#happy valentines day to you and laurie! <3
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happy valentines day laurie!!! just here to tell you that sapphic jegulus still has regulus calling james daddy 🤭 sirius gags every time she hears her lesbian sister call her girlfriend daddy but james is EXTREMELY in to it. that being said regulus calls james a cunt and she’s also turned on. james is pretty much horny for her girlfriend at all times.
happy (belated) valentine's day morgan <333 sorry for taking so long work's been AWFUL
anyway i'm very down for this, i also think it's really hot to call ur gf daddy <3 AND OFC JAMES IS ALWAYS HORNY FOR REG SHE'S OBSESSED WITH HER THAT'S THE WHOLE POINT and reggie would call her daddy all the fucking time no shame whatsoever doesn't matter who's around. as she should <3
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You like working for the Barbers—their house is huge, kind of a pain to clean, but the work is steady, and for the most part, you haven’t had any issues. On the days Jacob comes home early, he’s more than happy to let you in to do a quick once over, and by the time Laurie and Andy have arrived, you’ve usually got dinner started, if not completely finished. You’re not blind—of course Andy is handsome, but you know better than to try anything, especially with your job on the line. It doesn’t stop your cheeks from heating when he brings home an extra Valentine’s bouquet for you, or stop you from noticing when he puts an extra twenty or two in your week’s pay…
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ma chère lis 🕊
pairing - dark!andy barber x reader
summary - lilies often symbolize purity and the rebirth of the soul…however, they are also commonly associated with death
w/c - 1.5k
warnings - 18+, implied death, dubcon, noncon (just to be safe), implied sex pollen, smut, age gap (reader is in her 20s), forced captivity/basement wife vibes
a/n - hello all, this is my embarrassingly late piece written for the lovely @boxofbonesfic 7k Monkey’s Paw challenge celebration! everyone go check out her binge-worthy masterlist and send her love. I stupidly got the dates mixed up but I still hope you enjoy <3 (let’s please remember this is my first dark fic LOL) and a huge thank you to @dbnightingale24 who held my hand through this process
Please comment/reblog if you enjoyed <3
December
Stirring the pot once more just to be sure, you inhale the smell of garlic and parmesan coming from below you. Your salmon was simply the Barbers favourite- a touch of nutmeg and fresh dill was your secret. After months of working as the weekly house cleaner, the Barber house had become your second home. You initially started working twice a week as you were juggling your second job on the weekend, just so Laurie can be given a slight break throughout the week. The strain of a full-time job raising an 11-year old and pretending to be in a loving marriage was getting to her. You have been there long enough to see how they would hide the denial of their failing marriage through soft touches and the emotionless state of their eyes on each other. As the holidays rolled around you found yourself at their house almost 4-days a week for a few hours each night. Eventually, you had enough hours to quit your second job and focus on school.
February
A new semester brought a new qualm of peace in the house. The holidays were over, and so were your exams. Jacob had let you in today, it seemed Andy and Laurie were still at work. After a quick once over all the rooms, you decided to start prepping for dinner; Settling on a hearty chicken and vegetable soup, you began to cut the ingredients as you heard Jacob enjoying his playstation.
Your friends found it a bit odd, your dynamic with the Barbers. They weren’t wrong, just unnerved by how quickly you seemed to settle into their lifestyle. They did not seem to mind your presence and encouraged your stay for dinners. What can you say, you enjoyed it. Pretending to play the part of a loved one.
Who else did you have?
Shaking those thoughts out of your head, you tossed everything into the pot.
By 6pm, both Andy and Laurie made their way to the dining table Jacob was helping set. He always listened to you, seeing you as a friend more than… well… whatever your role in the Barber family seemed to be. You noticed Andy’s eyes on you tonight. Typically he seemed to trace your every move when you two were alone, or when Laurie was too preoccupied to notice her husband’s persistent stare on your body. You pretend not to notice it, but in the back of your mind you knew it was because you never wanted him to stop. He was partially to blame, you reasoned.
The vase of lilies sitting on your kitchen counter itched the back of your mind.You remember the day when Andy came home with two bouquets of flowers. Valentine’s Day. One bouquet of roses, and your bouquet of lilies.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
The sound of the timer you set earlier pulled you out of your thoughts, reminding you to take out the bite-size sandwiches you prepared along with the soup. Glancing at the table, Laurie was flipping through her magazine. Bringing the final plate to the table, you sat beside Jacob, across from Andy. The four of you ate in quiet as you avoided Andy’s gaze that seemed to flicker between you and Jacob, before inevitably settling on you.
April
With a quick knock to the wood you waited for Jacob to open the door. It was half past 4pm and you were officially an hour late for your duty at the Barbers’. Your car decided to toy with your fate on the one day both your bosses come home later in the evening. Waiting for an answer, you knock again. After no response you start digging through your bag to find the spare key they had given you. After making quick work of the lock and head inside.
“Jacob!” you call out. “Are you home?”. Walking into the kitchen you put your bag on the counter. You take out your phone to call him before-
“You’re late.”
Jumping at the sudden voice, you turn to see Andy lounging on the couch, nursing his usual tumblr of whiskey.
What is he doing here in the middle of the day?
“Mr. Barber, I-” Andy slowly stands and lowers his drink to the coffee table before turning to take his first look at you.
“Come take a seat. We have some things to discuss.” his response seemingly unbothered by your lack of punctuality. “Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble. Plus, I know it won’t happen again .”
“Mr. Barber, I am so sorry about being late, this is the first time it happened, I promise it won’t happen again.” You rush out before you can stop yourself. He looks at you for a moment. “Would you like a drink?” He questions you.
“Oh.. I really shouldn’t. I need to get started on the cleaning, I know Laurie likes everything tidied early before the weekend.”
“Don’t you worry about Laurie now, and you can take it downstairs with you.” He walks over to the beverage cart parked at the side of the family room. You stand there silently gawking at his back as you watch his muscles move beneath his shirt. Missing the smirk in the reflection of the window in front of him. Gotcha.
Andy keeps his eyes on you as he walks over to where you’re frozen in your spot. Handing you the drink, his fingers just barely brush against yours. Looking up at him to offer a thanks, you find yourself lost in his blue eyes. Unable to break eye-contact, you take a couple sips to ease his mind. Wincing at the burn, you clear your throat before making your way to the basement entrance.
Turning over your shoulder to take a final look at him, your head swarm from the movement. Suddenly appearing beside you, he grabs the drink from your sweaty hand and wraps his arms around you to keep you upright. “Careful there honey, can’t have you making a mess already.”
You feel the skull-splitting ache making its way across your temples, making it hard to adjust to the light. Slowly your eyes started to flutter.
“What…?” You groan out. At first you try to open your eyes slowly, lifting your hand to shield the light away, only to feel your movement restrained by the cool metal digging into the flesh of your wrists. You jolt awake.
“You should really take it easy right now, honey.” You shriek coarsely as Andy’s figure comes into sight. The stale taste of your drink fills your senses, the dryness making it hard to swallow to soothe your aching throat. He takes a step closer to come sit beside you on the modest queen-sized mattress. “The effects should start soon enough”. He continues casually.
“Mr. Barber why-“ You try to start, before you look down when you feel a tug on the tight string of the unfamiliar silk robe adorning your body. His hands remain at your waist, feeling the silk against your frame, his eyes trained on your body. You try not to squirm as you relish in the feeling of his warm palm resting against you.
Why does it feel so good?
“I think we have passed that point, no? It’s Andy to you, honey. A good little wife calls her husband by name, silly girl.” Chuckling as you gawk at him while he continues.
His wife?
“Oh, don’t look so surprised, you know you had a hand in this. Staying over for hours cleaning and cooking for us. Is this why you quit your other job too?”
“I like to stay for Jacob” You muster out. It was pathetic really, how hot you were getting.
What was in that fucking drink?
“I’m the fool for not realizing how good you are for Jacob. For me.”
Looking past his large frame, you try to focus on the surrounding area. The concrete staircase at the far left entrance, a small table with a couple of chairs, a modest window near the ceiling that overlooked parts of the backyard, and a nightstand beside your bed.
“HEY!” Andy’s voice boomed. His eyes softened at your startled expression, before gently cupping your face. “You won’t be down here long, honey. We just need to let the first cycle pass. Okay?”.
Huh?
The fire burning inside your belly only grows as your body shuts out his voice, and the only thing you feel is his fingers down your dewy neck, uncaring of how little the robe covered your modesty. He continues his trail before roughly cupping your now exposed breasts and greedily sucks at your nipple. A broken moan leaves your lips as his other hand pinches the other.
“We are going to live happily ever after, Honey. I promise.” He bends down to whisper in your ear. Your head turns to look through the window again, finally met with the sight of the garden and its freshly planted lilies. “Whether you want it or not”.
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hi laurie !!!!!!! waving at you soso much , happy valentines day !!! I love you !!!!!!! did you know that you are literally so awesome ?!!! I love talking abt glark w you , you have the most edible takes and ideas and aus about them OUGH I need to eat your thoughts <3 I always have such a fun time talking with you , you are absolutly *delightful* and I love you v much , mwah mwah <3
FALLING TO THE GROUND WAHDHDHDH hehrhfjfjsj THANK YOU AETHER!! You are alsooo sooo amazing!! Your art is always a highlight of scrolling here on tumblr!! shhshdhdhdhehe Love you toooo I hope you have/had a great Valentine’s Day!!! <33
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IT STARTED WITH A KISS HOW DID WE END UP LIKE THIS.
AN: Before we start. I just want to quickly mention that this is my first story since 2019. It’s not perfect in any way - grammatically and stylistically - English is not my first language. I truly attempted my best to make it look good for a “reader's” eye so many times I honestly can’t look at this story anymore. I’m a perfectionist who spends hours crying fat tears over this while trying to edit it.
PLEASE LIKE & ENJOY < 3 send me a lil message what you think about my first child of many.
WARNING: I never completely watched “Defending Jacob” | age-gap between characters, slight 18+ content.you read at your own risk. Both Jacob and the reader are adults in this story. 6,5k words.
Happy early valentines day since I'm v sick at home < 3
He has a wife.
Surprisingly, this is the first thought of realization that your brain decided to process from all the things happening around you. The second your feet cross over the threshold of the most intimate looking living room that you ever had the chance to be inside. It feels like a fresh whiff of air or a train coming your way with all force - knocking out of you any sense of brain maturity you previously held.
The moment your eyes settle on him. He’s there. The head of the house. Just like you heard Jacob calling him playfully while you spend late evenings together, drinking instead of studying for upcoming exams. Always managing to comfort one another by telling outrageous family stories which happened over the weekend you’d spend apart with your own families.
