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remus x shy!reader (part 2)
i'm a whore for slow burns and so this little mini series will be a slow burn
author: sj
warnings: fluff, full moon possessiveness, slow burn, reader is described as having longish hair and uses she/her prounouns
part one / part three / part four / part five
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this was your first full moon around remus since discovering he was a werewolf. you weren't nervous, just relieved you finally knew what was going on.
remus was terrified. everyone knew he got a little snappier when it came close to the full moon. he got wound tighter and tighter until happened and the last thing he wanted to do was snap at you.
you were 3 days away from the moon and you just finished with classes, following the boys to their common room to study with remus like normal.
you collapsed on the couch and remus fell into the cushion next to you. you both worked silently together for a while until you found remus significantly closer to you than he was before, your thigh pressed to his.
you weren't bothered by this, but remus was slowly combusting silently. he just felt this unexplained need to be touching you at all times. it started this morning when you were in class with him. your slytherin desk partner had his arm touching yours while you were both taking notes and remus thought he was going to lose. it.
at lunch he made sure he was next to you and that helped his need to be touching you. he usually started to ache before the full moons, but it seemed when you were close that he suddenly forgot about the pain and was only thinking about you. hence why he was trying to get closer to you while in the common room.
you sighed and put your books on the floor. you yawned and you slouched into the couch. remus studied you and noticed the tension you were carrying.
"lay down, bun. close your eyes for a while." remus said, patting his thigh. you nod and lay down your head on his thigh, hair cascading into his lap. remus felt his nerves start to calm and gently started running your hair through his fingers. he delicately plucked at your hair and fiddled with it.
about an hour later, sirius got restless and groaned dramatically on the floor.
"ughhhhh. i'm so bored. wake flea up so she can sneak to the kitchens with me and charm the elves." he said, rolling towards remus. remus stiffened.
"no. let her sleep. she's stressed and is actually resting right now. and if you wake her up, i will wait till you fall asleep tonight and find an insect to crawl into your ear and eat the little brains you have left." he said, it coming out a little more aggressive than remus intended, but feeling extremely protective of you.
the next day, all remus could think about was you. it was a saturday so he didn't expect to see you unless you wanted to come to the common room. and low and behold, you came through the portrait hole and came over to the boys with a small smile.
almost reflexively, remus' hands flew up to grab you as you passed, pulling you down almost on top of him as you passed. you gasped and giggled as you fell onto the couch next to remus, extending them over remus' sideways. remus sighed and pulled you into a hug and mumbled into your hair about how much he missed you.
"ew." peter mumurs.
"i had a theory that you would get possessive near the full moon and this is only proving me right." james says. your cheeks flush red and remus pulls back to look you in the eye.
"i just missed my bun is all. doesn't mean i'm some possessive alpha male." remus scoffs, looking towards the boys.
"your bun?! she's all of ours mate. not like you're dating the girl." sirius says, trying to get under remus' skin. remus' hands tighten around you, sirius' words already making remus' hypothetical hackles rise. remus, not wanting to admit sirius is right, just puts his head back to your shoulder and whispers, 'my bun'.
thus how you found out that remus gets a little possessive close to the full moon.
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Jason had been sitting in his living room, maintenancing his weapons when a circle appeared before him. It was big and swirling. It's hue very much akin to the sickening green of the Lazarus pits. He quickly realized the circle was in fact a portal as a teen stepped out of it. The teen wore surgical gloves and a mask over what appeared to be a hazmat suit. His hair was silver and seemed unaffected by gravity. Worse of all though, were his eyes that were that same damn color that Jason had long since grown to hate.
Jason grabbed two guns that were not currently taken apart and aimed them at the boy, taking a menacing step forward as he did so. "Who are you?" he growled. "What do you want?"
To his surprise, the boy didn't threaten him or gloat about some massive plan already under way. He didn't even offer some sort of vague, cryptic advice. Instead, the teen actually took a step back, covering his nose with one arm while putting the other up in surrender.
"Don't come any close!" he yelped. "The stench is already bad enough from here."
Jason blinked. What? "Excuse me?" was all he could utter.
The boy turned away slightly and dry heaved. "Ugh, so nasty."
Jason was having trouble figuring out what was going on. Even with his detective training. "Did you- did you just call me nasty?" he finally managed to splutter out.
The boy turned back to him, his eyes crinkling in utter disgust. "Uh, yeah. What else would you call a flea infested rat?"
"Flea infested-" Jason squawked.
"Listen could you just come with me so that we can get all of that taken care of asap," the boy said, gesturing towards Jason.
Regaining his composure a little, Jason tightened his grip on his weapons. "Hell no! I'm not going anywhere with you until you start explaining."
Despite having two guns pointed at his head, the teen only let out a deep sigh.
"Fine, have it your way." He replied, stepping towards Jason. The vigilante heard the kid mumbling, "You can do this. Think of it as handling a stinky baby. A very disease infested stinky baby," as he got closer and closer.
Jason fired off a warning shot next to the kid but the boy didn't even flinch. Fine, Jason thought. We can do this the hard way. He aimed at the boy's knee cap and fired. Only for the bullet to pass right through him. The boy neared him before picking him up like an unruly kitten. Jason went limp as he officially stopped processing what was happening. How the hell had this kid managed to lift him so effortlessly?
He didn't put up a fight as the boy turned around and led them both back through the portal, his arms outstretched as far away from his torso as possible. Jason's mind had just barely started to process information again when this weird furry, horned creature appeared in front of him.
"Ah Great One! You've returned," it said.
"Yeah yeah just hurry up and take this from me before I throw up!" the teen replied, setting Jason down and distancing himself.
The creature fixed the boy with a stern look. "That is not how we treat patients, Great One. Need I remind you? It was you who wanted to be my apprentice and all that entails. That includes treating our patients with the utmost professionalism. Regardless of your personal feelings."
The teen actually had the nerve to look sheepish, maybe even a little guilty. As if he hadn't just spent the last 5 minutes mercilessly insulting Jason.
The two continued talking for a time and Jason was more than happy to let them. It gave him time to process what the hell he was looking at and with any luck, they would let slip some crucial information. Instead however, they ended up discussing more about whatever this apprenticeship was before the weird looking creature turned back towards Jason.
"Apologies for the rudeness my apprentice has shown you," he said.
Jason muttered out an 'uh huh' in response.
The creature clapped his hands. "Now then, shall we get you examined?"
Examined? Jason staring blankly at the creature. Then he stared at the teen, hoping to gleam any info from their facial expressions. Nothing. And of course he did have his comms or his sos signal on him. Great, just great. What an absolutely craptastic situation he found himself in. He'd be sure to come back and haunt Bruce this time. Maybe even Dick. He swore that much.
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“ d’aw, wook at da’ wittle baby! ” a certain blonde cooed, reaching to poke fun at the messy braids made in your hair by the little boy that left the room just minutes ago only to grab a few things to finish off his masterpiece — the masterpiece known as your disastrous hair .
you see, laddie was innocent and recently met a new friend amongst the boardwalk. this friend just so happened to be a girl, and this girl gave him the lovely idea of doing up ones hair. she experimented on his head; brushing his hair to the side with the comb she had, along with applying a clip out of her own hair, to his. laddie had loved it, so she let him play with her hair as well.
he was given a demonstration of how to braid — and, low and behold, that demonstration was brought back to the cave.
now, you have no problem with spoiling the child. you love laddie, you all do; you just... really love your hair as well and now, after it being so tangled, you're afraid you may have to cut it.
and paul's fucking teasing isn't helping-
your narrowed eyes darted onto his figure, which was crouched beside your sat one —you were on the floor— mockingly, only to growl and lunge towards him; grabbing onto the front of his jacket, golden buttons pressing tightly against your palm. “ say one more word, and I'll shave your head in your sleep. ”
paul's eyes widened at the threat — usually he wouldn't take your words to heart, he'd laugh them off, but his hair was precious to him and you looked pissed. that's why he gulped, shaking his head in a nod. “ okay, okay! ” he pulled himself away, yanking your hands off of his front. “ jeez.. saw-rry, ms pissy. ”
you huffed in irritation. marko, who was nearby reading a comic, burst into a small fit of snickers from seeing paul so scared. you were just a mere human; what real damage could you actually do?
“ I know what you're thinking, ” you shot his way, giving the other male an annoyed look. “ and if you want to find out what I'm capable of, go ahead and piss me off. ”
marko's hands shot up in surrender, the comic dropping. “ hey, ” his green-blue eyes flickered to you, lips twisting in an upwards pointed position. “ I didn't do anything, baby cakes. I'm on your side, here. ”
the nickname made your eye twitch, but you didn't say anything.
just as you were about to retort though, laddie came running back into the room, “ y/n!! ” he laughed, grinning wide. “ look! I found some of star's old hair-clips! ”
blinking, you snatched your gaze away from the diabolical duo, pinning your now curious eyes onto the two clips laddie held. paul saw that as his ticket to flea, so he did.
one was a bronze, metal clip with glittery, silver stars decorating the center. it was plain, but pretty, and definitely something you could see star wearing.
the other one was one of those snap-clips. it was black, a small paper-like butterfly complimenting the tip. it looked old, the way the black paint was chipping off the end, the little ornament barely hanging on. still, you thought it was cute — it probably looked more durable when she first got it.
