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I was scrolling through funny pet names from 2023 and realized I have mentioned the names of two of my pets before, but not the batshit crazy one I never have a good explanation for.
Damian and his sister were stray kittens my brother found at work. He gave me Damian and kept Scout and they are both spoiled, cuddly little terrors.
Dennis the Menace, who recently passed, was our oldest dog we'd ever had. He was 19, insisted on sleeping with his blankets made up in a nest and flatly refused to stop eating dry kibble. We had to mix it into his wet food or he'd get angry.
This is Thomas and he hoots. He knows how to bark. He just prefers to make hooting sounds to get your attention when he's excited.
And, last but not least, the dog I use as my pfp.
This is Tig. Except, that's not really his name, just what he responds to, because it's easier to call him by his initials. His real name is Tungsten Inert Gas.
#funny pets#pet names#funny pet names#funny cat#dogs#i only named two of them#that last pic isn't how he normally looks#he was just running in the sprinkler
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lol original anon heređI wasnât at all referring to the sir or maâam or even politeness thing. I guess a better way to put it would be like⌠I was wondering if there was some reason you donât usually write Bakugo as the fun parent. Cuz he gets home to u decorating cookies so ig im wondering about what fun stuff do you think he initiates with the kids? When hes not working ofc.
Anyway sorry to cause this whole mess, I hope u donât feel like I was trying to ⌠undermine your choices
OHHHHHH like fun stuff !!! okay !!! hmm hmm !! well tbh i think the unfortunate reality of him having kiddos would be that he's still working a lot, regardless 𼺠it's such a difficult topic i think i just avoid it LOL but anyway !! i usually write us as doing the things with the little bugs bc i just imagine that we're at home a little bit more than he is, or at least have a more flexible schedule that allows to us go out and do things, or pick up gingerbread houses from the store or board games or whatever !!
as far as what he does with them.....hmm.....ykw i think this stumps me a little too bc. i guess i'm just wondering aloud here whatâhis view of fun would be for a kiddo ?? bc what i feel like we predominantly see of his childhood, he wasn't with his parents, he was leading his lil bully group LMAO hmm. and idk !! was katsuki getting taken to the zoo and the waterpark ?? or was he training his quirk ?? like what WAS fun for him, at that age ?? at what point in his life would he define what is traditionally "fun" for children ??
i think, when he has time, he's just very hands-on with ??? like he's pushing the couch a little out of the way in the living room and the kiddos are tag-team wrestling him on the floor LOL orâ
pause. another thought. i also think it would be hard to do anything public with his family bc i think he's very private with them !! so days out are maybe very minimal ! bc he doesn't want to draw attention !!
âanyway, i can imagine him taking the family on a lake getaway trip somewhere, and they're swimming together and he's teaching his littlest bug how to move around with their life vest and hoisting the older one up in the air and throwing them as far as he can in the water LOL do you know what i mean !!! i think his love language is justâbeing there. that's fun for him. just getting to be involved in any way. i don't imagine him as the one bringing the gingerbread house home bc i think he's working a lot, but when he does get home, he's tossing the kids around for a minute before letting his daughter sit in his lap so she can finish working on hers. do you know what i mean !!! does that make sense !!!
also you didn't even cause a mess whatsoever !!! i think a different anon started the conversation anyway and it was a fun convo to have !!! omg no worries !!
#i dont think it's that he doesnt *want* to initiate the fun things with him; he just doesnt always get the chance !!!#and he doesntâreally think ??? to go out and buy painting supplies or to play barbies or pull out a board game ????#like. he's joining them on the trampoline and double-jumping them or setting the sprinkler up in the back yard#for them to run around and play with when it's hot#blasting them with the waterhose LOL#i think he likes being a homebody but he in a way has to be ??#cw children#âż ask willow#âż theme: dad bakugou
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#when we dream we dream of the old world of rain of bathtubs of soap suds of clean skin of swimming pools running through sprinklers in the -#-summer of washing machines of the distant sea which may just be a dream#âi love youâ it is hard for me to because sometimes it doesnât seem like it is enough#found family navigating how to run a business and keep their passion of making video games alive#adored the writing style in this and how it didnt stick to one âshtickâ#like the small moment when the nurse imagined their relationships#i loved âshe was pretty all the time but she was beautiful in loveâ#i was on sadieâs side for every single argument lol#I WANT TO PLAY ICHIGO SO BADLY#marxâs death was so terrible i feel a pain in my chest#its been a long time since iâve felt this bad for a fictional death#HE WOULD KNOW HER HANDWRITING ANYWHERE#8/10#books :)#read if you want something tender & donât mind violence
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LTES GO LESBIANS
#josie is sk strong ogmygod#BEAT THEIR ASSES GO GIRLS GO GAYS#SHE JUST STABBED A GUY WAIT WHOA#GO CHEERLEADERS GO HAZEL GO ISABEL GO JOSIE GO BRITTANY#spooky liveblogs (kind of)#jeffs gonna think hes in love with josie now isnt he yup hes goin in for the kiss dude shes gay#and you're a loser like sort your shit out first#theyre covered in so much blood i know that awakened something in somebody go lesbians go#so they were just gonna have sprinklers running mid game??? like what is up with this school#THIS IS THE VIKING WAY
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The Nanny | E.M x f!reader
Anon requested :I have an idea for a smut for Eddie. Okay, so the reader is like a babysitter for Eddie, so the reader takes a video of playing with Eddieâs kid and sends it to him. When Eddie watches the video, however, Eventually, his eyes are only on the reader; he becomes attracted to the reader and gets stiff. But the reader did this on purpose for that reason, and so when Eddie gets home, his kid is asleep, and itâs just him and the reader, and they start to get intimate, and one thing leads to another âŚ
Wc: 2.9k
Cw: smut, oral (f&m receving), p in v, unprotected sex, pull and pray
When you got the job about a year ago, you were out of school and desperate for a full-time job to pay the bills. You saw his ad for a live-in Nanny in the paper and jumped at the opportunity.
When you started this nannying business, you never thought you would fall for the handsome dad who hired you.
The family you learned was a father and daughter. Eddie was a widower. His wife had died five years previously, and he had a seven-year-old little girl.
Eddie was a dedicated manager and owner of a construction company in town. His hours were unpredictable, so he asked for your help getting his daughter, Charlotte, ready for school in the early mornings and picking her up. To accommodate your assistance, Eddie has constructed a small house in his backyard for you to stay in, providing you with your own space.
During the year you spent with Charlotte, you formed a deep bond with her, and she became your favourite person. You both shared numerous activities, such as shopping, getting your nails done, having sleepovers, and attending her dance classes.
You supported her at every recital and never missed her soccer games, even when Eddie couldn't attend. Your time with Charlotte became an irreplaceable part of your life.
Your relationship with Eddie grew as the year went on. You became more attracted to him. He was so charming, funny, and handsome. He made you feel welcomed like you were part of the family��the family you wished was real.
Eddie has been away for the last few days; he will be home this evening, but you still wanted to send him some updates about Charlotte. You sent him a video of you guys at the community pool. She loved swimming, and you couldnât help but want to flirt. Did you wear this specific bathing suit so he would see it? Yes. You canât help but want to get his attention, to have him look at you the way you look at him.
You were on the splash pad, and thought it would be cute to show a video of you and Charlotte running through the sprinkler. You set up your phone against the wall for balance and click record. You and her squealed as the water was cold on your bare skin. You were smiling and laughing together the whole time. You hoped Eddie found it cuteâŚ
Eddie was in the airport lounge when he received a notification on his phone. He smiled when he saw that your contact had disrupted his podcast.
He paused his show and swiped to see what you had sent him. The video began with a scene of Charlotte, soaked and jumping up and down, with her two missing front teeth visible. Eddie smirked at the sight. He loved his baby; he missed her so much. The video continues, and when you come into the shot, his eyes widen as he watches you run toward Charlotte. His eyes can't help but stare. Your ass bounced as you ran back towards his daughter; your tight bathing suit clung to your every curve. The sight of your body so exposed, your wet skin glistening in the sun, Eddie couldnât help but feel his excitement start to grow.
You giggled and laughed as you picked her up and ran with her through the water. Your smile was so genuine, and Eddie hated that he had developed an attraction to you other than liking your personality.
When the video finished, you sent another text, but this time, it was not what Eddie had expected. When he clicked back to the chat, he almost dropped his phone because he was so shocked. Right under the wholesome video of you and Charlotte was a picture of you lying on your bed, hand draped across your naked chest.
He was looking around. To make sure nobody else saw what he was looking at, he opened the photo, and he could see more of your bare skin than he ever thought possible.
Flustered and confused, Eddie didnât know what to make of this. Did you mean to send it by accident? Was this meant for someone else? The thought of it supposed to be for someone else sent a pang of jealousy through Eddieâs chest.
The overhead speaker saying the fight Eddie was supposed to be boarding was what snapped him out of his thoughts. The whole flight would feel extra long now that this would be all Eddie would think about. He couldnât get home fast enough.
Eddie never replied to your video and didnât respond to the picture you decided to take for him. Youâre unsure what came over you, but you wanted a clear message. You didnât think the video would do anything, so you got bold.
You started to regret your decision about the picture. Maybe you will lose your job. Perhaps you could play it off as an accident, pretending you didnât know you had sent it to him.
It didnât matter because it had been hours, and Eddie would be home any minute.
Trying to ignore the feeling of panic by distracting yourself by cooking dinner, you hear the front door click open.
âHoney, Iâm home,â Eddieâs deep voice rings through the front hallway. Your stomach turns upside down at the sound of his voice.
âIn here,â you try to keep your voice calm. Maybe he hasnât seen it yet.
âDaddy!â Charlotte leaps off the kitchen chair and charges her way to her father. Heâs been gone three days, the longest he has ever been away.
âHi, handsome.â You smile as Eddie makes an appearance with Charlotte in his arms.
âH-hi,â he stutters, and his cheeks are a rose pink. He totally saw the photos.
âDinner is almost ready,â you say, turning back to the stove, trying to hide your awkwardness about what youâve done.
Eddie cleared his throat and took a seat as though nothing had happened. However, his mind was racing. He wanted to discuss it with you but didnât know how to approach the situation.
Dinner was okay. You both tried to ignore the elephant in the room for Charlotteâs sake. You asked him questions about the trip, and he asked what you guys got up to. You let Charlotte do most of the talking. She eventually got bored and asked to watch a movie with both of you.
The tension could be cut with a knife as you and Eddie stole glances at one another while Charlotte was obviously enthralled by the princess singing about love in the big flatscreen.
After another hour and a half of torture, Charlotte passed out on her fatherâs shoulder. He smirks and says heâs putting her to bed and you stand to clean up the mess that was left in the kitchen after dinner.
A few minutes after watching the dishes, Eddie returns to the kitchen.
âYou donât have to clean; youâve been on the clock for three days straight; I can take over. You sit and have a drink, relax.â He approaches you from behind.
âI donât mind; youve been travelling all day; itâs my job to take care of you.â You look over your shoulder to see Eddie much closer than you thought.
âNo, itâs your job to take care of Charlotte.â He raises a brow.
âWhat if I like taking care of you?â you drop the clean fork into the right side of the sink with all the other clean dishes.
âSweetheart, about thatâŚâ
âYes?â You turn excitedly.
âI um-you- I saw something.â Eddie didnât know how to approach this. He sees you looking at him with hopeful eyes as you bite your lip. His heart fluttered in his chest when he saw the look on your face.
âI wanted you to see it.â You boldly admit.
âYou- uh? What sweetheart?.â He asked, dumbfounded.
âDid you like it?â You take a small step forward, testing the waters.
Eddie visibly tenses. He knows this is wrong, he knows he shouldnât be attracted to his kidsâ nanny, but heâs also only a manâa man who has been crushing on you like he was back in high school.
âThis is wrongâ
âWhy? It didnât have to be?â You trail a flirtatious finger down his chest.
Eddie inhales sharply, and he canât help his attraction to you take over.
âBecause youâre you, and Iâm your boss-â
âCharlotte is my boss,â you giggle and bat your eyes.
âSweetheart,â he sighs.
âEddie, I donât want to keep pretending that there isnât something between us. I canât pretend any longer.â
âSweetheartâŚâ
âPlease tell me itâs not just all in my head. All those late nights after we put Charlotte to bed, how we seek one another out even if Charlotte is not around, I see the way you look at me.â
Your face and Eddieâs were mere inches apart. Your lips were so close that Eddie was leaning in against his better judgment, but he wanted you so badly. You were right; there was an undeniable connection between the two of you, and Eddie didnât want to ignore it either.
âPlease, tell me Iâm not crazy,â you whispered.
âYouâre anything but sweetheart,â Eddie whispered back before closing the gap between you.
His soft lips formed with yours like they were made to be together.
You wrapped your hands around Eddieâs neck, pulling him in closer.
The sensation of his mouth on you went straight to your core. You needed him so badly.
Naturally, you slid your hands down his torso, up under his shirt, signalling for him to take it off; you needed to feel his skin; you kissed him like it was the last time you ever would kiss him.
You slid your hands down to his belt buckle, undoing it at a speed that wasnât fast enough.
âPlease, Eddie, I need you; let me make you feel good.â
âSweetheart, you canât just say things like that to me.â Eddie groans.
âPlease, I need this; Iâve wanted this for so long, I canât-â You both were so desperate, his pants couldnât come off fast enough.
With a soft thwap, his jeans hit the kitchen floor, and you sink down to your knees.
âFuck sweetheart, you look so beautiful like this.â he grips your chin before slipping his thumb in your mouth for you to suck on.
You slide your tongue along his rough, working hands, and he watches with lust burning in his eyes. You pop his thumb out of your mouth and replace it with the head of his cock. His thick shaft was heavy in your grip as you took more of him while not breaking eye contact. The weight of his cock resting in your mouth made you drool.
âFuuuuuck, good girl.â Eddieâs breath became erratic.
Your eyes started watering as you tried taking him all the way down your throat, but Eddie was big.
Your breathing became shallow, but you were in heaven.
âYou ok, sweetheart?â Heâs looking down at you, a hand cupped on the back of your head, trying to resist the urge to thrust into your mouth as he hits the back of your throat.
You bob your head back slowly as you nod yes. You were finally able to catch your breath, drool coming out of your mouth as you pumped his cock in and out of your slick mouth.
Eddie couldnât believe this was happening; not twelve hours ago, he was in a different state, jacking off to this fantasy of you on your knees.
He pulled you back up to kiss him, your pussy was throbbing, and the pulse that went directly to your clit was screaming for attention.
Moaning your name Eddie pushed you back so your ass was against the kitchen island, and you saw the hunger in his eyes.
He helps you jump onto the white marble countertop with quick hands.
âBaby, please.â An involuntary whimper came from your mouth, and he went in for another kiss, hands roaming from your inner thigh up until it reached your pussy.
âOh baby,â he said the second he truly felt how wet you were for him.
Kissing down your neck, leaving purple bruises in his wake, not giving a care in the world right now about visible hickeys, he crept lower and lower until he was kneeling between your legs, forcing your knees open.
He stared into your heat.
âDonât worry, Iâll take care of you.â He spoke, not breaking eye contact with your wet pussy.
He leaned in; he started with soft kitten licks to your clit with the tip of his tongue, gentle and delicate, before he took long deep strokes off his tongue, tasting every inch of you. Eddie moaned at your tase; he wanted to consume you, to make you feel so good you forget about every man before him.
The tickle of his beard was grounding you. This was actually happening.
âOh!â You cry but quickly cup your hand over your mouth, remembering Char was upstairs.
With Eddieâs face pressed into your cunt your orgasm was quickly approaching. You couldnât resist it anymore; your hips started gyrating into his face, and you needed more.
âEddie, please,â you whimpered.
âYou want more, sweetheart?â he pulls away and replaced his mouth with his index finger, slowly stroking up and down your weeping slit.
âYes, Eddie, please.â
âThatâs my good girl, asking so nicely,â he said, grinning up at you before standing.
With his hard cock in hand, he rubbed his tip up and down your slit gathering your juices so he could split into you nice and easy.
At this point, you were so turned on you couldnât think, moaning out as he slowly stretched you open, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Inch by inch, the pleasure mixed with the burn of the stretch was so good, too good.
âThatâs it, sweetheart, fuckinâ taking me so well.â He slipped inside of you until you felt the tickle of his pubes against your clit.
You hadnât even realized he was talking to you, cock drunk off the feeling you were so close, and he hardly started.
Incoherent muffled moans filled the empty kitchen as Eddie's cock quickly started to pump in and out of you, hitting your sweet spot on each thrust.
You didnât stand a chance, as he had your legs over your shoulders, ankles rolling. He gripped the backs of your calves to hold your legs as wide as they could go.
With each thrust, the pleasure became more and more, your back arching up into the feeling of him filling you up.
The feeling in your belly started to build until he unexpectedly pulled you off the counter, walked you over to the couch, and flipped you so you were on all fours.
Once you were spread open for him, he started thrusting harder.
âOh god! There! Please donât stop!â You screamed into the couch cushions.
It was so good your hands gave out, your cheek pressing into the brown leather, only making your ass stick out more for him.
He spreads your cheeks to watch how your greedy pussy swollen his cock each time.
A slap comes down hard on your ass as he pounds into you; you moan out with pleasure. Another smack on the other cheek to even things out.