Standing all the way back in the kitchen area, cornered by some individuals in important attire, engrossed in a vivid conversation that required a lot of hand gesticulations and insulting words. Unfazed statue of an attractive man whose beauty cannot be surpassed by anything you’d seen in this world. Propped against the edge of the kitchen counter behind him, nursing a bottle of what seems to be a beer in one of his hands, while he calmly observes the scene in front of him with a stoic expression.
You blink a couple of times, just making sure of the conviction you made that this man looks like he rather belongs in a movie scene or on the cover of the magazine not in depressing Newton, Massachusetts.
“Honey, come here for a moment. Jacob bought a guest.”
A lovely, nice wife.
You subconsciously add when the mature woman moved into your point of view, effectively making you lose your train of thought, you can still hear your best friend’s moans after his mom's affectionate attention.
“I’m Laurie, sweetheart.” she quickly introduces herself before her hands develop you in a tight welcoming hug, nearly knocking the air out of your lungs.
Laurie is a beautiful neat-looking woman, whose eyes spark with uncontrollable joy that Jacob already told you so much about, including the ways he could always make her forgive him for everything he managed to break as a child - or not. She’s giving you the idea of a perfect mother example, that kind of woman you’d like to become one day when you think about your own family, the one who always held her head high, no matter the obstacle she’s about to face on her way. The one giving warmth and light towards the family fire. That gives the warmest hugs of them all and cheeks so bright and sparkling as if she smiles like this all day.
“Mum’s a huger,” Jacob shrugged his shoulders at the look you gave him when his mother disappeared the second after promising to fetch something delicious for you after the long journey you both went through.
“And that's your--” you quickly pointed your head into the exterior of the house, trying to discretely indicate the place Jacob’s father was occupying. Not refusing yourself to cast another glance at the visionary man whose identity was still somewhat unknown, or you just couldn’t bring yourself to believe it.
Please, don’t be his father...
“Head of the house,” Jacob jokes again, gently swaying on his feet visibly getting annoyed at something. He furrows his brows for a second before addressing you again “you know, lawyers never sleep, there’s always a cause worth fighting for.”
You nod your head in silent understanding, knowing how much Jacob went through when he was younger and how much his entire family paid for that.
“I’m going to be such a dick now, but I really have to pee,” Jacob complained under his breath before throwing a longing glance towards the stairs leading to the first floor of the house. You guessed that’s where the bathroom is. "mom will be back in a second and she’s going to show you the guest bedroom, just sit and ignore the legal gibberish coming from the kitchen.”
“But--” you instantly panicked. “please, don’t leave me here alone.”
“Relax, you’ll be fine here. He’s not going to eat you, he doesn’t even know someone else besides his friends is home that’s how into work he usually is.”
Sending you a reassuring look, your best friend quite literally rushed through the hall and up the stairs as if he was on fire.
It’s weird to finally be in the house you heard so much about from Jacob's stories. Where you can see everything by your own eyes, the place your best friend grew up in and had his first memories from - home.
“Girlfriend?” It seems like you can't breathe, as you hear a deep masculine voice at the side of your ear completely throwing you out of your thoughts,
“I’m sorry?”
“You’re my son’s girlfriend? It's your time to smile now, gently tipping your head back you let bubbles of amusement fill you,
“No, we’re friends. I thought Jacob told you, Mr. Barber that-”
“Andy.” the tall male corrected you instantly,
“I’m sorry?”
“It’s okay to call me Andy. I don’t care,” the broad man shrugged his shoulders at you.
You feel like your head is in the cloud and your ears are stuffed with cotton wool.
He has a wife,
“Alright.” You try to clear your throat before speaking again. “I thought Jacob told you-- his parents that he’s bringing a friend for a weekend.”
“Ah nice there, trying to avoid calling me by my name, I’ll give it to you.”
You didn’t even know you could flush crimson so easily, before you met Mr. Barber, or rather Andy no other men made you feel like this.
He was even more magnificent from up close as if it’s even achievable. Every detail of his face looked like it was fractured by God himself, who certainly put a lot of work into making such a masterpiece a living human being. Casting a shy glance at his pretty face, coated with a few days overgrowth beard that looked almost too scandalous to carry, to the way his broad shoulders moved with every breath he took, stretching the dress shirt he was currently wearing like painting on the canvas. Wide and big forearms looking like a superhuman in every definition of the word possible, to the way his hands spread, including the color of his creamy skin peeking out from the rolled-up sleeves of his white crispy shirt, and fingers...
God, his fingers.
Thick digits wrapped each by each around the same bottle of the beer you have seen him holding during the second you stepped your foot into his house. Ceremonially holding the neck of the bottle as if it's the prices thing in his possession right now.
“You know how boys are” the man in front of you shook his head before you realized.
“I’m so sorry I forgot to introduce myself, I’m Y/N”
The chuckle that seeped out of Andy’s chest could have you on your knees if he wasn’t your best friend’s father in any type. He shook his head at you, eyes squinting in hidden adoration as he took a step back before placing the already forgotten and empty bottle on some random shelf with pictures and materials on it.
“Alright little girl, have it your way then, I’m Andy Barber, so nice to meet the only female friend my son has,” there’s this certain nip in the tone of his voice that makes you believe you just discovered something new about your best friend’s father no-one else your age possibly had before.
You bit onto your tongue the second his hand developed around yours completely taking you off the guard, warmth scattered across your entire body, almost letting you let a mewl out of your own the second his skin tasted yours. Fingers wrapped across yours like it's a beautiful lover's symphony, and maybe you just imagined the way the surface of his fingers brushed delicately across the bone of your knuckles for a few times before he squeezed your hand again - successfully knocking the air out of your lungs this time.
He has a wife.
Your subconscious warns you urgently, striving to immediately destroy the idea of any incidents happening shortly before they even have the chance to push any roots into your brain, as you feel your head shutting out on you, you feel completely dumb the moment you finally got the chance to stand face to face with your best friend father.
He called me a little girl not even two seconds ago.
“I can show you the guest bedroom if you’d like to.”
You send a glance towards the expanse of the kitchen again, where a lot of mature men fought nevertheless with one another. It was hard to understand what everything was about as in the middle of common English terms law language appeared that you knew nothing about.
“Aren’t you working?” you asked sheepishly, nodding towards the group of a man with a lot of papers in their hands, “Jacob said you do that a lot--”
“So you talk about me with my son huh?” there’s that cheeky smile of his again.
“I-no.” you shake your head before squirming at the intensity of his gaze on you. “he was just talking about how hardworking you are Mr--Andy.”
Andy hums under his breath, giving you the idea that he’s definitely thinking about what you said before smiling under his breath for one insane second before coming back to being all serious again. He breaths out quietly, brushing the side of his beard with one of his hands before setting on a scowl on his beautiful features.
“I’m going to show you where you’ll be sleeping.”
“But Mr. Barber, you don’t have to I don’t want to cause any trouble, you’re working.”
“Y/N, stop being a brat and come with me I'm not taking no for an answer, Laurie is already picking groceries from the store to make you nice filling dinner before bed so c’mon.”
“I thought your wife was just---”
Andy snickered under his breath before giving you a hand ahead giving you a silent sign to walk up the stairs ahead of him.
He wanted you to lead?
“That’s how Laurie is, you can’t expect anything from this woman.”
Turns out the guest bedroom you were supposed to spend a few of the next weeks in was nowhere near ready for anyone’s arrival. It looked a little bit neglected but nothing you couldn’t cope with. You insisted Mr. Barber that you can change the sheets of the bed yourself, and try to tidy up a little here and there but the man of the house insisted on helping you with everything you could have encountered on your way.
Firstly, you never expected him to change the bed sheet for you since you were completely capable of doing it yourself, but you couldn’t complain since you got the chance to see the way his muscles work underneath the dress shirt he was probably wearing all day already that looked a little bit maintained. but you couldn’t complain about the view for sure.
“Why are you looking at me like this?” he asked you since the only noise of the room was the ruffled sheets in his hands,
“Well.” you swayed shamelessly at the tops of your heels, not understanding why but being alone with him made you drop your shyness, “It’s nice to see a man knowing his way with things.”
The silence in this room was almost unendurable.
Did I fuck up?
“I know my way with things, yes.” he nodded his head in confirmation to your words.
“I live alone with my dad and I just can’t bear to look how much he despises to do it.”
He narrows his eyes at you in silent question,
“Changing the sheets I mean,” you laugh wholeheartedly at him before continuing “since I can remember it was my mom’s duty.”
“So now, you’re expected to do it for the rest of your life?” he rose his sharp eyebrow at you.
“I mean yeah I guess, it's not that hard,”
“But if you had a boyfriend or husband you’d do it for just as your mom did it for your father?”
“I wouldn’t mind my future husband to do it from time to time,” you mumbled under your breath, not being sure why imagining a man kindly similar to the man in front of you.
Andy hummed in understanding before throwing you the already prepared pillows.
"When a man is capable of doing household chores, he is also fully capable of taking care of you in any situation you want him to," Andy stated before pushing the corners of the bed sheet into the rightful position on the mattress.
“Take it as advice from a married man,” he grants you with a quick wink before finally moving away from your temporary bed.
Secondly. You wouldn't expect the sheets to smell a little musky and rather too expensive to be a laundry detergent from the grocery store down the street.
The subtle yet overpowering scent that wasn't belonging to your best friend rooted into your brain but still, that didn't stop you from nuzzling into the comfortable fabric right after Mr. Andy left your bedroom a while later, before muttering:
“Dinner will be probably ready in two hours or so, take your time settling in. My bedroom is down the hall across the bathroom, Jacob’s room first door from the staircase, you got it sweetheart?” and when you let out an almost visible nod he left you with a little praise.
He called you a good girl.
It’s the delicious smell of food that manages to wake you up from your slumber. Abruptly pushing yourself up, making sure to correct the glasses that are falling from the bone of your nose to a straight position before glancing back at the screen and sighing in defeat at the lack of words you wrote for the past two days.
You thought about pushing some of your assignments and finishing them earlier before you and Jacob focus on the main paper that takes the most of the year credit. Your stomach grumbled, demanding to be properly fed, making you wince at the emptiness you felt before actually deciding on closing the barely started document - maybe, a good portion of food and an even better night of full sleep made everything better. You still had time to turn it up, you just had to make the best of it first,
Gently closing the lid of her laptop and throwing the device onto the plush covers of your temporary bed, that seemed to cry out for you whenever you looked back at it. Seeing all the velvet sheets and fuzzy pillows scattered across the mattress that smelled almost heavenly...
Stumbling through the threshold of the living room, as the delicious aroma of freshly prepared food completely overthrown your senses and stomach grumbled in need again as you see the prepared and decorated kitchen table,
You'd rarely used to eat properly since the day you moved out of your house. It’s a nice sight to see when there are no left-over packages of pizza or overused glasses of alcohol from when your dad used to have a little too much on Friday nights.