“ I'm guessing you're using those in my hair? ” you raised a brow, giving laddie a playful grin. no surprise that you had quickly calmed down. despite being mad about your hair, there's no way you had it in you to take it our on the kid. he was just an innocent sweetheart.
“ yep! ” laddie chirped, only to skid his way behind your sitting form once more. you felt his small hands place themselves among the sides of your head, only to reposition your head, until you were looking forward once again. “ now hold still! ”
you sighed, but smiled to yourself. looks like you'd have to risk your hair to make him happy... oh well.
but, that smile of yours quickly vanished as you saw paul and marko on the couch, looking at you, holding in their laughter.
oh, you're definitely killing them later.
hi, enjoy this since I've been gone for fucking decades.
#the lost boys#the lost boys 1987#paul the lost boys#marko the lost boys#tlb 1987#slashers#slashers x reader#marko x reader#paul x reader#laddie the lost boys#tlb paul#tlb marko#tlb marko x reader#tlb paul x reader
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pairings : neytiri x fem!reader.
warnings : avatar spoilers. avatar the way of water spoilers. fluff. reader is an annoying flea at first. platonic relationship.
— Neytiri definitely did not expect to befriend you. And that's what you thought as well.
— How did you two become friends you may ask? Neytiri asked for you assistance on something in the forest, you both go hunting, you almost die. And then the day after that, you started bother Neytiri and guilt-tripping her into talking with you.
"did you remember how you almost got me killed yesterday..? Yeah, you owe me for now." You skipped towards her, catching up to her pace as she seemed to be purposely avoiding you.
The fierce na'vi turns to you with wide, warning eyes. "I did not almost get you killed. You did that to yourself, skxawng. Not my problem you're so reckless." She huffed, turning away from you as she stormed away.
— That didn't stop you from continuing to bother her, though. You tried getting her attention more, and that meant getting in her way, interrupting everything she does, and even bother her when she's hunting. Very risky, 1/10 do not recommend unless you have a death wish.
— When you almost gave up, Neytiri finally gave in and started to acknowledge your attempts to talk to her. And by attempts, I mean literal attacks out of nowhere.
"Morning Neyney!" You perked, falling from the branch of a tree beside her. Neytiri merely glances at you, and then looks up at the branch you were waiting on for her. The branch looked broken, goodness why a branch that thick would break on someone so light as you.
"..Dont call me that." She states, regaining her composure as she began picking up herbs for something.
"Do you need help?" You questioned her, leaning slightly closer as you inspected the herbs she was picking at. Neytiri keeps a stoic face present, but she nods.
"Fine. Just don't be too annoying."
— and eventually, she warmed up to you. You were pleased your annoying antics didn't scare her away, but sometimes, she does remind you to tone your personality down.
— you both were two completely different. She was fierce and independent. Meanwhile you were gentle and 'annoyingly loud', as Neytiri said. But that didn't stop you two to be some kind of friends.
— when neytiri started trusting you with important topics, she also started showing you more qualities of herself. You learned that she was somewhat shy?. Which was hard to believe because of how she was always scary and stoic.
"Aww, are you blushing?" You cooed, wiggling a finger towards her direction with a small breathy giggle. Neytiri shoots you a warning look, trying to turn her face away from your perspective.
"I'm not. Stop talking."
"The princess is shy! So cute!"
"I said stop talking. Skxawng."
"Ow! Did you have to pinch me?!"
Neytiri grins at your pained exclaim, watching as you rubbed a stinging spot on your cheek where she pinched a few seconds ago. Secretly at the back of your mind, you were slightly happy you managed to make a smile etch through the girls face.
— half a year later, on a specific day, you saw Neytiri bring a different form of Na'vi if you squinted. The boy had a more muscular form and had hair above his eyes.. weird.
— it was then you learned he was of 'demon blood.' It didn't shock you as much as the other clan members, but you were confused. Even though you were very much lost, you didn't listen to the clan leader and his wife's words.
"I don't want to teach that thing our ways." Neytiri complained to you in the na'vi language as the 'demon blood' trailed behind both of you. You only gave her a sympathetic look, completely ignoring the fact she had just called Juke Sally..? A thing.
"Mothers orders." You only responded small. Neytiri groans, glancing at the man behind you two with a complaining look.
"Why can't you do it? You're loud and confident." She says, speaking English again. The man from behind perked up at Neytiri's words as you only laughed loudly at her.
"As if!," You sighed, wiping a tear from your eye as you died down from your cackles. Neytiri glared at you, her nose scrunching, displeased.
"Yeah, sorry mama's but he's your problem for now. You can come to me if you need any help though." You state, parting ways from the two was you jumped down the hometrees thick branches, and onto your hammock.
— she did, in fact come to you when she needed help. Too many times though. It was just simple things though like getting him to get used to riding animals without falling and the na'vi language.
— she got frustrated in helping him learn your language so you assisted her instead. And also fueled more of her patience so the poor guy won't end the day with a bruised eye. That was an exaggeration.
— at first you thought having that man into your friendship wasn't so bad. Until he started luring Neytiri away from your attention. That was a big no no in his steps.
"Go away!"
Jake stares dumbfoundedly at you as you clung onto Neytiri's arm while you waved a branch at him with a furious pout. He really didn't know how to react right now, but Neytiri seemed to be finding the situation funny.
"I'm sorry..?"
"Yeah you should be. Skxawng. Shoo! It's my turn to be spending time with Tiri." You harshly waved him off, your nose scrunching as he followed you two when you tried dragging Neytiri away.
"Are you deaf, boy? I said scram." You huffed.
"Neytiri's really supposed to be teaching me more skills today, soo.. I can't afford to just 'go away' like what you just told me to." Jake states, smiling at you as a way to come of as 'im not threatening, I swear'
You only hissed at him and flipped him off.
— and then the war started, but the Na'vi won, the humans lost and was brutally slaughtered by 10 ft blue aliens, Jake was Toruk Makto, he and your best friend now has a family.
— you first met your sweet godson and you almost died of cuteness overload. You really didn't, but you were crying. You held Neteyam in every chance you get and you'd always play with him.
— when the parents are doing something like scouting the areas and all that clan leader stuff, you would be na'vi-sitting your lovely little godson and daughter. You were definitely that cool and fun aunt(even though you're the godmother)
"Look, look, (name)! I caught a butterfly!" Little lo'ak rushes to your direction as your hair was being played by baby Tuktirey, showing you his hand as a butterfly wing slightly shook out of his hand.
Kiri slightly gasped at that, her big eyes widening in surprise. "Lo'ak! Let it go, it's hurting!" She scolded, stomping her foot furiously. Lo'ak only looks at her, confused.
"But why? I'm not crushing it."
"It's hurting! (Nameee)!, Lo'ak is hurting the butterfly!" The girl yells, tugging on the cloth in your waist as she pointed at her brother. The poor boy probably saw his life flash before his eyes when his sister did that. Oh he wouldn't dare ruin his image when it comes to you.
You only chuckled, petting the girls hair with one hand since the other was holding Tuktirey up. You crouched down to their level, and you signaled Lo'ak to come closer with one hand.
"Lo'ak, show me the butterfly." You ordered, though your tone wasn't scolding and serious, it was enough to make the boy obey your orders.
He opened his hand slightly, and it revealed a yellow winged butterfly. It's wings slightly twitched, as if it was feeling if they have their wings yet. And at that, the butterfly immediately flew away.
Lo'ak pouted at the escaping butterfly. "The butterfly is fine, see Kiri?" You called out for the girl, and she pouts in guilt.
And then Lo'ak shrugged his shoulder without a care. "Meh. I'm gonna go back to playing, (name)!" He informs before running away from you three.
Kiri was about to tell you something until her elder brother showed himself, his hands slightly clasped as if he was hiding something inside it. "(Name), look what I caught!"
He ran towards you, a wide smile on his face. He opened his hands, and the same yellow butterfly from earlier was shown. This time, it didn't fly away. The insect only flutters its wings, as if it were tired of what was happening.
You and Kiri exchanged looks, and then back at the butterfly.
— these kinds of experiences ended fairly soon though when the kids grew up. But when Tuktirey turned three, you had already adopted a child for you since you were not interested in getting a mate.
— despite already having new responsibilities, you and Neytiri still act as if you're still young and 18. But as you aged, you became less annoying and loud. But you're still that fun, wild girl.
— you can vividly remember the day when Neytiri confessed you were less annoying as if it happened a few hours ago. She said it so casually, you wondered if she was joking or not.
"You know, you became less annoying as you aged."
You stopped chopping on the ingredients for dinner, staring at her with a dumbfounded look. "I'm sorry, can you repeat that?" You questioned, tilting your head.
Jake chuckles, but immediately shuts up when you shot him a glare and continued to look after Tuktirey.
"..I said you're less annoying now that you've matured." Neytiri repeats in a different form of way, and you irked.
"Are you calling me old?"
"Kind of."
"How dare you!"
"What's up with girls and not wanting to be called old?" Jake muttered to himself, munching on a snack as Tuktirey watched the scene in front of her unfold.
"You think I'm annoying!?"
"You were."
"You thought I was annoying!?"
"You act as if you didn't know what you did to get my attention. Must I remind you?" Neytiru questions, raising her nonexistent brow.