Heâs going at a pace that makes your head spin; his fingers gripped into your hips so rough youâre sure there will be bruising tomorrow.
The noises that are coming out of you are inhuman; you donât even recognize yourself; he was so big, you were so full, it was too good.Â
âshhhhhh, sweetheart, we need to be quiet.â He wraps a hand around your face to cup your mouth to muffle the moans, but that only makes it hotter, so you cry about again. You couldnât talk; each thrust was getting deeper and deeper at the angle he was holding you in.
Each thrust was building up the coil in your stomach. You were so close when he started rubbing your clit, and you couldnât take it anymore.
âIâm close,â you seethe through gritted teeth.
âCome, sweetheart, come on my cock.â You were already seeing stars before he finished talking; your body shook, clenching down so tight on his cock while your orgasm filled your body.
âOh god, yes, baby, milk this cock so goodâ Your pussy gripped down so hard on his cock that he almost wasnât able to pull out in time.
You feel his warm seed on your back as his orgasm shoots through him.
Dazed and all fucked out, you roll over to see Eddie beaming down at you after he cleaned you up a little bit.
âHi, sweetheart.â Eyes glazed over, you manage a
âHi,â you giggle.
You curled into his neck, leaving soft kisses and kitten licks; you couldnât help yourself; your boyfriend was just so hot.Â
âI think we have a lot of catching up to do,â he throws you over his shoulder. âEddie, put me down,â you giggle, getting a full view of his bare ass in front of your face. He runs you to his bedroom; you know it is going to be a long night.Â
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x y/n#Eddie Munson x you#Eddie Munson smut#single!dad Eddie Munson#daddy eddie munson#dad!eddie munson#dad!eddie munson x reader#daddy!eddie Munson x reader#eddie Munson fluff#eddie munson request#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson concept#eddie munson fan fic#eddie munson
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Soaked @Sonic
"Aaaugh, hey! What was that for, ya jerk!"
#It's being submerged that starts to scare him#He takes showers and runs in sprinklers and gets sprayed with Super Soakers just fine
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yesterday while feverish i wrote about how boats can moor next to each other like pigeons, cooing with the gentle rap of water against their hull. you once said that that the way i see things - birds in the water, feathers in marina paint - was "childish and naive." you said i'd been misdiagnosed - "it can't all be adhd. you might be just kind of stupid and lazy."
i still do certain things like how you taught me - turn the pillow case inside out before putting it on. drive defensively. hate myself entirely.
the prompt for this poem is "mahler's fifth." i wish it wasn't, but mahler's fifth was our song. it ended up in my book. every person that knows your name has promised me they'll give you one swift rabbit punch, right to the face. dean read the book and showed up on my front porch, drenched in sweat from running the 8 miles at 4 in the morning. he was shaking. pacifist and gentle - he works with children - i'd never seen him furious. a punch isn't going to do it, he said, and then said i'm sorry. i had to come to see if you were okay.
mahler's fifth was mine first, like my girlhood. i like the way each movement piles onto the next movement, each instrument bleeding into the next. i like the horn version the best. before i met you, i danced to it on grass still-wet from sprinklers.
later you would tell me that the way you heard it was somehow better. you understood something in it that i couldn't quite wrap my fingers into. once, on our anniversary, you asked the classical music radio station to play it for us. we missed hearing it because we were fighting. one of the things people get wrong about abuse is that sometimes victims are, like, brutally aware of the stupidity of our situation. what do you mean that you thought i wasn't good enough for you? you? you're just... nothing.
sometimes people can pull the poetry out of your life. i watched my words become clothesline, and then thin out into kite twine. i watched you chew through every good syllable of me. so many good songs and places and moments were ruined. i am glad you didn't like most of my music - less to tie back to you.
but still mahler's fifth. the music swells, and i am 21 and throwing up in a bathroom on my birthday. a woman i will later refer to as lesbian jesus runs a cool hand down my back, her perfect pantsuit starch-pressed. she told me to leave you. she said - and this is true, and not an invention of rhyme or fantasy - i'm you from the future.
i am 22, and i got home from an award ceremony, and i remember you telling me - you act so proud of yourself when you're actually so fucking embarrassing. i took you to disney world. you took my virginity. i gave up visiting spain for a week with my family - i instead choose you, to spend the time just-cuddling. you called it "our fuck week." the music swells. it probably should have been a red flag that for about 3 years - i just gave up on crying. my grandfather died and you said nothing. my uncle died and you ghosted me for 3 weeks. you said i need to protect myself from your ongoing tragedy.
every so often i come back to the memory of one of our last afternoons in person. i had just told you that i wasn't going to law school, despite the free ride - i was going to join a creative writing program. master's in fine arts. i was going to finally do it - i was going to follow my dreams. this blog was already internet-famous. however reluctantly, i would occasionally refer to myself as a poet. i got into umass amherst's writing program for fiction authors. it is one of the the top 5 programs in the country.
wait are you seriously considering actually attending that? dumbfounded, you turned completely towards me in your seat. for the 3rd time in our relationship, you almost crashed the car. you actually want to be a writer?
the first time i went viral, it was for a poem i wrote about you:
he wants to say i love you but keeps it to goodnight because love will take some falling and she's afraid of heights.
every time i see that, i want to throw up. you weren't in love with me, you were in love with the control you had over me. a little truth though: i am afraid of heights. you caught a rabbitgirl and skinned her alive.
mahler's fifth still makes me sick.
give me that back. give me back music. give me back everything i had before you. give me back fearlessness. give me back bravery. give me back a scarless body.
give me back what you took from me.
#nosebleed club#sorry stephen not ur fault#just like. thinking#writeblr#spilled ink#warm up#every time nat is like - oh let me get that for u#im like .... this is a trick right like ur gonna be mean now bc u did something nice rn#so obviously if ur being nice now either u did something mean and im about to learn about it#or you're going to BE mean#or ur gonna hold this over my head forever and i'll never get a nice thing ever again?#and every time nat is like .... babe i just actually like u#lesbian jesus story is 100% real btw. she also told me not to be an event planner#literally changed the shape of my life
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Canât get Firefighter Miguel out of my head because of the Miggy discord.
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Imagine youâre trying to get into baking or something and youâre not used to your oven AT ALL.
Cherry pies? Ruined.
Apple fritters? Apple crisps.
Chocolate chip cookies? Charcoal chip cookies.
Brownies? More like burnt brownie brittle.
Your process would be going so well until it was time to actually put your dessert in the oven and it was like your oven plotted against you.
You set the right temperatures. You pre-heated. You even placed things in the right part of the oven. How is it that everything goes wrong?
The only desserts that saw the light of day were the no-bake ones. Youâre not sure how much more no-bake cheesecake you could take anymore.
The day that really sets it off is the day that you attempted to make a simple vanilla birthday cake. Your friendâs birthday was coming soon and you wanted to gift her one of those cute bento cakes.
Your icing is finished and delicious. Youâve been practicing the decorations all week and they were pretty cute! The cake just a few more minutes left to bake, then you could take it out to chill.
As youâre piping a bag of baby pink icing, you look up to see that the room is a little foggy. You turn in a panic and notice puffs creeping from the oven.
âNo, no, no!!!â you cry as you turn to open it.
You canât do anything but cough as a ton of smoke hits you in the face.
Your cake on fire. Orange and yellow light illuminating the oven.
You panic as the fire seems to grow brighter once it hits the air.
âOh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god!â
Where was your fire extinguisher? You tried fanning at fire with a towel, but to no avail. You couldnât even get to the knobs to switch the oven off.
You step back, terrified. You felt like sobbing watching the flames take over. Why arenât the sprinklers on?
By the time you run out of your house, the fire alarm decides it can sing its tune. You call 911 with a shaky voice, hoping they can get here faster than your alarm decided to make itself known.
You stand outside peeking through your eyes as you could see the flames grow near your kitchen window.
Thankfully the firetruck makes it in time, the firefighters working quick to get inside.
One of them asks is anyone else inside and you shake your head no, thankful that it was just you.
It doesnât take long for them to put it out and come back outside.
âAre you ok?,â one of them comes to ask you. You look up to this tall, dark, and handsome man. Heâs sweating a bit obviously from the summer heat and the fire as he takes his helmet off. His hair is curly and dripping. You ogle him a bit, watching his chest move up and down.
âDo we need to call you an ambulance?â he says, placing a heavy hand on your shoulder.
âOh! No! So sorry, Iâm still a littleâŚwinded from everything,â you say, embarrassed.
âOk, well as long as youâre fine. Do you mind telling me what you were doing?â he asks.
You cast your eyes down. Here was such a fine man standing before you and you had on pajamas and a frilly maid apron with flour splattered on top.
âI was trying to make a birthday cake. As we can see, it completely failed,â you reply. âI donât know what happened. I followed every instruction. The oven was set at 350 degrees.â
He tilted his head at you as you whined away.
âIs this the first time that something like this has happen?â
You shake your head no, âThis is the 3rd burnt dessert in a week.â
âHm. Well Iâll have the crew here check it out.â
An hour and some change later, one of the firefighters tells you and the tall glass of water, who learn is a captain named Miguel, that you have a damaged gas line.
âYouâre really lucky that you were only getting blackened sugar. One more cake and that could have been the end,â Miguel says to you with hand on his hip and another on your shoulder. âAnd also, never open the oven if thereâs a fire. If this happens again, turn the oven off and wait until it dies down.â
You felt your head nodding, heart beating at how awkward everything felt.
Miguel looked down at you again, âDo you have anywhere you can stay over night? Or until I can get someone up here to get this gas fixed?â
âMy grandma lives a couple of streets down,â you say, cheeks heated at his intense eye contact.
âTell you what, how about you settle there for the night and Iâll come back personally to help you grab your belongings tomorrow morning?â
âThat would be amazing! Thank you so much. Iâm sorry for all of this,â you gesture to your house.
âIt happens. Nothing you did here was your fault. Besides, Iâm the captain. Fighting fires is what I do. Now, how about a ride in the truck to your grandmaâs?â
You feel giddy when he practically pulls you in the truck. No seats are left so you have to settle for sitting on Miguelâs lap, heartbeat racing.
The other firefighters try to hide their smirks and snickers watching their captain hold you so softly in his arms. One big bump in the road has you clinging to him to not fall off.
You straighten back up, embarrassed by the little slip. Miguel chuckles at your actions.
You pretend not to hear their wolf whistles as he guides you to your grandmaâs front door.
Miguel knocks firmly, waiting with you until she opens it.
Sheâs about to fuss at you for not stopping by sooner until she looks up at Miguel.
âAnd who is this?â she says, a bit shocked.
âMy name is Captain OâHara. I just wanted to drop your grandbaby off. Had a little baking accident.â
Your grandma listens to Miguel as he explains the situation calmly and professionally. It doesnât stop her from fussing over you, grabbing and turning you to check for any damage.
âIâm ok grandma. I just have to stay here while my gas gets fixed.â
She thanks Miguel profusely, âSon, whatâs your favorite food? Iâll have it made and sent down there for you.â
Miguel laughs heartily. Youâre about to tell him he doesnât have to answer that until he beats you to it.
âWhatever your specialty is, Iâll take it,â he says with a sweet smile on his face and holding your grandmaâs hands.
âCap! We gotta another fire at the college dorms. Someone burnt noodles in the microwave again,â a firefighter yells from truck.
âWell if you all can excuse me, duty calls!â he says and runs back to the truck.
âI canât believe you burnt a cake! Havenât I taught you better? And you know youâre making him that food, right?â your grandma says as you step inside.
âGrandma,â you say, affronted. âIt was the oven, not me! And he might not want to even eat what I make after this.â
âHmph,â she says, with a click of her tongue. âWell, you better get ready to use this kitchen here. You need that man as a husband.â
âGrandma.â
âI have some ham hocks in the freezer, some turnip and mustard greens. I think the church sent me some potatoes. We need to go to the store too. You gotta get him through his stomach.â
âGrandma!â
There was a silence as you and your grandma stared at each other.
âSo are you thinking pork chops or catfish to go with the side dishes?â she said, grabbing a pencil and an empty envelope.
You just groaned and crumpled in your chair.
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âOh, fuck.â
The clatter of her practice sword on the ground is almost louder than the crunch that rings out from his wrist. He inhales sharply, biting back a shout â no matter how many times itâs happened, he will never get used to breaking a bone. That shit hurts.
âFuck, fuck fuck. Fuck, Seaweed Brain, is it broken?â
âThink so,â Percy grits out. He tries for a smile, and Annabeth matches it, small and worried. He leans into the hand she cups over his cheek. âNot too bad, though. If I just dump my water bottle on it ââ
âAbsolutely not. Water healing leaves you achey when it rains, you know that.â Shifting to wrap her arm around his waist, she helps him stand, shouldering some of his weight like itâs his ankle thatâs broken. He lets her, reaching down to squeeze the hand resting on his hip â Iâm fine. Weâre good. She turns her hand to wrap clasp their hands together â Okay. If youâre sure.
They walk together to the infirmary, taking their time. Aside from the pain pulsing from his arm, itâs not too bad â camp is as balmy as usual, and the spring break energy is practically visible, itâs so potent. The Demeter cabin has plants growing everywhere, flowers and fruit trees blooming as bright as a box of new crayons, and the air is filled with shouts of laughter and teasing. Annabethâs steps fall in time with his, and sheâs a comfortable warmth at his side, pressed from shoulder to hip.
âYou still okay?â
âYep.â He catches her eye, smiling crookedly at her. âDoesnât even make my top fifty.â
She rolls her eyes, hipchecking him. âDonât I know it, ya klutz.â
âNot sure I would call being flung from the St. Louis Arch being a klutz. Or exploded in a volcano. Or crushed under the sky. Or slashed by giants. Or chased by ââ
âYouâre talking, but all Iâm hearing is Annabeth, please, please pinch me, as hard as you can ââ
âHey! Get those claws off me, gods youâre worse than an empousai ââ
ââ and when youâre done pinching me please put me in the tightest headlock you can manage ââ
âI am injured! You are beating up an injured person right now!â
ââ and then please just bite a chunk out of my shoulder ââ
âCut it out or Iâm telling Mom!â
âWimp,â she taunts, finally releasing him. âI donât go running to Sally every time I lose a fight.â
âWha â you do so!â
She ducks through the infirmary door, smirking like she canât hear him.
âYou literally â you snitched on me last week! I got grounded for two days!â
âAnd you deserved it,â she says primly.
He gapes. âI did not!â
âAnytime you two are done,â Kayla drawls, shoving a clipboard at them. They accept it with matching sheepish grins, cowed at her perfectly arched eyebrow and slowly tapping foot. âI got patients to deal with and older brothers to harass. Letâs get this moving.â
She is shockingly good at humbling people for a thirteen year old. The two of them turn to their clipboard, chagrined, letting her stomp away with an exasperated Heâll be with you soon! Donât set off the sprinklers again!
âThat was one time,â Percy mumbles, ears reddening.
Annabeth pats him on the back. âThere, there,â she says mockingly. âThe fact that it was one time definitely negates the fact that you flooded the entire Big House because you got jumpscared by a child.â
âHarley can be sneaky, okay. Let me live.â
âLiterally no.â
Annabeth does most of the paperwork for him, âcause sheâs a nerd because his wrist is far too swollen for him to write properly, so it takes maybe half the time it normally would. The infirmary is crowded as Hell, though (he knows, heâs been), so they settle in for the wait, amusing themselves by tearing little pieces off of a blank form, balling them up, and tossing them in increasingly harder places. Percy is winning 7-4, although Annabeth might just pull through if she manages to toss her paper ball into Travisâ wide-open snoring mouth.
âHey, guys. Sorry for the wait.â
Aw. She missed. Percy was looking forward to that.
âHey, Will.â
He drags his attention away from the son of Hermes to greet his friend, but frowns before he can open his mouth.
âWoah, dude, you good? You look exhausted.â
Will snorts. âWelcome to spring break, man.â He holds his hand out for the clipboard, scanning it briefly. âSparring injury? Oh, thank the gods. I could use a break. Here, face me.â
He climbs up onto the minimal left over space on the cot, tucking his legs under his thighs. Percy turns to mirror him, hesitantly sticking out his arm â A break? he mouths to Annabeth, meeting her eyes over Willâs head.
She shrugs.
âJust spent four hours putting Jakeâs nose back on his face,â Will mumbles, placing a careful hand on his fingertips and his forearm. Percy flinches â his skin is blisteringly hot. Like someone just dropped a hot stone onto him. âI never want to sing a skin cell hymn again in my life.â He prods at Percyâs wrist for a moment, gentle enough not to hurt. âOkay, hold still, Iâm gonna fix ya right up.â
Healing hymns are familiar, by now, but Percy will never get tired of them.
The cool thing about ambrosia and nectar is that as pleasure food for the gods, itâs pleasant. Itâs whatever taste you want, whatever you need to have most, you get it. But healing hymns are intentional the way nectar and ambrosia arenât. Ambrosia and nectar happen to be healing for demigods â healing hymns were constructed to knit you back together, like you mother smoothing a bandaid over a skinned knee. Theyâre warm and sweet and deeply, endlessly comforting in a way most things simply cannot claim to be. They donât feel like a medical procedure or a hasty patch job, they feel like someone gripping you tightly and promising youâll be okay. They feel like getting carried to bed when you fall asleep on the couch. They feel like sitting down after hours of standing, like a drink of water when your throat is drier than sand. Healing hymns draw the pain and sick and ache from your body, and they feel like relief.