There are four pieces of dinnerware set on the table and you’re not even sure how Jacob's parents were in possession of such things since family dinner wasn’t a normal thing for them.
Scrunching your eyes at the scene in front of you as if the overly decorated table burned your eyes you stepped past it and towards the kitchen,
“Hope you don’t mind--” You hear the voice from the other side of the kitchen, looking into the direction from the voice of your roommate comes in you the half-part of your friend sticking out of the cabinet, still looking for something to prepare. “It’s spaghetti night.”
“Hmm, fancy.” you joke under your breath as Jacob's head extends from the hidden place to look at you. “where’s your mom I thought she was the head of kitchen space?” you responded before scooping some drained pasta from the bowl right beside the sink before the Chef noticed.
Eyes wondering over the prepared food as the dark-haired boy moved to season his special version of tomato sauce,
“Stop picking,” he grumbled before taking a ragged breath in, “they've had a fight again, and now dad left somewhere I don’t know if he’s going to attend dinner.”
“Oh I'm sorry, I thought your parents... you know... I love your mom. They look like a happy family.”
Jacob immediately snickered under his breath before pushing the wooden spoon mindlessly onto the counter. “Mom and dad are currently in separation, this whole family gathering was made for you so you’d think we’re a normal family.”
Your stomach churned uncomfortably, and this time you weren't sure if it’s because you’re still hungry.
“Jacob I’m so sorry--” you whispered quietly, thoughts neglecting you for your individual family issues or what was left from it, “If you want we can go back--fuck, I can drive back--”
Jacob's eyes narrowed curiously at something behind you before he shook his head and spoke again, “can you put it on the table?”
The intense clutter of feet makes your eyes twitch and you’re definitely trying to be on your best behavior and stay as quiet as it’s only possible as the loud ramble goes off in the corridor and right after the front door snap shut behind him and the voices go through every single corner of the spacious house, you know it’s already over for you. Because there he is - tall, with his figure a little bit more taken care of since the last time you’d seen him, looking a little bit more like a husband, with his hair styled in a way that suits him a little more than you’d expect as his head lacks those fuzzy curls you remembered so well from few houses before.
He definitely took a shower,
Pushing your bottom lip out quietly studying him from your place at the table,
With Jacob's mom immediately switching into the “host” mode, still trying to keep up the appearance of the perfect family, ushering Mr. Andy inside the living room, urging him to finally sit down at the table and devour delicious dinner.
He’s nice and polite, you note from the first minute of the genuine conversation with his wife? hold with him, as he seems to be listening to every word that leaves his lips and joking around with your best friend trying to ease on the nervous atmosphere because he knows it too - how tense the situation around the table changed.
Does he know that Jacob told you everything?
“Mr. Barber” you acknowledged him when he finally took the place at the table, with a big smile on his face he took the place to sit right beside you – what are the fucking odds. You thought to yourself. dressed up nice, in a stripe button-up shirt, with a few top buttons free, as you notice the black jeans that seem to fit his figure incredibly well - too well for your liking.
That little smirk at the corners of his mouth makes your eyes twitch with annoyance in such an easy way to make you annoyed already. His green eyes are observing you and he's fully taking his time to run his eyes all over the top of your figure, noticing a fitting white top, that suddenly felt too tight on you.
Throughout dinner, he never backed down his look towards you, and the worst part of it, you could feel the burden and heat of his eyes against the profile of your face during the entire feast, completely losing the rest of your appetite not even halfway through the dinner, and now aimlessly played up with your fork and the pasta rolled up onto the cutlery before pushing it back against the plate.
Perching your head up with the help of your hand you listened to the excited conversation that was held against the table, only to let it out the second after through the other ear.
Mr. Andy pushed his legs to the side of his chair, his front coming towards your side as his long forearms dropped over the side of your chair. You're not sure if he did it on purpose but from time to time you could feel the pads of his fingers brushing through the baby hairs on your neck, the locks you had formed every time you skipped a hair day and just decided to keep them up to stop bothering you as you took your nap. And every time the knuckle of his hand touched something of yours the sudden shiver rushed through your body making you squirm in your seat and ultimately lost the last attempts of gaining back the courage to finish dinner,
Then, there’s a sudden and completely unexpected question making you completely freeze in your spot. “So, how're the studies going Y/N?”
You're immediately thrown out of your thoughts at the sound of Mrs. Barber's voice, then the sudden silence appeared and you knew everyone was listening and looking at you right now. Cringing to yourself in your mind, you perched yourself more comfortably on your chair, keeping in mind to keep your back straight and not lean against the back of it.
“Pretty good” your voice came out more croaky as you'd want to, gently couching down the bile formed in your throat, you pushed your plate out of the way, to reach for the half-empty glass of red wine.
Before taking a small sip, “lot's of assignments” you shrugged your shoulders yearning for the red nectar. You'd hope it's gonna help you find the sleep you need and new power for the morning to start finished the pointless papers for your professor.
“Y/N has been working day and night on her term papers, she wants to be on top of her class grade.”
From the side of your eye, you could see a movement on your right side before Mr.Barber leaned a little bit forward in his seat as if trying to do it “unintentionally”
“So, you’re an ambitious girl huh?” The heat of his breath and the tone of his voice makes your posture stiffen like a new repaired spring, he murmured it in such a way as if he was talking to his lover right before going down to devour the last bits of her, his hand perched itself on the edge of your seat, gently gripping onto the white decorating pillows Mrs. Barber spends a fortune on because in her option they perfectly matched with the curtains in the living room, the heat of his hand that’s coming onto the side of your legs makes you instantly push it away in a jerking motion, away from the sudden and completely unexpected heat.
“You could say that” you whispered back to him, not even taking your mouth out of your wine glass, lips gently brushing over the bitter liquid when he openly laughed, his chest brushing against your sleeveless arm making you lean away from him but before that Andy innocently threw his arms across yours and shoved you against the heat of his chest trying to make it look as if both of you are just joking around like good old friends you’re definitely shouldn’t be.
He tuts under his breath, “I love to push your buttons, you're so easy to work up, It's almost funny.” before his fingers ghosted over the side of your collarbones as if he was taking in what's in front of him, taking his time to memorize every aspect of her with his eyes.
Biting your tongue to the point where it could bleed when Mrs. Barber looks at you with such a smile you’re not even sure what you’re supposed to do.
“What's wrong? You're not hungry?”
Oh, I am. But the dish I want was not offered in the menu.
“No, everything is fine I just have to use the bathroom really quick, if you excuse me.” You quickly stood up from your place,
“Remember that you’re cleaning after dinner,” Jacob called out after you before he proposed another glass of wine for his mother awaiting glass.
“Jacob! Y/N is our guest, don’t treat--”
“It’s completely fine Mrs.Barber, it’s a tradition of ours” you waved her hand in the air before letting him know that you still remember their deal before you muster one last glance towards the dark-haired man, who’s still looking at you with a slight grin on his gorgeous face.
Your fingers are tightly gripping onto the edges of white porcelain sink as the cold droplets of waters cover her skin in different directions you’re gazing at her reflection in the mirror, with a scowl because of how stupid you could he be to let him get under your skin already on the first night.
You hear the dinner is still lasting as its best as the sudden and happy cheers reflects through the exterior of the walls and you can’t help but feel your heart tings a little because you know how much you could give to spend time with your own father. You considered yourself a bad friend, Jacob was the opposite, the bubbly exterior of her friend sometimes coming off on her but she preferred a silent house, silent night in, with a bag of chips and glass of wine at her lap and maybe if the landlord of their apartment building would let them, she would have a cat by her side too.
The sudden knock at the wooden material of the door has your head spinning, you’re not sure if you want to talk with Jacob. You knew you promised to be on your best behavior but knowing that Andy is constantly playing with you just for his humor is making your blood boil – you’re letting him do this all because of how off guard he caught you.
“It's taken” you called out grumpily, pushing the material of the towel against your face to rains it from the water but the knocking didn't stop there.
“What the fuck?” you grumbled again, irritation coming out of you in waves, “do you seriously can't hold it for two more minutes?” you tugged at the door handle with such a force and swing the doors open only to see someone you least expected.
“Do you mind?” you asked sarcastically, noticing the hold he still had on the white exterior, his palm was big, she took notice about his fingers, wide and they probably hold a lot of power in them.
Not that you cared.
“Laurie told Jacob to check up on you since you're taking so long--” he aimlessly told her, standing in the exterior of the room completely blocking the lights from the corridor
“How nice of you,” you mustered with a sweet fake smile to form on your lips, noticing how much he hated when you did that, his jaw immediately ticked, with a vein coming out at the side of his throat and his teeth tensed together.
“Stop being such a brat.”
You shockingly rose your eyebrows at him. “Excuse me? Repeat that?” You dared.
Andy chuckled under his breath, fingers pushing against the door to open them even wider before he moved his feet a little forward coming into the room with you, his eyes narrowing and face coming dangerously close.
The dark dimension of his green eyes made your stomach churn with something you couldn’t even name. This guy was making you so confused.
“You heard me.” he grumbled, voice low and gratingly with something else, “you're acting like a fucking brat.” he spats out the last words as her back got shoved against the bathroom wall, right beside the towel cabinet.
Your mouth opened in shock.
“How dare you run your mouth on me,” you growled out, fingers coming to tip onto his chest, aimlessly pointing at the bare skin. “your wife and son are downstairs and you already have the audacity to---”
Andy shook his head, fingers shifting onto her forearms to turn her back flat against the wall before taking a step ahead, his chest completely flush against yours as your breathing quickened due to his proximity. “Shut up--” he ordered and to her surprise you instantly did.
He immediately picked her behavior up, “Hmm-” his nose skimmed the side of her jaw and she could swear her toes curled when his cologne overwhelmed her senses. “just as I've said. Good girl.”
You could swear to God, your heartbeat was about to rip out of your chest, and it was almost embarrassing. You were sure Andy could hear it beating due to how close she was.
Your mouth opened in a sudden urge to let out a puff of air when his tongue skimmed out of his lips to taste the sweetness of your skin. The gentleness and skill he operated with had your brain turning into mush,
“M' sorry.” he whispered into the hollow of your neck, taking a deep breath of you “couldn't help myself with you.” and then his tongue runs against the stripe of your throat towards your jaw, and you could swear that your legs are giving out under the weight of them.
“Oh my god--” you’re almost squealing to yourself when the rough palms of his hands push against her shoulder blades you’re able to feel every part of him on yourself, or maybe every part of you on him, it's like you got turned into one. The hotness that’s building inside and in every place his hands keep touching.