You opened your mouth to respond, but then you remembered of Tuktireys presence. "No thank you. I'd rather break a leg than embarrass myself in front of my goddaughter." You state, huffing defeatedly as you continued to chopping ingredients.
Jake leans down to his daughter's ears, whispering something. "I'll tell you what she did, tuk."
"Don't test me, Sully." You warned the man, your ear twitching when you heard his words as you pointed a knife at him.
Tuk let's out a disappointed sound, frowning when she learned she wouldn't hear embarrassing stories of her godmother when she was younger.
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sugar high 🍒
synopsis: sugar daddy hs, always black n non-binary reader, established dynamic w/ some power play, possessive language, lil degradation, spit kink, mean dom(ish) hs, yktfv
Harry is…complex, by nature. He is a well curated structure of contradictions. He is a rockstar, an animal, a glossy beastly thing on stage. He glows under the spotlight, basking in all that concentrated attention with the air of a man who deserves every last drop. He is a hip roller, a tongue wagger, a dark eyed pretty boy dream. He’s sharp cut hips, tatted all over and wrapped up in glitter.
He is also a cream puff — that’s the version of him you met first, assisting a stylist on a Gucci suiting campaign. You’d steamed his double breasted coat, matched the ties to his green-glass eyes, buttoned him up all snug in his dress-shirt. And he’d blushed and dimpled his way through all of it. Told you that you didn’t have to do all that (“I kind of do, darling, it’s my job”), said please and thank you and stood where he was supposed to stand and made everyone laugh and look at him all fond because he was a professional sweetheart, an actual dream to work with. With the way he acted, you couldn’t tell he found you attractive until after the shoot wrapped and he walked up to you all bashful to ask for your number. It was the way he stated his intentions that got you, the way he said, soft and steady “anything you want, we can do anything you want as long as I can keep you company”.
He took you for squid ink pasta for the first date, because you’d never had it. He showed you how he liked his oysters (“a little lemon, just a squeeze..”) and how to tip them back into your mouth to taste them, and he watched the way your lips wrapped round the shell with a low heat gaze, kept his desire on the simmer like he didn’t want to scare him away. You let your inhibitions sink away into a glass of champagne, flirted with him in the same breath you talked his ear off about your job, about the books you were reading, about your vision for the future. He was so like you — the same raw ambition, the same comfort in the way you wore your skin that you’d both fought tooth and nail for, the same wicked tongue. You liked to make him blush, to tease him until he was giggling in faux offense (“it is not a whore house, it’s a family show, that’s the whole point!” “sir, at last show you sang the words “if you’re getting yourself wet for me”, and then rubbed your fingers together to demonstrate said wetness, those are the actions of a whore!”), until he let some of that babygirl cupcake act drop long enough to thumb some passion fruit sorbet from the corner of your lip and take it into his mouth, closing his eyes and groaning a little under his breath like you just tasted that good.
The second date was a flea market in the south of France. He prepared you with a simple instruction to pack light, and in response to your question about the cost of the train and accommodation and time off work he responded the same — kissed you on the temple and said “I’ll take care of all of it, you don’t have to worry about a thing, you can have anything you want, sweetheart”.
And then he did, took care of every detail — told your boss he was borrowing you for a shoot (“bring them back in one piece, styles, they’re one of our best” “mm, no promises”), got the both of you a private carriage so you could watch the grey London skyline fade away into lush fields of lavender, held your hand all the way, looked at you like you were the best view in sight, whisked you away to a cute little hostel where no one but the owners recognized him (the lady of the house absolutely fawned over him, called him strawberry boy, chided him for being gone for so long).
You used maybe two braincells that weekend — he made sure of that. Every whim, he tended to. If you wanted coffee, he went to the market and fetched you something freshly ground with notes of toffee and dark chocolate. If your stomach rumbled, he sat you down on the kitchen counter and fixed you lemon pasta, fed you dates by hand while the sauce settled, stole kisses in-between bites — cupped your face in his hands and licked into your mouth and said “feel so lucky, can’t believe your here, are you happy, what do you need, whatever you want, wanna give you everything…”.
You let him fuck you during that trip. After a dreamy morning picnicking with a jar of strawberry preserves and fresh bread and heavenly salted butter, and a whole day at the markets where he bought you a whole new wardrobe, gently insisting that he wanted to do this for you. “Harry, this is vintage alaïa, I don’t need that” you’d said. “You’re a stylist, sweetheart, might come in handy — and you’ve been eyeing it up since you saw it, at least try it on, yeah? See how you feel after”.
You’d tried it on, and it fit so perfect your mouth went a little dry — and his eyes on you, the way he smoothed his hands over your hips and told you that “you look so pretty, angel, prettiest fucking thing I ever saw” made you light-headed, running your thighs together in the dressing room. He liked doing that to you, putting you in pretty things, seeing you admire yourself. He bought you the alaïa, the cavalli handbag, a silk Gucci scarf — he was still polite, still your sweet thoughtful boy, but you could see through the cracks to what lay beneath that. The power he held over you, the obvious pleasure he took in being able to take care of you, showering you in nice things, the way he made you feel you didn’t have to think about anything when you were with him because he could do the thinking for you.
That’s the man that took you to bed. The one that told you to put your pretty new things away and wait for him in the bedroom while he tucked the groceries away. The one who met you with hungry eyes when he found you stripped down to your new chocolate brown agent provocateur set and kneeling on the bed and just clicked his tongue and asked you if he told you to do that. Tutted when you looked at him all confused and tried to explain yourself, shushed you and said (with the same quiet intensity as the first day he met you), “not your fault baby, didn’t have to think at all today, you’re just my pretty little doll, huh?”
that’s the Harry that felt every bit of your mouth with his fingers, pressed down on your tongue until you drooled a little and then made fun of you for it. The one that wouldn’t let you touch his dick until he worked you up so good that you thought you would cry, ran his tongue over the lace on your body, teased over every single sensitive inch of you until you were shaking and begging (“please, Harry please, just touch me, anything, anything” “look at you — pretty fucking mess for me, huh? wanna see you cry, baby, can’t give you my dick unless you ask real nice for me”).
He fucked you slow and deep with a hand wrapped around your neck, told you that one day he’d buy you something shiny to lay where his hand had been, but until then you’d just have to wear his fingers around your throat — told you that it was his favorite thing you’d tried on all day, called you his doll, his baby, his perfect little slut. “M’gonna give you everything you fucking want,” he said, licking the salt off your skin as it trailed down your cheek, pulling your head back to spit in your mouth and rub it into your tongue (“filthy thing, you like that? nuh-uh? you got real tight on me, baby, you must really like that”), rolling his hips and driving in hard until your eyes rolled back and you couldn’t even find your voice to beg him for more. “And you’re gonna let me, aren’t you? Not gonna fight me, are you baby? Just gonna let me take care of everything, I know what you need, daddy’s gonna give you fucking everything — that’s it, angel, just shut the fuck up and take it, you’re so good at that”.
He made you come like that, and then flipped you over, lifted your hips up and licked you out from the back, slapped you across the clit if you tried to run away from it, told you to “take it, don’t fucking run, gonna make a big mess aren’t you, show me, fuckin’ show me, that’s so good, you’re so good”, and then fucked you like that — pushed your face into the mattress and laid into you until you did make a mess, till you were drooling with it.
He was back in full sweetheart mode when he was done with you — ran you a bath and toweled you dry and held you in his arms till you fell asleep, kissed your head and said “thank you, baby, did so good for me, gave me everything I’ll ever need”. He was complex like that — a menace, an angel, a demon, a fucking fairytale prince. And you were lucky enough that you got to see every inch of it, bask in the flow of it.
#harry styles blurb#harry styles x black!reader#harry styles smut#domrry#mean dom harry styles#black oc
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Stray Ghost
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Chapter 1: Lost Kitten
Summary:
“Are your parents around?” Shouta had avoided asking before, not wanting to scare the kid off.
“Nope.” Danny started picking the table, moving the cloth back and forth. He didn’t meet Shouta’s eyes, “They’re uhh…gone. Or I’m gone? It doesn’t matter, I haven’t seen them in a while.” There was a story there, but Shouta wouldn’t push. He knew a wound when he saw one.
“Any other family? An aunt or uncle perhaps?” He tried instead.
“Nope,” He laid his head on the table using his arms as a pillow, covering Digiorno from view, “none of those.”
“Are you staying with anyone?” Shouta already knew the answer to that question.
“Only if you count the cats as ‘someone,’” He sat up meeting Shouta’s gaze, “I’ve just been around.”
★~★
In other words, Aizawa Picks up a stray
Shouta had a thing for taking in strays. Everyday along his patrol route he had stops where he would feed the strays. He was so consistent that a small gathering of cats had started to assemble waiting for food. He learned to recognize them and would take them to the shelter when they got sick or needed to be neutered. As much as he loved cats, he didn’t want any more strays born on the street.
Today should’ve been no different; fill the bowls of cat food, check the cats over, and then be on his way. As he approached the bowls hidden in the alley (he’s had problems with people stealing them or knocking them over when they’re in the open) he heard soft sounds of laughter and someone talking.
The voice sounded young, a little high for a boy’s and a little low for a girl’s. Shouta was curious. Not many people were kind to strays, either worried they had fleas or ambivalent to them entirely.
