up at him with tear-stained cheeks and glassy, reddened eyes that made his cock twitch inside of his pants. Maybe it’s the fact that she’s completely at his mercy — willing to comply with anything and everything he asks of her simply because deep down she wants to please him or maybe its because of the unloaded pistol he has pointed to her head that she believes has actual bullets in it. He settles on both.

“Andy, please,” Y/N sobs, the sound practically tearing itself from deep within her bare chest as she struggles to keep eye contact with him. “Don’t hurt me.”

“How many times do I have to tell you, Y/N, I would never hurt you,” he says, his tone of voice lacking any and all emotion — though in his mind it’s meant to sound caring and soothing.

Andy trails the gun down her forehead, over her lips, and to her breasts, rubbing the barrel over one of her nipples. The pebble quickly hardens underneath the cold metal, and a soft, exasperated moan escapes her supple lips. He smirks smugly, chuckling wickedly as he brings the gun to her other nipple. “Feels good, doesn’t it, baby?” he rasps. “I can tell by how you’re squeezing your thighs together.”

Y/N glares at him, but she can’t deny the rush of arousal that overtakes her in that moment. It’s like a tidal wave crashing down on her, and she struggles to swim to the surface in order to breathe. All she cares about is the overwhelming ache coming from her pussy and how badly she needs some relief from it.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asks, removing the gun from her. He hooks his fingers around the ring of her collar and lifts her up, his crystal eyes now darkened over with lust as he watches her scramble to her feet. He doesn’t wait for her to give him an answer, though, and runs the barrel through her folds, groaning hotly at discovering just how wet she already is. “Ah, so you do want me to fuck you.” He rubs light circles on her clit with the barrel and she hisses softly at the coldness.

She tosses her head back at the much needed attention being given to her throbbing clit, unconsciously swiveling her hips to increase the pressure, which doesn’t go unnoticed by Andy. “Who knew my girl was such a depraved little slut,” he groans, keeping the pace of his movements slow and torturous. “Getting wet from being touched with a gun.”

Y/N moans shakily, her lids fluttering closed at the pleasurable sensation spreading throughout her pussy. Andy was right, though. Who was she? Every day spent in Andy’s basement led her further and further away from the person she thought she was. She should be trying to figure out ways to set herself free, and instead, she’s letting him claim her with his cock until she’s so fucked out and exhausted only to do it all over again the next day and the day after that.

“Andy,” she breathes, finally bringing herself to look him straight in his lust-filled eyes.

“Yes?” he answers, slowing his ministrations just a little.

Her breathing becomes slightly ragged, and she struggles to get the words out of her chest. “I—I want you to fuck me,” she moans, keeping her eyes on his. “…. with that gun..”

#andy dolan #andy dolan x reader #andy dolan smut #andy dolan imagine #andy dolan fanfic #andy dolan fanfiction #fic teaser #eden on stan #michael langdon #xavier plympton #jim mason #stan vogel #duncan shepherd #valiant thor

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kissxmedeadly · 3 years

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« I gasp, and I’m Eve in the Garden of Eden, and he’s the serpent, and I cannot resist.»

#okay but imagine this is a gifset from an x reader fic AHHHH #you and your bestie have crashed his bday party and he's about to call the security #BUT when he does notice you AHHH #the fucking spark #can y'all imagine being looked at like THAT #FUCK #especially that stare from the gif i didnt add here oof #cody fern #my gifs #andy dolan #eden spoilers #cody fern gifs #eden #andy dolan gifs #eden on stan #andy dolan x reader #duncan shepherd

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angelicmichael · 3 years

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my mind forgets to remind me - you're a bad idea w andy 😳👉👈

A/N: Thank u sm for sending this!! You had no idea how happy this made me to write :’) I’m sorry it took me a min tho lmao. The prompt is from Eva’s taylor swift prompt list 😌, but also - I tried to make this fluffy but there is some angst 🤐 actually a lot of angst.. I’m so sorry djdjd. The dynamic /overall relationship is very much like my other Andy fic ngl.. which I wanted to point out haha. This is also probably the most unedited thing ive ever uploaded so plz dont judge my writing too harshly 😭 Otherwise enjoy! <3

Warnings: kinda slow burn?, pining, angstt, Hedwig slander, brief conflict, some fluff hehe, friends to lovers, jealous! reader

You heard the rumors.

Andy Dolan was with Hedwig.

To be completely honest; even without the rumors it was painfully obvious how much truth those words had behind them.. You saw how they acted together. How Andy’s eyes, which were normally filled with torment, finally got some light to them whenever he looked at her; how he was so careful to never disagree with a single fucking word she said or demand she made.. happy to oblige as long as it meant she was his and wouldn’t leave him.

It made you sick.

You hated the kind of person Andy Dolan was making you become.. Seeing your best friend with someone like Hedwig, so selfish and narrow minded made you beyond pissed. But regardless; anger wasn’t the main emotion that you felt when you were with Andy. That was only a result of seeing him with someone else.. someone who wasn’t you.

Trying to deny your feelings was redundant but so was the obvious truth; that he was with Hedwig.

It was something that even though you were nearly positive was certain, you were terrified to confront him over. You were scared that you would finally be the one he would take his anger out on.. He would finally get tired of seeing you and entertaining your prescience when he had no real reason too.

After all; you knew why he commonly enjoyed the presence of Women.. and now that he was taken, you weren’t needed.

Simple as that.

Or that’s what you feared, anyway. That wasn’t actually reality.

Andy Dolan (to your surprise) invited you over for the night.. something that you really thought nothing of until you saw him.

He looked serious; something that was not uncharacteristic of him but it still kept you on edge. Perhaps because you were waiting for him to speak.. wanting desperately to know why Andy had chosen to call you and not Hedwig.

“I’m sorry for calling you over so late,” He started.

He avoided eye contact.. pacing around his room as he stood over currently one of his nightstands.. you sat on his bed - paranoia still clouding your fair judgement.

“It’s okay,” you said.. even though it really wasn’t.

You wanted him to turn around. To make eye contact with you and to tell you directly why exactly he had chosen to call you over, because that reason was starting to become painfully obvious.

“I just couldn’t sleep,” He turned around, his gaze slowly averting from the floor to meet yours. You struggled to see whether he was actually looking at you or not since the lights were off - leaving the two of you in a completely dark room.

You stayed silent for a moment - quietly calculating what you wanted to say next and how you wanted to say it.

Was it insomnia that kept him up?? Nightmares?? And why wasn’t he calling Hedwig or some other girl to help him with this issue?

Why you?

Why now?

“Andy.. since when did you ever have insomnia?” You confronted him carefully.

His eyes, which finally started to come into focus, peered up at you almost in a guilty manner.. as if you had caught him straight in a lie.

You were scared of being too direct at first. Scared that you would set him off and he would ‘force’ you to leave and that would be that.. Because even though being next to Andy was torture; being next to him like this.. in the dark, late at night with no one else around where you two could just talk.. was all that you ever wanted, as corny as it kinda sounded.

“You think I’m lying?” He bit back.

“I never said that, I just.. I don’t know why you would choose to call me instead of someone else-“

“I can’t call Hedwig for everything, (y/n). She only likes to stick around when she’s getting paid,” He says with a snort.

You bit your lip when you heard him say her name.. ‘Hedwig’. He knew exactly what you were getting at.

Fuck.

You wanted to apologize for being irrational and for jumping to conclusions but you didn’t. Apologizing felt wrong in this situation.. this wasn’t about you.

“How did you know I meant Hedwig?” You inquired wholeheartedly.

You could now make out the entire dim outline of his body as he continued to stand by his nightstand, watching you for any sudden movements or - really movement at all.

It was completely unbeknownst to you but Andy felt terrified.

Anxiety was never a feeling he was ever completely unaccustomed too; the constant burden and paranoia of everyone he ever remotely liked leaving him was a reality he had to face more than twice.. perhaps even more now if he actually followed through on his plans tonight, with you.

The paralyzing fear he felt that only grew stronger with every step he took closer to you was nearly too much.. it threatened to consume him - nearly bringing tears to his eyes just at the mere thought of you leaving and rejecting him.

He never felt more fucking ridiculous and dramatic in his life.

“Why do you care so much about Hedwig? I sure don’t, She never gave a fuck about me.. not really. After all - there’s a reason I chose to call you.”

“Oh yeah? And what’s your reason?” You challenged.