“Mr.Barber--- what are you--” and then you’re gasping, as his teeth grasp onto the edge of your lips pulling the flesh back only to completely get lost into the feeling of the plump sweetness of your taste. You let him in, eagerly waiting for his tongue to battle with yours in soft dominance, as his hands wander over her whole. They knead every flesh on his way, he's taking everything you have in offer for him. igniting inside of her the fire she never knew she possessed.
“It’s Andy, doll.”
Breathless – both of you – as he lets you take a time to breathe, fingers skimming along the side of your calloused cheekbones,pads of his fingers tracing the reddened skin of your lips and he can't help but smile when he observes your chest moving in need for air and eyes wild and ready for everything.
“Please.” neither of you were expecting the word to come out your mouth, it shocks you but it's there, let out into the silence of the bathroom. You don't want to take it but and you damn hope he won't turn away from you.
“What my doll wants, hmm?” Andy muttered under his nose, you had to take a second to rethink what he said was even real and it wasn't a figment of your imagination, “you want daddy to touch you? You’re going to be my good girl?” he cooed calmly, before letting his hands drop from your body, leaving you cold and needy.
What?
He's sending you one last look, his mouth quirks in humor when he notices how displeased and angry you can be in a second. Before he turns away from you and heads right towards the door.
You act before you think, and there’s something inside of you that is screaming at you by doing such a thing but your hands grip his massive arm in panic, tugging him back to face you again. His eyebrows rising in silent question before you take courage to mutter
“Please.” you’re whining like a lost puppy, gently carding his hand in yours and tugging him back to your previous position. As your eyes continue to shine with need.
Andy’s furrows his brows for a moment, head-turning, and if you didn't know him before that way, you’d say he looks like a damn cute, confused puppy. “You want daddy’s fingers?”
Biting the corner of your lips your not even sure if you’re able to say it out loud, You love how rough he looks now, giving you a different side of his physique you never gets a chance to see before. You’re wriggling under his stare, not feeling comfortable at all. The silver wedding band on his fingers is tempting you, you can’t help but imagine how would it feel inside of you, how the whole idea of getting a married man to touch you entice you.
A few hours ago you absolutely treated him like your best friend's father and now you’re willing to push even further? Were you ready to look at him from a different angle? Are you ready to risk years of friendship over a married man?
You swallowed quietly as Andy still looked at you expecting the answer, his knuckles gently grazing over the naked skin on her arm, turning it downwards to til he touched outside of her wrists making her brain turn into a mush.
“You know what---fuck you,” you grumbled annoyed, finally coming back into your senses but that's not what Andy was expecting. You hurried away from him, making sure to keep a distance in between both of you before looking him straight in the eyes, a silent challenge for him to take. “don't you ever touch me again,” you scowled before pushing a finger into his direction, trying to threaten him enough
He pushed the air out of his lungs painfully slow, too slow for her liking because you had a feeling something was building inside that he was about to let out on her. “You were doing so good--” he muttered to himself, shaking his head and turning his back to you and marching towards the door, and when you thought he's about to leave you observed the way his palm pushed against them making sure they're closed before his fingers cleverly turned the lock closed with a sudden click
Your stomach immediately churned in excitement you didn't even know you should feel the moment he leaned his broad shoulders against them. Crossing his large arms across his chest he spends a good second just observing you from when he stood.
“Acting like the brat you are,” he clicked his tongue at you, and arrogant behavior coming out immediately, he acted like a boy whenever he didn't get what he wanted, and you got the first example of it. “since the first minute you-” he shook his head as if his memories of their unsuccessful first meeting flowed his memory
“Maybe you should make up your fucking mind--” you then threw your hands up annoyingly, “calling me a good girl only to change it to brat the second later. Is that some kind of kink of yours?”
Andy chuckled under his breath, his eyes squinting in hidden adoration for you before his entire posture changed immediately.
“Better watch your fucking mouth,” he hissed at her, “because I'm sure you won't like the consequences.”
You narrow your eyes at him subconsciously screaming at yourself to bit onto your tongue before speaking but it’s too late, your change of posture challenges him, you see it in the way he curses under his breath before all you see is him charging upon you.
Fingers digging into your jeans, as you gasp in shock the second you feel your jeans loosening on your body, the stoic expression of the man in front of you is enough for you to fumble with your tongue, knowing in the back of your mind the apology words you know but it’s too late. Thick digit, you feel it coming down the front of your pants, marching through the material of your panties without not even a fumble, you feel his skin on your skin playing with your fold and you swear your knees are giving up on you the second he finds his right place in between your legs - you look down on him, mouth opened in shock by the sudden situation, his entire fist pulled down inside your pants making it as his job to destroy you.
“Oh my Go--” you squeal as a warm finger push into the right place between your folds, sliding in without harm as you close your eyes in embarrassment at how wet you are for him.
Andy’s breath palms upon your face, he’s thrusting his body onto yours gently muttering sweet sugar-coated praises toward you but all you can hear is the blood that finally reaches your ears.
“Please don’t make me come for the first time in your wife’s bathroom” you whine through the pleasure that’s completely taking over your senses. You’d still plead to him, hands grabbing onto the one that’s been working on your pussy with such a precision you feel like crumbling out into a creme in his home bathroom. While he supports his entire body weight on the tiles behind your curled up from bliss body.
Andy just chuckles into your hair, granting you with a quick kiss to your sweaty forehead before circling his finger harder onto your clit, just as a loud moan escapes your lips. Andy tugs his fingers out of your pussy, your entire body is tingling, stomach churned into much when he holds your entire weight before you can tumble to the ground.
And then within a blink of her eyes, he sends her one last look as if saying “it's not over” and turns around again catching a glance over the worked up muscles on his back moving with every step of his silhouette when he yanks the door open and marches down the corridor as if nothing had happened.
It takes you some time to understand what's happening, as the place falls into complete tranquility but the sparkles in the air, are telling you that nothing you’d seen and heard tonight was imagined – even when you really want to believe it.
Hearing the pad of his heavy feet stops against the wooden floor before his voice tells and assure your best friend and his wife that everything is alright with you.
But was it? Now when you think about it, that you have to spend the rest of the weekend break with the guy who’s your best friend's father who just fingered you for a few minutes with you in his own bathroom.
And it was only beginning.
The wrong never felt so right.
an2: send me a lil’ message what u think of this < 3
Jacob, after finding out his best friend is fucking his father:
#chris evans#chris evans smut#chris evans one shot#chris evans x reader#chris evans fanfiction#andy barber smut#andy barber one shot#andy barber x reader#andy barber imagine#andy barber#steve rogers smut#steve rogers x reader#steve rogers one shot#filczi#it started with a kiss series#henry cavill one shot#henry cavill smut
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A Heart That Needs Two
Summary: Dorothy and Makoto both are after Laurent’s heart. Laurent is very much aware, their advances aren’t a secret, but he can’t bring himself to choose. Makoto and Dorothy come up with a solution.
Notes: first time writing a ship dynamic like this, also happy Valentines. AU where Dorothy is with TC
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Laurent hid himself in Cythina’s room. Today was valentines. He knew two certain people would be looking for him, so he hid in Cythina’s room, his room was too obvious. He wasn’t exactly sure what was going to happen, fearing he might be forced to picked.
“How much longer are you going to avoid them?” Cythina asked.
“Until this holiday is over.” Laurent plopped himself onto a love seat in her room.
She shook her head, throwing a box of chocolates to him, from the pile of gifts she received.
It was no secret to the whole Team Confidence that both Dorothy and Makoto were after Laurent. It was no secret Laurent liked them both, but couldn’t bring himself to chose.
Since Dorothy and Laurent had broken up, a few years back, their realtionship as friends started to build itself back up. They got to actually know each other, in a more healthy way. Through that healthy build up, Dorothy found herself falling for Laurent for real this time, feeling like she could love him, and not forcing herself just cause he loved her.
A few years went by and Makoto joined the team. Makoto wasn’t stupid, he knew his father was doing something else on his so called “business” trips. Soon he was introduced to TC, and given his a chance to prove himself in a con. Much to Oz’s dismay, Makoto begged him to allow him to join. Of course Miki smacked her husband when she found out he had allowed Makoto to join.
Makoto and Laurent’s dynamic was just natural. They worked well, they bounce off of each other. Makoto found himself admiring everything about the Belgian man. From 3 years since Makoto joined the team, he had fully fallen for Laurent.
Laurent was in a dilema. Dorothy was his first love, it be foolish to say he didn’t still love her. He was hoping they would be able to try again as they grew closer as friends. However, the addition of Makoto threw a wrench into his plan. He didn’t expect to connect to the Japanese man so fast. He didn’t expect their dynamic would be so natural. Something about Makoto drew him in. Before Laurent knew it, he had fallen for Makoto, but his feelings for Dorothy were still strongly there.
Cythina threw a pillow at Laurent, snapping him out of his daze.
“Dorothy texted me asking if I’ve seen you” she held up her phone.
Laurent sighed “of course she did”
“Oh look Makoto just sent me a text asking me the same thing” she checked her messages
“You’re telling me to just suck it up huh?” Laurent asked
“Yes. You can’t avoid them forever.” She told him bluntly “no matter how hard you try to avoid it, you’re going to have to talk to them”
Laurent sighed slowly getting up “I don’t want to hurt either of them”
“Love is a risk Laurent. You know that more then anyone. Just do what you think is best”
Laurent nodded slowly leaving her room. He walked into the living, to find Makoto and Dorothy in the kitchen together. They both looked at him and smiled.
“Laurie!!” Dorothy ran over and hugged him “we’ve been looking for you everywhere, were you hiding from us? Meanie” she pouted
Laurent chuckled hugging her back “no, I was just chatting with Cythina”
Makoto came over handing Laurent a cup of coffee “beans I got in Colombia, hope you like them”
“If you picked them im sure they’re wonderful soybean” Laurent winked and took a sip of the coffee. Laurent couldn’t help but smile, Makoto knew how Laurent liked his coffee.
“Edamame and I were thinking the three of us can hang out on the beach. It’s such a nice day to be outside” Dorothy tugged at his arm.
Laurent looked at her, seeing how big and brightly she smiled at him. How can he say no?
An hour later, the trio were on the beach together. Dorothy wore a pink bikini with a cute sun hat she had gotten in France. Makoto wore his red swim trucks with a lose white tank top. Laurent wore just his blue trucks, his sunglasses resting on his head.
Dorothy dragged Laurent into the water while Makoto finished setting up. Dorothy started to splash him laughing, resulting in Laurent chasing her to splash her back. Makoto sat in the shade watching the two.
“Edamame! Join us!!” Laurent waved
“I’m good thanks” Makoto said
Dorothy and Laurent looked at each other, an evil grin spreading across both their faces. The two dashed over and picked up Makoto. Dorothy grabbing his legs, and Laurent picking him up from the torso.