But this time, Percy canât focus on it.
With every word, Will seems to get a little duller. Nothing like the horrible ash-grey he went in the war, dragging the poison from Annabethâs body, but like his usual sunny disposition was dialed down a few notches. Enough that Annabeth frowns in concern, drumming her hands on her thighs, watching him closely.
âThere,â Will says, pulling away. Percy turns his now-healed wrist, noticing the slight pant to Willâs breath, the strain to his smile. The shake of his blistered fingertips.
âYou look overworked,â Annabeth says quietly.
Will holds his hands up in a what can you do gesture. âSpring break.â
âYou said.â
âItâs just busy, is all.â
âYeah, but ââ
âGuys,â he interrupts, smiling tiredly, âthere are two hundred ADHD demigods at this camp right now who have been trapped in a classroom for six months. There are three of us. Iâm going to be a little drained; weâre all a little drained. But Iâm fine, okay?â He gives them a second to scrutinize his expression, eyebrows raised in amusement. âI have been running my infirmary for years. I know how to pace myself, and I certainly know how to make sure my siblings are pacing themselves. If something goes really wrong, Chiron is a whistle away. I can go longer than you guys without sleep, anyway. Apollo kid health.â
âIf you say so,â Percy says reluctantly. âI just â I can wear a wrist brace, man. Not every injury needs to be handled when it happens. You can tell people no.â
âI appreciate that, Percy, and Iâll keep it in mind. Anyways, Iâve got more patients. Stay off that wrist for the rest of the day, okay? It might be tender for a bit.â
Percy turns to Annabeth as Will leaves, frowning. Heâs has never noticed the so-called spring break stress before (his camp spring breaks are usually a blast, but now that heâs thinking about it, he canât think of a single spring break where he spent any time at all with Will, which is odd), but it canât be good for him. Thereâs gotta be something they can do to ease some of the bruising under their friendâs eyes.
âI could set off the fire alarms again,â Percy suggests. âThatâll certainly get this place cleared out.â
Annabeth snorts. âI think thatâll cause more harm than good, Seaweed Brain. Itâll just fall in him to clean it all up, after.â
âShoot.â
Percy counts nine of the forty cots currently unused. Will, Kayla, and Austin are rushing from cot to cot, handing out nectar, wrapping bandages, rattling off hymns at light speed. All three of them look exhausted, squeezing shoulders when they pass each other, knocking hips, exchanging tired smiles. This is so clearly something theyâre used to.
Annabethâs head rests on his shoulder.
âIt wasnât always like this,â she whispers. âWhen it was fully staffedâŚâ
Percy exhales heavily. Yeah. He remembers. There was a lot less complication, once upon a time. The most chaotic the infirmary would get was when Lee would challenge his siblings to Hymn Karaoke â trying to heal with pop songs. There was a lot more laughter, at one point. A lot more people.
Percy sighs, squeezing his eyes shut. It never does well to dwell, but he â gods, he wish they all had more time. To sit with it, to acknowledgeâŚeverything. Siblings. Friends. A camp thatâs smaller than itâs supposed to be.
Annabeth squeezes his hand again, and he squeezes back, resting his head on top of hers.
âHey,â she murmurs after a moment, pursing her lips at the front door. âLook.â
Slinking through the entrance like a criminal is Nico, in all his dork ass black camp shirt glory. He looks around shiftily, like heâs trying to make sure no one sees him, and when his gaze lands on Percy and Annabeth his eyes widen. Annabeth smiles at him, but it does nothing to ease the spooked look to his face, back arched like a startled cat. He turns to leave, but before he can slip back out the door â
âNico!â
The son of Hades whips back around so quickly he brains himself on the doorframe. Percy ducks his head and bites his lip, hard, because he can feel Nicoâs glare at the side of his head like the press of hot coal, and if he laughs as badly as he wants to then the infirmary is about to look like a Spirit Halloween.
Will turns back to his patient, squeezing his eyes shut and rattling a hymn off so quickly it makes a burst of light pop from his whole body, and rushes over to where Nicoâs standing. He only trips over two things, which is remarkable for him. Percy would be proud if he wasnât a little embarrassed on his behalf.
âNico! Hi!â
âHe-ey, Will,â Nico says, voice cracking badly on every vowel. Annabeth shoves her face into Percyâs shoulder, body shaking.
âI didnât know you were coming! I thought you were in the arena all day.â
Nico shrugs, shoes scuffing the floor. âI am. I just â uh, I got hurt? So. Came to see you.â
Willâs beam is so bright it hurts to look at, a little. Percy squints and realises thatâs not just the excitement, actually â he really is glowing, faintly. His hands flap slightly at his sides.
âWell, youâre in the right place, then.â
âYeah.â
Neither of them say anything for a minute, rocking back on their heels. Will watches Nico closely, biting his lip. Nico looks resolutely at the floor.
âWe werenât this bad,â Annabeth whispers, âwere we?â
Percy shakes his head. âNah, thereâs no way.â
âGods. Itâs so â I donât know whether to smile or take a dip in the Lethe. Itâs embarrassing and endearing at the same time.â
âPainful to watch, but I canât stop looking,â Percy agrees.
âWhatâd you hurt?â Will asks, finally. âDid you pull your shoulder again?â
A look of panic flits briefly across Nicoâs face until he smooths it to something neutral, aloof.
âYep. Totally. During â sword fighting, I swung â I did this really big thrust, actually. Just â hugely powerful, training dummy exploded on impact.â He clears his throat. âSome might say too powerful. If you can imagine.â
Percy cradles his head in his hands. âOh my gods â â
âDonât laugh donât laugh donât laugh,â Annabeth chants, âoh my gods, donât laugh ââ
A light flush dusts Willâs cheeks. He brushes a strand of hair behind his ear, fiddling with his earrings. âWoah, really? Iâve never heard of that before.â
Nico smirks, standing up a little straighter. âWell, itâs not the first time. I tend to go pretty hard.â Remembering his supposedly hurt shoulder, he exaggerates a wince. âToo hard sometimes, I guess. Could you do the â the energy thing?â
âOh â gods, yeah, sorry. Hold on.â He stares at Nicoâs shoulder, hesitating. âIt, um, works better with skin-to-skin contact.â
âI have seen crystal vases less transparent,â Annabeth says, aghast. âIn two years heâs going to remember this and try to drown himself.â
âI will be counting down the days,â Percy says gleefully.
On rare, rare occasions, the gods answer his prayers. Clearly, both Nemesis and Aphrodite are looking at him kindly today. Percy makes a note to scrape some of the good stuff off his plate for them both today. Hell, maybe heâll skip the portioning and toss them an entire roast chicken each. Or something. They deserve it.
Will places both hands â interesting, Percy notes, his wrist was snapped cleanly in two and he only needed one hand, wonder why that was â on Nicoâs shoulder and closes his eyes, screwing up his face in concentration.
âHuh. Iâm not feeling much damage. You said it was your right shoulder?â
âI heal quick,â Nico says loudly. âI mean, some of the damage might have â um.â He clears his throat. His face glows a faint crimson. He clears his throat again. âYâknow?â
Willâs face is a similar shade.
âRight, right. Yeah. Um, brace yourself.â
Instead of starting to sing, Will closes his eyes, holding completely still. After a moment, the tips of his fingers begin to glow; soft, ambery yellow, flickering like lit candles. He opens his eyes again and focuses intently on Nicoâs bare skin, tracing patterns around every defined muscle, leaving a trail of light behind. He lingers, for a moment, when he connects the last string of light, waiting until it has faded entirely from Nicoâs skin to remove his hands and shove them in the pockets of his coat.
âThat better?â he asks softly.
Nico swallows. âYeah.â
âGood. Iâm glad, Nico. It means a lot that you â came to me. When you needed it.â
âI trust you, I guess.â Nico looks away. âYou know what youâre doing.â
âI think I just threw up in my mouth a little,â Percy says thoughtfully.
Annabeth laughs, shoving his shoulder. âDonât be mean.â She pauses. âMe too.â
With a sigh that can only be described as besotted, Will steps reluctantly away.
âI have patients,â he says, in the same tone of voice Percy usually says I have midterms. âSo I gottaâŚâ
âYeah, no, go. Do your ââ Nico gestures vaguely. âDoctor thing.â
âRight. Yeah. Iâm gonna â go.â He turns, walking back towards a group of Hephaestus kids who appear to be tightly entangled in some kind of net. After a few steps, though, he pauses, biting his lip, then darts back over to Nico, pressing a lightning-fast kiss to his cheek â âUm, bye. Thank you for visiting. Bye,â â and then runs back over to his siblings, shy smile on his face.
Nicoâs jaw is brushing the floor of his fatherâs palace. He stands, still as a statue, for four entire minutes.
âI think he just died,â Annabeth observes, eyebrows climbing higher and higher up her forehead with every passing second âDamn. Survived so much only to literally die because a cute boy kissed his cheek. A true heroâs end.â
Percy, because he is a kind, concerned friend, clears his throat loudly.
âYo, di Angelo, you alive?â
Nico startles so violently he falls right over. Percy shoves his fist in his mouth to keep from cackling.
âShut the fuck up,â Nico hisses venomously, scrambling upright. âBoth of you, shut the â not a word ââ
Percy and Annabeth make the mistake of looking at each other and simply erupt. Percy canât feel his stomach. His lungs have abandoned ship. Heâs glad as hell heâs in the infirmary because he is heaving for breath, tears streaming down his face, entire body convulsing. Nico stands in front of them literally shaking with rage, entire body redder than one of Apolloâs sacred cows, trying and failing to string together a threat that will ease any and all of his suffering. Annabeth screeches, almost falling off the bed as she cackles. Percy cannot even find the strength to catch her, his muscles are so weak.
âI fucking â I hate you! Both of you! Youâre dead to me!â
âYour face!â Percy shrieks.
âPercy Jackson, I am going to turn you to fucking dark matter! I despise your very essence! I ââ He stomps his foot. âIâm leaving, and Iâm going to leave a rotting corpse in your cabin! Screw you!â
âOh my gods,â Annabeth wheezes, digging her nails into his arm. âOh my gods, that was ââ
Percy wipes a tear from his eye. âI love being alive. I love being alive so much.â
âIt really is great.â Composing herself, and biting back the leftover giggles that keep bubbling out, Annabeth looks back towards Will. He stands much straighter, now, smile back to full brightness. His siblings, too, look rejuvenated, snickering to each other and making kissy faces behind Willâs back. âSo many beautiful things to witness. Iâve never seen his face go that red.â
Percy sighs. âThis is genuinely going to carry me through the semester. I think his soul died a little. And Will just â gods, that kid is bold.â
âOh says you, Mr. Do I Get A Good Luck Kiss.â
âHey, I earned that.â
Annabeth grins, punching him in the shoulder. He grabs her wrist and tugs her towards him, chasing the curve of her smile. She laughs into his mouth and it taste like strawberries and freedom, and he presses a kiss to her cheek, to her jaw, and the side of her neck, resting there, breathing against her skin. After a moment her hands come up and slide in his hair, gently untangling the knotted mess.
âHe is one thousand percent going to put a zombie in your bed, you know,â she says after a moment.
Percy snorts. âYeah, I know.â He smiles. âWorth it.â
#god writing percy was so so so fun i am going to do it again i forgot how much i love percabeth#and nico and will are so EMBARRASSING#pjo#percy jackson and the olympians#hoo#heroes of olympus#pjo hoo toa#percy jackson#annabeth chase#percy jackson/annabeth chase#percabeth#nico di angelo#will solace#nico di angelo/will solace#solangelo#percy/annabeth#annabeth/percy#nico/will#will/nico#established relationship#bad flirting#humour#my writing#longpost#fic#pining nico di angelo#pining will solace#mutual pining#establisbed percabeth#percy jackson & will solace
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â Ë・âŕ¨ŕ§Ë a residue series installment Ëŕ¨ŕ§âď˝ĄË â
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â elementary-teacher!reader (miss.honey) x biker!benny đď¸
summary: in which âuncle bennyâ picks up johnnyâs girls from school and finds some honey along the way ;)
warnings: not much of anything besides talks of danger & some side eyes from on-lookers. an absolute fluff cake of a piece really. enjoy! x
authorâs note: ngl there is some inaccuracies. i fully made up locations & such. never been to chicago or illinois even, but maybe someday :)
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You remember it like it was yesterday, the very first time you met Benny Cross. Ironically, it was one of those sticky sweet days in June, just before the start of summer â65. The Chicago heat was hard to beat in the cramped little classroom you worked in on Phipps Avenue. Your third graders were all flushed faces with curly cues frizzing about, and their red little cheeks burned in exhaustion. It was no surprise that you lost their ears to the tsk tsk tsk of sprinklers swirling about on the school grounds. Even though the principal was against it, you were rather relieved to see your students running about the wet grass come dismissal.
It was a lovely reprieve, truly to be out of the shoe box you worked in at the end of the day. Sure, the heat hadnât let up. It was awfully sweltering passing clammy hand to clammy hand to their designated pick up person. But you loved being a teacher. Moreseo you loved those sweet turned up smiles that graced those baby faces of your students as they chatted about their after school plans. Heading down to the local pool or picking up a firecracker pop at the corner store was such a sweet treat. It made you miss being that young again, finding hidden treasures through the little bits of life.
You moved like clockwork during dismissal, attentive as you made small talk with parents and hugged your students goodbye. The pick of the cycle was usually smooth on your part. You knew who tended to be retrieved right away and who was left hanging, so it took you by a hint of surprise when you found yourself still hand in hand with Mr. and Mrs. Davisâs little girls.
You knew the Davisâs well â as well as anyone could holding residence in the quaint village of McCook, Illinois. Mr. Davis and his wife Betty were perishoners at the local church you frequented with your Ma and Pa. St. Caronâs on the corner of Rose and Dawn. Youâd see them all together in their Sunday best, the kids in puff pastry kind-of dresses packed together in a pew with their Ma, while their Pa was mulling about in his pressed suit and tie. There was no trace of the Vandals youâd come to know, the Johnny that would be amplified under that some-what imposterous clean cut demeanor. Youâd see him solemn as ever ushering pew to pew with the collections basket for the poor and at communion during the mass.
Yet, if you had to name one thing that complimented Johnny to Mr. Davis, it had to be his consistency with being on time. Never once was he ever late to church. 12pm sharp heâd be looking at his watch, waitinâ for the priest and deacon to do their thang. The same applied for his children and their respected school schedule.
It took you a moment to remember the note from the office that was sent up in the afternoon. In your defense, mastering concentration in this heat proved almost impossible. Until it wasnât. You could see the lovely writing of the secretary with that neat cursive of hers in the back of your mind, reminding you that the Davis girls would be picked up by their Uncle Benny come dismissal.
That would explain it, you thought. But would it really? Fathoming a member of Mr. Davisâs family not being as meticulous as him? You momentarily wondered how the man would react to such a thing as being late. You were sure it wasnât in his vocabulary by any means.
Your fingers, engulfing the petite ones of the Davis girls, squeezed their hands reassuringly. âMâsure your Uncle Benny will be here any moment.â Neither of them said anything as you glanced between the two flanked at your sides, little eyelashes blinking up at you without a care in the world. And here you thought they would be just as anal-retentive as their father.
They werenât.
Since the school yard was becoming less compact with people, and the principal put an end to the fun with the sprinklers, you figured some chit-chat wouldn't hurt to keep them occupied. âYou girls have any fun afternoon plans?â
The Davis girl on the right, taller, darker hair, lookinâ far too much like her father â a carbon copy if you will â spoke up then. âYes! Uncle Benny is takinâ us to a picnic. Gonna see Daddy race his bike, Miss. Honey.â
A bike race, huh? You couldnât remember seeing anything in the McCook weekly papers âbout an upcoming cycling event. But, hey maybe you happened to miss it on your skim of the thing, when your Pa just so happened to put it down for a second durinâ dinner.
âWell, ainât that sweet!â You chirped, smiling brightly at the girls with genuine excitement in your eyes. âSure itâll be tons of fun.â
âSânot when Daddy gets all muddy.â The smaller girl, the one that looked more like her mother. Lighter hair and lighter eyes said. Her tiny face contorted into a grimace.
Muddy? Werenât cycling races on the roads?
Surely the town would block off the streets like they did for those celebratory parades. The little one was probably exaggerating.
âAw,â you hummed, a frown dousing your features. âMâsure your Pa is just real dedicated, yâknow?â You tried to bring out the bright side for your student. âSâlike when you buy a fresh book and worry about those pages dentinâ. Yâwonât know if you like it if you donât read it, right?â The girls nodded. âDentinâ the pages just goes to show all that love you had for that book while readinâ it.â
âI guessâŚâ The Davis girl shrugged, tiny fingers wrapping about the strap of her pretty pink backpack. Seemingly, she wasnât as impressed as her sister to the right.
You were gonna change the subject. Gonna start chatting âbout something else, when a twist of tiers against the pavement sent a squeak across the air. Your mother-hen instincts kicked in instantly, protective hands pulling the girls behind you without a second thought. All heads turned simultaneously to the intrusion on the road, expecting the worst. Expecting a crash of sorts. But no, there was no crash, just a slick car pulling abruptly up against the sidewalk and jerking to a startling stop. One that could only be equated to the driver going far above the speed limit in a school zone.