There, surrounded by a swarm of cats was a teenage boy. He had dark messy hair that covered half his face and dirty worn clothes. His jacket, which looks to have been originally red, was now a dirty mud color and was frayed. The cats rubbed against his legs and knocked into each other to be petted by his hands, he cooed at them in response. Somehow the teen sensed Shouta, and looked over. He saw the bag of food he was holding, and smiled with slightly sharp teeth. His face was just as dirty as the rest of him, giving him a manic look. The boy was clearly homeless or perhaps a runaway. Whatever he was, he was obviously alone.
“Are you the one who feeds the cats?” he stood up, annoyed meowing underneath him at his prideful display.
“I am,” Shouta walks over to the bowls and crouches down, the cats rubbing against him and yowling as if they were starving to death. He had to be careful of where he put his feet otherwise he would crush one of them, “Most people look down at this kind of thing, but I think it’s important.”
“Yeah, people suck sometimes.” the teen laughed in agreement and put his hands in his jacket pocket. He had a smile on his face as he watched the cats quickly gorge on the food when it was all poured.
“I have a few more stops to make if you want to come?” The city, while filled with heroes, still wasn’t safe for a kid. This way he could at least watch him and maybe learn more about him to help.
“Sure, I got nothing to do.” He gave a lopsided grin and started walking out of the alley. Shouta petted a few of the cat’s heads and followed after him.
“What’s your name kid?” The kid seemed easy going, a result of being naive or being used to the danger. No kid that young should be like that. He looked barely older than 15.
“Danny.” He answered easily. The name sounded foreign, it could be he was mixed or from another country. Danny looked back at him, “Yours?”
“Aizawa.” It would be weird to give him his hero name, even if he was on patrol. The boy hummed in response. “What brought you here, Danny?”
“My legs,” He deflected sarcastically. Shouta supposed he walked into that one. It was probably a touchy subject, and they did just meet. “Are you doing just this today?” He pointed to the bag.
“This, and a few other errands.” The errands being hero work, but he could put that on hold for the boy. “The next stop is over here by the way.” Shouta pointed towards an upcoming alley.
“On it!” Danny ran ahead, having to slow down when he almost missed the opening.
Shouta quirked his eyebrow but kept the same pace. By the time he entered the alley, Danny was nestled with the cats like last time. One, whose name was Digiorno (named by Hizashi), cuddled up in his lap. He was an older fatter cat that Shouta had met when he was still a kitten. He tried to take him home, but he kept running away. He was a bit shy and Hizashi’s personality was just too big for him. It had even taken Shouta a few months to be able to pet the bastard. Danny though, his presence calmed him in a way Shouta’s couldn’t.
“That one’s name is Digiorno,” Shouta crouched down beside them and filled the bowls like in the last alley. The cats all scrambled to the food except him. Instead, he just nestled deeper into Danny’s lap, curling onto his back.
“He’s gonna die soon,” Danny petted under his chin as he purred, “Maybe tonight.” The boy’s smile was softer this time, a little sad. Shouta’s heart sank. It’s true that he was getting older and slower, but he had recently been checked out by the vet and they said he was healthy.
“I can take him home with me to monitor him. He’ll be alright.” Shouta reached down to stroke his belly softly, the spot he always liked.
“I think that's a good idea,” his voice dropped down to a whisper, “no one wants to die alone…” Shouta briefly stopped petting him and looked at the boy. There was a far off look in his eye as he gazed down at the cat. Perhaps he had lost someone close to him? Shouta only hummed.
When it was time to go, Digiorno still clung onto Danny, his head resting between his neck and shoulder. Shouta took off his scarf and made a makeshift sling for him, wrapping some around Danny’s waist also, so all the weight wouldn’t be on his neck. Digiorno seemed happy inside it and sank between the strips. Shouta felt naked without it, but he was glad the cat was comfortable.
They kept walking in and out of the alleys, a few cats coming up to lick Digiorno and rub on Danny. Most of the cats seemed more interested in him than the food. Molly, an almost feral girl, even came up to them. She would usually swat and hiss at the other cats but this time she paid them no mind. She walked up onto Danny’s lap and licked Digiorno on his face, grooming his cheeks. Digiorno licked back, leaving them both with wetted fur. Danny raised his hand to her, and she smelled it before licking him and rubbing the corner of her mouth on the tips of his fingers. Danny looked at her, and if Shouta was a little bit more unstable than he was, he would swear there was some sort of understanding between the two.
It only took them 30 more minutes to finish feeding the cats. Shouta wrapped up the empty bag and stuffed it in his pocket to use next time. Danny leaned against the wall, gently petting Digiorno with a soft smile on his lips. People passed him, but never looked at him. It was like he wasn’t even there.
“You hungry? It’s a little after lunchtime and I haven't eaten yet.” Danny looked up at Shouta and nodded. He was glad the boy agreed. If he played his cards right, he could get the boy into a shelter or somewhere safe tonight.
They walked to one of Shouta’s favorite ramen places, a small family restaurant that he, Hizashi, Nemuri and Oboro used to go to as teens. The restaurant has since been passed down and slightly remodeled, but the food was still just as good. They sat down and ordered.
“I’m gonna go wash up in the bathroom real quick, alright?” Danny pointed his thumb behind him. Shouta just nodded.
Danny returned after a few minutes, his face and hands washed. Shouta’s guess of him being 15 looked right on the money now that he was able to fully see his youthful features. Freckles were splattered on his face, traveling down to his neck and under his hoodie. His blue eyes were bright, like the sun reflecting off snow. Despite their cold color, there was a warmth to them that Shouta felt he himself had lost long ago. One thing they did share were the eye bags that resided under them. Danny’s weren’t as set in as Shouta’s, but they still carried a chronic tiredness that made him want to yawn.
Danny sat down in front of him and started looking around at the shop’s walls. There was a lot of art that the owners had let people do, for a price. It was one of the attractions since everyone wanted their own little corner. Shouta himself had a doodle or two somewhere on these walls.
“Are your parents around?” Shouta had avoided asking before, not wanting to scare the kid off.
“Nope.” Danny started picking the table, moving the cloth back and forth. He didn’t meet Shouta’s eyes, “They’re uhh…gone. Or I’m gone? It doesn’t matter, I haven’t seen them in a while.” There was a story there, but Shouta wouldn’t push. He knew a wound when he saw one.
“Any other family? An aunt or uncle perhaps?” He tried instead.
“Nope,” He laid his head on the table using his arms as a pillow, covering Digiorno from view, “none of those.”
“Are you staying with anyone?” Shouta already knew the answer to that question.
“Only if you count the cats as ‘someone,’” He sat up meeting Shouta’s gaze, “I’ve just been around.”
“Have you thought about going to a shelter at all? There’s one for youths a few streets away, I could take you if you want?” Danny held up his hand to stop him.
“That’s fine,” he propped his head on his hand, “I don’t know how well me and those places mix. It’s safer on my own.” He most certainly was not, but Shouta wasn’t going to argue with him.
As if on cue their food was ready, and Danny’s eyes lit up when it was set down in front of him. He was drooling and swayed his body back and forth excitedly, like a dog shaking its tail.
“Man, I haven’t eaten in a few days.” And with that he shoved a bite into his face with the chopsticks. Shouta was about to take a bite himself but was horrified, noodles falling back into the bowl. He stared at the boy with his mouth open. Danny didn’t notice and just happily continued eating. Shouta eyed him again, but decided it was better to feed the boy more.
In between bites, Danny would feed a noodle to Digiorno, dangling it over him like a string. He would play with it until his nail snagged it down into his mouth. Feeding pets at the table, or simply having pets at the table was considered rude, but Shouta doubted anyone actually cared, and both the boy and cat were happy.
Danny finished his noodles and raised the bowl to his lips to slurp it down, a few drops running down his chin and onto the cat, who licked it away happily. That boy could eat. Shouta was still only halfway through his own bowl.
“You can order another one if you’d like?” Danny obviously needed it.
“Really?” He scratched the back of his neck, “I don’t want to waste your money…”
“Of course, feel free to order some other stuff as well. They make really good takoyaki.”
“Thanks! I really mean it,” He held his hands up in a praying manner, “I’ll try to pay you back.”
“No worries, I was going to order more anyway,” Shouta wasn’t, but he didn’t want to make the kid feel bad. Hizashi did like their takoyaki, so Shouta would bring some home.
Danny's second bowl came out and he started eating it, slower this time, no longer as desperate for food. The takoyaki was set between them and Shouta ate a few after he finished his own bowl.
“You know,” Danny laughed, stirring the ramen with a chopstick, “when I was a kid, I used to make my ramen with spicy mustard and hotdogs.” He took another bite.
Shouta’s nose curled, imagining the flavor and texture. He took a drink of water to wash it out. Danny kept talking.
“It was the easiest thing I could make, I just boiled it all together. I was a kid, so I thought it was pretty good. I still think it’s pretty good.” Danny had a somber look on his face, lost in a memory, “My parents always worked so we didn’t get a lot of home cooked meals, and if we did it attacked us or was just fudge.” That’s an alarming thought. What type of food would attack someone? Was it still alive? A better question is why would his parents put him into a situation like that? Shouta was almost glad that the kid wasn’t with them anymore. Almost. Because now the kid’s all alone.