“WAIT NO”
The two swung the soybean back and forth, counting down from 5 together. On one, they flung Makoto into the water. Makoto went flying, his screaming cut off by the splash into the water.
He popped his head out coughing, Laurent and Dorothy laughing their asses off.
“YOU ASSHOLES!” Makoto splashed them both.
Dorothy pushed Laurent back in, using him as a shield.
“HEY!” Laurent yelled, enduring all of Makoto’s splashes
Dorothy held onto Laurent’s back laughing. Makoto charged at them both, and jumped at Laurent, knocking all of them over.
The trio fell back into the shallow area, all laughing as small tides washed over them.
Dorothy and Makoto laid on opposite ends of Laurent, both draping their arms across his chest. Laurent had both his arms wrapped around them. He looked down at both of them, he smiled widely. How could he even chose?
They all sat up, Dorothy locking eyes with Makoto, both nodding at each other.
“Laurie, we have something to tell you”
A knot tighten in Laurent’s stomach. He knew what was coming.
“You probably know Dorothy and I both have feelings for you.” Makoto said.
Laurent nodded, gulping down the lump in his throat. He looked back between the two, how can he chose? Who should he chose? Why was it him who had to pick?
“And well..the two of us have been talking a lot” Dorothy explained. She reached off and held Makoto’s hand “and...neither of us wants to give you up to the other”
Laurent’s heart was racing. He couldn’t handle the thought of losing either of them.
“So we decided” Makoto looked at him. “That if it’s ok with you and if you’re comfortable with it, if we can both date you.”
“Look...Makoto, Dorothy I-“ Laurent cut himself off, did he hear Makoto right? “Wait I’m sorry what?”
“We both want to date you” Makoto explained
“At the same time” Dorothy smiled
Laurent looked between the two, a bit confused
“Again! This is only if you’re ok with the idea” Dorothy told him “we’ve already talk about it, and the two of us are ok with sharing you, but this is also your choice Laurie. We don’t want to push you into something you’re not comfortable with” she explained
Laurent took a moment to take it all in. “What about the two of you? Are you two also going to be? You know?”
“No” Makoto said “we talked about that but we don’t like each other that way.”
Laurent nodded and took a deep breathe. He didn’t expect this at all. The two looked at him waiting an answer. He didn’t have to chose. He didn’t mind, it was worth a shot, it didn’t hurt to try.
“And you two are hundred precent sure you’re ok with this?” Laurent asked
“Yes” they both said at the same time.
Laurent smiled and nodded “ok”
A big smile spread across Dorothy’s face. Blush spread across Makoto’s face, smiling like a dork. The two pushed the Belgian man down and pecked at his cheeks smiling.
Laurent chuckled wrapping an arm around Dorothy’s waist and another across Makoto’s shoulder. He looked at the sky smiling wondering where this will lead them.
That day was 5 years ago.
Laurent woke up in a king size bed. He felt two bodies smushed against him. On his left, Makoto was curled up to his side, on his right, Dorothy was against him, the rest of her body sprawled out as she snored.
Laurent carefully untangled himself from the two of them. He carefully got up, trying hard to not wake neither of his partners.
Heading to the kitchen, he started breakfast. Their house in France had a nice view of the village they lived in. Laurent felt their cat rubbed against his leg, before it went back to its cat post.
As he set the table, Laurent looked at the two rings on his finger. He smiled and brought his hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss on each ring.
He felt two arms wrap around him. Without having to look he already knew who it was.
“Morning soybean” Laurent held his hands.
“Morning..” Makoto lazily pecked at his back, then pulling away to go make some coffee.
Dorothy stumbled into the kitchen still half asleep. She drug herself to Laurent, falling onto his chest.
“Morning sunshine” Laurent pecked her head.
Dorothy grumbled a good morning, clinging to his chest. She looked at him, eyes still half closed “happy anniversary..” she yawned
Makoto came back handing Laurent his coffee and pecking his cheek “happy anniversary”
Laurent smiled, putting his coffee down and pulled Makoto into his hold as well “happy anniversary my loves”
#great pretender#the great pretender#makoto edamura#grepre#laurent thierry#edamura makoto#dorothy great pretender#Makoto x Laurent#Laurent x Dorothy#Makoto x Laurent x Dorothy#GrePre Valentines Event#great pretender fanfic
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Playlist Tag
I was tagged by @goodtobealunatic thank you so much!!
Rules: We’re snooping on your playlist. Put your entire music library on shuffle and list the first twenty songs. Then tag some victims. Spread some song recs!
1. "Fenrisúlfur” - Skálmöld
2. “No One Remembers Achmed” - Team Starkid (Twisted)
3. “River Below” - Billy Talent
4. “Flying the Flag” - Scooch
5. “The Enemy” - Mumford and Sons
6. “Estate” - Francesco Gabbani
7. “Manderley in Flammen” - Rebecca das Musical Soundtrack
8. “Spiel Mit Mir” - Rammstein
9. “Black Sheep” - Sonata Arctica
10. “Valentine’s Day” - David Bowie
11. “St. James Infirmary” - Hugh Laurie
12. “Space Sushi” - Jakub Ondra”
13. “Never forget” - Greta Salóme & Jónsi
14. “Get Happy” - Bradley Walsh & The Bradettes
15. “Skimbleshanks: The Railway Cat - Steven McRae & Robbie Fairchild (Cats Movie)
16. “Wilson (Expensive Mistakes) - Fall Out Boy
17. “Cemetry Gates” - The Smiths
18. “The Memory Remains” - Metallica
19. “Klámstrákur” - Hatari
20. “Details” - Robert Downey Jr.
Tagging: @andjasonforall, @daleeny, @aziraphale-is-ace, @lucca-woah, @irisonmain (if you want to do it all that is, no obligation) and evveryone who wants to do it
#tag game#goodtobealunatic#okay that was one hell of a weird shuffle haha#but there are def some absolute bangers#this was so fun#and made me realise once more that I just pretty much listen to anything lol
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How to decorate your home creatively?
Imagination is as valuable as a big budget when it comes to transforming your home. Besides, you've likely accumulated enough accessories over the years to fill a shop—buying any more would only contribute to clutter. "All the visual chaos is stressful and distracting," says Lauri Ward, home design expert and author of Use What You Have Decorating. So step one is to clear as many surfaces as possible. And once you do, steal these no-cost tips to dress up every room.
1. Turn a stool into a side table.
Re purpose a seat into a handy stand, perfect for pulling up alongside a sofa or easy chair. Try one on its own, or cluster a few (even varied heights work). And remember less is more: Allow the rest of the room to be basic—try an unadorned table and sparsely decorated walls—so the quirky chairs stand out.
living room sets under $500
https://www.justdiydecor.com/livingroom-decor-ideas/top-5-living-room-furniture-sets-under-500/
2. Change your chairs.
Matching dining sets can feel humdrum over time. Trade a couple of seats from the kitchen with ones in the dining room. Place them at the head or center of the table so the effect looks intentional.
3. Take advantage of open shelves.
Pull out your pretty pitchers or patterned plates and arrange them to be admired.
4. Rearrange lamps and shades.
Swap a bedside lamp with one from your desk or the living room, or simply switch the shades for a different look.
5. Redo a whole room.
Play around with your furniture configuration—reposition a sofa, rotate a rug, or try dividing the room with an open-backed bookcase or storage unit. Leave sections of the shelf empty to let light through.
6. Think creatively.
Use a glass jar as a vase, group ottomans as a coffee table, or try a pretty basket to hold a plain planter.
lighting ideas for living room with no ceiling light
https://www.justdiydecor.com/livingroom-decor-ideas/top-8-lighting-ideas-for-living-room-with-no-ceiling-light/
7. Style your bookshelf.
Since messy shelves can make an entire room look disorganized, pretty yours up. The foolproof way: Arrange hardcover books from tallest to shortest on most shelves. Lay a few too-tall books (or any other books) flat to serve as bookends to keep the others in place. "Add decorative items such as pottery or framed photos to one or two shelves," says Ward. "You don't want accessories on every shelf or it appears cluttered." Use baskets or boxes to hide unattractive DVDs or paperbacks (or stash these elsewhere). Leave empty space on some shelves here and there so the eye has a place to rest.
8. Create visual symmetry.
You likely buy decorating items as matching duos, and that's smart: Pairs add balance and tranquility to a room, says Ward. But if you don't have two of a kind, make dissimilar items look more alike. For instance, place a shorter lamp on a book stack to coordinate with a taller lamp. Or use pieces of comparable height and size, such as a small trunk and an end table, to flank a chair.
minimalist bedroom on a budget
https://www.justdiydecor.com/bedroom-decor-ideas/minimalist-bedroom-ideas-on-a-budget/
9. Bring outdoor furnishings inside.
Wicker, wrought iron and decorative aluminum furniture can create a garden-, coastal-, beach- or cottage-themed space inside. "By using my favorite outdoor accessories indoors, I get to enjoy them year-round instead of for a few short months," says Emma Kippen of Dennis Port, MA. Bonus: Outdoor furniture is easy to clean and nearly indestructible. Bring in sisal rugs, baker's racks and plant stands too; they're just as functional and attractive indoors as they are out.
10. Arrange unique tablescapes.
Design mini-vignettes on tables, mantels or buffets with keepsakes, from china to figurines. "There's no point in keeping interesting items if no one ever sees them," says Ward. Group similar objects, such as mercury glass or colored bottles, together; single items often get lost among other elements in a room. Stack some pieces at different heights on top of books or a wooden box. Or use a decorative tray or trivet to pull together items to make them appear as a collection.
11. Go natural.
"I love to decorate with items I find in my own yard or while on vacation," says Sherry Mathews of St. Petersburg, FL. "One of my favorite displays is a large piece of driftwood in a shadow box." Other ideas: Line the mantel with large, smooth river rocks. Fill a clear, lidded storage container with tiny stones or shells to make bookends. Display a bird's nest as part of a tablescape. Tie together long, slender tree branches and lean against the walls in a corner. Fill a hurricane glass with dried moss, acorns or seedpods.
12. Pull from other rooms.
You hardly ever use that large platter, so rescue it from storage and hang it on the living room wall. Draft your soup tureen into service as an accent piece in the family room. Or use ceramic garden pots or pretty teacups to corral soaps and cotton balls in your bathroom or earrings on your bedroom dresser. Doilies or decorative tablecloths can be draped over curtain rods as no-sew window dressings. A seldom-used ice bucket or log carrier can hold hand towels in the guest bath.