It went quiet. Far too quiet as the lot of remaining faculty, students, and parents alike kept their eyes peeled back sharply at the reckless driver. Funnily enough the attentive stares of onlookers could have very well been just as bad as those witnessing an actual crash.
You werenât any better than the rest, collecting snap shot after snap shot like a roll of consecutive film. You could still hear the engine cutting out, the door swinging open and closing with a solid flick of his wrist. A wrist that would do far worse to you in the bedroom. Far worse in the eyes of your religious upbringing, but would feel too holy to you to be considered a sin.
You only caught a glance of him for a second until his back was facing towards you, thick white letters staking his claim with a skull and crossbones for the Chicago Vandals on his cut down vest.
Youâd heard a thing or two about those motorcycle men. Your father ranting and raving about the disturbances near route 95 and police chases. But never, had you ever seen one of them in the flesh up close and personal. A shrill of unprecedented delight shot up your spine at the colorful sight, no longer reserved to those blurry black and white paper cuttings.
Stopping in his tracks, you figured his car must have broken down or somethinâ â but no. He was putting out his cigarette with his worn down boot before making his way over to you, and oh he had his eye on you alright.
A relative unease wahed across the school yard, harder than the obvious heat wave as he sauntered across without a care in the world. As if dozens of heads werenât makinâ disgusted faces and whispering about. Yet a clear intimidation set over them, people stepping out of the way without a word as if he was a Bible figure. Like Moses parting the red sea.
âUncle Benny!â One of them chirped. Who you didnât know, couldnât know with the sudden flush creeping against your cheeks. Your heart dropped to your stomach once you realized who it was and that the man himself with dirty blonde scruff, calloused fingers, and a black inked layer over a honey toned canvas was makinâ a beeline to you. A beeline to you and the girls.
It was the taller Davis girl that must have called out his name, cause suddenly she was pulling you and her sister forward to meet Benny half way. You almost tripped down the stairs within the broken bubble of her excitement. Barely having a momentâs notice to collect yourself, you found your pristine baby pink ballet flats toe to toe with some scruffed up biker boots that had seen better days. You managed a breath before you looked up and boy were you glad you did.
The wind was practically knocked clean out of you when you were caught face to face with the Benny Cross. It wasnât because you were scared of him â no. You were more taken aback with how pretty he was. How his deeply set ocean eyes managed to speak volumes without saying a word.
And suddenly, on the front steps of Phipps Avenue School you felt seen. More seen than you had ever felt in your life. He wasnât the only one sticking out like the sorest of thumbs. So were you with your baby pink tank to match your shoes with your signature embroidered denim overall dress. Hair up and out of your face, loose honey curls frizzing about. Your kitsch tastes and unpolished attire were rather baffling for the picturesque depiction gracing the magazines your Ma read at the salon.
Some would say you were lost somewhere in Neverland. Lots of your fellow teachers would crack jokes here and there âbout it too. Sure, on a bad day a jab or two could get to you â but hey you liked what you liked and you werenât gonna change that. Not for anybody. Not even for your Ma or Pa who grimaced at your bedazzled pins wedged into your messy curls during Sunday mass.
So Benny, well who were you to judge him?
âHi, you must be Uncle Benny,â you greeted the brood of a man in front of you, flexing a sweet-like-honey smile that was just oh-so-you. You let go of the Johnny look-a-likes hand then, allowing her to wrap her small self around Bennyâs leg in pure delight to see him as you outstretched your hand in a shake. To your dismay, he didnât take it. Instead, his free hand that wasnât mushing up Johnnyâs girls dark locks as he patted her head fished for his pack of Marlboro reds in his vest pocket. That didnât stop you from introducing yourself though. âIâm Miss. Honey.â
He gave you once over, eyes tracing you from head to toe before the edge of his lip tweaked up in a sly smile. âHoney, huh?â He mused, that deep set voice of his, thick and smokey sweetinâ up something deep inside you.
Dropping your hand back down against your dress, the material felt rather rough on your clammy skin. âYuh-huh.â You nodded, that tight smile of yours making your eyes twitch just a bit.
A fresh cigarette materialized between his teeth then, unlit. A strange courtesy you found rather charming on the midst of educational grounds. âHm,â he hummed, the narrow cylinder vibrating against his lips as his eyes devoured you a second time. Yet, you figured he was more unimpressed. Most were anyways.
âBenny! Benny! Can we go see Daddy now?â The girl wrapped around his leg yanked his belt loop with a small finger. The little one was still at your side, hand in hand with you. It was kind of amusinâ how different the two were. It was simple figuring out who was the bigger Daddyâs girl of the two.
âIn a âinute, sweet-art,â he mumbled, that cigarette of his disrupting any fully coherent sentence from spillinâ out. âCâmere âittle one,â he motioned to the shorter girl who was rather uninterested in leaving. In the midst of your conversation, she managed to keep her hand raised, keeping herself conjoined to you as she sat down on the bottom step in complete and utter protest.
âDonât wanna.â She pouted down at her bunny tied saddle shoes that matched her pretty little pick-tails.
In a sense, you couldnât blame her. Now it was all adding up. What was really going on. This wasnât just some run of the mill village cycling marathon. This was a Vandals bike race.
Any other teacher would have probably made a stink, called the parents in for a sit down with the principal over infiltrating their kids in a biker environment infused with criminal records. But, you werenât like that â no. Especially when youâd see a childâs eyes light up with so much delight. It was clear that Mr. Davisâs look-a-like was really proud of her father. Who could blame her? Respected throughout the community, a family man who put his all into a trucking' job.
A picnic with some bike racinâ wouldnât be so bad, right?
Not with Mr. Davis involved.
So, you gave the benefit of the doubt. Sure, it could have been for all those reasons that were swarming about your head, but in actuality your heart was working double time over your mind. The image of the Davis girl clinging to Bennyâs leg had teddy bear written all over it, giving you all the sweet talkinâ youâd need. Ironically enough, in due time that soft side of him would turn into plushy lovinâ reserved just for you.
âLemme,â you mouthed to Benny before getting down to the little oneâs level. Flattening out your skirt you took a seat next to her and rested both hands over her own in her lap. âRemember when we were talkinâ about a good book? Dentinâ the pages?â The girl nodded, but didnât meet your eye. Instead, Benny doing the opposite, his eyes practically grilled onto your peripheral vision. âWell, sometimes if we are too protective of it. Too keen on keeping it all in tack, weâll never learn not to and weâll just be more and more disappointed when we come across a little crack we never created in the first place. We may not like it, but itâs there, and there is so much love there.â You squeeze the little girlâs hand. âJust like your old man racinâ. You may not like it, but he does, and thatâs quite alright. You know why?â
âWhy?â She looked up at you then, little doe eyes attentive as ever, clinging onto your every word. It was times like this that reminded you why you were a teacher.
ââCause you love him, no matter whatâ You replied, tilting your head ever-so subtly to observe her reaction.
And oh did Benny love you. He didnât know it then. Couldnât fully compartmentalize it until later. Yet, unbeknownst to you, it was one of the first of what would become many of Benny's thoughts on how damn good of a teacher you were, how fine of a wife youâd make, and how sweet of a mother youâd be.
Thankfully, your words must have resonated with the little girl. It only took a moment for those delightful dimples of hers to grace those little features before her lips turned up in a sweet smile. âWe gotta go Uncle Benny!â The girl declared suddenly, standing up straight with a whole new attitude. You were glad to supply the optimism. Thatâs what you were all about. That was the lesson you hoped to instill to your students the most.
You couldnât help but smile yourself, feeling like a warm blanket was being draped over your shoulders soundly. Not uncomfortable. Not contributing to the intolerable heat wave. Youâd only been in your second year of teaching, but hey â small victories like this made it worth it. Made you proud of yourself, even if you couldnât find such gratitude from others.
Little did you know, Benny â he was so fuckinâ proud. Proud to see you spreading such honey-coated wisdom to a younginâ. And there on the steep steps of Phipps Avenue school as the little one wrapped her arms around you and thanked you profusely before grabbing Bennyâs hand and heading to Johnnyâs car, he found his mission.
You were gonna be his wife.
He was sure of it.
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pairing: drew starkey x reader
summary: you and drew have been best friends since childhood, sharing everything-until drew's acting career takes off. as odessa enters drew's life and their on-screen chemistry blurs the lines of their friendship, you feel the deepening void between you and the boy you once knew. invited to a family bbq at the starkey, you hope to reconnect with drew. however, you soon find yourself on the sidelines, watching as odessa captures all of drew's attention. a devastating scene in âhellraiserââa film that stars both drew and odessa-sends you spiraling into the realization that drew may never see you the way you see him. over the course of a painful night and the aftermath, long-buried emotions rise to the surface, culminating in a heart-wrenching confrontation. will drew finally realize what you mean to him, or will you be forced to let him go for good? | words count: 7,3k (sorry!!!)
warning(s): NO HATES TOWARD ODESSA OR ANY ACTORS/ FRIENDS OF DREW! english is not my native language. severe emotional turmoil, themes of unrequited love, detailed internal conflict, intense feelings of isolation, push-and-pull dynamics, emotional abandonment, moments of painful rejection, and slow-burning angst.
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The summers were always the best part of your childhood. You and Drew Starkey had been practically inseparable since you were six years old, running through the wide backyard of the Starkey home, laughing until your stomach hurt and your lungs ached from the chase. Your families were closeâso close that your mothers, Jodi and your mom, would joke that you and Drew were "destined for each other."
"Y/N and Joseph," Jodi would say with a smile as she watched the two of you playing in the grass. "Theyâre going to get married someday. Iâve always known."
Your mother would laugh, glancing over at you, sweaty and carefree as you chased Drew through the sprinklers. "Iâd be happy with that, Jodi," sheâd reply, "It would be perfect."
You didnât think much of it then. To you, Drew was just Drewâyour best friend, the boy who pulled you out of the creek when you fell in one summer and got scraped knees trying to rescue you. You couldnât imagine life without him, but back then, you were still young. The idea of growing up and getting married seemed like something distant, almost laughable.
One summer, when you were about six, you had a moment that defined your bond. The sun was setting, casting a warm, golden light over the Starkey backyard. You and Drew were sprawled on the grass after an afternoon of playing tag, breathing hard but smiling at each other.
âJoseph,â you began, turning your head toward him as you lay beside him, âcan I call you something else? Like a nickname?â
Drew raised an eyebrow and rolled onto his side, propping his head up on his hand. âLike what?â
âI donât know... Drew? It sounds cooler.â
He blinked, then laughed, as though the idea of you giving him a special name was the best thing he had heard all day. âSure,â he said, grinning. âCall me Drew.â
From that day on, the name stuck. Only you called him that, while the rest of the world called him Joseph. It was your little secret, a bond that made you feel like you shared something special. And you did.
Every summer, you counted down the days until you could visit the Starkey family. It was traditionâlong, lazy afternoons spent playing outside, followed by evenings watching the stars come out. The best part, though, was the mornings.
Drew knew how much you loved watching the sunrise. Each summer, no matter how early it was, he would wake up with you before dawn, just so the two of you could sit on the hill behind the house and watch the sky change from dark blue to shades of pink, orange, and gold.
âThink weâll always do this?â you had asked one morning, your knees pulled to your chest as the horizon turned golden.
Drew looked at you, the early morning light reflecting in his eyes. âYeah,â he had said simply. âWeâll always be friends.â
At that moment, as the sun bathed you both in warmth, you believed him with all your heart.
When you were twelve, your family made the big move to Asheville, North Carolina, to be closer to the Starkeys. At first, it was a dream come trueâyouâd see Drew year-round now, not just in the summers. But as exciting as the move was, it came with its own challenges. A new school, new classmates, and a feeling of unfamiliarity that settled deep in your bones.
You werenât exactly the social butterfly Drew was. He thrived in new environments, easily making friends with his magnetic personality. He was taller than most boys his age, athletic, and undeniably charming. He played basketball, acted in the school plays, and it seemed like everyone was drawn to him. You, on the other hand, were quieter, more reserved. Drew was your anchor, the one person who made you feel like you belonged.
Despite being in different classes, Drew always made time for you. Heâd wait for you after school, leaning against the fence near the basketball courts, a crooked smile on his face as he waved you over.
âCome on, slowpoke,â heâd tease. âIâve got snacks for us before practice.â
It became a routineâhim waiting for you, you showing up at his basketball practices with snacks or a drink to keep him going. Sometimes, youâd sit on the bleachers, watching him run drills, marveling at how easily he seemed to fit into this new world. You were happy for him, of course, but there was always a small, nagging feeling inside you, something that whispered that you were being left behind.
You brushed it off. After all, Drew was still Drewâyour best friend, the boy who stood up for you when some kids at school made fun of your appearance. Youâd never forget the day one of Drewâs classmates, a girl from the drama club, sneered at you during lunch.
âHow can someone like you even be friends with Joseph Starkey?â she had said, her voice dripping with disdain.
You had felt a hot flush of embarrassment creep up your neck, your fists clenching at your sides. But before you could respond, Drew had appeared out of nowhere, stepping in front of you protectively.
âWhat did you just say?â Drewâs voice was low, dangerous, his eyes narrowing at the girl.
The girl faltered, shrinking under his glare. âIâ I didnât meanââ
âYou donât get to talk to her like that,â Drew snapped, his voice ice-cold. âIf I ever hear you say something like that again, youâll regret it.â
The girl had stammered an apology before scurrying away, and Drew had turned to you with a reassuring smile, as if nothing had happened.
âDonât listen to people like her,â he had said softly, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. âYouâre worth so much more than their words.â
From that day on, you never doubted that Drew had your back. He was your protector, your confidant, the one person who made you feel safe in a world that often felt overwhelming.
When Drew turned seventeen, he became more serious about his future. You spent countless nights together, talking about his dreams, about how he wanted to pursue acting full-time after high school. It was clear to you that he had the passion, the drive, and the talent to make it big.
The day Drew landed his first acting role was a day youâd never forget. You were sitting in your living room when Drew burst through the front door, grinning from ear to ear.
âY/N! I got the part!â he shouted, holding up a script in triumph. âI actually got the part!â
Your heart soared with pride as you jumped up from the couch, wrapping him in a tight hug. âDrew, thatâs amazing! I knew youâd do it!â
The two of you celebrated that night, just the two of you. Drew asked you to help him practice his lines, and for hours, you sat on the floor of your living room, reading through the script with him. He was nervous, pacing back and forth as he recited his lines, but you were there, steady and patient, helping him work through every scene.
Before his first day on set, Drew had come to you, his usual confidence replaced with anxiety. âWhat if I mess up?â he had asked, his voice wavering. âWhat if Iâm not good enough?â
You had smiled softly, reaching into your bag and pulling out a small, crocheted keychainâa little dog with floppy ears that you had made yourself. âHere,â you said, handing it to him. âConsider this your good luck charm. Keep it with you, and I promise youâll be fine.â
Drew had chuckled, pocketing the keychain with a fond smile. âThanks, sunshine. Iâll keep it with me, always.â
That first role was just the beginning. After high school, Drew went off to college to study acting, and though the distance was hard, you made sure to keep in touch. Late-night phone calls, long text conversationsâDrew made sure you were still part of his life, even from miles away.
And when he landed his breakout role on the Netflix series Outer Banks, you were the first person he called.
âY/N! Guess what?â Drewâs voice had crackled through the phone, filled with excitement. âI got a role on a Netflix show! Can you believe it?â
Your heart had swelled with pride, even as a small, selfish part of you wondered what this meant for your friendship. âDrew, thatâs incredible! Iâm so proud of you!â
You meant every word, but as Drewâs career took off, the distance between you began to growânot just physically, but emotionally. His life was changing, and you werenât sure if you still had a place in it.
The first time Drew mentioned Odessa Aâzion, you hadnât thought much of it. She was a fellow actor on Outer Banks, and Drew had talked about how they had become fast friends on set. But as time passed, it became clear that Odessa was more than just a friend to Drewâshe was someone important to him.
At first, you tried to brush off the feeling of unease that settled in your chest every time Drew talked about her. After all, he was bound to make new friends in the industry. But it became harder to ignore the way he talked about Odessaâthe way his eyes lit up when he mentioned her name, the way she seemed to occupy so much of his attention.
The first time you met Odessa was at Drewâs birthday party. He had flown back to North Carolina to celebrate with friends and family, and you were excited to see him in person after months of only talking through texts and phone calls.
When you arrived at the restaurant, your heart raced with anticipation. It had been so long since youâd seen Drew, and part of you hoped that things would feel just like they used to. But as soon as you walked in, you saw him sitting with Odessa.
They were deep in conversation, laughing together as if they were the only two people in the room. You felt a pang of jealousy, something you hadnât expected. Drew had always been your person, your best friend. But now, watching him with Odessa, it felt like he was slipping away.
When Drew finally noticed you, his face lit up with a smile. âY/N!â he called out, standing up to wrap you in a tight hug. âIâm so glad youâre here!â
You hugged him back, but something felt off. The easy familiarity that had always existed between you was strained, and you couldnât shake the feeling that something had changed.
Odessa greeted you with a polite smile, introducing herself, but the way she looked at Drewâlike he was the center of her universeâonly made the knot in your stomach tighten.
