🤍 drabble for andy barber taking care of reader who's on their period
a/n: this request was made by @chrisevansdaughter, you guys should check out her work too!! it's amazing and very comforting🥺🥺🥺
𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐲’𝐬 𝟏𝐤 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
"Oh sweetheart, it's okay, I'm here." Andy mumbled getting up from the bed when he heard you throwing up in the bathroom. He quickly made his way over to you, crouching down next to you and holding your hair back.
"That's it bubba, get it out, it's okay." He gently started patting your back, and whispering sweet encouraging words in your ear. Telling you it'll be okay soon, reminding you how brave you are.
After cleaning up, he carried you back to bed, trying to get you to go back to sleep. Once you closed your eyes, he made his way downstairs to find some ibuprofen for your cramps, and some juice to wash it down and also get rid of the taste of vomit from your mouth.
When he entered the room, he could hear you crying under the covers. The quiet sobs coming from you broke his heart. He lifted the covers, and pulled you closer to him. Shushing your cries, and gently rubbing your back. He handed you the ibuprofen, as well as the juice, and encouraging you to drink as much of it as possible.
"I'm so proud of you, bubba, you did so good." He smiled when you finished the entire glass, and set it down on the bedside table. He kissed your forehead and softly hummed as you eventually fell asleep.
Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader, Ransom Drysdale x Reader (past)
Summary: You bump into Ransom ten years after he broke your heart.
Warnings: Angst, Fluff, a few swear words?
Word Count: 1.4k
a/n: this is a very long awaited sequel to this and im sorry it took so long!
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The alarm drones on in the early morning quietness, making you groan and turn over to shove your face into your pillow. Who thought that waking up early was ever a good idea?
“C’mon it’s time to adult.” A deep voice says in your ear, a gentle warm hand brushing through your hair to rouse you. You’re almost purring at the feeling, a sleepy smile rousing on your face as you hear rushed footsteps.
“3...2...1” You count down making the deep voice chuckle as he watches the toddler climb up onto the bed.
“Mommy wake up!” You peak an eye open at the small giggle, meeting the beautiful smile of your 3-year-old daughter, Rosie. When she sees your eyes open she shuffles until you move to accommodate her in your arms, her small body snuggling into yours. You send a knowing glance over her head at your husband, Andy Barber.
You had met the handsome lawyer almost eight years ago now, married him six years ago and gave birth to your first child three years ago. He knew every detail of your past and present, knowing all of your facial expressions to a tee. The two of you had healed past traumas together and worked to become the best parents for your little Rosie, to become the best partners for each other.
“Mommy c’monnnnn, it’s shopping day!” She says as she pokes your eyes to open them again, you grin and lean up to kiss her little fingers making her giggle.
“Guess it’s time for all of us to get up huh?” Andy says before scooping up Rosie and standing from the bed, their laughs making you giggle before getting up yourself.
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“Mommy can I get cookies?” Rosie asks from your side, you check your list in your hand before sighing and looking down at her cute pout.
“Fine baby but don’t tell daddy cause he’ll eat them.” You say playfully and pinch her cheek lightly, causing her to giggle and run ahead of your shopping cart to the aisle she knows all to well. When you turn into the aisle you feel the breath leave your lungs and your heart drop in your chest.
“Here you go kid.” He says, the tall handsome man says as he hands your daughter her favourite packet of cookies with a smile. You feel panic gripping at your throat, but you swallow it down when Rosie turns to you with a excited smile.
“Mommy I got them!” She squeals making the man turn to look at you. His bright blue eyes widen as his mouth drops open slightly, you try not to read into his reaction for too long before turning back to your daughter.
“Put them in the cart baby.” You say sweetly before taking a deep breath and looking back up at him.
“Ransom.” You speak, your hands gripping the shopping cart tighter as his wicked blue eyes study you. You wish you could say he didn’t look good, but that would be a straight out lie. His hair was gelled back neatly and his body was still as strong and dominating as it was almost a decade ago.
“Y/n..” He says, a soft smile lighting his face as he steps closer, the light catching on the gold band wrapped around his left ring finger. A daunting reminder of the heartbreak you suffered.
“And mini Y/n?” He asks looking down at the small girl clinging to your leg, her pink poka dot dress matching the small pink bows in her soft brown hair. You look down at your baby girl, her soft cheeks and beautiful ocean eyes that she had inherited from her father. You couldn’t love anything more then you love her.