13. Design a gallery.
Everybody knows you can cover a wall with family photos or artwork, but what else can you group to make a statement? "Use what makes you feel happy in your space," suggests Ward, but make each gallery feel unified by sticking to a single theme. For example, hang wire and rattan baskets or postcards on the dining room wall. Display cooking tools such as antique egg beaters, a Bundt pan, cookie cutters or whisks on the kitchen wall. Tack up a few pretty but never-used placemats one under another in a column to span a vertical space. Space them equally and go for symmetry.
urban kitchen decor
https://www.justdiydecor.com/kitchen-decor-ideas/10-urban-kitchen-drawer-storage-ideas/
14. Reuse holiday decor.
Why bury traditions in the closet 11 months out of every year? "I keep our artificial Christmas tree up year-round and decorate it with seasonal accents," says Teri Gay of Charlton, NY. "It's a way to simplify because I never have to take it down, and we celebrate each season with garlands of red hearts for Valentine's Day, shamrocks for St. Patrick's Day, leaves for autumn and so on." Or use Easter baskets to hold fruit on your table. After Halloween, scoop out whole pumpkins to use as vases for floral displays (slip a glass bowl inside to hold water).
15. Rotate and rearrange accessories.
"When you live with something a long time, you don't see it anymore," says Ward. So put it away for a little while and fall in love with it again when you take it back out. Or swap out items, such as pillows and throws, from one room to another to change up the look. Also, move around small pieces of furniture within a room. For example, slide two end tables together to make a coffee table or use a small chest as an end table. You won't believe how different a room can look with the very same things in them.
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i saw you didn’t have a v day so i just thought… maybe you’d like a lil v day card…? happy early valentines laurie<3
KATTTT IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO REPLY SORRY LIFE'S BEEN GETTING IN THE WAY AND WORK'S BARELY LETTING ME BREATHE BUT . it's fine it's only feb 12 i still have time for this and !!! i hope u know i'm making out with u SO HARD and with so much tongue..
i love this v day card and i don't deserve u, i adore u soooo much this absolutely made my day (both when i originally got it and now)!!! happy early valentines day darling mwah <333
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TERRI
Terri White 71!
A bunch of us are celebrating her birthday tonight at a special dinner.
Part of what turned out to be a busy morning for me yesterday included buying Terri a birthday present. Interesting experience. I rarely have shopped in my life. I did for Terri and the gift choice evolved as I went from store to store.
Wish the choice to be a surprise tonight. Ergo will not share the selection with you till tomorrow.
Yesterday morning busy. Began at 5 with blog. An early start because I knew I had several things to do. Paid for the early start later in the day when I became very tired. Resulted in me remaining in and early to bed last night.
My 5 am to noon consisted in the blog, blood work, coffee, a manicure, shopping for Terri, and lunch at Harpoon Harry’s.
A haircut at noon today. Lunch after probably at Fernand’s. Guest appearance on Laurie Thibaud’s radio show 4-5:30. Followed by Terri’s party.
Join Laurie and me on radio station 195.7 FM, WGAY FM. Interesting banter. Laurie’s first time as a radio show host. A natural!
Syracuse/Miami tonight at 8. I will probably miss the first half of the game. Syracuse a 9 point favorite.
Day 34 of the shutdown. You’re doing terrific Donald! You keep trying to destroy America. The country was insane when it elected you President!
Valentine’s Day around the corner. An old friend will not be with us this year. Sweethearts candy. The small hearts with love verbiage thereon. Like Love You, Bear Hug, Cutie Pie, and Ooh La La.
Strange. A recent study rated Sweethearts candy as the #1 Valentine’s candy for 2018.
As good as it sold, the company producing it for many years went out of business. I assume the company produced other sweets also. Necco went out of business in July.
Spangler Candy bought the “brand” in September. Spangler says it did not have time to gear up for this Valentine’s Day. However, Spangler guaranteed Sweethearts will be back in 2020.
Abortion discourse continues. Heatedly in this instance.
New York has legalized abortion till birth. Conditioned, however. Only allowed if the mother’s health is endangered or the fetus is not viable.
The Catholic Church is extremely upset. Threatening New York’s Governor Cuomo with everything, including excommunication.
I think the New York law correct. Based on personal experience.
It was 1964. My wife was into her fifth pregnancy. We already had 4 children in 4 years. It was year 5. On a sunday morning while we were in bed reading the newspapers, she began aborting. She was only 2-3 months pregnant at the time.
We were in the hospital. My wife in extreme pain. It seemed there was nothing they could give her to help.
Her OB told me she was aborting, the fetus was dead. Too many pregnancies back to back. I told him ok, go do what you have to do. He said he could do nothing till she pushed black tissue through her cervix. I did not understand. The fetus was dead, why wait for black tissue to be pushed out?
His answer simple. We were in a Catholic hospital and nothing could be done till there was definite proof the fetus was dead. Seeing the black tissue would be proof.
I went crazy. Probably overreacted. Thought my wife was going to die. I was arguing with the doctor. To no avail.
In due course whatever is done in these situations was done. Pieces of black tissue appeared. She underwent a D&C. Everything turned out ok.
Is there a Mafia mentality in the White House? Does one exist in the minds of “friends” of the White House?
These threats against Cohen’s family suggest a Tony Soprano Mafia mentality may have sneaked into our government.
Keep it up, Donald! You continue to set a good example.
I have been following Venezuela closely since Maduro came to power in 2013. I have written and spoke much concerning Maduro, his government and the Venezuelan people.
The last 4 years, it became obvious revolution was the only way to remove the Maduro yoke. Difficult to do. Maduro controls the Congress and the military. The generals are his. Graft and corruption making them rich.
Demonstrations began popping up in the streets. Grew to hundreds of thousands. Protest yes, fight no. The people were afraid to take arms against the government and army.
Maduro rigged his recent election.
A dissident Juan Guaido said he was taking over and appointed himself interim President. People in the streets cheered.
Trump immediately announced support of the “new” government. Maduro retaliated by giving all U.S. representatives 72 hours to get out of Venezuela. Trump said no, they are staying.
What next? Does the U.S. invade Venezuela? We need another war like a hole in the head. We are already engaged in 17 world wide.
Will Maduro remain in power? It depends on the military. If the army continues to support him, the interim President will go nowhere but to jail.
I suspect the generals will remain loyal to Maduro. Money talks.
Why Trump’s interest? I think oil. Venezuela has one of the largest oil reserves in the world.
Additionally, true revolution will not take place till the hundreds of thousands in the streets take to arms. As I have been reporting for several years, they want change but are not willing to fight for it. They fail to back their talk with action. Unless and until they do, Maduro will remain in power.
Donald in the meantime will have made another bad judgment move.
Enjoy your day!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TERRI was originally published on Key West Lou
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Boomin (Part 2)
Hi Everybody!! After an incredible response to part 1 of this story, I have decided to continue it. Thank you all so much for the kind words. Means a lot to me! ]
This story focuses around the time from the instagram post through the last day of the tour (which this year, happens to be Valentine’s Day, so you know where I’m leading with this.) It is long but I didn’t feel that there was a part I could cut out. I do have ideas running for Part 3, so if you enjoy this part and would like another please let me know either by commenting on this post, or messaging me! :) I really do enjoy reading them! Like/Reblog! Enjoy!
Sharna woke up about an hour later coddled in the same position she had fell asleep in. She looked to the left and saw him fast asleep, with his face to the ceiling. She smiled and pulled out her phone trying not to disturb him. She opened instagram and saw his most recent post. She smiled as she clicked “like” and then began to comment. “It sure is. @iamvalc” she added the kissing face emoji, 2 heart emojis, and two of the smiley faces with heart eyes.
“You guys are way too cute. I can’t take it.” Lindsay shook her head in an amused fashion.
Sharna smiled and rested her head back into Val’s shoulder.
About 40 minutes later, the driver had announced that they arrived at their hotel in Arizona. The dancers woke up gradually one by one and headed into the hotel. Sharna kissed Val’s cheek to wake him up. “Babe, we’re here.”
He woke up abruptly, confused. “Hey.” She said as he saw her.
“Come on.”
All the pros were gathered in the lobby. The tour manager went to check them in and returned later with room keys. “Same roommates!” Alan yelled as he took three room keys and signaled to Keo and Val. Val looked to his side down at Sharna, who he had his arm around. “Same roommates?”
Sharna laughed and shook her head. “Just go with it. We’ll figure out a way around it.”
Val gave her a kiss on the cheek and went to catch up with Alan and Keo. Sharna walked over to Laurie and put her arm around her. “Hey Girlie. You ready?”
“Yes I am!” Laurie held up two room keys. They walked together towards the elevator and waited with the rest of the girls.
When they got all settled it was 12:30 a.m. Sharna climbed into bed, in a pair of sweatpants and a oversized t-shirt. Laurie climbed into the other bed and slid down making herself comfortable. Sharna’s phone rang with an imessage from Val. She slid it to the right, and the message popped up on the screen.
“Where are you. I need me some Sharna.” The emoji with one wink and a tongue out was placed next to it.
Sharna shook her head and smiled as her fingers slid quickly over the keyboard. “I’m sitting here in my bed. All alone. With this biggg emptyyy space next to me.”
“I know the feeling. Come over.”
“Laurie is still awake.”
“Come over when she falls asleep.”
“I will try.” She locked her phone and put it on the nightstand.
Laurie sat up, “Is it ok if I turn off the light?”
“Of course babe.” Sharna grabbed her phone again and opened instagram. She passed the time by reading the comments on his photo. 15 minutes later she looked to her left and saw that Laurie was asleep. She got up carefully and left the room, going to spend the next few hours with her boyfriend.
2 hours later, Sharna opened the door to her room as quietly as possible and tried to be as light on her feet as she walked to her bed. She was almost past Laurie’s bed, when she stubbed her foot on the wood leg of the bed frame. “Oh. Fuu-aaaaaa”.
Laurie sat up abruptly and turned on the lamp. “Jeez, Sharna you scared me.”
“I’m so sorry. I was trying to be quiet and then this dumbass bed got in the way.”
Laurie smiled knowingly, “Where were ya?” She teased.
Sharna looked at her and smiled, tilting her head downward. “You know exactly where I was.”
“Was business boomin?”
“Hmm.” she pursed her lips.
“I bet a lot of it. Over and over-”
“Ok. Laurie. No. I am not having this conversation with a 16 year old.”
Laurie sighed. “Fine.”
Sharna took off her shoes and climbed back into bed. She reached for the lamp and then slumped down and looked at the ceiling. Laurie turned on her side and watched her. “Penny for your thoughts?”
Sharna looked at her and then turned on her side. “My thoughts are nothing that is going to interest you.”
“You can give it a try.”
“I’m just thinking about a certain someone.”
“I can assume that much. What are you thinking about him?”
“I’m thinking that I’m happy and that I can see myself being happy for a long time.”