You expected for him to recite some bullshit he didn’t really mean. Something to make the two of you feel a bit better about the current predicament you were in but, his next words were sweeter and softer than anything you were willing to anticipate.

Your breath caught in your throat as he slowly approached you. He was realistically only a few steps away but every step he took seemed to take a eternity.. like he couldn’t possibly get to you soon enough while simultaneously being too far away.

His steps continued until his feet bumped into yours - his sock covered feet accidentally bumping into your shoes.

Suddenly confused at the sudden accident.. you tilted your head up unexpectedly, before catching his gaze only briefly before you did the unthinkable.. pressing your lips to his in something that was just short of a rational decision.

You waited at first for him to pull away - scared to let yourself become fully swept away by the moment but.. it happened anyway.

Andy’s hands quickly touched your back as his lips started to move slowly and sweetly against yours. Seemingly savoring every moment he now had with you; one that perhaps he thought too, would never get a chance to experience.

You pulled away just before you felt him try to deepen the kiss even further. Only to take a deep, steady breath before leaning in once more. Not letting your brain necessarily control your movements anymore but rather letting your heart take over instead.

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little-lily-w · 2 years

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Breaking Purity ch. 67

Father, forgive them

Summary: After finding the picture of Ms. Mead, Michael explains to Reader what happened that night at Outpost 3 after she was taken to the Sanctuary. Something about the picture catches Reader’s attention.

Warnings: contains modified version of what happened on AHS.

Words: 1.4k

You can read it here: Ch. 67/72: Father, forgive them

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taehyungsgrowl · 3 years

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Illicit Affairs IV - Duncan Shepherd x Fem!Reader

{gif by @ansonmount}

hey babies! it has been a while! but i have finally gotten enough brain cells to write part four of illicit affairs!

big thank you to @desertsunflower00 for pointing me in the direction i wanted the story to go to after being stuck ily amiga!

also.... this was not the ending i thought i was gonna give when i started writing it but my heart led me to this so

i hope you all enjoy!!! and thank you so much for being so patient!

I've had so so much fun and heartache writing for this story.

please let me know what you think!!!

the first 3 parts are linked here!

Illicit Affairs Part I

Illicit Affairs Part II

Illicit Affairs Part III

word count: 5.9 k

as always! not proofread! italics are for memories!

(also really hope the italics copied correctly from google docs!)

Emma’s head was pounding. With each sob she felt the pain strike her heart.

Duncan was her world. She couldn’t imagine… couldn’t even think of what her life would be like without him. He was the one who lit up even her darkest days - always being that rock that held her together.

All the years they’d been together, she never had reason to think Duncan didn’t feel the same way. She thought he was enough for him…

A message from her friend pinged her phone, making her acknowledge the time.

God, she wanted to scream again. She didn’t know whether to believe if he was really at his office.

Lost. Alone. She didn’t know what to do. The one person she knew could make her feel loved was now the person causing her the most pain.

Emma tried to get herself off the floor, but what was the point. She didn't see a rhyme or reason to it when she didn’t know what to do.

She didn’t know where he was.

She didn’t know what she’d say to him if he was.

And she felt like she had nowhere to go.

So she laid on her closet floor, clutching the nearest shirt of his she could reach and stained his shirt with her tears. Her tears would soon dry and disappear from the fabric, but the lip print on his collar would be painful to remove both from his shirt and her mind.

While Duncan waited for Y/N to finish in the bathroom, he checked his phone and saw a message that had come in from Emma. Guilt clouded every emotion he had. It overtook the anxiety he felt of the what ifs with Y/N. It encompassed him completely.

Missing you x, she sent with a picture of their dog.

He’d been gone for longer than he anticipated and knew she must be getting worried. He took a deep breath, trying to ease himself.

He was doing this for her.

Y/N’s nerves bubbled up in her stomach, but she couldn’t stall much longer.

“Are you okay?” Duncan asked right at the door.

She knew looking at the results would then seal her fate with Duncan - one way or another.

“Yup! Just a minute.” she got up and held on to the edge of the sink before splashing her face with cold water. “You can do this,” she whispered to herself.

Y/N picked up the test and held her breath.

Not pregnant.

As relief washed over her she couldn’t deny the tiny part of her that hoped she was -- as selfish as it was, she didn’t think Duncan wouldn’t leave her if she was.

Y/N walked out of the bathroom, negative test in hand, to a Duncan who nervously paced her living room.

“It’s fine, Duncan. I’m not pregnant.” She pretended not to care when she saw his shoulders finally relax since he’d heard of the possibility of it being true.

He clapped his hands together nervously. Duncan hadn’t realized how sweaty his palms were in the short time waiting. “Okay,” he nodded. “Okay - I… How are you feel-”

“Stop.” she interrupted him. “We don’t have to do this.” Although normally seeing Duncan in her apartment always filled her with a sense of warmth - it was the illusion of having a life with him - when she saw him now, he seemed out of place. He didn’t belong there no matter how much she wanted to force that piece there.

He frowned, studying her expressions, “I came because last time we spoke -”

Y/N interrupted him again, “I know why you’re here. You think you can clear your conscious by telling me how fucking special I am,” she rolled her eyes. “We don’t need to do all that.” If she had any doubts about the way he felt before - they were made clear now.

And while she felt she had a million things left unsaid to him, she didn’t feel like she owed him that. “You’re good. We’re good. I just want to shower and move on. So I’d appreciate it if you quit calling and showing up.”

Just let me go.... She wanted to scream.

Duncan was driving back home from Y/N’s apartment and while he had so many thoughts racing in his head - for the first time in a long time, he felt lighter. As difficult as it’s been to part ways with Y/N, he knew that it was the right decision. He’d finally have a chance to do things right by Emma.

“I’m home, baby!” Duncan called out, hanging his keys by the door. The house felt cold and a shiver ran down his spine.

He walked into their bedroom looking for his wife and saw the door of their walk-in closet jarred open. When he opened the door he saw Emma curled into the fetal position asleep, holding his shirt with Captain snuggled up on her side.

She had tired herself out from crying and fell asleep waiting for his return.

Duncan’s heart rate spiked, thinking she’d been hurt or something happened. “Emma!” he fell to his knees, placing the back of his hand on her forehead, feeling for a temperature. “Baby, wake up,” he cooed, until he saw her eyes flutter open.

And for the fraction of a second between unconsciousness and consciousness, she got lost in the blue of his eyes all over again. For that fraction of a second it was like waking up to him that very first night they spent together.

“Hold still,” Duncan laughed, his fingers delicately brushed over Emma’s face until he got the eyelash that was in danger of going into her eye. “There,” he showed her the lash stuck to his thumb.

“Thank you,” she licked her lips, her eyes glancing down at Duncan’s pink lips.

“Wait,” he grabbed her wrist with his other hand, “Press your thumb to mine - and whoever the lash sticks to gets to make a wish,” he explained the silly ritual. It was something one of his nannies had taught him and it always stuck with him. He loved how he could be like this with Emma… soft… vulnerable. He’s sure very little people actually knew this side of him.

Sure, they’d only been dating for a little bit now, but Duncan was more than sure that she was the love of his life.

“What?” she laughed, her voice like music to his ears.

“Trust me,” he smiled when she pressed her thumb to his. “Okay, ready? One… two… three.” They each pulled their digits away from each other and took a look. The lash was gone from Duncan’s thumb and Emma was smiling like a child with it pressed on her skin.

“What do I do now?” she giggled.

“Make a wish and then drop the eyelash into your shirt.”

“Okay.” She closed her eyes trying to keep a very serious face, but Duncan could see the smile tugging on her lips. “Done.” she dropped the lash into her shirt.

“Well… what was the wish?” he asked.

“I can’t tell you that!”

“I never said that was a rule!!” he argued back.

“That's a basic wish rule,” she rolled her eyes, crossing her legs criss crossed on his couch. “You can’t say what you wished for!”

“I’m taking the wish back if you won’t tell me,” Duncan tried to look stern, but his lopsided smile gave it away. He adjusted on the couch and pushed her down until he was hovering over her. His fingers started to tickle her sides, making the bottom of her shirt ride up.

She was in a fit of laughter begging him to stop. She found herself grabbing the back of his head and tugging his hair down to have his face just inches away from her own. Duncan’s fingers stopped tickling her, but his hand snuck inside her shirt, feeling her softness.