The rest of the night passed in a blur. Drew introduced you to his castmates, and while everyone was friendly, you couldnât help but feel like an outsider. Drew and Odessa were inseparable, their laughter filling the room as they shared inside jokes you werenât part of.
Later that night, as the party began to wind down, Drew pulled you aside. âI need to take Odessa home,â he explained, his voice apologetic. âShe had a little too much to drink.â
You forced a smile, even as your heart sank. âYeah, of course. Go ahead.â
As you watched them leave together, something inside you shifted. You couldnât ignore it anymoreâthe distance between you and Drew wasnât just physical. It was emotional. And it hurt more than you were willing to admit.
Months passed, and while you and Drew still kept in touch, things werenât the same. The texts were shorter, the phone calls less frequent, and every time you tried to bring up something personal, something about you, the conversation somehow always shifted back to Odessa or Drewâs new life in Los Angeles. It wasnât that you didnât care about his successâyou were proud of himâbut it hurt to feel like an afterthought, someone on the periphery of his increasingly glamorous life.
When Drew invited you to his familyâs annual BBQ, you hesitated. Part of you wanted to turn down the invitation, not wanting to face him and Odessa again. But the other part of youâthe part that still longed for the closeness you once sharedâcouldnât say no. This was the Starkey house, the place that had always felt like a second home to you, the place where your friendship with Drew had blossomed.
The afternoon sun was just beginning to set as you arrived at the familiar Starkey home. The front porch was adorned with string lights, and the smell of grilled burgers wafted through the air, mixing with the sound of laughter from the backyard. It shouldâve felt like a homecoming, but instead, all you felt was a growing sense of unease.
As you stepped into the backyard, the knot in your stomach tightened. Drew was there, sitting beside Odessa, his arm casually draped along the back of her chair. They were laughing, their heads close together as if they were sharing some private joke. For a moment, it was like watching strangersâpeople you knew but didnât recognize anymore.
Before you could retreat, McKayla spotted you. âY/N!â she called out, running over with a grin. Her hug was warm, and it reminded you of why you had come. The Starkeys were still like family, even if your relationship with Drew had changed.
âI missed you so much!â McKayla said, pulling back to look at you with a beaming smile. âItâs been forever.â
âI missed you too,â you replied, your smile softening as you hugged her again. If anything, McKayla had always made you feel welcome, like you were still an important part of their family.
Just as McKayla let go, Todd walked over, his familiar grin lighting up his face. âThereâs my favorite little girl!â he boomed, wrapping you in one of his signature bear hugs. âHowâve you been, Y/N?â
âIâve been good, Todd,â you said, your voice a little quieter now. âHow about you?â
âOh, you know, keeping busy,â Todd replied, his tone warm. âWeâve missed you around here, you know. This place isnât the same without you.â
Jodi joined the group, pulling you into a soft hug. âY/N, itâs so good to see you again,â she said, her smile kind but tinged with something deeperâan understanding, perhaps, of the distance that had grown between you and her son. âHow are your parents?â
âTheyâre good,â you answered. âTheyâre actually in Rome right now, celebrating their 35th anniversary.â
âAh, Rome,â Jodi sighed wistfully. âLucky them. They always did know how to celebrate big.â
You smiled at the familiarity of their banter, grateful for their warmth, but it wasnât enough to stop the tightening in your chest. Every few minutes, your eyes would drift back to Drew and Odessa. The easy way they sat together, the way Drewâs hand occasionally brushed her arm as he spokeâit was hard to ignore. Even harder to accept.
âLetâs get you something to drink,â McKayla suggested, sensing your unease and pulling you away from the crowd. As you followed her inside, you passed Drew and Odessa. Drew glanced up at you, a smile briefly crossing his face.
âHey, Y/N! Glad you could make it,â Drew said, his tone casual, but there was a distance in his voice that hadnât been there before.
âYeah, wouldnât miss it,â you replied, trying to keep your tone light, even though your heart ached.
You could feel Odessaâs eyes on you, though her smile was polite. âNice to see you again,â she added, her tone friendly but not warm. You nodded, but the knot in your chest tightened as the conversation shifted back to something between her and Drew.
As the night progressed, Drew suggested watching Hellraiserâthe movie he and Odessa had filmed together. It was the project he had talked about non-stop for months, and while you had been happy for him, you had avoided watching it. The idea of seeing Drew and Odessa on screen together, so intimately connected, made you uneasy.
âI think youâll like it,â Drew said as the group settled in front of the outdoor screen. âItâs one of my favorite projects.â
You sat between McKayla and Todd, grateful for the distance between you and Drew, but as the opening credits rolled, the familiar knot in your stomach returned.
At first, you tried to focus on the movie, telling yourself it was just another role for Drewâjust a job, nothing more. But as the film progressed, your discomfort grew. Drewâs character, Trevor, and Odessaâs character, Riley, had an undeniable chemistry, one that felt far too real. Every glance, every touch between them on screen felt intimate, too personal.
And then the first love scene played out.
You had prepared yourself for it, but nothing could have braced you for how raw it felt to watch Drew and Odessa in such a vulnerable, intimate moment. The room around you seemed to fade, and all you could focus on was the way Drew looked at her on screen, the way their bodies intertwined in a way that felt too real to be acting.
Your breath caught in your throat, and you fought to keep your expression neutral, but the weight in your chest was growing unbearable. You hadnât realized how much it would hurt to see him like this, to be confronted with the reality of how much you were no longer a part of his life.
A lump formed in your throat as you forced yourself to stay seated, but when the second love scene began, you couldnât take it anymore. The emotions you had been pushing down for months suddenly overwhelmed you, and without a word, you stood up, muttering a quick excuse to McKayla before making your way to the front porch.
As soon as you were outside, you collapsed onto the porch steps, gasping for air as the tears finally spilled over. You had been trying so hard to keep it together, but seeing Drew and Odessa like thatâso close, so connectedâhad broken something inside you.
âY/N?â
McKaylaâs voice was soft, and you quickly wiped at your eyes as she stepped outside, sitting down beside you. She didnât say anything for a moment, just sat with you in the quiet, the sound of the movie still playing faintly in the background.
âAre you okay?â she finally asked, her voice filled with concern.
You shook your head, your voice trembling as you spoke. âI donât think I can do this, McKayla. Watching them together... itâs too much.â
McKayla sighed, her brow furrowing in sympathy. âI get it, Y/N. Itâs hard. But you have to talk to him. He doesnât know how much youâre hurting.â
âI donât think he even cares,â you whispered, your voice cracking. âHeâs so wrapped up in Odessa and his career... I donât think I matter to him anymore.â
McKayla shook her head firmly, turning to face you fully. âThatâs not true, Y/N. I know my brother. He still cares about youâheâs just blind to everything right now. But you need to tell him how you feel. You deserve that.â
You wiped at your eyes, trying to steady your breathing. âI donât know if I can.â
âYou can,â McKayla said softly, her hand resting on your shoulder. âYouâve been there for him through everything, Y/N. He needs to understand how much youâre hurting.â
You nodded, but the thought of confronting Drew still terrified you. You werenât sure if you were ready to face him, to lay everything out on the table. But one thing was clearâyou couldnât keep pretending everything was okay. You couldnât keep carrying this hurt on your own.
The next morning, you woke up with the same heavy feeling in your chest. You had tossed and turned all night, replaying the movie over and over in your mind, each scene only deepening the ache in your heart. You needed to leave. As much as you loved the Starkeys, being hereâbeing around Drew and Odessaâwas too painful.
You packed your bags quietly, leaving a note for McKayla and Todd, thanking them for their hospitality. Slipping out of the house before anyone else woke up, you drove home, your heart heavy with unresolved emotions.
Back at the Starkey house, McKayla sat at the kitchen table with Todd, sipping her coffee as the morning sunlight streamed through the windows.
âShe left early,â McKayla said quietly, setting her mug down with a frown. âShe didnât say goodbye.â
Todd looked up from his newspaper, his brow furrowed. âThat doesnât sound like her. Did something happen?â
McKayla sighed, glancing out the window. âI think things are worse than we thought. Y/N... sheâs been really struggling, Dad. Watching Drew and Odessa together... itâs been breaking her heart.â
Toddâs face softened with understanding, his eyes clouded with concern. âSheâs been a part of this family for so long. I hate to think sheâs feeling left out.â
Before McKayla could respond, Drew wandered into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes groggily. âMorning,â he mumbled, heading straight for the coffee pot. But when he noticed the tension in the room, he paused, frowning.
âWhatâs going on?â he asked, looking between McKayla and Todd.
McKayla exchanged a glance with her father before turning to Drew. âY/N left early this morning,â she said, her voice heavy with worry. âShe didnât say goodbye.â
Drewâs frown deepened, confusion flickering in his eyes. âWhat? Why?â
Todd sighed, folding his newspaper as he looked at his son. âI think you know why, Drew. Y/Nâs been feeling like youâve pushed her aside for a long time now. Last night... watching you and Odessa on screen... it was too much for her.â
Drew paled, guilt washing over his face. âWhat? Iâ I didnât mean toââ He trailed off, his voice cracking with emotion.
McKayla crossed her arms, her tone gentle but firm. âDrew, sheâs been there for you through everything. But youâve been so caught up in your own life that you didnât realize how much you were hurting her.â
Drewâs face fell, the weight of his sisterâs words hitting him like a punch to the gut. He had known something was wrong between you two, but he hadnât realized how deep the hurt ran.
âI need to fix this,â Drew muttered, setting down his coffee and running a hand through his hair. Without another word, he grabbed his keys and headed out the door, determination written all over his face.
You werenât expecting Drew to show up at your door. After the overwhelming emotions of the previous night, all you wanted was some distanceâsome space to breathe, to think. The moment you opened the door and saw Drew standing on your porch, his expression filled with a mix of regret and urgency, your heart raced with a mixture of anticipation and dread.
âY/N,â Drew began, his voice soft but strained. âCan I come in? We need to talk.â
You hesitated for a moment, gripping the edge of the door, your mind torn between letting him in and closing the door on everything youâd been feeling. Part of you wanted to push him awayâto protect yourself from the pain that had been eating away at you for so long. But another part of youâa much deeper partâwanted answers. Needed them.
With a reluctant sigh, you stepped back and motioned for Drew to come in.
He walked into your living room, the air thick with tension. As you closed the door behind him, you couldnât help but notice the way he looked around, as though searching for something familiar to hold on to. His eyes briefly landed on a photo of the two of you from years ago, sitting on the mantleâa reminder of better times, of the friendship that had once been your anchor.
Drew stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, his hands in his pockets, his eyes downcast. It was clear that he was struggling to find the right words, but the silence between you was too much to bear.
âYou left without saying goodbye,â Drew finally said, his voice almost a whisper. There was a vulnerability in his tone, something you hadnât heard from him in a long time.
You crossed your arms, trying to keep your emotions in check. âYeah, I did. I couldnât stay, Drew.â
He glanced up at you, his eyes filled with guilt. âWhy? Why didnât you talk to me?â
You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head as you looked away. âTalk to you? Drew, when have we really talked lately? Every conversation weâve had for months has been about Odessa or your career. You barely even notice Iâm there anymore.â
Drew flinched at your words, the weight of them hitting him hard. âThatâs not true, Y/N. I care about youâIâve always cared.â
âReally?â you shot back, your voice trembling with anger and hurt. âBecause it sure doesnât feel like it. Do you even realize how long Iâve been feeling like this? How long Iâve been watching you slip away, trying to convince myself that I wasnât losing you?â
Drew opened his mouth to respond, but you didnât let him. The dam of emotions you had been holding back for so long finally broke, and the words came tumbling out before you could stop them.
âDo you know how hard itâs been, Drew? To sit on the sidelines, watching you live this new life, while I feel like Iâm not even part of it anymore? Iâve stood by you through everythingâevery audition, every role, every milestoneâand when it was my turn, when it was something important to me, you werenât there.â
Your voice cracked as you continued, the tears you had been holding back finally spilling over. âYou missed my graduation, Drew. Do you know how much that hurt? You promised youâd be there, and you didnât show up. I waited for you. I waited for you because I thought, âThis is Drew. Heâll come. Heâll be there for me like Iâve always been there for him.â But you didnât. And when you said youâd make it up to me, I thought maybe, just maybe, weâd have one night where it would just be the two of us, like old times. But you brought her.â
Drewâs face fell, his expression filled with regret. âY/N, Iâm so sorry. I didnât realizeââ
âYou didnât realize because you never asked,â you interrupted, your voice trembling with the weight of all the unspoken pain. âYou were so caught up in your own world, in your new life with Odessa, that you didnât even notice I was falling apart.â
Drewâs eyes were filled with anguish, his voice barely above a whisper. âI didnât mean to hurt you.â
âBut you did,â you said, your voice cracking with the weight of those words. âYou hurt me, Drew. Every time I saw you with her, every time you talked about her like she was the only thing that mattered to you, it felt like a knife in my chest. And I tried to be okay with it. I tried to tell myself that you deserved to be happy, that you deserved to have someone who understood your world. But it didnât stop the pain.â
Drew took a step closer to you, his hands trembling as he reached out, but he stopped short, his voice thick with emotion. âI didnât see it. I didnât see how much I was hurting you. I was selfish, Y/N. I got caught up in everythingâmy career, Odessaâand I didnât stop to think about how it was affecting you. And I hate myself for that.â
You wiped at your eyes, trying to steady your breathing, but the hurt still sat heavy in your chest. âYou forgot me,â you whispered, the words so quiet you werenât sure if he even heard them. âI was there for you through everything, and when I needed you, you forgot me.â
Drewâs face contorted with guilt and pain, and he stepped closer, his voice pleading. âI didnât forget you, Y/N. I swear, I didnât. I just... I got lost. I let everything else consume me, and I pushed you away without even realizing it. But I never stopped caring about you. I never stopped needing you in my life.â
You met his gaze, your heart aching at the raw vulnerability in his eyes. Part of you wanted to believe himâto believe that he hadnât meant to hurt you, that he was still the same Drew you had always known. But the pain was still too fresh, too raw.
âYou didnât need me, Drew,â you said, your voice barely above a whisper. âYou needed her. Every time I saw you, it was like I was just... there. Like I was some ghost from your past, watching as you built a new life without me.â
Drew shook his head, his voice breaking. âNo. No, thatâs not true. Odessa was just... she was just a friend. I never saw her as anything more. But youâIâve always seen you. Youâve always been more than just a friend to me.â
Your breath hitched, the weight of his words hitting you like a tidal wave. âWhat are you saying, Drew?â
âIâm saying that I love you, Y/N,â Drew said, his voice thick with emotion. âIâve loved you for so long, but I was too blind to see it. Too blind to realize how much I was hurting you by pushing you away. But itâs always been you. Itâs always been you, and Iâm so sorry I didnât realize it sooner.â
You stared at him, your heart racing, your mind struggling to process what he had just said. âDonât say that, Drew. Donât say that unless you mean it.â
âI do mean it,â Drew insisted, stepping closer to you. âIâve been an idiot, Y/N. I let everything else get in the way, and I lost sight of what really mattered. But youâyouâre what matters. Youâve always been the one whoâs mattered the most to me.â
Tears filled your eyes once again, your heart warring with your mind. You had waited so long to hear those words, but now that they were finally being spoken, you didnât know what to do with them.
âHow can I believe you?â you whispered, your voice trembling. âHow can I believe that you wonât hurt me again? That you wonât forget me the next time something else comes along?â
Drewâs eyes filled with desperation as he reached out and gently cupped your face in his hands. âI wonât forget you. I swear, Y/N, I wonât. Iâve already hurt you once, and I will never make that mistake again. Iâll spend the rest of my life proving to you that youâre the most important person to me. Just... please, give me another chance.â
You closed your eyes, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down your spine. You wanted to believe him. You wanted to let go of the hurt and let Drew back into your life. But trust wasnât something that could be rebuilt overnight.
âI need time,â you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. âI need time to heal, to figure out if I can really trust you again.â
Drew nodded, his thumbs brushing away the tears on your cheeks. âI understand. Iâll wait. Iâll wait for as long as it takes, Y/N. Just please... donât shut me out completely.â
You opened your eyes, meeting his gaze, and for the first time in a long while, you saw the Drew you had always knownâthe Drew who had stood by your side through everything, who had been your rock when the world felt too heavy.
âI wonât shut you out,â you said softly, your heart aching with the weight of it all. âBut this... itâs going to take time.â
Drew nodded again, his relief palpable as he let out a shaky breath. âIâll be here. No matter how long it takes.â
With that, Drew slowly stepped back, giving you the space you needed. The air between you was still heavy with unresolved emotions, but for the first time in months, there was a glimmer of hope. A possibility that maybe, just maybe, things could be repaired.
As Drew turned to leave, he glanced back at you, his voice soft but filled with quiet determination. âI love you, Y/N. And Iâm not going to give up on us.â
You watched him go, your heart conflicted but not as heavy as it had been before. There was still so much to work through, but for the first time, you felt like maybeâjust maybeâyou and Drew had a chance to find your way back to each other.
The days after the confrontation felt different. Lighter, but still uncertain. The emotional heaviness lingered between you and Drew, but there was something else nowâa shared understanding that things needed time, that rushing back into the past wasnât an option.
Drew kept his word. He didnât push you, didnât try to force himself back into your life as if nothing had happened. Instead, he started with small gesturesâthings that reminded you of the Drew you had known before everything changed.