They finished eating shortly after that, Shouta ordering more takoyaki and some pork buns to take home. He didn’t have anything else for the day, already deciding to forgo hero work to look after the kid. They walked further downtown past all the shops and tourist traps. Every time Danny slowed down to look into the window, Shouta would go inside. The boy didn’t seem to notice this and just followed Shouta in. He smiled and followed behind him.
He liked looking at the hero merch and would inspect the figures they had of them. He held up one in particular and showed it to Shouta. It was Hound Dog doing an attack pose at an unseen villain.
“This one kinda looks like a friend of mine, Wulf, but he’s less green.” Danny started speaking a different language through the figure and then responded back in Japanese, switching between serious and silly facial expressions. He laughed and set it back down and then went to wander off somewhere else. Shouta grabbed the figure and took it to the counter, hiding it from Danny. There was some paint at the counter that they sold for custom figures. The only green they had left was a bright neon, that Shouta was sure wasn’t the same color as this ‘Wulf’. He added that and some black and white paint (so they could mix it to the right hue later) to the sale. Danny found him after his purchase and didn’t question the new bag, if he even noticed it.
They went like that for a while, stopping in and out of shops with Danny picking out a few things he liked now and then. He got really excited when they passed a shop dedicated to space and the hero, Thirteen. He was bouncing back and forth like a runner preparing for a jog. Digiorno stood up in his sling and wacked him in the face, annoyed at his antics.
“Sorry buddy.” Danny rubbed the spot, but there was no mark there. He gave Digiorno an affectionate scratch as an apology.
“Do you like space?” a soft smile spread to Shouta’s face. The boy blushed and looked away, embarrassed.
“Yeah…” he rubbed the back of his neck, “I uhh- when I was younger I wanted to be an astronaut,” The same smile appeared on his face, the same one at the ramen shop when he talked about his parents, “I would study all night about space, physics, the effect of zero gravity on the body,” his head bobbed back and forth listing things, “I don’t think I can now, even if it weren’t for my… quirk, my grades sucked.”
“What is your quirk?” During their whole day together, neither of them brought up the subjects of quirks or heroes.
“Uhh,” Danny thought for a moment, deciding whether to tell Shouta or not. It could be that he had a more ‘villainous’ quirk and was scared of getting made fun of or rejected. Shouta himself had similar experiences. He had the power to remove other’s quirks, and while it isn’t very powerful in of itself, it scared people that he could render them powerless. In elementary school, the kids would throw sand in his eyes so he couldn’t see them. Then in middle school, they just flat out ignored him. Things got better in high school when he joined class 1-A and met his little group. He was thankful to them.
“To be determined?” Danny said after a pause, shrugging. His voice went higher, clearly failing to lie probably. It could be the kid was quirkless or had decided to not tell Shouta. That was his choice and Shouta knew how sensitive the topic was, but a part of him still hurt.
They walked through the store, Danny was too occupied with space facts to notice Shouta put stuff in their basket.
“Most people think the moon is a planet, but it’s actually not. It's earth's only natural satellite, which basically means it’s orbiting the earth independently of the sun, which makes it not a planet, apparently.”
Shouta just nodded along, pleased that the boy was talking so much. Everything fascinated him, and he walked around the store with wonder in his eyes. Almost every knick-knack caught his interest; hoodies, caps, posters, and a lava lamp. It was starting to get difficult to hide all this stuff from him. Shouta placed the basket on the ground and gave an eye to one of the employees. At first, she looked confused but then Shouta made a head motion to Danny and a look of understanding lit up her face. Danny turned back wondering what was happening.
“Someone just left their cart behind without paying.” Shouta nodded at the employee again who smiled knowingly.
“Oh, that’s rude.” He shrugged and kept walking around. They had explored the whole store and were back at the door. Danny opened it, but looked back inside, clearly sad to leave, like a kid who didn’t get anything from an ice cream shop. He walked out after a second, holding it open for Shouta. He looked at him expectantly, but instead Shouta shook his head.
“You wait out here for a second.” He tried to make his face blank to not reveal anything. Danny looked at him with confusion and squinted eyes, but didn’t protest, and let the door close. Shouta went to the cashier, and she had already started scanning things.
“I was worried you were going to leave, and I would have to put this all back,” she joked.
“Sorry to have worried you,” Shouta responded, ignoring the opening for small talk. She hummed and put the items in the bag. Shouta stopped her at the last thing, a hoodie with white cartoon stars decorating the outside while the inside was lined with a more realistic star scape. “I can hold that one.” She handed it to him after removing the tag. He paid her and left.
He expected to see Danny leaning against the side of the building, petting Digiorno while he waited. Instead, he only saw Digiorno standing on his scarf, hackles raised and growling deeply. Shouta panicked, not being able to find Danny quickly enough. He panicked even more when he did. A little way across the street was a giant man with a shark head being thrown into the ground. All around people were screaming and running to get away. Danny was not one of those faces. Inexplicably, he was the one who threw the shark man.
Shouta felt his face go slack and his jaw hang open. Of course, he was the type to run headfirst into danger and of course he was good at it. This didn’t help his panic any, and in fact made it worse. Danny was not one of his students, he had no idea what his limits were. Still- Shouta felt a curl of pride coil in his chest. He shook it off. Digiorno still sat on his scarves, which Shouta would need since he wasn’t sure his quirk would work on the villain. He set the bag down and placed the hoodie on top of it so it wouldn’t get dirty, then lifted Digiorno off and dropped him down again. The cat protested and smacked Shouta, but he was in a hurry so hardly noticed.
Shouta sprinted to the chaos unfolding, watching in slow motion as the villain ripped a street sign out of the ground and used it as a bat against Danny. Fortunately, the boy was small and agile enough to jump over or duck every time it swung at him. What the hell was this kid's quirk?
“Oh hi, Aizawa!” Danny waved at him with a wide excited smile on his face. He looked more alive in that moment than he had all day, his eyes glowing with a weird intensity that almost made them look like they were literally glowing. That was just the distraction that the villain needed to hit Danny, his small body bending on the pole as he was flung backwards onto the ground, a small crater broken beneath him.
Terror seized in his chest, déjà vu of the first League attack and his students. Shouta activated his quirk in vain at the villain. He already knew nothing would happen since he was a mutant type. He closed the distance and swung his scarf around his arm right when he was about to punch Danny on the ground. Danny sat up, not an injury in sight. Shouta breathed a sigh of relief- which then was forced out of him when the boy jumped up to punch the villain in the face.
The villain’s arms went up in reflex to feel his nose, clumsily stepping backwards, dragging Shouta with him. He had to untie it to not get flung into the air or crushed.
“Get back!” He shouted at Danny who ran up to help fight. Why did kids want to get themselves killed in front of Shouta?
“Oh, come on! I had it handled!” He shouted, he was still smiling ear to ear. He had an excited, almost frenzied look in his eyes.
“You most certainly did not!” Danny was so much like his students, but worse. At least they listen to him sometimes. Shouta sighed, “Just aim for the feet and make sure to watch what I’m doing.”
“Aye-aye!” Danny saluted and vaulted to the villain, who just recovered from getting his nose broken. Danny started attacking his feet, rapid punches that made a hard sound when they hit. The villain looked to be in pain, and kept trying to bend down and swat Danny, but the boy was too quick for him. Shouta tied one of his arms with the tape before another blow, then tied it to his opposite leg. Danny looked at him and smiled.
“Pay attention,” Shouta scolded, wanting to avoid last time. He dramatically pouted but turned to the villain once more. It was almost a comical sight, the villain was bouncing back and forth with the use of only one leg and arm. It didn’t take much effort for Danny to kick out his final leg beneath him, causing him to topple over. Danny beamed, his face dirty once more from being thrown into the ground. Must’ve been a habit for him.
Shouta walked over and restrained the villain with the last of his tape. He was still trying to get up, but he looked like a fish on land, which Shouta supposed he was.
“Haha, talk about a fish out of water!” Danny joked. Shouta smiled at him, glad he was safe. That only lasted a second before reality caught up with him.
“What the hell were you thinking?!” He activated his quirk, falling into the angry teacher persona. “You could’ve been really hurt!”
“I told you, I had it handled.” He put his hands up in surrender, but still had an easy-going smile on his mouth, unaware of the risks.
“That doesn’t matter! You’re still a kid, you aren’t supposed to be doing stuff like this.” Shouta rubbed the bridge of his nose, his hair falling down.
“But I have been! And I’m good at it! Trust me, I’m able to take care of myself.” He crossed his arms and pouted once more.
“Your quirk may be powerful, but it’s clear you lack training. You almost got both you and I hurt back there. You have to be more aware of your surroundings.”
“I wouldn’t have let it hurt you, I was on the way.” For the first time he sounded serious. He didn’t care about his safety but clearly put others above his own. Problem child…
Shouta relaxed slightly. He looked like such a kid. “Just do better next time.” Shouta’s face fell, realizing what he said. Shit…
“Next time!” Danny’s face lit up, pout gone. That sealed the deal in Shouta’s mind.
“Under supervision” he stressed, pointing a finger at him. Danny still smiled as he turned to go back to Digiorno.
Shouta got out his flip phone and texted Hisashi to get the spare room ready. He responded quickly, asking if Nemuri or Tensei was going to stay over. Shouta responded with a ‘Nope’ and shut his phone. He knows that wasn’t the best option, but it would be funny and he still needed to get him back.