Everything froze for a moment when she stared into his eyes that way. He looked at her like she’d hung the moon and the stars. She never wanted to stop looking into the safety of his eyes.

She blinked a few times, her eyes adjusting and focusing back on Duncan’s. After that split second had passed, she sat up and shoved his chest, trying to make him give her space.

Duncan furrowed his brows, “Baby, what’s wrong?”

Emma backed away from him, eyes prickling with tears again. She picked up his stained shirt - what once was her favorite, got closer to him and shoved it into his chest, “F-fucking asshole!” she finally let herself sob again. She felt so weak when her forehead fell against his chest and her balled up fists rested against him.

Entirely confused, Duncan wrapped his arms around her waist, trying to get her to look at him. He hadn’t gotten a chance to examine the shirt she handed him.

Emma felt herself melting into his hold, but stopped herself. She took his arms and removed them from her waist, taking a step back, “Don’t touch me.”

“No…” Duncan let out under his breath, seeing the lipstick mark, “No,” he said louder, “No, honey, I can explain.” He reached his hand out to touch her but she flinched at his approach.

His warm “honey” had a cold stare behind her tears. He couldn’t imagine what she could be feeling… She was never supposed to find out.

A single tear rolled down his cheek. “I love you. No one else but you.” his voice cracked.

“Get out.” she sniffled, wanting so desperately to be strong.

“Let me explain!” he felt his knees wanting to give out and his head started to spin. This couldn’t be happening. He asked her to let him explain but he didn’t know if he even had a good reason to give her.

For a moment, he saw her face soften. A result of seeing the sick look on his face - she still felt the urge to hold him, to kiss him.

He took the chance at her moment of softness and continued, “It’ll never happen again, I promise.”

“Maybe we should back up for a minute if you really want to explain.” she wiped her cheeks, “Let’s start with an easy one, no? What’s on that shirt, Dunc?”

“Baby…” it felt like a kick to the gut.

“I’ll help you out,” she continued, “Who’s lipstick is on your shirt?”

“It was a stupid mistake, Emma. I promise.” he pleaded.

“No, Dunc. A mistake is when I accidentally add too much salt to a recipe or leave my coffee mug on top of my car before I pull out of the driveway.” her voice lowers again, “I trusted you.”

“How long?” she took a deep breath. “And please don’t bother lying.”

“Six months.” he hung his head in shame.

No. No. No.

Emma thought she wanted to know the truth but… hearing it from his voice that this had been going on far longer than she imagined broke her heart all over again.

“Six months,” she repeated. “You’ve been fucking some whores for six months. God I’m so fucking stupid,” she groaned. She raised her hand to the pole that held all of Duncan’s clothes in the closet and slid them off, throwing them to the ground in frustration.

“It was never more than one.” he tried to defend himself.

“Because that makes it so much better!!!” she laughed humorlessly. “Get out! Get out!” she tossed his clothes at him until he backed out of the closet.

Even if it broke her again, she wanted to know the reason why. But it couldn’t be today. She could barely stand to look at him and with everything that came out his mouth - just ending up cutting her more and more.

“I love you,” Duncan dropped to his knees and crawled to her until he could wrap his arms around her legs. “If we can both calm down and talk-”

“I don’t need to calm down,” she cried.

In all his years spent with Emma - he’d never seen her so upset and it killed him to know he was the reason for it. Maybe it was his selfishness taking over again, but he couldn’t lose her - couldn’t let her go.

They’d almost been inseparable from the moment they met. Attached at the hip. Always in sync.

Duncan was in his home office, typing away on his laptop. His glasses were low on his face and he wore a white t-shirt and his plaid pajama pants.

Emma had been trying to get him to bed for the past hour, but he was really busy with the project he’d been working on.

She came back into his office ready for bed. She wore one of his old college sweatshirts and rubbed her eyes. “Almost done?” she yawned.

“Almost,” Duncan didn’t look up from his screen.

Emma lingered by the door, not wanting to go to bed without Duncan by her side. Duncan felt her at the door and looked up, pushing his glasses back. He knew how much she loved sleeping in his old sweatshirt at this point he considered it hers.

“C’mere,” he rolled back his chair, “You can sit in my lap until I’m done working.” he smiled, patting his thigh.

She hurried to his desk and curled up on his lap. She loved being close to him. Just feeling his breathing, taking in his scent, feeling his hands absently wander up and down her body.

Her legs hung off the side of his chair and her face was nestled in the crook of his neck, but Duncan kept her steady with his arm around her waist.

And he could stay like that for hours - feeling her close as he finishes reading over reports for his app. She was like a life size stress reliever for him. Just by having her touching him, pressing little kisses along his jaw… melted away his stress.

When she looked down at Duncan on his knees for her, she still saw the man she loved. She wasn’t sure she’d ever feel that way about someone again.

“Baby, honey,” he cried, “I’ll never stop making it up to you just please,” his forehead pressed into her thigh, “Don’t leave me.”

“I-if you won’t leave - I will,” she stepped out of his grasp. “I can’t think straight right now. I… I’m so hurt,” her voice broke with the last word.

“I’m going to my moms house…” she spoke out loud, guiding herself through the plan. “I can’t be here. I can’t even look at you.”

Duncan begged her to stay. He told her if anyone should be forced to leave the home it should be him - he was the one who screwed up. But she couldn’t stand being in the place that has brought them so many happy memories.

That night, Emma stayed in her childhood room. Although she had outgrown it over the years, the whole situation made her feel small. She curled up under her yellow bed sheets and stared at her phone each time it lit up with another text from Duncan.

Duncan tossed and turned in his empty bed. In his sleep, his arms searched for his Emma, coming up empty every time.

“Em?” her mother woke her up gently, “It’s been five days of just sulking around and ignoring calls. You need to get up, sweetheart.”

Her mother softly pulled her covers down. “Maybe you can get dressed and we can go for a coffee,” concern clouded her voice.

Emma didn’t say anything - just stared at her ceiling. “Duncan came by why you were sleeping,” her mom continued. His name was the only word she’d responded to; she looked at her mom with tears in her eyes.

“I told him you weren’t available to talk…” She handed her daughter her glasses off the nightstand.

She put her glasses on her face and slowly sat up in the bed. Her mom was right - she’d been avoiding everyone; avoiding Duncan for too long now. She slowly nodded, feeling her body drag out of bed.

The hot water that almost burned her skin in the shower suddenly turned frigid. The warm embrace evaporating away. Her heart was growing tired of the things she loved leaving her reach.

After a day of blurred nothingness, her heart was finally pounding a million beats per second, staring at the door of her home. As familiar as it was, it didn’t feel like home anymore.

With a shaky hand, her fingertip pressed deeply into the doorbell.

12:46 am - Although Duncan should have been asleep he found himself the same way he had since Emma left; sad and alone.

He pulled on an old pair of sweats, his hair in messy curls with a few strands in his face - even his stubble had gotten a little scruffier.

“Emma,” his eyes twinkled in the moonlight. Seeing her again finally made him feel like he could breathe again. “You’re home,” he tried to reach for her, but saw the way her entire body tensed up at his advancement.

“Stop,” she shook her head, her heart couldn’t handle having to reject him. She was holding on by a thread. “We need to talk.”

Four months later:

Y/N smiled in the sleepy state between dreaming and being conscious as she felt strong arms pulling her closer. His large hands pressed on her stomach, slowly inching up her shirt. At the same time, she felt his lips softly pressing into her shoulder.

“Morning,” she mumbled, keeping her eyes closed.

“Morning, princess,” he rolled over and pinned her below him. She met his kind, unclouded gaze. Not a trace of guilt behind his eyes - he was solely happy to be hers.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead, “You want chocolate chip or blueberry pancakes today?” he nuzzled the tip of his nose with her, making her break a smile.

“Both?” she bit her lip.

“Oh my god,” he playfully rolled his eyes before kissing her, “You’re absolutely spoiled, darling.” He started getting out of bed, pulling his sweats that were discarded on the floor. Y/N stared in awe at the strong muscles of his bare back. She loved running her fingers over the smoothness of his skin, leaving invisible idle patterns or semi-permanent marks of her fingernails scratching down.

There was peace knowing she never had to share him. With him, she didn’t have to sacrifice bits of her happiness.