“My name is Rosie!” She giggles at the strange man who knows her mother, holding her hand out politely for him to shake. Much to your surprise he squats down and presses a small kiss to her tiny hand, making the little girl giggle and blush. Don’t fall for it kid.
“Rosie, we need to go baby.” You mumble, Ransoms head snapping up to yours as you shift from foot to foot uncomfortably. Rosie pouts but says goodbye like the good little girl she is before moving to stand by your side again, her hand clutching your wrist until you unwind your fingers so she can hold them.
“Wait Y/n, go to dinner with me tonight?” He asks as he stands up again, a hopeful smile rising on his face making your anger spark.
“What makes you think I’d say yes?” You bite out, he flinches back slightly and clenches his jaw. You scoff at his lack of reply before grabbing the shopping cart and heading towards the registers, reminding yourself to come back with Andy later.
“Y/n!” You sigh and close your eyes, the buckles for your daughters’ seat click together as you open your eyes in irritation. Turning around you see Ransom jogging towards your car, you quickly slide your phone out of your pocket and hand it to Rosie, knowing this conversation was about to get ugly.
“What Drysdale?” You mumble out as you close the car door, observing your little girl to try to calm down the raging emotions racing through you.
“One dinner, we need to talk. Please.” He begs, lifting a hand to run through his hair that had been messed up slightly from his run to your car.
“No.” You curtly reply, hand slipping to your door handle ready to leave him behind for good.
“Please wait.” He says, hand grabbing your wrist lightly to stop you. You don’t look at him, keeping your eyes on the window in front of you.
“We need to talk about it.” He says quietly, trying to worm his way in again to have you under his finger. You knew that was exactly what he was doing, and you wouldn’t let it.
“What do you want me to say huh?” You’re almost shaking from the anger running through you as you remember that night, sobbing on the cold wet ground all alone where he left you.
“To just-”
“To what Ransom? I haven’t heard anything from you in almost 10 years, why now.” You interrupt him.
“You were the one who left! You disappeared, and I couldn’t find you, I wanted to find you.” He says as he takes a step closer to you, you stare at his face in your car windows reflection before your eyes flick to look into your own. The anger and tears overcome you as you turn towards him with a heartbroken glare.
“Do not pull that shit on me Drysdale. You did this to us! You married my best friend while fucking me behind her back, YOU made me sit there and watch the person I love marry someone else.” He flinches at the tears that fall from your eyes as you point at him several times, the soul wrecking sadness that you had spent years burying was slipping out of your control. He opens his mouth to say something, but you cut him off with a shake of your head.
“You broke my fucking heart. So no, you don’t get to come back into my life like this, I can’t take it.” You’re looking at your shoes as you say this, the lump in your throat making your words crack. He moves to touch you before you take a step back, your hand opening the driver’s door of your car.
“We were never going to be anything, so don’t bother trying to reconnect that bridge. I have a husband who loves me, I have a beautiful daughter and a normal, happy life. I don’t want or need to see you ever again Ransom.” You don’t give him a chance to respond, slamming the car door in his face and frantically backing out of the parking spot. You don’t look back at his slumped shoulders and heartbroken expression, not looking back until you are pulling into the familiar driveway.
Rosie doesn’t waste a second to unbuckle herself and race inside to her father, leaving you to press your forehead against the steering wheel for a few minutes to recollect yourself before entering the house. A flood of gratitude runs through you as you watch the love of your life bounce on the couch with his daughter, their laughter flooding the room with the love and happiness that you craved every day.
And when his calming ocean eyes met yours, laughter lines making his eyes crinkle in a way that he complains about, but you adore, you don’t stop the sweet smile that grows on your face. Joining the two of them on the couch with a pillow thrown at Andy’s chest, you feel the anger and the sadness mellow out. Your small family complete once again, a echoing blissful sound of laughter coursing through your heart.
I wish you would write a fic where Andy gets fluffy with the reader 💜
A/N- My first time writing for Mr.Barber, but he's damn fine. I hope I did him justice.
It's just after 11 pm and you yawn while stuffing the last salad in the fridge. Andy is standing at the sink, doing the last of your dishes, and you hip check the door shut before going to him, leaning your face against his back and groaning, rubbing against it as you slide your hands under the soft grey tee he's wearing and press your hands against his stomach. “Mmmhhh remind me why I agreed to throw this 4th of July party again Andy?”
He chuckles as he pulls the plugs to the sink and drys his hands off on a dishtowel nearby, turning to lean himself back against the sink, and this time you cuddle up to his chest, his own hands sliding down to rub your back. “Cause you're the block mom, and always volunteer.”