“Well that’s good.” Laurie looked at Sharna who did not seem convinced that this was a good thing.
“I don’t know if it is. I haven’t felt this way in a long time. And the last time I did, it didn’t end well. I don’t want to give Val that power. The power to hurt me. But I think he already has it.”
“And if he does Shar, he’s already destroyed it.”
“What do you mean?”
“If Val got the power to hurt you ever, he would never use it. He loves you too much for that. He’s not going to hurt you.”
“And how do you know that?”
“I know that, because I know Val. I know what kind of guy he is, and I know who he cares about.”
“He cares about me now, but what if in a couple of months, I become Amber, and there is another Sharna who takes my place.”
“It won’t happen.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re Sharna Burgess.”
“And?”
“He loves and has always loved Sharna Burgess.”
“And what if he stops loving me, when I get older.”
“He’s not going to stop. Because when you find a love like the two of you have. Nothing will break that. Ever.”
“You’re a very wise young lady. I like talking to you”
“Anytime.”
Sharna rolled back over so she was laying on her back. Laurie did the same but a few minutes later the silence was broken again. “Hey Sharna?”
“Yea nugget?”
“If I ever have any questions about guys or about- ya know. Do you think I could talk to you?”
Sharna rolled over and faced Laurie who was looking at her. “Of course. You can talk to me about anything and everything. You’re my family Laurie.”
“And you’re mine.”
Val walked out into the main space of his suite from his bedroom. Sharna had just left and he was feeling mighty good about himself. He saw Alan and Keo sitting on the couch watching a movie. “You guys are still awake?”
“Bro, how did you expect us to sleep?” Alan did a girlie voice pretending to be Sharna. “Oh, Val, I just love you sooo much.” He was over exaggerating.
Keo responded in his best Val imitation. “I just love you so much too Sharna. And I’m russian so I know how to love.”
Alan, in the same Sharna voice went to respond, “Ooo.-”
“Ok.” Val cut them off “A) Sharna sounds absolutely nothing like that.
B) I have never once said “oh I’m russian, I know how to love.” And C) we weren’t even talking loudly”
Alan grunted. “Yeah but you were doing something else loudly.”
Keo gave him a high five and laughed. “Oh bro.” He covered his mouth laughing.
“Laugh. Laugh away.” Val shook his head and laughed too. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow. I’m exhausted.”
“Yea. You must be, with all that-”
“Ok. Ok.” He waved them away and walked back to his room. He saw a message on his phone from Sharna. It read, “Tonight was amazing. I love you.”
“And I love you.” He added the kissing face emoji.
The rest of the tour went smoothly. Everyone was super happy with the buzz it produced. After their final bows they all headed back to the dressing room together. They were exchanging hugs and taking pictures, then the guys left and headed to get changed. Shortly after when everyone was dressed they all had begun making their way out of the venue and going their separate ways, not getting on the tour bus for the first time in months. Val was walking through the hallways when he saw Emma coming towards him. He pointed in the direction he was going and looked at her, “Sharna?”
She pointed behind her. “Still in the dressing room!”
“Thanks Em.” He walked towards the dressing room and knocked. “It’s Val.”
He heard her voice call him in. He saw her looking in the mirror wiping off her makeup. He moved behind her and wrapped his arms around her as he pressed a kiss into the crevice of her neck. He rested his head on her shoulder with his arms still around her, as she continued to take off her makeup. She looked at him and smiled. “So where are you headed now?”
“Well,” He stood up, walking next to her and turning around to lean against the counter. “I have just a little something planned for us.”
“Val, aren’t you tired?”
“That doesn’t change the fact that it’s Valentine’s Day. And the tour ending today is not going to stop me from sharing our first Valentine’s day together with you. And before you say anything, I called Woo. She’s taking care of Daisy and Duke. Tonight is for me and you. Away from the cameras and the spotlights. Just Val and Sharna.”
She smiled and shook her head. “Where are we going?”
“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”
“Val!”
“Uh nuh. I have been working very hard on this surprise. And I want it to be just that, a surprise.”
“Ok.” She gave him a light kiss and patted him on the chest. “Wait for me outside? I might have a present to wrap. Ya know.”
He smiled and turned around heading to the tour. “Serge brought my car here earlier, so I’ll go pull it up by the doors.”
“Gotcha.”
Ten minutes later, Sharna met him right outside the doors and slid into the passenger’s seat of the car. “OO. this is weird.” She bounced around a little bit.
“What is?”
“It’s just like. I’m actually your girlfriend.”
“As opposed to being fakely my girlfriend?”
“I just mean like I’m riding in your car as your girlfriend. We’re home and it’s still real.”
“It’s going to stay real.” He took her hand and held it, placing their joined hands in her lap. He put the car into drive and drove with his free hand out of the parking lot and towards their final destination. Later, after sitting in traffic for 25 minutes, they arrived at CBS Studios. Sharna looked up at the sign. “What are we doing at work?”
“You’ll see.”
They both got out of the car and headed to the doors. She went to open it and he stopped her. “Not yet.” He reached in his back pocket and pulled out a black blindfold.
“You’re blindfolding me?” he said in disbelief.
“It’s necessary under these conditions.” He smiled as he motioned for her to turn around. She did as he asked and he tied the blindfold over her eyes. He grabbed her hand and opened the door of the studio, leading her. “Val, I can’t see anything.”
“That’s the point.” He led her down the hallway and into the main ballroom. He moved them to the center and then let go of her hand, as he moved behind her untying the blindfold. She opened her eyes slowly and gasped.
The dance floor was bordered in candles and white sheets draped from the ceiling, in different areas of the ballroom. Each sheet, had it’s own projection on it. Videos of them dancing, videos of them laughing, pictures of them kissing, moments captured that went unnoticed.
“Oh. Val.” She put her hand to her chest as she walked around the ballroom looking at each moment. She stopped at the one of them with paparazzi, where she was signing autographs as he had his arm around her, teasing her about the bikini picture. “Oh my gosh. I remember this. I was with-”
“You were with Paul. And I might have had slight feelings there.”
“You were my best friend.”
“I’m still your best friend, except we kiss now.”
Sharna smiled and nodded as she continued looking up at the different moments of their lives. She stumbled upon their “Stay with Me” dance. “Oh. This dance. I loved it. Every minute of it.”
“You know that’s the first time we ever kissed?” He asked her.
“It was for dance.”
“It still meant something. To me at least.”
“To me too.” She walked over to him, where he was still standing in the middle of the floor. “How did you do all of this?”
“A few favors, a lot of phone calls. I needed to do something special for you.”
“This exceeds special.”
“You exceed special.”
She rested her hands on his face and kissed him. “You never cease to amaze me.”
“Come. There’s still more.” He took her hand and they walked to the edge of the dance floor. There were pillows and blankets, covered in rose petals. On one of the pillows was an envelope. Written on it in fancy lettering, it read. “Sharna.”
She opened it and inside was nothing but a flash-drive. She looked at him confused. “What’s this?”
“This.” He covered her hand which was holding the flash-drive “is something that I want you to keep. On it, is a message for you from me, but not a message to listen to now. A message for the future. You’ll know when is the right time to watch it. Save it.”
Sharna nodded and clenched it in her palm. She put it back in the envelope and sealed it, resting it with her stuff. Val once again took her hand and pulled her down to sit on the ground with him. She kissed him. But he broke from her. “One more thing for you.” He pulled his hand from behind his back revealing a long horizontal box. She looked at him. “Val!”
“Open it.”
She opened the box and revealed a necklace with a small diamond along with a silver “V” and a silver “S”. “Oh my god. It’s beautiful. Here, Put it on.” She handed him the necklace and lifted her hair.
He brought it in front of her and clasped it behind her neck. “It looks amazing.”
She kissed him again. “Ok, I have something for you.” She reached for the bag, which she had set there before. She handed it to him and spoke as he opened it, “It warrants explanation.”
He lifted the box out of the bag and undid the bow. He opened it and saw a David Yurman Anchor Amulet, hanging on a box chain. “Wow.”
“I picked it out because- Well it’s hard to explain. But I feel in a way, whenever anything gets out of hand, we always end up back with each other. We keep each other grounded, so we’re kind of like each other’s anchors.”
“I love it.” He took it out of the box and put it on around his neck. “ I love love love it.”
“I’m glad. There is also something else in there.” She pointed towards the bag. He lifted out a picture frame which encased a menu.
“Look at it babe.”
He looked at the menu and instantly got the joke. “This is the place where we-?”
“Yea. Thought it was kind of significant.”
Val laughed. “It’s perfect.” He set it aside and moved closer to her. She met his lips and let his tongue enter her mouth. He rolled her on her back and hovered over her. “Are we really going to do this? Here?”
“Mhm Hmm.”
“Val, we work here. We dance on this floor.”
“And your point?”
Sharna tried to think of one. “Forget it.”
2 hours later they were lying on the floor looking at the sheets still projecting the photos of them. She was cuddled under his arm and rested her hand on his chest. “This is just.”
“This is only one of the special things to come my love.”
“Can i ask you a question?” She tilted her head to look up at him.
“Sure.”
“So you know that you said that thing on the flashdrive?”
“Not gonna happen.”
Sharna laughed and buried her face in his side. “Worth the shot” She looked up at him again. “Did you think we would ever end up like this?”
“I knew we would.”
“How?”
“Because Shar, Love always wins.”
Sharna smiled thinking back to the conversation she had when deciding whether to take the leap of faith into the relationship. “Yeah, it does.”
Val kissed the top of her head. “Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.” ‘
“Happy Valentine’s Day babe.”
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NBA mock draft 2017: The Lakers finally zero in on Lonzo Ball at No. 2
Happy draft day, everyone. Here is our final mock before the 2017 NBA Draft.
The 2017 NBA Draft is finally here. After 12 months of hype, the players making up one of the most exciting draft classes in recent memory are about to learn where they will begin their pro careers.
There will be no drama at the top when the Philadelphia 76ers get on the clock. With the trade up to No. 1, the Sixers have zeroed in on Markelle Fultz to finally get the franchise out of the lottery and into the playoffs. The Lakers could throw a wrench into this mock draft with a surprise pick at No. 2, but it would be shocking if they actually passed on Lonzo Ball.
The rest of the top 10 falls nicely into place after that. Boston and Phoenix both need big wings with Jayson Tatum and Josh Jackson sitting right there. The whole NBA knows the Kings want De’Aaron Fox. What do the Knicks do at No. 8? It feels like they could go in any direction.
This is our final mock for the 2017 draft. Happy draft day, everyone.
1 Philadelphia 76ers - Markelle Fultz, G, Washington
Fultz is the total package for a guard. He has ideal size, a reliable shooting stroke from three-point range and a unique ability to create offense for himself and others out of the pick-and-roll. The trade up to No. 1 was a grand slam for Philly. If Joel Embiid can stay healthy and Ben Simmons reaches his potential, the 76ers suddenly have the brightest young trio in the NBA.