With one last kiss, he stepped out of the room to take a quick shower before starting breakfast. It’d become sort of a ritual for them; Sundays were for Y/N to sleep in and for him to make her breakfast. They’d later fold their laundry together and watch movies.

Her phone buzzed too loudly on the nightstand for her to ignore. “Hello?” she picked up the call, her eyes still closed.

“Y/N?” her heart came to a halt. She’d recognize that voice anywhere. Her name dripped from his lips like molasses; warm and sickeningly sweet.

“Y/N, it 's me, Duncan.”

After a brief pause, Y/N let out a deep breath. She was fine. When Duncan left her apartment almost five months ago, she didn’t know what it would be like the next time she saw him. They’d left so much unsaid, but it was better this way. She wanted to be done. And while there were nights she thought she’d never stop missing him, the soft ache in her heart started to fade.

She was relearning what it meant to love someone who could give her what she wanted; what she deserved. No longer did she feel shameful - kept like a dirty secret.

Late night meet ups in dark parking lots with Duncan turned into proudly holding hands with someone who wanted the world to see the way he felt about her.

Quick fucks that left her feeling empty as Duncan hurried to leave her apartment to go home to his wife turned into her boyfriend spending the night to make her breakfast in the morning.

Things were never as bad as she anticipated. There was a part of her that was proud of not feeling fazed by Duncan’s call.

“I…” Duncan continued when she didn’t speak, “I mi- I’m sorry,” she could picture him pinching the bridge of his nose as he stumbled over his words, “How are you?”

“I am doing really well, Duncan,” her tone was sincere without a trace of bitterness. If there was one thing Duncan did right, was give her his final piece of advice - when he told her she deserves someone who could make her happy.

“Emma… filed for divorce.” he coughed to cover up any anxiety in his voice.

“We need to talk,” Emma told him before stepping into the house. Duncan still replayed that night over and over in his head wishing and attempting to bargain with anyone that would listen to turn back time.

Duncan sat beside her at their small kitchen table; they always talked about getting a bigger one when they’re little family started to grow, but it was perfect for just the two of them. Countless mornings sipping coffee with the comfort of the other’s company were spent at their little table.

“I need you to know how much you hurt me, Duncan.” Duncan couldn’t recall the last time Emma had called him Duncan. He was her babe, her baby, her honey, her Dunc. A few nights ago, when she left - as angry as she was, through all the tears and screams she still called him Dunc. Hearing his full name fall from her lips with distaste made him realize things were changing.

The more Emma listened to Duncan recounting his inexcusable reasons the more upset she became. Silent tears strolled down her face as he explained over and over that he didn’t even have a real reason why because that meant there was nothing she could have done to keep it from happening.

“Do you love her?” Emma interrupted him. If there were any hope for them, Emma knew it would be in his answer.

“Baby - that’s over. I’ll never see her again,” and with the absence of a ‘no,’ Duncan sealed his fate.

She winced, internally accepting the end.

Duncan had a harder time really accepting it was over. A few weeks after that night, Duncan was served with paperwork for the divorce. He hated the word; it felt heavy on his tongue.

He didn’t want to make the process miserable for Emma; the least she deserved was to be able to leave him without so much legal jargon in the way, entangling an already large mess.

But lawyers do what they do best.

His attorney ‘friends’ squeezed pretty dime after pretty dime out of Duncan.

“She found out. About us,” Y/N imagined all of the awful things his life must have thought about her. “A couple months ago, really,” Duncan couldn’t stop talking.

“Why are you telling me this? And why are you telling me this now?” her boyfriend’s shower was still running and she was thankful to have the privacy for this conversation.

“She’s really left. I don’t know what to do. I miss her. I miss you,” he looked out at the skyline from his downtown condo; a place that could never feel like a home. A bachelor pad with a sad bachelor. Could a divorce candidate be considered a bachelor?

“I’m sorry,” she didn’t know what else to offer to that, “I did what you said,” she continued after a moment of silence. “I found someone who could give me what I needed. I’m happy, Duncan. I didn’t think I’d ever be happy like I am now after you - and I don’t mean this to rub it in, I just mean,” she searched for the right words, “I know it feels like you’ll never be happy again without that certain person, but there will be time when you will. I know you love her a lot. I can see that now and I could see it then. I’m sorry for the part I played in all this.”

They were both moving on without him. Not that he could blame them; he’d made them both sacrifice parts of themselves so he could be selfish.

“I’m sorry for calling,” Duncan grimaced. “I really hope he treats you well, Y/N.”

“Thank you,” she sighed, “And Duncan,” she chewed on her bottom lip, “Take care, okay?”

“You too.”

One year later:

A bead of sweat dripped down her forehead as she huffed, setting the last of the boxes down by the front door. An entire year had passed and Emma had clung on to the final memories of her marriage. Things were different now and as much as she still found herself yearning for what she once had, she knew this was how things needed to be.

“Think we’ve got most of it now,” he came around the corner with a bottle of wine and two glasses in his hand he kept from being put up.

“How are you feeling?” Duncan asked, pouring her a generous amount before handing her the glass.

“Nervous,” she laughed, “scared,” she admitted.

Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth in the way it always was when she had more to say. Duncan couldn’t help but smile until his eyes crinkled; as happy as he was for her, he couldn’t wrap his mind about her leaving.

He wrapped one arm around her shoulder and pulled her close, kissing the top of her head, “You’re gonna do great. I don’t know anyone smarter, more qualified, more perfect for the job,” he encouraged.

“Not just about that,” she admitted. She sat on the floor of her empty living room and Duncan joined her, filling his own glass. “Moving. Being so far - starting over,” she sighed and took a long sip of her wine.

“Dunc,” she shook her head, “We grew up in this house. We loved in this house. Fought and made up,” she laughed.

“What’re we doing?” she kissed him as he pushed her into the house, hands fumbling all over each other.

“Don’t think about it,” he groaned against her lips, pressing her against the wall and hiking her up. “Just.. don’t think,”

“Mm, not here,” she sighed, feeling his hand wander up her dress, caressing the inside of her thigh. “The bed.. Our bed..” her voice was shaky as his skilled fingers brushed over her panties. She missed this. Missed him.

With signed divorce papers forgotten, Duncan tossed her on the bed and climbed over her, never letting his lips leave her skin. Savoring every moment she let him have with her. He didn’t know if she’d regret it in the morning. If she would hate him more than she did before, but she was giving him this now and he wanted to take it in. He wanted to memorize her taste as if it would be the last time.

He kissed down the hills of her breasts and hiked her dress past her thighs, dipping his head down to kiss along her inner thighs. “Emma,” he breathed her name like it was his final breath.

Duncan hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties, “Up.”

She raised her hips and he slid them off her legs in one quick movement. He wasted no time - he swiped his tongue along her wetness, immediately moaning at the feeling of having her on his tongue.

Two of his fingers plunged into her, slowly pumping in and out of her while his pouty lips wrapped around her clit. Those lips she loved. The same lips that formed into her favorite smile; the ones that kissed her like the most delicate flower in the world; the ones that held his tongue that massaged her just like that.

Like muscle memory taking over her, her fingers laced themselves in strands of honey brown hair - pulling with the way he was making her feel.

“Dunc!” she almost screamed, feeling his dexterous curl and brush against her g-spot.

“Gonna cum,” her legs wrapped around him, her thighs closing around his face.

Duncan didn’t stop. He kept going. Wet open-mouthed kisses on her pussy, letting a trail of saliva and cum drag from his lips. He peeked up to watch her with a wet mouth before licking them clean.

He tried to hold her still as she finished, not letting his lips leave her center. He cleaned up every bit of cum with his tongue before he sponged kisses along her twitching thighs as she came down from the high he’d given her.

Duncan climbed on top of her again, hiding his face in the crook of her neck. There was comfort in the scratchy tickles of his beard on her soft skin.

She held him, softly running her fingers through his hair until she was ready.

While she didn’t plan on thinking that night, there was a part of her that knew this would be the last time they’d ever be like this again. She shook the thought away. For selfish reasons, she didn’t want it to ruin the night.

“Fuck me,” like it’s the last time, she thought.

And he did.

Their teeth clashed together with desperate kisses as he buried himself inside of her. As close as they were - they wanted to be closer.

Duncan’s stomach tightened, feeling himself twitch inside her. Her walls clenched around him, milking his cock for his cum.

“Fuck,” she sighed against his lips. “Feels so good.”