He caught up with Danny just before he was about to pick up the cat.
“Take off your hoodie first,” Shouta instructed. Danny looked at Digiorno then back at Shouta.
“Why?” His face had the classic expression of teens when you tell them to do something.
“You’ll see.” Shouta replied in way of an explanation. Danny shrugged and started unzipping his hoodie.
As he did so, Shouta picked up Digiorno and the new hoodie, careful to leave the bags behind him and out of sight. When Danny was done, he could see the almost clean white T-shirt that was hidden underneath. Danny rubbed his arms, trying to hide some of the scars on his body. It was too late, Shouta had seen them.
Each one was clearly from something different, some being burns and the others from jabs or slices. There was one in particular that caught Shouta’s eye. It was a Lichtenberg scar that traveled up his left arm. It would be impossible to hide due to the size, but it was the one Danny tried to shield the most. Lichtenberg scars typically only lasted 24 hours, so whatever happened to him it was recent. Pain and regret gnawed at Shouta's insides. He was supposed to be a hero, but he couldn’t save this boy from clear torture. How could someone get away with doing this to a child?! All the heroes failed him.
“I’m so sorry,” Shouta couldn’t help but speak out. Danny gave him a twisted look, clearly uncomfortable at the attention.
“What are you apologizing for?” He let out a little laugh, “You didn’t do anything.”
And that was the problem. Shouta didn’t do anything to help him. He knew it was irrational but a voice in his head said that if he just tried harder, he could’ve saved him.
“Are you safe now?” That was a stupid question. Of course he was safe, because Shouta wouldn’t let anything happen to him again.
“I am.” The boy said with resolve, “They won’t hurt me ever again.” The kid was a fighter, he’d be alright.
He was about to reach for Digiorno when he noticed the hoodie draped over Shouta’s arm.
“What's that?” He pointed at the hoodie. Shouta moved Digiorno to one side of his body, the fat cat nestling between his neck like he did Danny.
“This,” Shouta unfolded it and presented it to Danny, “is just something I’d thought you’d need.”
Danny's mouth turned into the shape of an ‘O’ and his entire demeanor changed from a moment before. He shook his hands excitedly and reached for the hoodie, he looked back up at Shouta as if asking for permission. Shouta nodded and the boy took it and started examining it closer, feeling the soft fabric and staring at the stars.
“Oh cool, it’s reversible!” He flipped it inside-out so that the galaxy was on the outside and put it on. The blues and whites of the stars brought out the shine in the boy’s eyes, making him seem almost a part of the cosmos. Shouta smiled, a warm feeling blooming inside of him. Oh yeah, Shouta was going to keep him.
A cop came up to them, recognizing Shouta as a hero.
“Afternoon, Eraser Head, sir” he greeted. Danny watched silently, but there was a sharp look in his eye. “I assume that villain over there is your work?”
“It is,” Shouta nodded. Danny moved to stand behind him a little. The cop didn’t mind him and just went back to his job.
“I see. Would I be able to get a report from you or ask you a few questions?”
“I’m afraid I am off right now, but I can fax the report to your supervisor, detective Tsukauchi, later today.” Shouta didn’t have time for this right now, and he knew throwing out Tsukauchi’s name would get him to leave him alone.
“Of course, sir, I mean Eraser head.” The cop gave a short bow, and walked off to his co-workers, who were loading the villain into a car.
Shouta sighed, relaxing. It wasn’t that he found those types of interactions stressful, but they were certainly annoying.
“What was that about?” Danny moved out from behind him, confusion on his face. It was clear that Danny wasn’t too familiar with the local heroes, and even if he were, it was doubtful he knew who Shouta was.
“Ah, I’m a hero, so the man was just asking me a few questions. No need to worry yourself.” Danny’s face went through a series of emotions. First surprise, then awe, then confusion and finally concern. He went paler than usual.
“You’re not gonna tell them about me, are you?” His voice sounded small, unsure. His eyes darted to Shouta to the street, deciding to run or not.
“Not him specifically, but his supervisor.” Shouta watched him closely, “We’re acquaintances and he’s good at keeping information restricted, if that’s what you’re worried about?” Shouta quirked his eyebrow at the boy and nodded, relieved. Shouta would not question him about it, choosing to let the boy tell him in his own time.
Danny reached for Digiorno, and Shouta gave the cat to him like he was a baby. Shouta grabbed some more tape from one of his many pockets, and wrapped the scarf around him like last time, and the two were off again.
There were only a few shops left, but nothing had piqued the boy’s interest, so Shouta didn’t get anything. By this point, they were about to enter the food district.
Shouta checked his phone again and finally read Hisashi's messages;
3:08pm Did you take in another stray again? I hope it’s not feral like last time.
3:08pm I had to get SHOTS honey, SHOTS! Not to mention the fleas…
3:09pm Whatever you are planning just know I want no part in it!
3:13pm I did clean the room like you asked
3:14pm Ok I didn’t. It was already clean I just fluffed the pillows
3:18pm Sho?
3:20pm Shouta?
3:22pm Honey?
3:22pm Baby?
3:22pm Darling?
3:23pm Honey buns?
3:23pm Light of my life?
3:25pm Fine.
3:28pm I don’t even care!
3:31pm What time are you getting home?
Shouta decided to respond with a simple: I’m going shopping. Do you want anything?
Hisashi responded quickly; You~😙💛
God, he was so cheesy. Shouta smiled at the phone. How about takoyaki?
That is acceptable. Could you get the ingredients for Unadon? I’m feeling lazy and want to do something else tonight 😉👌🍆💦
Shouta looked up at Danny to see if he noticed his facial expressions change. He was still focusing on the cat, bouncing on his heels like he was a baby that needed soothed. He looked up at Shouta, sensing his eyes, then looked at him confused seeing the change. Shouta ignored him and texted back Hisashi.
Not tonight. You’ll see why
😢
Shouta shut his phone and wiped his face, trying to get it blank. Danny came up to him, his face a mixture of confusion and glee. Shouta groaned and walked ahead. Danny of course ran up to him and knocked into his shoulder playfully. Shouta just patted his head and ruffled his hair, not even realizing what he was doing. Neither of them commented on it and just continued walking.
Danny naturally followed behind him. Neither of them was talking but they had grown used to each other, their steps in sync. It was strange. Shouta had always kept himself at a distance from others, even Hizashi at first. People had to pester him to open up and be around them, like a feral cat not used to people. He didn’t mind it and was even thankful for their intrusion. But with Danny, it felt natural. The kid overall had a weird energy, both electric and calming. Shouta thinks the boy felt a similar way since he hasn’t run off yet, even though he was clearly able to.
He wanted to ask him so many questions; what was his quirk? Why did he react like that to the cop? And maybe most pressing of all, what happened to him? There had to be a reason this boy was out alone in the world. Shouta couldn’t imagine it was because of anything he did, but he knew people were cruel.
Shouta will let the boy reveal it on his own time, he knows how much it hurts when people press an issue you’re not ready to talk about.
They walked into the store, it was one of those mega stores from the U.S. It was seen as more of a novelty than a reliable store, but they had some stuff here that Shouta needed.
“Can I give you a list and we'll meet back here in 30 minutes?” Shouta needed Danny to be distracted so he could go get him some stuff. Danny cocked his eyebrow but nodded. Shouta ripped off a page from the note he kept in his pocket and wrote some of what they needed. Most of the ingredients he made sure were close to each other and easy to find, so as not to overwhelm Danny. He handed the list to Danny and they went their separate ways.
Shouta went to the clothes section. Danny hadn’t been wearing dirt long enough for it to be fasionable. There he picked up 3 pairs of jeans, 3 black and white t-shirts, PJs, and new shoes, since his were falling apart from all that walking. Shouta wasn’t sure what size Danny was, but he guessed, aiming close to bigger than smaller. He also got him a belt in case the pants were indeed too big. It wasn’t the best wardrobe, but it was a good start.
Shouta checked the clock on the wall, and he still had 10 minutes left. Good. He could use that to buy these and get the rest of the food. He was able to successfully pull it off with a minute to spare. He had gotten a larger bag to condense all of the boy’s gifts without it being too heavy.
He went back to the designated spot and waited for Danny. A few minutes went by and the boy had yet to arrive. Panic started seizing Shouta’s chest. Had he gotten into another fight? Did he run away or get lost? He was put at ease when the boy came around the corner- without the cat.
Shouta studied him, looking for any sign of distress. Instead, he was beaming and waved to Shouta like he had with the villain, naive to how the situation looked from the outside. He had a spring to his step as he finally reached Shouta.
“I wanna show you something!” Danny swayed his body excitedly, playing with the tassels on his hoodie. Now that there was no cat, Danny wore the capture tape as a normal scarf. If Shouta ignored a few factors, Danny looked a lot like him when he was in school. They even had the same haircut. He tried to ignore the sudden attack of his beating heart. He could only imagine Hizashi’s reaction.
“Where’s Digiorno?” Shouta didn’t hesitate in asking. Danny didn’t seem worried, so it wasn’t likely anyone had taken him from him. Shouta doubted they could though. He had seen how strong the boy was. It could’ve been that Danny didn’t even realize the cat was missing. In that case it would be better to start looking for him sooner before he got too far.