Each morning, you woke up to a text from Drew. Simple things, like: "I saw the sunrise today and thought of you. Miss those mornings." Or, "Found an old photo of us. Remember this day?" They were small messages, but they carried the weight of years of shared history and memories you had thought were forgotten.
One evening, about a week after the confrontation, Drew showed up at your door with coffee in hand. The sight of him standing there with your favorite caramel macchiato, looking uncertain but hopeful, stirred something inside you.
âI thought you could use this,â Drew said, offering a small smile. âAnd I... was hoping we could talk. Just for a little while.â
You hesitated, but then nodded, stepping aside to let him in. Drew walked into your living room, his movements tentative, like he wasnât sure where he stood anymore.
As you sat together on the couch, sipping your coffee, the silence between you was less suffocating than before. There was still a lot to work through, but at least the distance wasnât unbearable. Drew glanced around the room, his eyes landing on the framed photo of the two of you from years ago, taken on a family trip to the beach. The both of you were grinning wildly, arms around each other, as if nothing in the world could break your bond.
âI remember that day,â Drew said quietly, a soft smile tugging at his lips. âWe spent hours building a sandcastle. It collapsed after five minutes, but we didnât care. We thought it was the best thing ever.â
You chuckled softly, the memory warming something inside you. âYeah, we were so proud of it.â
Drew shifted in his seat, his expression turning more serious. âI miss those days, Y/N. I miss us. I know I messed up, and I know itâll take time, but... I want to get back to that.â
You turned to look at him, your heart aching at the sincerity in his voice. For so long, you had felt like you had lost Drewâthe Drew who had been your best friend, your confidant, the person who knew you better than anyone. But now, sitting here with him, you realized that maybe he hadnât been lost forever. Maybe he was still there, waiting for you to let him back in.
âI miss it too,â you admitted, your voice soft but full of emotion. âBut... I need time, Drew. This isnât something that can be fixed overnight.â
âI know,â Drew said, nodding. âAnd Iâm not going to rush you. Iâll take as much time as you need.â
For the first time in what felt like forever, you felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe things could be different this time. Maybe you could rebuild what had been broken.
The weeks that followed were a slow process of healing and reconnection. Drew made an effortâan effort you hadnât seen from him in months. He started texting you every morning, checking in to see how your day was going. The texts werenât long or overly sentimental, but they were consistent. They were proof that he was thinking about you, even in the midst of his busy schedule.
Some days, the texts were simple:
"Howâs work going? Thought of you when I passed by the old park today."
Other days, they carried a heavier weight:
"Iâm sorry again, Y/N. For everything. I just want you to know that Iâm still here."
And as time passed, you found yourself replying more. The walls you had built up around your heart began to slowly crumble, brick by brick. Drew wasnât just making promisesâhe was showing you that he meant them. He wasnât rushing you or pushing for more than you were ready to give. He was patient, and that patience made all the difference.
One afternoon, Drew surprised you by inviting you to lunch at the cafĂŠ you both used to frequent when you were younger. It had been years since youâd been there together, but as you sat across from each other, sipping coffee and talking about nothing in particular, it felt like you were slowly returning to a version of yourselves that had been lost.
The conversations were lighter, more comfortable. Drew listened intently when you talked about work, your hobbies, the things that had filled your life in the time you had drifted apart. And for the first time in a long time, you felt like you werenât competing with Odessa or his career for his attention. Drew was fully present, and that made all the difference.
A few weeks later, Drew showed up at your door with something unexpectedâa small gift bag in hand, looking both nervous and hopeful.
âI, uh, thought Iâd bring this over,â he said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. âI know itâs not much, but I saw it and thought of you.â
You raised an eyebrow, curious, and took the bag from him. Inside was a small journal, the cover embossed with the words âFor Every Sunrise.â Your breath caught in your throat as you pulled it out, your fingers tracing the delicate lettering.
âI know how much you love watching the sunrise,â Drew explained, his voice soft. âI thought maybe... you could use this to write down your thoughts. Or even just to keep track of the sunrises youâve seen.â
Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you looked up at him, overwhelmed by the thoughtfulness behind the gift. Drew had always known how much sunrises meant to youâthose quiet moments when the world was still, when everything felt possible. And now, here he was, reminding you of those moments in a way that felt so personal, so deeply connected to the history you shared.
âThank you,â you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. âItâs perfect.â
Drew smiled, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. âIâm glad you like it.â
For the first time in a long time, you felt like you were being seen. Not just as someone in Drewâs life, but as someone important. Someone who mattered.
As the weeks turned into months, you and Drew continued to rebuild your relationshipâslowly, carefully. There were still moments of doubt, moments when the hurt resurfaced and threatened to pull you back into the past. But Drew was patient. He never rushed you, never pushed you to move faster than you were ready for. Instead, he met you where you were, showing up for you in the ways that mattered most.
One day, Drew suggested a walk through the old park you used to visit as kids. It had been years since you had walked those paths together, but as you strolled through the park, side by side, it felt like you were reclaiming a piece of the past that had been lost.
âIâve been thinking a lot about us,â Drew said as you walked, his voice quiet but steady. âAbout how much weâve been through together.â
You glanced over at him, your heart tightening at the vulnerability in his voice. âYeah, me too.â
Drew stopped walking, turning to face you fully. His eyes were filled with a kind of determination you hadnât seen in a long time. âI donât want to take you for granted anymore, Y/N. Iâve been thinking about everything, and I know I hurt you. I know itâs going to take time to earn back your trust, but I want to be the person you can count on again. The person you deserve.â
You stared at him, your heart pounding in your chest. The sincerity in his voice, the way he looked at youâit was different now. There was no hesitation, no uncertainty. He meant every word.
âI want that too,â you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. âBut I need to know that this time... this time, itâs real.â
âIt is,â Drew promised, his voice thick with emotion. âI swear, Y/N, itâs real.â
And in that moment, as the sun began to set behind the trees, casting a golden glow over the park, you knew that maybeâjust maybeâyou and Drew were finally on the right path. It wasnât going to be easy, and there were still wounds that needed time to heal, but for the first time in a long time, you felt like you could trust him again. Trust that he wasnât going to let you down.
Months passed, and the slow process of rebuilding trust continued. Drew didnât let up on his effortsâhe made time for you, prioritized you, and showed you in small, meaningful ways that he was committed to repairing the damage that had been done.
The two of you began to fall back into an easy rhythm. Movie nights, long conversations over coffee, quiet walks through the parkâit was like rediscovering an old friendship, but with the added depth of everything you had been through. The love you had for each other was still there, but now, it was stronger, more resilient.
One evening, Drew invited you to his house for dinner. It was just the two of you, and as you sat together on the back porch, watching the sunset, you felt a sense of peace settle over youâa peace you hadnât felt in a long time.
âIâve been thinking a lot about the future,â Drew said softly, breaking the comfortable silence between you.
You turned to look at him, your heart skipping a beat. âYeah? What about it?â
Drewâs eyes softened as he reached out and took your hand, his fingers gently intertwining with yours. âAbout us. About what we want.â
You swallowed hard, your pulse quickening at the intensity of his gaze. âAnd what do you want, Drew?â
âI want you,â he said, his voice steady but filled with emotion. âI want you in my life, in every way. I donât want to lose you again, Y/N. I love you. I always have.â
Tears welled up in your eyes as his words washed over you. It had taken so long to get to this point, to rebuild what had been broken, but now, sitting here with Drew, you knew that it had all been worth it.
âI love you too,â you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion. âIâve loved you for so long, and I donât want to lose you either.â
Drew smiled, his eyes filled with relief and happiness. âThen letâs not waste any more time. Letâs be together.â
And as he leaned in to kiss you, the weight of all the past hurt and pain seemed to fade away, leaving only the promise of a futureâtogether.
THE END!!
i was thinking about writing a drabbles for this, hehe maybe their future together, if you have any suggestion, ask box are always open!! and i hope you all enjoy this imagine đ¤
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suguru geto x f!reader smut âĄ
summary: your childhood friend suguru geto comes home for summer break after 2 long years of being away at college <3
content warning: soft dom!suguru x sub!f!reader, smut, porn w a plot, hair pulling, oral m!receiving, unprotected sex (he pulls out), uses of petnames (pretty girl, sweetheart, princess), biker suguru implied, quite a bit of fluff included.
word count: 6.1k (yappatron 6000 jesus christ </3)
today is my bday and i rlly hate this, but it took me so mf LONG to write.
about a year and a half have passed since you last saw suguru; the heat of the summer bringing back childhood memories of you two playing outside, be it in the trees around your house or running through the sprinklers in the lawn. you canât help but sigh lightly, you miss him. he went out of state for college after graduation while you decided to stay back at home with your parents, itâs been lonely without him.
despite the air conditioner going full blast your forehead is still damp from the humid air of summer, reminding you of a fan you have on your desk that you could probably bring over to your bed. sitting up, you feel the immediately recognizable buzz of your phone on your thigh as you quickly snatch it up and see you have a text. itâs from satoru.
your prior mission of using the fan completely slipped your mind as you swiped the notification away rather quickly, readjusting yourself to lay down before opening it. your eyes narrowed at the message, your nerves immediately rising to the ceiling and beyond. âsuguru is coming back for summer break?â you asked yourself out loud, chewing on the tip of your index finger as you reread the text over and over again. it was exciting, to say the least. seeing him again this soon was not something you exactly expected, but you werenât complaining.
you read further to find out satoru was going to host a surprise âwelcome homeâ party for him. this didnât surprise you, though. satoru is suguruâs bestfriend, and ever since he left itâs just been you and him. the idea of all of you being back together again excited you, and you were curious to see how much suguru has grown. if he aged even half as well as satoru did, then he would be more than a little attractive.
you replied to satoru, informing him that you would be attending and helping him set up for it. after all, suguru was your beloved friend too. though you havenât seen him since he left, unlike satoru who flew out quite often to see him with his daddyâs money. the last you heard, suguru had a girlfriend and was doing very well in his studies.Â
you got ready to head over to satoruâs place to set up for suguruâs surprise party, picking up streamers and other corny party decorations on your way. you walked up to satoruâs front door, pretty much buried in all the decorations you bought as you struggled to hold yourself upwards. you let out an annoyed grunt at how long satoru took to open the door before you finally heard the door unlock and fling open. there he stood, his tall lanky figure resting against the door frame with an amused grin pulling at his lips.
âwow, you look like youâre really struggling there y/n.â he chuckled deeply, reaching forward and grabbing a couple boxes before stepping to the side to allow you space to enter his house. you let out a relieved huff when you set it all down on the table, finally being able to stand up straight. you glared at the snowy haired man, the urge to slap his cocky ass grin off of his face nearly consuming your entire being, but you decided on mercy.
âso what kind of party is this gonna be anyway? just a kick back with all of our friends or are you going to be extra like you always are?â you queried with a mocking tone, your gaze fixing up into satoruâs cerulean eyes through your eyelashes.Â
satoru simply reached up and rubbed the back of his neck, a weak smile plastered on his glossy lips. âof course itâs going to be extra. you already know i wouldnât have it any other way.â he snickered, his large hand coming up to his mouth in a mischievous manner. you couldnât do anything but sigh and laugh along while shaking your head. the time passed quicker than you thought, the house slowly becoming decorated with balloons and streamers along with letters that spelled out âwelcome home suguruâ along the wall.
as the time draws near, you canât help but chew the edges of your fingers a little raw in nervousness and anticipation to see suguru again. satoru catches this and smacks your hand away from your mouth, âyou know suguru doesnât like you doing that. stop it. go get a drink or something if youâre really that nervousâŚâ he trails off with a look of âoh shitâ forming across his face, prompting a look of curiosity and confusion from you as you sneakily try to nibble a bit more on your pinky, eliciting another smack from him as a slight yelp fell from your lips.
âwhyâd you get all cold when you mentioned the drinks?â you ask, reeling slightly from the smack he laid on your hand. satoru sighs and ruffles his snowy shaggy hair in an exasperated fashion, âi forgot the damn drinks.â he grumbles lowly, his bright blue eyes shifting to the floor in disappointment. you stood there, absolutely dumbfounded by his utter stupidity.
âhow the hell do you forget the drinks for a party?â you exclaim in a tone laced with annoyance and panic. âi donât know! i just got lost in everything i guess.â he scraped the back of his neck in embarrassment for a moment before turning to you with a confident grin on his face. âlook, can you go run out and buy a couple cases of beer or something?â he says, rustling around in his pocket before tossing his wallet at you. ânuh uh, no. i donât wanna miss suguruâs arrival, someone else can go.â
âyou and i are the only people who can drive here, plus what kind of host would i be if i were gone when he arrived? anyway, he wonât be here for like another thirty minutes. just donât drag your ass and youâll be fine.â he spits back in an irritated manner before you begrudgingly grab his wallet from where it landed beside you on the couch and head out to your car.
the drink run goes smooth enough, but then you hit traffic on your way back. shit. you are going to be late. the idea of being late because of satoruâs horrible planning only pissed you off even more. âhow does that little idiot always convince me to do the work for him?â you sighed out loud, your hand reaching up to tug at your hair as the situation fully settled in. you tap at your steering wheel eagerly, your eyes rolling into your skull as you sit completely still in traffic. after a while of sitting and plotting satoruâs death, the cars finally started rolling. but by then it was already too late, the party had started well over fifteen minutes ago and suguru was most definitely already there.
you pulled up to satoruâs party, the street and driveway already significantly more filled than it was when you left. thatâs when you saw it, a sleek black motorcycle sitting in the open garage. it caught your eye, and you were growing more curious to know who it belonged to as you wobbled your way to the door. you lugged the packs of alcohol up the small stairway leading to the front door, your arms struggling to reach the handle under the weight of the bags hanging off of them.Â
finally, you managed to get the door open with a loud grunt and a deep breath following in your wake. you panted a bit, your chest heaving as you carried the heavy load of alcohol to the kitchen. you tossed them on the counter not so carefully, desperate to get the heavy weight off of your arms. you hissed, sucking in air through your teeth as you rubbed at your arms for a bit of comfort.Â
you were busy soothing the ache in your arms when a familiar voice called your name from behind you. you immediately pivoted on your foot and spun yourself around to see a very tall suguru. you immediately pulled him in for a hug, holding onto him tightly as you rocked on your heels in excitement. he cackled under his breath, a dramatic âoofâ catching in his throat from your tight embrace. still, he returned the embrace just as tightly.
soon enough, you pulled away from the hug and shot him a look of amazement. his dark jett black hair now reached down past his mid back, and it was tied messily into a half up half down bun. it was quite the dramatic change in contrast to when you last saw him. his demeanor even felt the slightest bit different, and you couldn't quite place your finger on it. as you were lost in the view that was suguru geto, you felt your face heat up immediately as his lips formed a knowing smile. you knew you were caught checking him out, and you weren't exactly sure what to say in that very moment.
âyou look good, y/n. iâm happy to see you again after so long, seems youâve grown too.â he remarked breathlessly, his dark obsidian eyes grazing over your figure with the same amazement you looked at him with. you nodded to his statement, your eyes fluttering slightly as you offered him a polite smile.
âyeah, not as much as you though, clearly.â you muttered back, gesturing to his height with your arms in a teasing manner. he chuckled at your response, reaching forward to ruffle your hair with his hand. âwhy were you late? satoru said you were gettinâ drinks?â he quizzed gently, his voice low and smooth like honey and it was enough to make you feel like you were going to melt. you nodded your head in response, carping about how satoru forgot to buy drinks. he shook his head, tsking with a weak smile as his eyes remained fixed on you. âsounds like satoru, dude would lose his head if it wasnât attached.â he quipped in a defeated tone, before your conversation was oh so rudely interrupted by satoru. âspeak of the devil.â you muttered in annoyance, reluctantly pulling him in for a side hug as your gaze remained on suguru.
satoru chortled, his blue eyes rolling as he pulled you in a bit tighter, giving you one more extra affectionate squeeze before letting you out of his grasp. âi told ya to not drag your ass y/n, donât be angry at me.â he shrugged, his face plastered with the mundane shit eating grin he normally wore. you simply crossed your arms and rolled your eyes, turning back to pour yourself a cup of liquor to ease your nerves as suguru and satoru chatted it up.Â
you sipped slowly, your face turning in with disgust at the taste before nudging satoru on the shoulder. âi donât want this, you have it.â you requested in a dramatically appalled voice, holding the red solo cup out for him to grab. satoru didnât hesitate in the slightest, shrugging before throwing his head back and gulping it down with ease. the idea of doing it yourself making your stomach turn as you shivered at the thought.
suguru looked over satoru for a moment, but his gaze was primarily fixed on you. after nearly 2 years, you grew taller, your body grew to be womanly, and your voice even lowered a bit. it was quite a lot to take in, especially after not seeing you for what felt like so long. the house was buzzing with chatter and music, the smell of sweat and alcohol filling the air from all the people gathered around to celebrate suguruâs return. your eyes met suguruâs again, your breath hitched in your throat and the pounding in your chest made you a bit nervous. you werenât entirely sure exactly why you felt the way you felt.
maybe it was the fact that you were seeing him again for the first time in two years. or maybe, it was just the way he looked now. it had you astonished, for lack of better words. not once within your ten years of friendship did you see him like that, but the way he looked at you with his nihilistic smile made that change in an instant. you were lost in thought before satoru nudged your arm, pointing at the crowd that was dancing; with an irritated looking suguru in his grasp. you nodded, waving them off to go have fun as you turned on your heels to exit out of the garage door. you drew in a deep breath, closing your eyes momentarily to gather your thoughts and calm your breathing.
thatâs when you saw it again, a black motorcycle standing on itâs peg in front of your eyes. you stepped closer, observing it in curiosity of whose it could be to be sitting in satoruâs garage. you continued looking at it, checking for any signs of it being someone you know. and just as you were about to give up, suguru entered the dimly lit garage with a bashful smile gracing his lips.