“Missed this… missed you, baby,” he rut his hips against hers. He took her hands and pinned them above her head, staring into her eyes with a dazed out smile.

Duncan didn’t dare think about it the next morning. He wished it’d never come.

But it did… it always did.

By the time Duncan woke up from his Emma filled dreams, she was lying awake with nothing but the sheet covering her.

“Uh hey,” Duncan offered, trying to get a feel of the room. Maybe he was still in a blissed out state of mind, but he didn’t feel a sense of regret lingering between them.

“Hi,” she laughed, turning to face him. “About last night…” she tried to read his expressions.

“I missed that. In all honesty, I miss you.” Duncan couldn’t dare to move, afraid if he did he would wake up from a dream. “I don’t think… we need to stop being friends. You’ve always been my best friend.” Which was true. The months leading up to the divorce were miserable - for both of them. “I… don’t think we can continue doing this,” she gestured between their naked bodies. “I don’t want that - I can’t handle going back to how things were, but I miss my friend.”

Duncan would take having her in his life in any capacity she allowed.

Of course, what they had couldn’t be recreated. But they did their best to be good friends to each other. Emma was tired of feeling like a victim of betrayal. She wanted to move on and not feel heavy from that anymore.

Duncan would come over on occasion for dinner or they’d go for a walk. As much as he wanted more, he wouldn’t push her - he couldn’t.

And like a good friend, Duncan was helping her pack up her belongings from the house they called their home so she could move hours away from him. The small sliver of time he’d see her was now being taken away, but he couldn’t keep her from going.

“I’m scared of being away from you,” she looked over at those familiar eyes that would always be home to her. “You’ve been the one constant in my life - good or bad - and you’ll be so far,” her eyes started to wet with tears.

Duncan took her hands in his, “I won’t ask you to stay. As much as I want you to stay with every fiber of my being - I can’t ask that of you. What I can ask is this,” he paused and looked into her eyes, “do you want to go?”

“Yes,” she answered, keeping his stare.

He smiled and hoped it met his eyes, “Em, I’ll always be here. Near or far. I’ll always love you. You know that.” And he meant the words in ways she didn’t know.

“I know,” she whispered, “I love you too.” Duncan wanted her to mean it in the way he did, but he knew better.

“Change is good, right?”

“Change is scary - but good,” Duncan tried to affirm her.

As much as everything around them could change, one thing would remain true; Emma was the love of his life. There would always be a part of him that wished he didn’t mess up the best thing that happened to him.

But there was a time he thought she’d never speak to him again and they found themselves back to each other. He wasn’t holding his breath for more to happen, but wishful thinking kept him going.

Duncan hoped she wouldn’t ask him to take her to the airport because he knew he wouldn’t be able to handle that goodbye.

Her last few days in town were so busy, Duncan hardly got a chance to see her. He poured himself a glass of whiskey and stared out his view.

Emma was leaving the next morning and he hadn’t had a chance of a real goodbye.

What he didn’t know was that Emma found herself at his apartment door. Her stomach was tied in knots over the anxiety of it all.

Duncan opened the door after a soft knock.

Emma.

“Hi,”

“Hi” as confused as he was, he was also so happy she came.

“I just came to say bye,” she bit her lip in that way Duncan was too familiar with. He waited for her to say more, but she didn’t.

“Do you want to come in?” he moved out of the doorframe to let her in.

“I shouldn’t,” but she took a step forward.

“Tomorrow’s the day,” she sighed, nervously fidgeting with her clothes.

“Getting cold feet?” he joked.

“Didn't have cold feet when I married you, not getting cold feet now,” she laughed, cheeks burning hot.

“I just really came to see you before I left,”

“I’m glad you did. I have something for you. Wait here,” he rushed to his bedroom to get his college sweatshirt she loved. She made him take it when they split up. He’s never worn it since she used to - that was hers and she should have it.

“Dunc,” she smiled, taking the sweatshirt he handed her. “Thank you,” she hugged him.

She hugged him and didn’t let go. He slowly wrapped his arms around her waist, breathing in her familiar scent, and just held her.

“I have to go,” she mumbled against his shoulder without making an effort to move.

“I know,” he squeezed her harder, making her laugh.

They eventually let each other go for their final goodbye.

“Promise you’ll call?”

“Of course,” she promised. She reached up to grab his face, giving him a kiss on his cheek, “Bye, honey,” she said softly in his ear.

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athenaeum-simps · 3 years

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van-ta-c · 3 years

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SO... I think its time I did some Cody characters fics. Bare with me because its been a million years since I did this last, as I have been rping.

If its shit I can always delete it right? Ok well here goes nothing.

Welp... I’m nervous

#fan fic #reader x #xavier plympton #michael langdon #andy dolan #jim mason #duncan shepherd #the last time i saw richard #stan vogel #other stuff #kit speaks

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wroteclassicaly · 2 years

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Below, you will find my complete Crossovers masterlist! It includes prompts, drabbles, series, one-shots, concepts, headcanons, and MORE, regarding various crossovers of different television shows and movies!

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Main Masterlist

Key:

❤️‍🔥 = smut

💔 = angst, depression, & anger

💝 = fluff & comfort

Series titles are in bold red

Appropriate warnings and tags will ALWAYS be added!

When the Tide Meets the Shore - (Andy Dolan x Jim Mason x Fem!Reader) 💔💝❤️‍🔥

Series Teaser - ❤️‍🔥💔

Listen to That - (Michael Langdon x Duncan Shepherd x Fem!Reader) ❤️‍🔥

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itsgrishaverse · 4 years

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BEAST OF PREY | ANDREW DOLAN

author’s note— knowing that there’s still no given personality and full plot of the character itself yet, this is an alternate universe with its own story.

based on the idea of Andrew being a single father, a man with questionable past and twisted desires. You fall in love with him when befriending his daughter in criminology, only to regret it or maybe, desire him more.

warnings— sexual and violent content.

Word count 2k.

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listen to sandman by SYML.

Flames of passion arose between the unseen and shadows, embracing two bodies that same night. Despite them never touching. She, in her dreams. A fragile veil that every human touched with closed eyes. And he, in the bliss of a sadistic and unseen act. Both tangled up within a hint of pleasure and passion, for different reasons.

In her dreams, someone claimed her. A firm hand wrapped up around her throat, squeezing — just enough to bring her that certain satisfaction that ran down her body as shivers, covered by a thin veil of sweat and the male’s lips attached to her skin. Marking her. He claimed her like no one has or had she felt. His thrusts would earn whimpers of pleasure, a mess of careless sounds. It was all for the man who had her wrapped up around his finger, despite she not knowing. Perhaps she knew it. Perhaps the reason why she allowed to close eyes in such an intimate illusioned moment — with a gentle tilt of head backwards against pillows — was because she was already aware of the sight before her. It was the man with disheveled brown hair and cold eyes. Green eyes that spoke of truth and yet hid it. Those cold, striking eyes could be easily forgiven by such a warm and cunning smile.

She woke up with a gasp, alone in the shadows of her room, fingers digging into the silk of her blankets.

In real life, that same night, Andrew’s lips claimed someone else’s skin. A female he had crossed paths with only a couple of hours ago; it carried shared drinks and compliments between each other. He invited her to head back towards his place. Only half truth dripping from his words. It was his place, but not where he currently lived or would ever have the thought to do so. A piece of land bought outside of the city a couple of years ago, unknown by his daughter, for certain reasons.

Reasons that he couldn’t speak of. Ever.

Lucky, (the name she had shared with him. Ironic, he had thought upon hearing it. A little inner joke. He knew that she was heading towards everything, but luck.) had her arms wrapped up around him, Andrew’s hand finding its way around her neck.

“What do you think Mr. Sandman will bring you tonight?” The question must have brought her confusion, the moment her eyes opened to meet his gaze with a blink. Followed by a furrow of eyebrows.

“W-what?”

It was the confusion that brought him further pleasure, in fact. Questions like this would kill the moment and he was fully aware of it. It was why he did it. There was only one allowed to taste joy out of this act and certainly, it wasn’t her. Sandman was a joke dragged for a long time now. A story that most people knew of. He heard it at its own time because of his mother, someone who brought it up to him at a younger age.

They never spoke about his mother.

“I said.” He licked over his own lips. Briefly. The grip around her neck tightened, accenting his following words. “What will he grant you tonight, Lucky? Is it luck?” The thought made his lips part; revealing a bright smile. White teeth. Mocking tone. “Your life, sex, an orgasm or dream?”