“That’s what I wanted to show you!” His smile grew brighter as he turned around, revealing a cat carrier backpack. It looked like a rocket ship, Digiorno’s face in the window like he was blasting off.
“Cute.” Shouta commented.
“It was on sale,” Danny beamed again, this time his voice taking a prouder tone, “I had some left-over money and I just couldn’t pass it up!”
That confused Shouta slightly. He was under the impression that the boy had nothing to his name. Although, that might have been a bit presumptuous of him. There are plenty of ways to get money on the street. His mind soured thinking of the implications of that, a grimace almost slipping onto his face. It was better to ask the boy and give him all the support he needed.
“How’d you get the money?” Shouta tried not to let anything slip into his voice, watching the boy with one eye for any reaction.
“Just some odd jobs here and there,” Danny shrugged. He had an odd look on his face as he watched Shouta, “there’s an old guy that pays me to move boxes for him to his coffee shop. He’s nice and even gives me food after.” He started chewing on one of his tassels at the mention of food.
Shouta reached into his giant bag of bags for the takoyaki. It was lukewarm by now and on the cusp of needing to be thrown out, but it was editable enough. He handed it over to Danny, who opened it without hesitation and started munching down. Him and Hizashi were similar in that aspect.
“I got what we need so we can go now.” Shouta began walking out of the store, knowing that Danny would follow along. It felt like they’d been doing this for a while or had at least known each other for a longer than they had. It felt nice in a weird way. It didn’t feel like it did when he was with Hizashi or even with his students.
“Where are we going now?” Danny asked, mouth half full of food. It had only been a few hours, but he seemed more relaxed than when Shouta had first met him. It was clear that the kid was putting on a front before, but through the day had slowly let it fall.
“Back home.” Shouta hummed, not really paying attention. Danny slowed down behind him then stopped. Shouta turned back and saw a blank face with far off eyes. He was about to ask what was wrong when it was suddenly washed away by a smile like before, but his eyes still had that same look.
“Huh,” He laughed, “‘home,’” he said it like the word tasted weird in his mouth, “haven’t heard that word in a while.” His hands looked awkward, not knowing what to do. Finally, they wrapped around his body like a hug, or something to keep him contained from exploding.
The boy never let himself have a sad look on his face, and if he did, he wiped it off quickly. Shouta wondered if that was to make others feel better or himself. He already knew the answer. You don’t smile for other people if you’re used to being alone. The boy had clearly been through a lot and kept it bottled up inside. It was too dangerous on the streets to show that kind of vulnerability. Shouta had to show him that it was okay somehow. There was a bench behind them and Shouta sat down. Danny followed but did not sit. His eyes were curious about what he was going to do.
“You know,” he started, unsure what he was going to say, “I didn’t have a place until recently.” Danny looked up at him, but Shouta looked away. It was uncomfortable to talk about, even if he wanted to help the boy. “It wasn’t as bad as what you’re facing, but it still left something heavy in me.” Shouta rubbed his chest, reflexively, “My parents weren’t ever around, always working or whatever they did at night. Sometimes, they would leave food in the fridge or money on the table, but it was never enough. I hated being in that empty house so I would wander the streets. Got into a few fights too, nothing compared to that villain, just some people who tried to jump me.” He looked down at his hands. It sounded so silly as an adult, but as a kid it deeply affected him.
“I-” Danny’s voice broke. He moved to sit next to Shouta, a comfortable distance apart. He coughed, “My parents were very similar, except they never left the house. My sister was the one who raised me, but she was only 2 years older so there wasn’t much she was able to do. I hated how much she babied me cause she was just a baby herself. She’s still like that,” he laughed but it was hollow, “They would try every once in a while. For my birthdays they would get me big gifts like a Lego set or working model rockets,” he that same look, a bittersweet sadness lost in a memory, “They stopped after I was around 13. It was like I didn’t even exist.” His eyebrows furrowed and he had a lost look in his eye, as if trying to understand them. His parents already sounded awful, but Shouta got the nasty feeling it was going to get worse. It was weird, Shouta wasn’t the best with emotions, his or others, but for some reason he wanted to reach out and comfort Danny.
“I did a lot of stupid shit to get their attention. But they would just yell and then go back to forgetting about me. On the rare occasions they were out, I would bring my friends to their little lab. They had a project they were working on that they called ‘their baby’ cause I guess we were just roommates at that point.” Danny tried to laugh but it came out more like a scoff, “I hated that thing. It had stolen all my parent’s time and then had the gall to not even work. They rather hang out with trash than us. Me and my friends were hanging out when one of us got the bright idea to try to fix it. None of us were thinking, but it sounded like a good plan. If I could somehow fix that thing, my parents wouldn’t waste all their time on it. If I broke it, well maybe they would just give up.” Danny had a look of frustration on his face with a touch of glee, as if reliving that moment. The excitement at the prospect of getting his parents back along with the cockiness of a teenager.
His face slowly fell, rubbing the palm of his hand with the Lichtenberg scar. “That didn’t happen.” His face darkened and a bitter expression twisted his youthful features, “Next thing I knew I was in the hospital. Only my sister and friends were there. You see,” he turned to Shouta, a sarcastic and frenzied smile on his lips, “somehow, I managed to fix the damn thing, so my parents were off, fussing over their favorite baby.” he sneered, then set his elbow on his knee, holding his face in his hand. He stared out at the street, his eyebrows furrowed in frustration.
Shouta hated Danny’s parents. What type of people would abandon their hurt child for some hunk of metal? The same hunk of metal that put him in the hospital. Danny’s whole story just brought up the question of what type of people they were. Not only have they neglected and put their own children at risk, but also the children of others. They could’ve very easily installed a lock or even an alarm to keep them out. Hell, the thing shouldn’t have even been in the house if it was so dangerous. They sounded more like villains than loving parents. One thing Shouta was sure of was that Danny was never going to see them again.
When Danny spoke again it was quieter, smaller, “It wasn’t until later that I learned what the thing took from me…” And that broke Shouta. He wrapped his arms around Danny, pressing the boy’s face into his chest. Danny went rigid at first, but relaxed into it, wrapping his own arms around Shouta’s back. Danny was so small despite his earlier strength. It felt like he was holding a kitten rather than a teenager.
“Why weren’t we enough for them?” his voice had completely broken, and it was clear that he was trying to hold back sobs, “We needed them and they turned away!” he pulled Shouta tighter, his fists gripping his jumpsuit. “We tried so hard to be enough for them! We behaved, we studied, we did everything to get their attention but it was never enough!” He started sobbing at this point, “My sister, she tried so hard! She was the top of the whole school, but they could barely spare her a glance! I watched as she destroyed herself studying. If she’s not good enough for them, how could I ever be?” He continued sobbing into Shouta’s chest, his tears making his shirt wet. Inside, Shouta was crying with the boy, he could even feel his eyes start to burn. He held him tighter, bringing one hand up to stroke his hair and he laid his chin on top of his head, as if to shield him from the world.
“You are enough.” He soothed, “You always have been enough.” God, how do you explain that to a child? How do you explain that it has nothing to do with you and everything to do with them? With care, that’s how.
“Your parents couldn’t see that. They don’t deserve you, if they did, they would’ve been there. Every good parent would’ve been there. You and your sister were so strong when you never should have had to, to begin with.” Danny sobbed again, hiccupping. It had probably been a while since he was able to cry, when he felt safe enough to cry.
Shouta remembered the days of being a teenager, of holding it all in and crumbling down when he was alone, until he taught himself not to cry. He had told himself that was strength and he was strong for it, but he had never been so weak. Hizashi had truly saved his life. Without him or Nemuri and Oboro, Shouta was sure he wouldn’t be here now. He would’ve exploded with everything else inside him. Shouta wants to be that for Danny. To show him that he’s safe and won’t ever be unloved or abused like that again.
Danny kept crying into Shouta’s chest and Shouta let him, staying and holding him until he was able to get it all out.
It was starting to get dark, the summer sun in the sky going to bed early under a blanket of clouds. It will be a cold night, it might even rain. The rest of the people on the street were thinking similarly and had all moved to go back into their warm homes. An overwhelming peaceful feeling settled into Shouta's chest, one he hadn’t felt for a while. He thinks Danny was the reason for it. The boy had stopped crying, and now leaned against him, using his shoulder as a pillow. Like before, neither of them commented on it. It had felt so natural that to call it out would be like disturbing a forest.
Danny had glazed over eyes. They were red and puffy from crying too much. They also had a look of tiredness, the eyes of someone too stubborn to let sleep in. Crying takes a lot out of someone, no matter their age. Teenagers get so egotistical when they’re really just tall children (adults too).
Shouta checked his phone again. It had been almost an hour since he said he would be back soon and Hizashi was freaking out. Maybe he should tell him of his little surprise, a child is not something to spring on someone. Still- Shouta thought back to their last anniversary. They had gone out of the district to the biggest karaoke bar in Japan. Shouta didn’t remember much of it, drinking to turn out Hizashi’s drunken love ballads, but somehow, Hizashi had traded the motorcycle that Shouta had just given him for a hot pink moped with cheetah print seats. They had to drive back home on that thing.
Don’t worry, I’m not dead. Be home soon.
Not soon enough!!! 😠
Too bad.
When Hizashi didn’t immediately respond Shouta texted:
Also, the takoyaki is gone.
Traitor! 😦😡
It was warm anyway.