“Oh yes, aren't you a lawyer and supposed to convince me not to? I think that was your threat last year.” You snicker a bit in his shirt, remembering this was just about the same scenario you faced then.
“Your skills are better then mine, maybe you should become assistant DA.” He kisses the top of your head, and you laugh.
“I would probably kill someone.” Andy barks out a laugh and you tilt your head up. “Little too dark? Late night shenanigans do that to me.”
“Your secret is safe with my Love. Come on, lets head to bed. You have a party to throw tomorrow after all.” He takes your hand and with a groan at yourself overextending yet again. Up the stairs, down the hall, and into that all familiar bedroom, you let go of his hand and head for the closet to grab your PJs.
“Did you call for that permit Andy, so that we could light off those fireworks?” You're tugging your tank off and bottoms, changing into a sleepwear tank and boy shorts. The hot July mugginess that made up Massachusetts has whisps of your hair sticking to the back of your neck. Andy is turning down the bed, already stripping down to his boxers for the night. Grabbing the bedside remote, he flicked on the AC, just as your going over to stand in front of it, lifting the hair off the back of your neck to let the breeze cool you off.
“Yes, I also informed the local station what's going on, just a reminder that we might get a bit rowdy... within reason I was warned.” He sat on the edge of the bed and watched you a moment before holding out a hand to you. Which you came over and stepped between his legs, letting your hands rub on his shoulders and give him a smile. “Thank you handsome. I would probably be a mess without you.”
Teasing he grinned and winked. “But a damn hot mess baby. You're still wearing that little sundress number you showed me last week?” You grin at him, remembering how he couldn't keep his hands off you when he saw it, whispering naughty things in your ear such as how perfect it showed off your legs, or how it was perfect for a quickie during the party if they could sneak off somewhere private. Wiggling your brows at him, you bite your lip and run fingers through his hair, tugging gently. “I'm holding you to that promise of if you catch me alone Handsome.”
“Oh I accept the challenge. Andy Barber never backs down.” Folding his arms around you, he swings you into the bed, and cages you in, kissing down your neck while your squealing with laughter, pushing at his chest. “Save it for tomorrow, its to hot tonight.” He huffed against your neck and pulled back up to catch your lips, settling down at your side afterward. Even though it was hot, he didn't really let go of you, just reached to turn up the AC higher.
You wriggle in against him, really not caring that it was 90 degrees outside, muggy as fuck. You just wanted to cuddle with your man, and relax. Tilting your head up, you kiss his jawline, and rub your hand over his stomach. “Love you Andy.”
His head tilts down to meet yours and kisses your forehead. “Love you more Y/N”
“Oh I hope so, cause uh, I need a small favor tomorrow. Do you mind picking up more sparklers?”
He rolled his eyes good-natured and of course agreed. Anything for you.
A/N: So i moved into a new apartment for school, like just last night, and I've been feeling very anxious so I wanted to write a comfort fic.
Warnings: Talk of anxiety
"Hey, where did you put the—" Andy cut himself off when he looked down and noticed you curled up in a ball, shaking and quietly sobbing. "Oh no, honey, are you okay? What's wrong?"
You simply shook your head and continued to cry into your hands, not wanting to talk right now. You wanted to tell him what was wrong and why you weren't feeling good, but you just couldn't. When you tried to speak, it felt like your voice was gone and the words were stuck in your throat.
"Feeling a bit quiet tonight?" You nodded, sniffling and trying to hold back the tears. Andy looked down at you with a sympathetic look and decided to sit down next to you. He smiled gently as you turned to face him and then wiped your tears away.
"I think someone is feeling a bit nervous about starting college tomorrow, is that right?" He brushed your hair away from your face before moving closer to give you a kiss on your forehead and wrap his arm around you. You nodded before blushing slightly and turning your head away in embarrassment.
"That's okay, I know it's gonna be an adjustment and it's perfectly normal to feel anxious about that. I know you're nervous about leaving and going somewhere new but it's gonna be a fun new experience! You're gonna meet new people, learn exciting new things, and and maybe even go out to a party now and then—I swear I won't tell anyone! He joked, making you chuckle slightly.
"You're gonna be okay, and I'm only a phone call away if you ever need me, I promise. Okay, how about we just stay here like this for a bit until you're feeling better, yeah?" You nodded and moved closer to rest your head on his shoulder. Everything is gonna be okay. You'll be alright.