That night, a choked gasp left the woman’s lips.

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“I can see that cute ass of yours from here.” Iris’ voice rang from the phone, causing (Y/N) to come to a brief half. Steps trailing off. The second she gave her surroundings a quick glance in the crowded place for an attempt to spot the familiar silhouette, she heard Iris’ gentle laugh on the phone.

“Where are you?”

“Right where you are at.” Iris answered with that usual sweet tone she often used for (Y/N). And she, with Iris. It was a bond that became deeper within the last months of friendship. Despite the social differences between both and likings for things in general. There was one thing that bonded them more. fashion.

“Right.” With a turn of direction, her head tilted to the side, still holding the phone close against her ear. She then spotted that familiar long brown curls that belonged to no else, but her friend. Standing outside one of the boutiques. She made sure to cross glances before allowing a playful malicious smirk. “Why don’t you come closer then? So I can kick your ass?”

It was her way to tell her that she was just coming from one of her preferred classes. self defense. Not that she was the best at it. Just yet.

“I think.” Her friend tapped her chin, thoughtful as the other made her way towards them. “You better come closer.”

Both phones hung up and a brief yet warm hug was shared between them. Iris chose to wear, as usual, a short dress adorned by white flowers. (Y/N) wore a pair of tight blue jeans with a black top. They wore the matching black ankle boots most of the time and that day, it was one of those times.

“I have news. Good news. It’s why I haven’t stopped calling you, if you would only answer the phone!”

It was true. She had been avoiding her phone, but for certain reasons. There was always one reason.

“I’ve been busy. Busy, investigating.” With a gentle shrug of shoulders, (Y/N) attempted to come across with a lack of interest. She knew that it’d fail before their eyes. That look coming from the other female said it all. She gave in. “And before you attempt to say something about it — NO! I won’t just leave it. It’s not my thing. It's not me. It’s not why I am studying for. I don’t care if the police haven't found anything, that’s why we have brains of our own. I have the right to think differently than everyone else.”

A sigh issued the brown-haired female’s lips, but she remained still. Listening. If there was something that passionated their friend was just that. The mystery. The horror of minds and behind acts. But she was aware that it wasn’t the main reason why they were so invested in attempting to prove something. Not to be the main one in the class or be seen as a potential future criminalist, but to release themselves. She hadn’t met (Y/N) yet back through one of the darkest times of her life, when her ex girlfriend disappeared four years ago. Since then, people going missing became worse in their city and yet, police still found nothing. Last week, someone else was reported missing. It was a pattern that she kept following, studying, getting invested in on her own. But it was something that brought her pain too. Even if they didn’t speak about that part.

“And you know that I respect it.” Iris commented, wanting to change topic. Something lighter. “Good news is that we have reserved spots for a private meeting! And you won’t believe where. Mr. Hearst’s place.”

Mr. Hearst was one of the most known men. And that meant other known people would be there. It was clear the way she didn’t see it coming.

“How?” (Y/N) whispered. Attempting to hold back the amazement. It could be the change of her life, if the right move was given. A step to something else if the right one was met. Something which Iris answered, easily.

“My father.”

Of course Andrew Dolan had something to do with it. It was both his own reputation and money that had its way into things. Her thoughts were dragged back to last night and the dreams she shared, in the dark, only with herself. The sight of Andrew in her mind; touching and claiming her had hers cheeks heat up so easily that she disliked it— not truly.

It was just a dream.

Of course.

Andrew was easy on the eyes and probably one of the most intelligent men she had the pleasure to meet. Iris’ father. There was something else about him; along with his remarkable features that would catch anyone’s eye. Was it the fact that he looked younger than he probably was? Or the way he’d smile and look at you with a pair of intense eyes, letting you know that he was listening to you? That his attention was on you only. Perhaps the way his long fingers would rub along his bottom lip when he seemed thoughtful or rub over his stubble.

He was always elegant despite not wanting to wear suits unlike others and polite, yet with the balance to allow himself to be playful. Banter with whomever he pleased.

In the palace of her mind he was everything, but that to her.

They walked in the store, and new clothes were bought for the upcoming night.

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“Is this Ms (Y/L)’s place?” The male, with chocolate curls, asked from the back seat of his car. The sight of a gray building met him, as soon as he glanced from the window.

“Yes, sir.” His driver answered with a gray tone. Politely. “It was the address given by your daughter. She asked to be picked up.”

The thought he had never been at her place before just struck him. Not that he had reasons to. (Y/N) was a friend of his daughter, thus he treated her for who and what she was. Iris held her close to her heart; he had seen it, thus she was close to his too. As long as she treated the one he cared about most right. To treat friends meant there was an invisible line that shouldn’t be crossed. It was something he could control, but his mind couldn’t.

To be aware there was a line, professional and probably morally, didn’t mean he wouldn’t think of her as the woman she was. Beautiful. Intelligent. Light of heart. The woman he had witnessed a few times and the one Iris would speak of. They are just young adults, he had thought to himself. Two friends. You shouldn’t think of her more than you should.

Truth was that he wouldn’t think of anyone in that certain way. Iris’ mother was a bad experience, but the man he allowed himself to date a few years later, was even a worse experience. Pleasure was a tasteful, truly tasteful piece, but being emotional wasn’t.

“I see. Stay here, I’ll go and get them myself.” He reached out to open his door, and stepped outside.

For the first time at the night, the sight of the moon met him. How much he found himself fond of it. The night would be illuminated by the streets lights and moonlight along. He wore a silk dark orange shirt, with a pair of black boots and pants. It matched his belt. A few of his buttons were unbuttoned, given allowance to little of the ink on his chest. A tattoo that claimed part of his chest, but most of his side. The fingers that had traced it before told stories.

He gave his golden watch a quick glance. It took Andrew just enough to ask and find the door to her apartment. A knock on the door and step backwards. Awaiting. The Andrew that had allowed himself to think of her before was no longer there, but the man they all knew him as. The father.

It opened, letting him have the pleasure of (Y/N)’s sight in a large, tight black dress. Her hair fell on her shoulders. She was speaking to her someone on the phone— but for a brief second, just a brief second Andrew didn’t care what was supposed to be said. There was no greater purpose at the moment, but to stare at her. To take her in. If the palace of his mind would keep a picture, it would be her like this. His gaze traveled from her feet, up her curves to meet her gaze. It would be the end of him to be attracted to things that shouldn’t happen.

He held his breath back upon realizing all the time along, they were holding his gaze. Perhaps she didn’t stop staring at him either, perhaps she didn’t look away from his eyes.

She didn’t. It was the way she always looked into his eyes; how professional she felt around him. It was soft, but strong, firm. She never flinched away or looked away from him— neither did he. That’s why he always found himself intrigued. As much as she did.

And at that moment, just for a breath, that shared gaze held more than words would ever. It was unspoken. Attraction. Desire. Attention. Mutual.

He broke it first with a polite smile. A raise of eyebrows.

“You look beautiful tonight. Iris sent me your address. I’d expect both of you to be ready to leave by now. I don’t mind if we run late, but certainly they would mind.”

It took her a moment to bring herself back from it.

She didn’t look away from him, he noticed she still had her phone against her ear.

“Yes, Iris. He’s here right now.” Andrew’s eyebrows furrowed at her words. Confusion touched him as she kept talking. “Do you want to talk to him— no? oh. okay. I’ll tell him.”

There was a certain glint within eyes at the thought that he was alone, there, with her.

“Mr. Dolan! You look —- elegant.” That smile made him feel things he didn’t want to. “Iris isn’t here, she wanted to let you know she’ll be there later. Someone else will pick her up.”

Oh.

He tried another smile.

Pleased.

Wouldn’t it be a long night after such a turn?

“Then, it will be just you and I for now.”

#cody fern #andy dolan #ahs fandom #michael langdon #ahs fic #Spotify #i don’t know what else to tag this for now so #michael langdon x reader

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littledemondani · 3 years

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Andy having a threesome with the reader and outpost!Michael 🥵 also..he discovers he's..kinda bi thanks to Michael.

as you requested, lovely anon 👑

this combo gave me life

#fic request #anonymous #andy dolan x reader x michael langdon

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angelicmichael · 3 years

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renegade

Andy Dolan x reader

Summary: After another night where Hedwig abandons Andy; reader is left with no other choice but to try and help console him the best she can.