Here’s our first feature on Fultz as a high school player, from Dec. 8, 2015: Markelle Fultz went from JV to one of the best prep point guards in the country in 2 years
2. Los Angeles Lakers - Lonzo Ball, PG, UCLA
The Lakers’ decision to trade D’Angelo Russell clears the way for Lonzo Ball to be the second pick in the draft. Ball possesses a gifted basketball mind to go along with deep shooting range and great size for a lead guard at 6’6. A year ago, UCLA was one of the most disappointing programs in the country before Ball transformed them into the greatest show in the sport. Don’t bet against him having a similar impact on the Lakers eventually.
Our first Ball feature from the 2016 McDonald’s All-American Game: Basketball has never seen a player like superstar recruit Lonzo Ball
3. Boston Celtics - Jayson Tatum, SF, Duke
Tatum offers classic go-to scoring ability on the wing. He has great size (6’8), advanced footwork and an array of moves that are developed beyond his years. It’s fair to wonder if Tatum is a bit of a ball stopper who struggles to make his teammates better, but the fit with the Celtics should help mitigate that problem. Brad Stevens has a way of getting his teams to play together. Now he’s going to have an incredible offensive talent on the wing to push his group to the next level.
Our first Tatum feature, from July 9, 2015: 5-star recruit Jayson Tatum has the basketball world in the palm of his hand
4. Phoenix Suns - Josh Jackson, SF, Kansas
Jackson seemed likely to go the 76ers at No. 3 before the trade with the Celtics. Now he should be there for Phoenix at No. 4, where he looks like a perfect fit with the Suns’ young roster. Jackson is simply the type of player who helps you win: he’s a great athlete, ruthless competitor and unselfish when the ball is in his hands. If the young front court of Marquese Chriss and Dragan Bender can come into its own, the Suns will suddenly have a great collection of diverse talent.
Our first Jackson feature, from Oct. 6, 2015: Josh Jackson is the blue-chip recruit who could be a college superstar right now
5. Sacramento Kings - De’Aaron Fox, PG, Kentucky
Fox turned in the most memorable individual performance of the college basketball season when he dominated Lonzo Ball in the Sweet 16. He’s known for his blinding speed, his ability to get to the rim and his tenacity on both ends. The Kings need a point guard, but even more than that they need a new face of the franchise. Fox checks both boxes.
6. Orlando Magic - Jonathan Isaac, F, Florida State
What makes Isaac unique is his ability to impact the game without demanding the ball be in his hands. He is a phenomenal defensive talent as a versatile forward who can slide his feet with guards and protect the rim like a big man. His offensive skill set is raw, but he has a nice face-up jumper (35 percent from three) and will bring value as a cutter.
7. Minnesota Timberwolves - Lauri Markkanen, PF, Arizona
Markkanen is an elite shooter at 7-feet tall with an ultra quick release. That should help open up driving lanes for Andrew Wiggins, Zach LaVine and even Karl-Anthony Towns. Think of him as a bigger Ryan Anderson. He’ll need to add strength and improve defensively.
8. New York Knicks - Frank Ntilikina, PG, France
If the draft breaks the way I think it’s going to, the Knicks have the most interesting decision of the top-10. Malik Monk, Dennis Smith Jr. and Frank Ntilikina are all great prospects in their own right. You can argue Knicks can’t go wrong with whoever they chose — though surely they will try. I’m putting Ntilikina here because he feels like the best fit for Phil Jackson’s beloved Triangle offense. He’s not going to break you down off the dribble like Smith or catch fire as often as Monk, but he’s the longest and most intriguing defensive prospect of the bunch. He reminds me of a young George Hill.
9. Dallas Mavericks - Dennis Smith Jr., PG, NC State
Smith is a mega-athlete at point guard who is at his best attacking the basket. Throw him in a spread pick-and-roll offense surrounded by Nerlens Noel, Dirk Nowitzki and Harrison Barnes, and he should be immediately successful.
10. Sacramento Kings - Malik Monk, SG, Kentucky
Someone is going to fall to No. 10. If it’s Monk, he’ll be set for a reunion with Fox to keep the Lexington-to-Sacramento pipeline alive. Monk isn’t a perfect fit with a similar player in Buddy Hield already on the roster, but he’s too talented to pass up at this point. We’re like a year away from John Calipari accepting a godfather offer to become the new emperor of the Kings.
Our first Monk feature, from July 21, 2015: 5-star recruit Malik Monk wants to be more than a mixtape legend
11. Charlotte Hornets - Luke Kennard, G, Duke
The Hornets have Dwight Howard now. It's been nearly a decade since the peak of the late 2000s Magic teams that starred Howard with shooters all around him, but why not attempt to run it all back? Luke Kennard went to Duke nearby and might be the best shooting prospect in the draft.
12. Detroit Pistons - Donovan Mitchell, G, Louisville
Reggie Jackson’s future in Detroit is uncertain at best. Can Mitchell be the Pistons’ point guard of the future? It’s possible. While he typically played off the ball at Louisville, Mitchell has the length and athleticism to overwhelm opposing guards defensively. He isn’t a natural ball handler or shooter, but he did hit 37 percent of his threes as a sophomore. More than anything, he feels like a Stan Van Gundy type of player.
13. Denver Nuggets - OG Anunoby, F, Indiana
The Nuggets have a pair of budding offensive talents in Nikola Jokic (already a star) and Jamal Murray (looked good as a rookie). Now they need a strong defensive presence to tie the lineup together. Anunoby can be exactly that. He’s a strong, long-armed defender who should be a great fit for Denver at the four once he recovers the ACL he tore in January.
14. Miami Heat - John Collins, PF, Wake Forest
Collins led all DI college basketball players in PER this season thanks to efficient inside scoring and incredible rebounding. There are questions about his shooting range and lateral quickness, but it’s hard to ignore that type of production.
15. Portland Trail Blazers - Zach Collins, C, Gonzaga
Collins could go as high as No. 10 in this draft, but there’s usually one player who falls out of the lottery every year. There’s a lot to like about his game: a combination of shot blocking and perimeter offensive skill, namely. By the end of the season, he might have been the best player on Gonzaga’s first ever Final Four team.
16. Chicago Bulls - Justin Jackson, SF, North Carolina
If Jackson is available, recent history would suggest he’ll be the Bulls’ pick at No. 16. Chicago’s front office has long favored veteran college players from winning programs who improved over time. In that sense, Jackson is similar to the Bulls’ first rounder from last year, former Michigan State senior Denzel Valentine. If Jackson’s not around, the Bulls could go in any direction. Texas’ Jarrett Allen or Creighton’s Justin Patton seem like strong possibilities.
17. Milwaukee Bucks - D.J. Wilson, F, Michigan
Wilson enters this draft looking like a boom-or-bust selection. He wasn’t all that productive at Michigan until the end of his junior season, but there’s a lot to like about his physical tools. Namely: at 6’10, 240 lbs. with a 7’3 wingspan, Wilson offers a rare combination of shooting and rim protection. If everything clicks in the NBA, he could be a major sleeper in this draft.
18. Indiana Pacers - T.J. Leaf, PF, UCLA
Leaf hit a scalding 46 percent of his three-pointers playing next to Lonzo Ball at UCLA. The only issue is that he didn’t do it at a high volume, canning only 27 threes all season. If his efficiency can maintain as his volume rises, he deserves to be a lottery pick. He’ll have to answer a lot of questions defensively either way.
19. Atlanta Hawks - Jarrett Allen, C, Texas
The Hawks just gave away Dwight Howard, so a center at No. 19 makes a lot of sense. Patton and Allen are arguably the two top available talents at the position. Allen’s superior defensive potential gives him the advantage here.
20. Portland Trail Blazers - Ike Anigbogu, C, UCLA
Anigbogu profiles as a classic rim protector who can set screens and catch lobs on the offensive end. That’s a dimension Portland doesn’t have right now with Jusuf Nurkic.
21. Oklahoma City Thunder - Derrick White, G, Colorado
It’s wild to think White anyone played one year of D1 ball at Colorado. He has a complete skill set for a guard: he can shoot, pass and handle with enough size and athleticism to play either backcourt spot. I see him as a player who could eventually either play next to or backup Russell Westbrook.
22. Brooklyn Nets - Harry Giles, C, Duke
Giles is the perfect pick for a team that has multiple selections in the first round and needs to swing for the fences. He was the former No. 1 high school player in the country before repeated knee injuries took a toll on his production at Duke. If he can get and stay healthy, hopefully he can still fulfill the potential so many scouts saw in him as a prep star.
23. Toronto Raptors - Semi Ojeleye, F, SMU
Ojeleye has three level scoring ability in a ridiculously strong 6’6 frame with a 40-inch vertical. There are questions about if he has the lateral quickness to defend threes or the length to play the four, but he’s skilled enough to carve out a role either way.
24. Utah Jazz - Tyler Lydon, PF, Syracuse
Lydon hit 40 percent of his threes over two years of college ball at Syracuse. There’s a spot in the first round for a front court shooter like that.
25. Orlando Magic - Terrance Ferguson, SG, Adelaine
Ferguson is this draft’s top high school player who decided to go overseas instead of play college basketball. He has great size (6’7) for a two guard with a nice shooting stroke and impressive athleticism. Scouts will question his feel for the game and his ability to break down defenders off the dribble. At this point in the draft, he’s a good gamble for the Magic.
26. Portland Trail Blazers - Kyle Kuzma, F, Utah
Kuzma is a big 6’9 forward who is comfortable making decisions with the ball in his hands. Portland could use a different dimension at the four and Kuzma’s combination of size and feel for the game would offer it.
27. Los Angeles Lakers - Justin Patton, C, Creighton
Patton could legitimately go in the lottery. He’s an athletic center who can run the floor, score around the basket and is just starting to scratch the surface of his skill level. It feels like there’s one player like that who falls every year. Skal Labissiere is the patron saint.
28. Los Angeles Lakers - Wesley Iwundu, SF, Kansas State
If Iwundu’s jumper comes around, he’s going to have a long NBA career. He’s a 6’7 wing with good defensive potential and impressive passing ability.
29. San Antonio Spurs - Anzejs Pasecniks, C, Latvia
A 7’3 center who can shoot? He feels like one of the biggest sleepers in this draft. Of course the Spurs get him.
30. Utah Jazz - Frank Jackson, G, Duke
Jackson is an athletic 6’3 guard who can hit jumpers off the dribble. He didn’t get the opportunity to show everything he can do at Duke, but he has the talent to carve out an NBA career. He also grew up in Utah. It’s a nice note to end on.
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