âi see you found my bike, itâs nice huh?â he revealed that it was his bike, and it made your head spin in perplexity. just who was suguru now? âi- yeah actually it is nice. i didnât know you rode one until now.â you admitted in a breathless mumble, your eyes darting between him and his bike. âyour girlfriend into biker guys or what?â you puzzled playfully, fully unaware of what he was about to tell you.
âsatoru didnât tell you?â he laughed out loud, his large hands tucking into his pockets as he took a few steps closer to you and his bike. âwe broke up, i found out she cheated on me a couple months ago.â he informed simply, his lips pursing into a thin line as he looked you up and down. well fuck, thatâs awkward. you sighed in response, resting your hand on his shoulder briefly before letting your arm fall back down to your side.
âiâm sorry, satoru doesnât tell me much about you these days so..â you looked up at him and smiled sheepishly, an apologetic look written all over your features. he shook his head, pulling his hand out of his pocket and wrapping his arm around your shoulder reassuringly. âno big deal at all, i know how satoru can be.â he replied shortly, a weak smile tugging on his lips as he looked down at you.
âiâm about to head out, you know i hate when satoru throws these over the top parties.â the idea of him taking off already made you feel a bit sad, but you werenât going to stop him. especially because you were just as overwhelmed by them as he was. âyou want a ride home, y/n?â his question made you jolt in shock.
âuh, n-no iâm fine, i drove here. thank you though.â you blubber out, still reeling from the shock of the question. âoh, alright then, no worries.â a definite look of disappointment crosses the otherwise stoic face, making you feel as if you need to back peddle. âbut!â you shout almost a bit too loud from nerves as you try to salvage the situation, âwe could always meet up at my house, just like the old times, huh?â a slightly unnerving smirk flashes across suguruâs face, making your heart beat all the faster, âsure, iâll see you there.â
you wasted no more time in heading home, making it there quicker than youâd like to admit. you didnât even think of saying goodbye to satoru as you pull into your driveway. your headlights shined on suguru who was sliding off his helmet in front of your car, his dark bangs falling into his face messily before he straightened them out. you swallowed thickly, enjoying the view
before pulling your keys out of the ignition and stepping into the warm night air. you let out a deep exhale, the sounds of crickets and your footsteps filling your ears.
you offered suguru a gentle smile, reaching forward to grab at his hand and drag him along with you to the front of your house. he chuckled from behind you, accepting your warm hand into his and enjoying the sense of nostalgia that you brought to him. you fumbled with your keys, doing your very best to unlock the door with your shaky hands. at once, you finally unlocked the door, pushing it open and stepping inside with suguru almost glued to your back.
your parents were gone on vacation for the summer, so the house was empty and looked quite desolate as you made your way up to the bedroom with him. when you reached your bedroom, your hand smacked the wall on the inside of the door and slid around in an attempt to find the light switch. the lights finally flickered on, causing you to squint from the sudden intrusion of light. suguru stepped into the room in front of you, looking around with a bright smile.
âi see your room hasnât changed very much. itâs cute, i like it.â he murmured, the smile on his face evident in his voice as he spoke. you nodded along, turning on a lamp and shutting off the over powering ceiling light. âyeah, didnât have much of a need or want to change anything.â you replied with a tint of blush dusting over your cheeks as suguru took a seat on the edge of your bed with his legs spread apart.
âreally? even these dumb little things?â he quipped snarkily, grabbing one of your teddy bears in his hand and squeezing it. you let out a whine, as if to protest against him before snatching it from his hands and stroking itâs head with your finger. âiâll have you know that mr. teddy is not some dumb thing.â you growled back, your finger still tracing its plushy fur as suguru chortled under his breath.Â
ânothing about you has changed, y/n. youâre as feisty as ever.â he stated firmly, his dark eyes flickering into yours as he awaited your response. you let out a soft sigh, setting the teddy bear back down onto the mattress before taking a seat next to him on the edge of the bed. âyeah, kinda have to be to hold my ground around satoru when youâre gone.â you provoked teasingly, a toothy grin spreading across your face as you looked back at him. âiâve missed you, sugu.â you added, this time sounding a bit more sentimental.
âyeah iâve missed you too, sweet girl.â he hummed, wrapping his arm around your shoulder to pull you in and press a tender kiss to the top of your head. he closed his eyes for a moment, his chin now resting there as he inhaled the scent of your shampoo. he let out a soft exhale, the sound of his own heart pounding in his ears. âhow long are you gonna stay? i assume just over the summer, yeah?â you quizzed as your eyes fluttered shut, your head still pressed firmly into his shoulder.Â
âjust for the summer.â he confirmed in a more somber tone now, his back eyes remaining closed as he pressed his lips on the back of your head once more. he pulled you fully into his lap, slotting you in comfortably in between his thighs with your back against his chest. he slid your hair to the side, revealing the back of your neck. he pressed another delicate kiss there, trying to gauge your reaction to it all.
your breath caught in your throat, your thighs pressing together in a desperate attempt to soothe the aching that was building up in between your legs. suguru took note of this, his arms now wrapping around your waist from behind. his lips moved from the back of your neck, his arm reaching up to hook his fingers around the collar of your shirt to reveal your shoulder. he peppered hot sloppy kisses to the sensitive skin, his tongue darting out every now and then to leave wet spots in his wake.
this elicited a small whine from you, your eyes slamming shut from the sensation as your body began to heat up and squirm in his lap. Your responsiveness mixed with your hips squirming against his groin caused his cock to stiffen against the fabric of his jeans, a low guttural groan falling from his mouth and sending vibrations into your shoulder. âs-sugu..â you whined, your head rolling to the side to give him better access.
âso you do want this, sweetheart?â he asked sweetly, his hands falling to your hips to hold you firmly in place as he moved to suck on the side of your neck. you had little to no way to form words at this point, however deciding to go with a simple nod wasnât enough. âuse your words, baby. i want to hear you say it.â he chuckled deeply into your skin, his lips grazing across the soft and sensitive surface teasingly.
you mewled in desperation, your hips bucking into his throbbing member that pressed against the small of your back. âi want it.. please.. need you sugu..â your voice was wobbly and laced with desperation. you were really exposing yourself at the moment, revealing that this is something youâve been longing for for quite some time now.
he reached up with one of his hands to wrap your hair into a makeshift ponytail, tugging it around his knuckles harshly to force your head back as he sucked on your skin more feverishly now. âi thought so, you wouldnât stop fucking me with those pretty eyes of yours all night.â he purred, his voice velvety and full of undying lust as he squeezed your hair in his hand even tighter. you cried out from the sting, your eyebrows knitting together at the painful sensation. your hand reached up to grip at his hand resting on your hip, squeezing it tightly in an attempt to ground yourself.
this caused him to laugh sadistically as he traced small affectionate patterns on the soft skin of your hand. his grip on your hair never faltered as he pulled you up by it and stood to his feet, gently forcing you to your knees in front of him. he muttered a small âsorryâ for the way your exposed knees smacked against the hardwood. you immediately know the drill, urgently reaching up to unbuckle his belt as you feel your wetness seep from your panties and onto the floor below. he tugged back your head by your hair firmly, clicking his tongue before he spoke. âslow, sweetheart. do it slowly, i wanna see how pretty you look when you swallow my cock. make sure you look at me while you do it, or iâll make you stop.â he ordered sternly, his light and gentle voice strongly contradicting the harshness of his order, but you obeyed regardless.
you wanted nothing more than for him to just fill your mouth, so you happily obliged. you looked up into his dark hazy eyes, slowly unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans. with one small tug, his bulge was now visible through his wet and sticky boxers. you let out a needy moan, your eyelashes fluttering up at him as you pressed your tongue to the stain of precum at his tip, lapping and sucking at it through the fabric.
suguru sucked in air through his teeth, a moan coming out with his exhale as he looked down at you. his hand reached down to grip you by the chin and stroke your cheek with the rough pad of his thumb, a gentle smile resting on his lips. ânot so feisty now are you? youâre such a naughty girl, didnât know you had it in you to obey.â he teased, his abs rippling under his shirt as his body tensed up from the feeling of your pretty lips against the clothed tip of his cock.Â
you let out a slightly annoyed groan at his statement, gently nibbling on the tip with your teeth to discourage him from teasing you like that. this caused him to tug at your hair roughly, ripping your mouth away from his throbbing cock. you shrieked at the sudden tug, your head reeling with pain before he spoke. âif you bite my dick like that again, iâm not gonna let you cum. and if iâm not mistakenâ thatâs definitely not what you want, is it pretty?â he grumbled, his voice a lot less gentle and a lot more hoarse. he dragged your head back to force your face into his cock once more, letting out a breathy giggle as his hips pushed forward to press his stiffened member to your cheek.
you definitely didnât want to be denied the pleasure of cumming all over his cock, so you decided to comply this time around. you reached up and hooked your fingers around the waistband of his boxers, slowly dragging them down his muscular thighs as you looked up at him with an apologetic look in your eyes. he let out a soft hum of approval, his cock finally springing free from the tight fabric of his boxers.
the sight alone elicited a wanton moan to bubble up in your throat, his heavy and girthy member twitching in front of your face with precum dripping from the tip. you lapped at the tip of his cock, the salty taste of precum swirling around your taste buds. a normally unpleasant taste
became something you enjoyed, it sent a rush of arousal straight to your core. you savored it for a moment before wrapping your lips around the tip and swirling your tongue around it slowly. you allowed a full moan to come up your throat, sending vibrations down his shaft as your wet hot tongue slid over his slit. this alone caused his hips to rut forward further into your mouth, his hand that held your hair trembling slightly as he gasped.
the sudden rut of his hips caused you to gag, finally committing to taking him as far as you could down your throat. one of your hands gripped his toned thigh, digging your nails in as you tried to steady yourself, while the other reached up to cup his balls in your hand. suguru got needy enough to start thrusting into your mouth full force, pulling your head forward by the hair to match his pace. you gagged and whined around him, hot tears welling up in your eyes and streaming down your rosy cheeks as his heavy balls smacked into your chin.
"so good baby, your throat grips my cock so fucking nicely." moans of profanities and your name fell from his pretty lips, his voice growing to be more airy and hoarse. all the sudden he pulled his cock from your throat, letting out a loud groan from the loss of contact on his throbbing length.
you looked up at him as you coughed and tried to catch your breath, a long thick string of saliva connecting the tip of his cock to your lips. you sat on your knees for a moment, waiting for his next move as saliva and precum dripped down your chin and onto your chest. he was staring down at you, his thick veiny member coated in your saliva twitching right in front of your lips. "you look stunning when you struggle to breathe, angel. you look like such a cock hungry little girl." he wanted to enjoy this view for as long as he could, taking in the way your saliva soaked the white blouse you had on as your saliva dripped from your chin in a very lewd way.
he crouched down to your level, finally letting go of your hair, and it was immediately sore and achy from how tight he was holding it. but that thought quickly left your mind when he pulled you in for a delicate but heated kiss, his large hands cupping your dainty face as he began deepening it. his tongue slid across your bottom lip, tugging it in between his lips before plunging his tongue into your mouth. your tongues tangled together naturally, your lips melting into one another's as you moaned into suguru's mouth. the kiss was dirty, sure. but it held a feeling that felt like much more than just lust.Â
with no warning he pulled you to your feet with ease, letting you rest against his chest momentarily to stabilize your wobbly legs before bending you over on the desk. your hands rested flat against the cold wood surface, shivering as he lifted up your skirt and grazed his fingers along the swell of your ass. âyouâve got such a nice ass princess.. donât remember it looking this pretty last time i saw you.â he gritted his teeth, leaving a harsh smack on one of your
cheeks before tugging your panties off in one swift motion. you shrieked, the sting of his hand lingering on your ass caused your arousal to splatter down your thighs.
âalready wet and all youâve done is suck my cock a little.. thatâs cute baby.â he hums, his large hand kneading on the flesh of your ass while the other one slides in between your folds, rubbing harsh circles on your clit and watching the way your body tenses up from his touch. his chest filled with pride, seeing you so fucked out for him already from just a couple brushes of his fingers.
he dipped two thick digits into your aching hole, holding still for a moment to really feel the way you fluttered around his fingers. you bucked your hips against his hand, desperate for him to give you even the slightest bit more. doing this caused his cock to throb painfully, hardly able to focus from his imagination of what it would be like to have your gummy walls wrapped around his cock. he took his fingers out slowly, a wet pop following before he licked them clean with an airy grunt. âiâll have to taste you another time, i need to be inside you, now sweetheart.â he aired breathlessly, his hand gripped his thick cock and he moved forward to press the tip to your leaking entrance.Â
he slid it up and down your slick folds, enjoying the lewd sound it made before pushing the tip inside of you. your body jolted forward as if to escape from the sudden but long awaited intrusion, a slight pain creeping into your cunt from the stretch of his dick nearly tearing you open. this causes suguru to yank your arms out from under you and pull you against his chest, shoving his cock all the way in. you yelped in pain, your pussy sucking him in desperately despite how much you were stretched as you began to moan and whine his name.
âitâs okay baby, just take it. iâm sorry for being so rough. but i mmhhâ i need to fuck you.â he apologized briefly through broken moans before starting to thrust into you from behind. he held your arms behind your back tightly and shoved you face down onto the desk as his hips snapped into your ass. sounds of slapping, your mixed moans and the creaking of the desk underneath you filling the otherwise quiet room. he leaned down from behind you, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder before bullying into your cunt even further.
you squeal and squeeze your legs together as the tip of his cock pounded against your cervix repetitively, your mouth falling open and your eyes fluttering to the back of your skull. âs-sugu.. fuck meee oh my godââ you babbled on and on, you couldnât even breathe, couldnât even speak properly to tell him how much you loved him and the way he ruined you. his hand let go of one of your arms, reaching forward to grip the base of your throat and coax your head back before placing a kiss on the tip of your ear.
âi am fucking you, sweet girl.â he chastised with a chuckle, his other hand reaching down to slide under your shirt and raise it enough to roll your nipple in between his thumb and index finger. your body visibly shuddered from the pleasure, his hand leaving your throat to let your head fall back against the desk before reaching down to rub quick circles around your clit. immediately you felt your high creeping up on you, the pressure in your abdomen building and close to unraveling.Â
suguru took note of the way you fluttered around his length, the way you gripped him causing him to clench his jaw. he didnât want it to be over just yet, making quick work of flipping you onto your back against the the desk. he pushed your knees up to your shoulders, spreading your legs wide and admiring the sight of your dripping cunt before pushing back into you with ease.
he set the pace again, pressing his forehead to yours before capturing your lips into a deep kiss. it didnât take long for you to get close again, the bottom of his navel rubbing into your clit with each deep thrust he took inside of you. you whimpered into his mouth, lapping at his tongue sloppily in desperation before he broke the kiss. âiâm close sugu.. so so close.. pleaseââ she cried out as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in impossibly deeper than before. he groaned out, one of his hands reached forward to hold your face in it while his other took care of your sensitive bud.
his dark raven bangs clung to his forehead as a bead of sweat dripped down his temple. âiâm close too baby, itâs okay. you can cum.â he reassured gently, stroking her hot cheeks with his thumb affectionately. as he chased his high, he felt his muscles tense up, feeling you lock up underneath him made his hips move more feverishly, determined to pull your orgasm out of you harder.
you wrapped your arms around his neck, gripping onto his back and sinking your nails into his sweaty tanned skin. you panted, finally mustering up the courage to say what youâve wanted to for so long. âi love you suguru, i love you sâ so much..â and just like that, you came undone as a white heat rushed through your body. your back arched off the desk, your eyes slammed shut and your mouth fell slack as your insides pulsated around him. your clear sticky cum formed a ring around the base of his cock, coating his pelvic bone and his balls as he thrusted into you.
your confession certainly caught him by surprise, but he accepted it wholeheartedly as it threw him into an orgasm of his own. âi love you too, y/n. fuckâ always have, my pretty girl.â he huffed out, his hand drifting from the skin of your cheek and down to your throat to squeeze it tightly. he pulled out and pumped his swollen length a couple of times before cumming all over your tummy.
he fucked his own hand a bit more as he rode out his high, a couple more thin ropes of his hot white seed following behind. a guttural moan jumping up his throat as his eyebrows knitted together. fuck, he looked so pretty.Â
he leaned in and moved your hair out of your face before pressing a delicate kiss to your temple. the back of his index finger ghosting down the edge of your jawline before he pulled away to look for something to clean the both of you up. he wiped away the mess, a gentle and almost unreadable expression gracing over his handsome face as he focused on taking care of you.Â
he straightened out your skirt, his large veiny hands that were decorated with black nail polish sliding along your hips as if to worship the view a bit more before picking you up and laying you down on the bed. he caged you in underneath him, taking a good look at your face before kissing the tip of your nose.