Words: 3.6k+

Warnings: vague mentions of drugs and being intoxicated, some jealous! reader, lotsss of angst, brief fluff, mainly hurt/comfort fic tbh hehe, major Hedwig slander oops, maybe a bit of unhealthy relationships (??), slowburn, some conflict/arguing

A\N: hey y’all, hope u enjoy this hehe. I was mostly going for a angst and fluff vibe when I wrote this but it just turned into hurt/comfort so.. hopefully it’s still enjoyable !! :) this takes place sometime in episode three probably lol. ALSO fic is named after the song Taylor swift has recently been featured in 👉🏻👈🏻

The town, Eden; regardless of its beauty was a force to be reckoned with.

Being practically forced to live in a town that was so.. particular was never something you envisioned for your future in the past, but now you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else; even given the choice.

After all how could you exactly complain?

If you were to ask any person- (or any sane person that didn’t know of Eden that well) they would say that living here would sound like complete fucking heaven. A small coastal town, a tight knit community that was overly abundant with beautiful people and drugs seemed beyond euphoric.. and it was. Atleast for the first week or two.

Looking back; you were purely fucking naïve, and far too much of a optimist to assume shit wouldn’t crash or burn eventually.

Your first red flag was Hedwig.

She was one of the first people you met, and you two quickly hit it off and became close but.. things never exactly felt right with her, per say. Maybe it was because of how guarded she was, or because of the drugs she dealt.. it was hard to tell. However; Hedwig was completely fucking harmless compared to the man she introduced you too.

Andy Dolan.

Just like everyone in Eden; he was drop dead gorgeous but.. oddly hostile. At first you only saw him at parties, ones that you tried your best to avoid him at since you knew he had a notorious temper but, Hedwig being the great friend she is introduced you to him.. and that’s all it took.

You two quickly hit it off after that night (mostly because you were tired of Hedwig being your only friend and branching out never hurt anyone.. right?). Your attraction towards each other at first was strictly platonic, that was clear in how he treated you and how careful you were around him. It was almost stupid to try and not think about how pretty he was but letting your gaze linger on him for even more than two seconds felt erroneous.

You saw almost daily (or atleast every other day) how quick he was to anger and how cold he was to nearly everyone he met.. The only exception at this point was you and Hedwig but your sure if you were to even show a sign that you had romantic interest in him, he would drop you without a second thought. That thought alone was beyond fucking torturous but it wasn’t enough to stop you from daydreaming about how soft his hair or lips probably were. Ones that you doubt you would ever get the pleasure of touching but- atleast it was a nice distraction from how fucking weird Eden truly was.

Sure, it was beyond beautiful and the weather was fairly nice most days but that didn’t make up for peoples attitudes; and you weren’t referring to Andy’s. It wasn’t hard to tell that people were strangely secretive and cliquey, which only really left you with Hedwig and Andy for your friends. No matter how pretty she was, Hedwig was really only surface level friendly so you never particularly trusted her. That only left Andy (which wasn’t exactly any better when it came to being friendly but you knew he cherished your company, which was way more you could say about Hedwig).

However; it didn’t take too long for you and Andy to form a routine. Every weekend he would throw a party and you would stay with him after. The first time it happened, it was purely because you were far too fucked up to go anywhere else (which perhaps is also why Andy finally started being nice to you..) but after that, it was a question you never had the heart to say no too.

How could you? It’s not like he exactly had anyone else which made the possibility of saying no, close to impossible. Just because everyone else who lived in Eden were assholes didn’t mean you were going to be one, which is what lead you to your current predicament.

Five calls you had made that had all been unanswered is what currently lit up your phone screen, as well as your room. It was far past midnight and instead of sleeping like any other sane person would be doing - you were calling Andy or trying too anyway but he wasn’t fucking answering.. naturally.

You weren’t calling for any particular reason, but that wasn’t the point anymore. The fact that Andy wasn’t answering was a huge warning that something was wrong, after all it was a weekday and you knew he wasn’t sleeping or exactly busy.

Unless.. He was with Hedwig?

The thought automatically made your blood run hot under your skin. The feeling seething and utterly consuming until you quickly found yourself going out to your car. Doing the only thing that you knew would make your sudden paranoia go away.

As you drove through the roads that were completely vacant of any other cars and drove past houses and neighborhoods that also looked vacant of any life - you couldn’t help but to think why you even cared.

Andy never really showed interest in you, so what if Hedwig and Andy were actually doing anything?? Unless you caught them in the act, it’s not like either of them would admit to doing shit anyway but that didn’t stop you from still feeling irrationally angry and a bit betrayed.

You didn’t realize how tight you were gripping the steering wheel until you stopped the car and had to let go of it. Your fingers unnecessarily clenched and stiff to the point where they physically ached. Not to mention, you were shaking with the possibility that you could really find them here together, but now that you were actually here- you quickly realized that there was no other car here.

Odd.

You quickly (and quietly) stepped out of the car and paced up to Andy’s house. Not bothering to knock as you let yourself in, knowing that Andy wouldn’t necessarily mind that you did so.. well, you knew if he wasn’t with Hedwig anyway.

The only thing you heard were your footsteps as you took a few steps into the house. Looking cautiously for any signs of life.. any sounds or anything that could indicate anyone was in the house at all but you found nothing.

It took your eyes a minute to adjust to the near pitch darkness that omitted from the large windows that sat on the vast majority of the living room walls. The only light came dimly from the kitchen but even that was too sparse to truly allow you to see anything.

You slid your shoes off and left them by the door, not wanting your steps to allude to your presence before you could see him first and say something. Your steps far more quiet and easier to control now that you only had socks covering your feet.

You made it about halfway up the stairs, originally trying to make a beeline to Andy’s room but quickly freezing once you heard something.

It was shallow and soft but, with the contrast of pure stark silence it was nearly fucking deafening. It was a whimper at first, and it was coming from downstairs on the couch.

Your heart sank once you realized what exactly you were listening too. The first sniffle you heard nearly making you jump from how off guard you suddenly felt; that was the last thing you were expecting to hear..

You looked down from the staircase at the couch; making out a very dim outline of someone slumped over and sitting on the edge with their head in their hands. Their chest and back heaving from how deep they were crying..

You stood idle for a moment, not knowing whether to continue standing or to leave silently but you felt as if you didn’t exactly have a option. Even without asking or being able to necessarily see; you knew who it was but even knowing this- you knew getting him to talk was a good first step.

“Andy?”

Your voice automatically cut off his sobs - almost stopping instantaneously.

You saw his hands move down from his face and drop down to his lap, his head turning up to look at you. Your eyes finally adjusting to the near pitch black atmosphere.

The silence only permeated the room for about three seconds but that was nearly far too long to withstand. Knowing how unpredictable Andy was, you didn’t know if the words that were going to come out of his mouth were going to be kind or purely vile.

You started to speak fast without a second thought, the silence driving you to immediately apologize and try to fix the damage before Andy completely went off on you.

“I’m really sorry. I just got worried because you weren’t answering my calls and I wanted to make sure you were okay, but.. obviously your not,” You said. Swallowing harshly after realizing that Andy was still diligently listening and not cutting you off or telling you to leave.. That had to be a good sign, right? “What happened?” You pressed on.

“What do you think happened?” Andy answered quickly. His voice rough and rugged from sobbing, as well as probably from previously yelling.

You slowly walked down the stairs, choosing to not shy away from his sudden outburst of anger. You weren’t exactly certain which direction you would go in once you were finished descending.. but atleast you knew Andy wasn’t fucking Hedwig. Not right now at the very least.

“Was it Hedwig?” you blindly guessed. Wanting to affirm what you were so desperately hoping wasn’t true and that you could finally relax a bit. That’s if Andy wasn’t mad that you practically broke into his house.. but he didn’t seem to be. Not right now anyway.

You heard him softly laugh in response which made you smile for a second. You could tell by how he was previously crying and in the tone of his voice that he was still hurt. His laugh wasn’t genuine in the slightest; but it showed that he was done crying for the moment which was worth a smile.

“Why does it matter to you if it was her?”

“So it was,” you affirmed.