âso you love me huh? maybe iâll just have to stay here.â his expression softened, and a smile grew on his lips to reveal his pearly whites. the sight of his smile made your heart swell, it wasnât the kind of smile you saw very often, but when you did it could like up an entire room. âi suppose i do, sugu.â you teased back, pressing a kiss to his lips gently before you both laid down together on your twin sized mattress.
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single dilf!yuuta x his daughterâs mentor. with his work schedule and his daughterâs mother running out on them, completely out of the picture, yuuta doesnât want his little girl to be all alone. from the suggestion of her elementary teacher, he enrolls her into a âbig brother / big sisterâ program, where college-aged students earn volunteer hours by spending time being a role model/âolder siblingâ figure to the children.
the minute you step onto his front porch in your little pink cardigan and cheerful smile, heâs a goner. heâs a grown man, and heâs becoming an awkward, fumbling mess as he gives you a tour of his very nice house and for you to meet his daughter. this first meeting is just a trial run, to see if you and his child are compatible, and itâs just his luck that sheâs taken an extreme liking to you. from this point forward, heâs going to be seeing you at least 3x a week, and with his daughter bonding so quickly to you, it could be even more.
the only issue is that he feels like a disgusting pervert for being so attracted to you â youâre nearly two decades his junior and so sweet, so innocent. you donât know what youâre doing to him, especially when you come over during the summer in your tight fitting white shirt that turns see-through when the neighborâs sprinkler system goes haywire. youâre embarrassed and just as flustered as he is, and heâs loaning you one of his clean shirts to wear while he throws yours in the dryer, and the sight of you in his clothes shouldnât be making him so hard. he excuses himself to his office, claiming he has work, but itâs really so he think abt the sight of your lacy bra underneath your t-shirt that he caught a glimpse of, feeling ashamed but too riled up to stop jerking off to the vision. little does he know, you go home, still wearing his shirt that smells like him, and desperately hump against your mattress, whining out for your adorable menteeâs father.
#i want to expand on this moreâŚ..#yuuta okkotsu x reader#heâd feel so bad abt lewding u#whole entire time u wanna give him everything#tw age gap
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Since your requests are open⌠can I request Alastor taking care of his sick wife? The crew noticed their mia and Alastor slinks away to their hotel room to find them dying (metaphorically) in their nest of blankets?
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Whew - that was a first for me :D Switching it up for a little Alastor POV ;> I hope you like it, lovely Anon! (P.S. - The song mentioned is 'Unforgettable' by Nat King Cole)
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In Sickness and in Health
Alastor's day couldn't get better â adding another, large territory to his nicely growing collection, visiting his dear friend Rosie along the way, and now returning to his diddy hotel, full of entertainment, and with his lovely wife waiting for his return: He was in a rightfully jolly mood.
He'd left so early in the morning, letting his love sleep in deep, heavy breaths, he was wondering what she had been up to this day? On the way back, he stopped by the florist, careful not to touch the delicate, burgundy blossoms of the chrysanthemums, her favourites.
He entered the hotel to find the residents deeply engaged in another of the princess's silly bonding activities â a game of charades, as it seemed. Alastor watched them with curiosity as Angel Dust gestured wildly, while the others screamed in chaos, throwing guesses his way.
âFuck, man, come on! I'm making it OBVIOUS here!â, Angel moaned, throwing his hands frustrated into the air.
âThe hell you are â you look like you're hurlin' yo' last drink like a garden sprinkler.â, Husk replies dryly, rubbing his temples, while the girls just look confused.
âIt's fucking MOTORBOATING, jesus christ on a cracker!â
The group groans, exept for Vaggie, who runs over to him and grabs the card the flamboyant spider waves around.
âIt's just 'Motorboat', you idiot.â âPotayto, Potahto.â
Alastor, having heard enough of that nonsense, closed the entrance noisily. Charlies head whipped around to see him.
âOh, hey Alastor, you're back early.â, she chirped, ignoring the still arguing group behind her. Alastor walked over and smiled down at her. âBusiness went better than I expected, dear. And you all are as... aspiring as ever, I see?â He let his gaze fall back to the group, counting â five heads. Not six. âWould you happen to know where my darling doe is?â
Charlie blinked. âUmm.â, she turned to look at the group, as if she expected her to be there. Alastors eyes narrowed as the princess asked timidly if anyone had seen her.
âNope, not me.â âDidn't turn up on the bar, either.â âShe missed breakfast, tooâ Alastor huffed, feeling anger bubbling up in his stomach at the blatant negligence of his companions. He left Charlie and the others standing without a word, looking rightfully guilty and shouting apologies at his back. He made a mental note to plan an appropriate response to this mishap, and fastened his steps to his suite.
He knocked on the door, softly. No response. He listened intensely. âMy love, are you in there?â A quiet groan, muffled through thick wood and creaking walls, barely audible.
He opened the door his eyes searching through the dimly lit room - the curtains of the windows were still closed, just like he left them this morning.
âAlastor?â, he heard your voice, weak and tired, from inside the pile of cushions, pillows and blankets piled up on the shared bed.
He quickly set the flowers down on the bureau before he peeled layers of fabric off the built fort to reveal his precious doe â face reddened, hair damp with sweat and deep, panting in straint breaths. Her eyes opened slowly, they were watery and dull.
âHello...â, she said, a small smile on her dried lips. âHello, my love.â, he answered, brushing her hair out her face with timid fingers â when they touched her forehead, it was burning hot. Alastor frowned.
âYou are sick, my doe....â She hummed in response. A shiver made her pull the blankets around her closer to her. âI think I'm dying again.â Alastor chuckled softly, cupping her cheek - heat poured from her scorching skin into his cold palms.
âAlways so dramatic. No love, you're certainly not dying. Boiling yourself, maybe. You have a raging fever, sweet thing.â
âPotayto, Potahto...â, she murmured. Alastor scrunched his nose â Angel Dust certainly had a bad influence on his wife.
âNow, now, no reason to call for the mortician, love. Let's get you out of these dampened clothes for a start, shall we?â
She whined from the coldness he exposed her to, grabbing his arms as he pulled her out of the many layers of fabric and peeled the sweat-drenched clothes from her burning body. Her usually smooth and tender skin was colored in angered flushes of read, mimicking the blazing temperature she radiated. While he worked on getting her in fresh, clean pajamas, he murmured soft reassurances and sweet words of comfort to her.
Alastor knew she hated the feeling of helplessness a sickness brought with it. Her demise had been sudden, painful and most importantly lonely, having no one by her side while the disease had eaten her alive.
He placed her back into bed, a snap of his fingers had disassembled the abhorrent nest she had built, linens clean, soft and dry. She whimpered when he opened the windows to let some fresh air into the room, but sighed in sweet relief when the cold cloth he conjured for her cooled her forehead.
âCan you play something for me?â, she whispered after he had convinced her to drink some water, her lids heavy and almost out of consciousness.
Alastor brushed her cheeks tenderly.
âOf course my treasured girl.â
He pulled the chair from his bureau next to the bed, settling down with her hand in his. He chose the song carefully â it was the one she and him first danced to, when he and her were two singulars still, instead of one plural.
The soft tunes of the celeste and piano drove the dreadful, deafening silence out of the room, and when Nat King Coles voice started to serenade, her face relaxed into a serene smile, breaths flattening into calm draws of air.
Alastor watched his wife drift into healing slumber, her skin color already fading into her more normal shade. Relieved, he stroked his thumb delicately over her fingers, still safely wound around his. Yes. Alastor knew she hated the helplessness a sickness brought with it. But at least, this time, he could be there to guide her through it.
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That family holiday kbd was soo cuteđ
Can we get a blurb about playing at the resortâs pool with Steve and the kids? đŤśđť
kbd â the harringtonâs go poolside !! mom!reader, 1.4k
âCan we hold hands?â Beth asks.Â
You throw your hand out to her showfully. She giggles as she takes it, rejuvenated after a good night's sleep and a huge breakfast from the buffet. You and Steve are probably happier about her gorging than she is; itâs never a bad day when Bethie eats well.Â
Steve holds a toddling Doveâs hand, leaning down to accommodate her tiny stature, while Avery walks just ahead. âItâs gonna be fun, bubby,â Steveâs saying, âI promise.âÂ
Doveâs been to the pool a couple of times, but never for long. Last time sheâd been in Steveâs arms for the whole session, while you shepherded Beth, and Avery played water games with her Aunt Robin. Youâre a little scared to be taking them now with just the two of you, but Steve reassured you that everyone would be perfectly safe in the kids pool under both your supervision and the lifeguards, and you tend to trust his judgement.Â
You leave the hotel lobby and step out into the resortâs back, white concrete and bright green sections of grass cut by paths that lead down to the pools and water features. Steve shouts for Avery to stay close, your oldest girl gasping with excitement as you draw near the pool and families already swimming in the sun. Her flip-flops slap the ground.Â
âMom, itâs too sunny,â Bethie whines.Â
âThis is why we all have hats. Do you want a hat?âÂ
âNo.â She frowns. âI canât see.âÂ
âYou canât see?â you ask. âI might have something that can help. Letâs just get to some seats and Iâll show you.â Â
There are rows of blue plastic chairs and sun loungers outfitted with tables near the kiddie pool, more further down toward the adult pool. Families have already set up in places, but thereâs plenty of room for you, your family, and your huge baby bag.Â
Steve hoists Dove onto a sun lounger. Avery next, though she stays standing, her excitement catching. A sprinkler shaped like a flower rains generous streams of water down onto a laughing little girl and her mother. Avery watches them over Steveâs shoulder. âCan we swim? Please, dad, I want to go under the sprinkler!â
âYeah. Letâs take your nice dress off first, sweetheart, put your arms up. Up, up!âÂ
She holds up her arms for Steve to help her out of her dress. You and Beth take the sunlounger opposite, where sheâs quick to climb into your lap, hiding her face from the sun.Â
You knew Beth wouldnât wear a hat. She hates them, just like she hates flip flops, sandals, and any shoes without socks. Luckily sheâs fine to go barefoot from here âyou begin to untie her laces. âI have something new for us to try. I think youâre gonna love it, but maybe you wonât, I donât know.âÂ
âWhat is it?âÂ
You unzip the bag and pull out a round blue container. It clicks open, unveiling a toddler-sized pair of sunglasses made of a strange soft plastic.Â
âYou can match daddy,â you sing-song, attempting to entice her. âAnd keep your eyes away from the sun.âÂ
âWill they stay on when I swim?â she asks.Â
âMaybe not, but Iâve got you goggles for swimming. Are you ready to swim? Or are we gonna sit here for a bit in the sun?âÂ
Avery jumps down off of the sunlounger. The skirt of her swimsuit bounces as she runs to you, hands vying for your bag. âMom, I want goggles too.âÂ
âI got you some, donât worry. Let daddy do it. He has to make them smaller on your head.â
Steve outfits Avery in her goggles, and takes Doveâs dress off to leave her in her swimsuit (or scuba suit). Beth doesnât wanna swim yet, but you take her dress off and begin the long process of covering each child in SPF.Â
âThere,â you say, wiping a smudge of sunscreen from Averyâs arm down into her hand. âTada! Youâre now safe from the sun.âÂ
âI love the sun.âÂ
âI know, but the sun doesnât love us. It gets too hot.âÂ
âThatâs why we have to drink.âÂ
âExactly, baby, exactly.â You frame her face with your hands. âHey, you look beautiful today. You do! Look at your lovely smile, so pretty, better let me have a little kiss.âÂ
âMommy,â she giggles.Â
âJust a little one, Avey, just oneââ You kiss her cheek twice, one near her nose and the other her ear, before pulling her in for a slightly slimy hug. The sun warms the back of your neck, and her shoulders are warm where your arms slide over them.Â
âThat was two,â Steve says.Â
âYou rat,â you say, grinning as he leans down to hug you from behind.Â
âBetter give me one to make it even,â he says in your ear.
âDonât think thatâs how it works.âÂ
He gives you a quick kiss. âHey, Dove! Babe, where are you going?âÂ
âSwim!âÂ
âGuess we better get in,â he says, thumb in your shoulder and then suddenly gone as he chases your waddling barely-toddler before she can get too far away.Â
âReady, Beth?â you ask.Â
âYouâre coming in?â she asks you.Â
âYeah, Iâm coming in,â you say, forcing a smile.Â
You've had three babies. You know you donât look like you did when you and Steve first met, donât look like somebody youâd see on TV or in the background of a Madonna video. He sees you naked all the time and heâs never had any complaints (the opposite, always), but these people arenât used to you. You have a doughy stomach and the baby weight sticks to your chest and thighs; youâre so worried youâll be judged for how you look you start to resent yourself for not trying to fix it.Â
You pull your dress over your head hesitantly.Â
An immediate wolf whistle echoes from the poolside.Â
Steveâs ankle deep in the kids shallows, his fingers still in his mouth, the other arm wrapped around Dove. The sun turns his hair a dirty blonde, his mild tan lightened.Â
âSteve, donât,â you scorn, immediately flustered at the attention it draws.Â
âThatâs my wife,â Steve says to Avery, unaffected.Â
You grab Bethie, kiss her under the chin, and try to act like you arenât embarrassed as you meet them in the water.Â
âWell hello, gorgeous,â he says, grabbing for you, not quite reaching.Â
The waterâs cold. âStop, Steve.âÂ
âYouâre so beautiful, come here, I need a kiss.âÂ
âStop.âÂ
âSeriously?â he asks.Â
You hug Beth. âMaybe one more.âÂ
âMom, youâre beautiful!â Avery shouts.Â
âYeah, mom, youâre beautiful,â Beth says.Â
Steve smirks from over Doveâs head. âTook the words right out of my mouth.âÂ
You and Steve kneel in the pool. The water isnât that deep at its deepest, and the girls can stand without being submerged. Avery and Bethie hold hands under the sprinkler flower to stop from either girl getting lost, while you and Steve watch with Dove held in his arms. âHowâs that, Dovey? Are you having fun?â you ask saccharinely.Â
Steve sighs. âYou really are so, so beautiful.âÂ
âDaddyâs feeling silly,â you say to Dove, âhe doesnât get it.âÂ
âI get it.âÂ
âYou donât think people wonder what youâre doing with me?â you ask, mostly joking, ninety percent as you give your stomach a self-deprecating squeeze. âYou look like you're still twenty-two.âÂ
âNo I donât. I used to have abs.âÂ
You push through the water to poke his lean stomach. âFeels solid to me,â you say.Â
He laughs and pulls away from you. His eyes dart between you and the girls, softened with his laughing, âGet off of me, you rascal.âÂ
âRascal?âÂ
You laugh worse.Â
Steveâs predictable. He makes sure Dove is alright floating in the water with his one hand on her back before he leans across to kiss you, a wet hand to your collar, his lips persistent as he pecks you twice, three times. âLove you, pretty girl,â he says.Â
You flush with heat from your face to your fingertips. Thatâs a rare one. âI love you too.âÂ
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After two vanilla perfection runs (and 1/2 a run heavily modded which I hated), I've found that I really enjoy the game as it is. I've put these mods into three categories: beginners, post-perfection, and bonus. This is because I truly recommend doing a completely vanilla run to perfection before modding. This game is a gem already! These are my must-haves to enhance Vanilla game play, rather than replace it.
Beginners đą Getting started w/ mods article here and a video.
SMAPI- This framework will be needed
Content Patcher, Generic Mod Config and other framework mods When you download a mod at Nexus a pop-up will show if these are required and you can download from there.
Dynamic Night Time Adds sunsets and sunrises
Automatic Gates You'll never have to open or close a gate manually which the is second to only vanilla game mechanic I truly hate.
No Fence Decay Fixes the first game mechanic that I truly hate
Data Layers Shows the range of sprinklers, scarecrows, etc.
Billboard Anywhere Now you can look at the calendar whenever you need
Passable Crops
Pony W**ght Loss Program Really gross name, very helpful mod. Makes it so your horse can pass through areas you previously couldn't.
Post-Perfection đż
Clint Rewritten You should experience Clint as he is written at least once. After that overwrite him lmao
Rustic Traveling Cart
Better Friendship and Better Ranching Do your first play through without these mods, just use a guide if you need. Trust me it's part of the fun!
Chests Anywhere Access your chests anywhere you need. First play through should be partially about learning to manage IMO, which is why I recc for second.
Look Up Anything Don't you dare put this in your first play through, I will haunt you. I'm serious!!! Use a guide.
NPC map locations Say it with me... FIRST TIME, USE A GUIDE.
Bonus (mostly cosmetic) đ
Reshade of your choice I'm using Faedew currently because it doesn't drastically alter the OG coloring. The bright colors are part of the charm though unless you can't handle them or just want a general change.
Sweet Skin Tones Wider variety of natural skintones for your farmer
Shardust's Hair Styles Cute hairs for your farmer, including several textured hair options
Hats Won't Mess Up Hair- to keep your cute styles
Elle's Cuter Animals Just makes animals cuter. Comes in: Coop-Barn-Horses-Dogs-Cats
Toddlers Like Parents Genetics for your kids but in a one sided way
Seasonal Outfits (slightly cuter aesthetic) Gives characters a wider variety of seasonal clothing options. Pretty customizable to your desires.
Eventually I might make another list for super cosmetic or more intense mods, such as what I use with Fashion Sense which focuses on farmer customization, or asset replacement mods. These are super unnecessary and I'll likely only be playing the new patch with these above. Enjoy!
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