Your feet stepped off of the final step, and you found yourself approaching Andy. The choice came naturally. The closer you got to him the more apparent it was how broken he truly looked. He stopped crying but his eyes and cheeks were still glossy and wet with tears. His lips red and trembling; among looking entirely and utterly broken there was a hint of agitation present as well. You started to wonder if Hedwig truly did something or if Andy once again was blowing things out of proportion.

“Will you tell me what happened?” You asked cautiously. Your voice was soft, not wanting to unintentionally come off as too strong or hostile.

He studied you hesitantly and with a gleam of uncertainty in his eye - but nonetheless he patted the seat next to him on the couch he was sitting on. Silently urging you to sit next to him and letting you know that he would probably tell you what happened.

At first he remained quiet. Awkwardly avoiding what he knew you wanted to talk about but he still remained silent.. but his voice suddenly broke through. Making you jump at the unexpected sound that suddenly sounded so loud, even though in reality his voice was still low in tone.

“She left me.”

You stared at him numbly for a second, not feeling necessarily surprised at his words (After all, since when was Hedwig not a flight risk?) but instead feeling weirdly a bit frustrated and sad for Andy.

You knew exactly how he felt; it wasn’t like this was the first time this ever happened but hopefully it would be the last. Seeing Andy this sad and broken over someone who in reality, didn’t give two fucks about him was beyond heartbreaking. It hurt even worse for you to keep witnessing him coming back to her though.

Just when you finally opened your mouth to speak he cut you off.

“You don’t have to say anything. I know it’s my fault and I’m such a fucking idiot-“

“Andy, stop!” You said a bit too loudly. You tried your best to hold eye contact with him when he finally turned to meet your gaze as he reluctantly looked at you. You fought the impulse to apologize for raising your voice but there was no need because you didn’t truly feel sorry. He needed to hear you out. “You need to stop blaming yourself. Hedwig’s actions aren’t your fault.. she’s like that with everyone, Andy. She’s always been-“

“I don’t give a fuck what she’s like with other people y/n! She should’ve acted differently with me, she was supposed to care about me and stay..” his words cut off with a deep inhale.

He was trying not to sob and failing miserably.

Andy quickly left the couch, taking a few steps away from you with his back turned. Trying to compose himself as you sat and.. felt entirely guilty.

Even though he had practically blown up at you; you weren’t leaving but you knew approaching him wasn’t the answer either, so you stayed seated at the couch. Hoping he would atleast sit back down next to you.

“I can’t control Hedwig or what she does, Andy but I know solely saying that I’m sorry isn’t enough either,” you started and then paused. The words you wanted to say next.. words that you knew were true but barely had the courage to say were heavy on your tongue. You knew this wasn’t exactly the time to even be thinking about how you truly felt for Andy but you couldn’t help it.

You wanted nothing more than for it to stop. His tears, his words and pleading with Hedwig, your feelings.. it wasn’t enough to just submit to it anymore and to be a witness to how you truly felt. If anything, it was slowly but surely driving you mad and you knew unless you atleast hinted at the fact that it was making you upset; Andy wouldn’t change his behavior.

You knew he payed for sex from Hedwig, it was the one thing that always kept her coming back no matter how he acted and well.. Even if his time was being bought, he liked the attention. He craved it.

It felt weird to admit to yourself that he was taking you for granted.. because he wasn’t really but, compared to how he treated Hedwig - you were definitely on the back burner. You didn’t blame him; why would he ever notice you when he could have someone like Hedwig?

You slowly looked back at Andy, noticing he was staring at you once again with glossy blue eyes which appeared dark in the lighting. A dark, almost midnight blue that would surely match the ocean waves that you could faintly hear from inside the house since the back door was open. He looked a bit annoyed but mostly intrigued. He was waiting for you to continue.

“But you deserve better, Andrew. You shouldn’t allow her to repeatedly do this to you because I know she knows how upset it makes you. She doesn’t care-“

“How do you know how Hedwig feels about me y/n?! You need to keep her name out of your fucking mouth. You don’t know her like I do,” Andy spoke roughly.

You stared at him blankly for a moment. Purely appalled that he was saying this to you in total seriousness; but you knew in reality that it was foolish to be surprised.. to not expect that he would talk to you like this eventually. After all; he blew up at everyone else, why wouldn’t he do the same to you?

You knew nothing made you inherently different and well.. this was just proving that assumption. Andy never viewed you differently from anyone else; that was now crystal clear.

Your hands started to gently tremble in your lap; and it didn’t take long for the rest of your body to follow suit. The sadness and self pity quickly washed away in what was quicker and more rapid than waves. Anger surged through your veins, forcing you to stand up suddenly. You could barely stand to make eye contact as you spoke, barely able to bear to witness how your words made him feel.

“Don’t talk to me like that. You don’t get to talk to me like that. If I didn’t randomly decide to come and check on you because I guess I’m the only one who actually gives a fuck about you, then you would’ve been alone again with no one to yell at. And maybe that would’ve been for the best,” You turned around on your heels. Walking fast and headed for the door, trying to quickly slip your shoes on before you heard Andy’s voice solemnly.

“Y/n wait.”

You stood still at first, weirdly feeling numb and waiting for the metaphorical shoe to drop. Andy’s voice was soft this time as he spoke, the roughness that was present earlier was long gone but.. you didn’t trust it.

You waited for him to catch his breath and to raise his voice and just say more words he would apologize for later; your throat tightened as you felt your body react almost instinctively. You slipped the other shoe you previously put on back off. Turning around just enough so that you could make eye contact, or attempt too with the horribly dim lighting.

“Yeah? Wait for what?”

Andy swallowed in response to your words. Almost bashfully looking down briefly to avoid saying anything or having to look at you any longer. You could see tears staining his cheeks, continuing to run down and nearly slid down his neck. He looked pathetic; and it would’ve almost been funny to see a grown man fully sob in front of you with no shame if it wasn’t your best friend and well.. the person you loved.

“Never mind. You were right; it’s probably best if you just go,” Andy’s voice cracked.

You wanted to believe that the best option for you was to turn around and leave but your judgment felt entirely skewed. Was it really the right thing to turn around and leave when he needed you? Probably not.

You knew if the roles were changed and you were the one who was upset that Andy would probably stay.. but that also depended on other circumstances as well, of course.

Stepping away from your shoes and the entrance of Andy’s house; you approached him. You tried to do so as quickly as possible before he could try to stop you or protest, but by the time he looked up you were barely a foot away.

You reached up, and with a shaky hand (that you hoped desperately he didn’t notice or wouldn’t swat away) you gently placed your fingertips on his cheek. Your thumb softly pressing against his skin, dragging your finger up as to wipe away his tears as the rest of your fingers lie under his jaw.

You tried to ignore how unsettled he looked at you doing this, and how he almost looked uncomfortable or as if he was on the brink of telling you off.. but he didn’t. He watched you diligently as you continued to brush away his tears.

“I’m sorry.. But I couldn’t stand to see you like that,” you said. Trying to give some rational explanation for your behavior even though, Andy didn’t look like he particularly cared why you were doing it. It was the fact you were doing it at all that seemed to have his interest piqued.

You tried to pull your hand back since his cheeks were dry, but he stopped you. His hand softly grabbed your wrist before his hand slid into yours.. your fingers slowly lacing together before you turned your gaze from your laced hands up to his eyes.

“Will you stay?” He asked. His voice was still rough and gravelly but this time, it was starting to sound a bit genuine.

You studied him for a second longer - your mouth dry but you knew the answer before you even spoke.

“Yeah. I’m not going to leave you Andy. I’m not Hedwig,” you spoke as if it were more of a promise rather than a statement.

You felt your stomach churn for a split second as you remembered how he scolded you earlier for talking down on Hedwig, but you smiled instead. The laughter you heard quickly subsiding your previous emotions.

“Okay,” He spoke almost uncertainly.

You could see the outline of him walking away before you felt him gently pull on your hand; making you follow him into the dark hallway which would eventually lead too, you could only guess, what would be his room.

Holding his hand like this almost felt weird but you couldn’t deny how almost.. right it felt too. Even perfect, you would dare say.

There was no way to guess what the rest of the night would entail but you didn’t exactly mind guessing; after all, how could you complain if you were to spend it with Andy?

You couldn’t. There was no way you could.

Whether it was platonic or not, spending the rest of the night right next to Andy, most likely in his clothes since you didn’t bother to bring any more of your own, sounded like heaven.

And since when did you ever complain about spending a night with someone that you had craved so bad?

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