I still would’ve eaten it 😾
I know. I just saved your life.
Is the other food still good?
Of course. I’ll be home soon so they don’t get bad. I love you.
I love you too 😙💛
But make sure you’re actually home soon cause I am hungry
👍
Danny was still leaning against Shouta and the same feeling of regret filled him as if he was about to move a cat. It would’ve been a sweet sight if the boy didn’t look like a corpse. That did help motivate him somewhat. Shouta gently patted Danny’s shoulder, not too hard or sudden to startle the boy, just enough to wake him.
Danny suddenly took a deep breath in as if he were just resuscitated and looked around for a threat. Digiorno growled from being shaken but was unable to attack either of them since he was in the carrier. That seemed to calm Danny, and he completely settled when he saw Shouta.
“Ugh, how long was I out for?” He rubbed his eyes, a yawn escaping from his mouth.
“A few minutes.” Shouta responded. So the boy was asleep. Creepy, but a useful skill. “The bus leaves in a few minutes if we want to get home soon,” Shouta stood up and stretched. His back and butt aching from the hard bench.
“Right, home.” he said the word sadly, but not as much as last time. An embarrassed look spread across his face, “Hey, uh, sorry for like, crying and stuff,” he looked away from Shouta and scratched his neck again. He had been doing that a lot today, it was probably a nervous tic.
“Don’t feel bad about it. I’m happy I was able to help, at least in some small way. Just try to remember you don’t have to take the world on by yourself, alright?” It was clear that Danny needed a lot of support, definitely counseling too. He wants the boy to feel safe talking about his feelings.
“Yeah, whatever.” Danny started to kick the gravel nearby, pretending not to listen.
“Come on,” Shouta patted him on the head again, “we have to hurry if we want to catch the bus.”
And they started walking again. Danny walked slightly behind him, his head going back and forth at every sound or looking out for danger. The kid might have been opening up to Shouta, but it was clear he was still used to being on the streets. It was good survival instincts, he wished his students were this diligent, but it made him sad that this was what Danny was used to.
Truly, it was only a few minutes away, and Danny relaxed again in the bus. He leaned against Shouta and dozed off, similarly to how he did before, holding the carrier on his lap.
Digiorno had crawled out of the flap and onto Shouta’s lap. Everyone was using him as a bed today. He purred as Shouta stroked him back and forth. Was he really going to die? He had seemed fine all day, if a bit slow. Shouta thought back to the villain fight. Digiorno didn’t run away or even move despite how scared he was. Was it a problem with his joints? Did it hurt to move? While the cat laid in his lap, Shouta looked him over. There was some loose skin where his pouch used to be, and his fur had gotten lighter. His fur also had a rougher, almost coarse texture. How come Shouta didn’t notice this before?
Cats were very close to his heart and had even saved his life. After Oboro died, he took in Sushi. He didn’t care about himself and let his needs go. One day, Sushi got sick. He rushed her to the vet clinic already crying at the prospect of losing his friend all over again. Fortunately, she was just dehydrated, but his lack of care had nearly killed her. Shouta had neglected his own needs in his grief and had almost killed her because of it. He had to learn to take care of another living thing, and in doing so, he learned he had to care for himself too.
This care extended to the stray cats, and he met Digiorno not long after. He tried to find the strays good homes, but Digiorno always ended up on the street again. Maybe he was similar to Danny in that way, thrown away not because of anything he did, but because of the cruel world around him. Looking back, Shouta quietly beat himself. If he had tried harder, would Digiorno be dying right now? There were so many cats to look after, but only if he had been slightly more diligent, this wouldn’t have happened. No, he couldn’t think like that. It was just an offhand comment from Danny. The kid was odd in a few places, but Shouta was pretty sure knowing when someone was going to die was not in his wheelhouse. The kid was too full of life to be anywhere close to death.
Still, those thoughts ate at him the whole bus ride. He should call Ms. Shuzenji to check Digiorno over, maybe even Danny. He sent a quick text to her, shaking his foot until she responded. She said she would be able to stop by in a few hours, which was better than nothing.
#danny phantom#dp#danny fenton#dp fic#dp crossover#dp x bnha#dp cross#mha#boku no hero academia#bnha
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A Canine Eulogy
We put down my dog, Geno, today.
Textwall of sentiment under the cut.
Shortly, he was ill, and steadily growing worse every day at a rapid decline of a week before his death. He'd have brief moments of cheeriness, then go back to being listless, sluggish and unhappy. The vet made it clear a few days ago that there was very little chance of saving him and that his quality of life (the most dreaded phrase in a pet owner's dictionary) was poor, and only getting poorer. We made the decision to end his suffering before it got so severe he couldn't climb up the stairs into my house, or have accidents indoors, or starve himself to death (as he was starting to). It didn't feel good, not remotely, but it had to be done.
I haven't talked about Geno on this blog, so I figure the best way to pay my respects is to tell you all how great of a dog he was. Probably a bit late to introduce him, but whatever.
Geno (nicknames including Bean, Stinky Bean/Gene, Eyebrows Boy, Old Man and Geno Bon Benostein) was a dog that we never figured out the breed of. Many people, charmed by his pleasant, permanent puppyface that was always so happy to see them, would ask me his breed, and my answer was "He's got big eyebrows, that's all I know". That generally got a laugh, which was nice.
We attained Geno when he was about half a year old in a move. My pops runs a moving company, and we get all sorts of things from moves that people don't want to take with them to the new house across the state. I don't think a single piece of furniture in my house isn't secondhand, that's how much we get.
Geno in particular was our first longterm pet from a move. The lowdown is that the customers were divorcing and were viciously arguing over every single item and animal in the house. The wife threatened to take Geno to the pound, and immediately Pops offered to adopt him. I found this out when he picked me up from a sleepover in middle school and had a second dog with him, along with our first. It was quite a delightful surprise.
Our first dog was less than obedient and more than indifferent to humans, loving to destroy stuff and escape constantly. Geno, on the other hand, was only concerned about staying within eyesight of his owners, to the point of sitting on a windowsill as well as he could and staring at us through the glass until we let him in (at the time Pops was not eager to have dogs in the house). We never needed to chain him up or fence him in - he was entirely devoted to us from jump and got as close as he could at all times.
The first dog eventually died, and Geno was the sole pup of the house. He thrived in that, and he made a point to prove himself to be an excellent dog. He never had an accident in the house for many years (until age got to him), preferring to potty in the bushes or brush so that we didn't have to worry about stepping in it or even cleaning it up. He never barked or ran away or growled at visitors, nor did he knock over trash cans or even so much as get fleas during the summer. The only things we struggled with were his great hatred of other dogs and aggressive fear of wheels. The wheel thing was a little more embarrassing, because he'd bark at some poor bastard in a wheelchair who was just trying to mind his own business. Like, great, thanks, Geno. Now we look like assholes.
Geno went on many, many trips across the country with us, especially to Yellowstone, which is a yearly voyage pops and I go on. He was a treat to travel with - he just wanted to rest his head between the front seats and look at us adoringly. He went to beaches, where he didn't enjoy the coast and instead stuck with us by inches, and on moves, where customers and their new neighbors would fawn over him and he got to be the Super Special Puppy Dog, which he loved. He went more places than most people I know, and certainly ate more pizza than any other dog in the United States while we were in hotels. Maybe not healthy for him, but man did he love his 'za, and he'd stare at us with his big ol' cow eyes. How could we say no?
This dog was a major part of my life - he was around for half of it, from middle school to adulthood. I don't think I can ever get another dog that would be nearly as wonderful as him, and I don't know that I want to. I think he raised the standard too high and made every dog I take care of (I housesit for a living) somehow not as good as him, no matter how well-mannered they are. I expect that to be that way for a very long time.
His collar, I decided, will stay in my car, hooked around the rearview mirror. That way, he gets to travel with me no matter where I go. He always did thoroughly enjoy a car ride.
Moonshine will miss him greatly. She was infatuated with him no matter how much he tried to make her go away. He gave up towards the end and started being nice to her, at least. I'm just glad I've got pictures of them interacting and her demanding his affections. Those are precious memories above precious memories.
The vet techs mourned with us as we said goodbye, calling him "one of the good ones". I think that's a pretty high compliment.
I hope he's happy, wherever he is.
You were a good boy, Geno.
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(I'm mostly thinking abt my boys here but I decided to use like OC language cuz that's what most people relate to)
My favorite thing abt lethal company OC's that are or contain an entity/monster that's now working with a crew/on the crew's side is the idea of someone watching them in the terminal
Like, like if you have a masked then on the terminal they'll show up like a dead player body, blue with the sight triangle thing, but a duller blue than the living employee's blue on the terminal, and like imagine trying to hook that baby up to the terminal cuz usually the terminal only follows the players that signed in on it, I got off track
Or like, friendly Bracken? How the hell you hook that guy up. Or like if the terminal person isn't used to their new monster buddy yet and they switch to someone being followed by a red dot and momentarily they panic and try to walkie in "TURN AROUND!!!" And then they check the helmet camera and it's just that person turning around and looking at the friendly Bracken, who then waves awkwardly or rustles uncomfortably a little, and then back through the walkie "oh that's just our Bracken <3"
(More under the cut)
Or like, if you do get a monster hooked up to the terminal and end up able to track it, I expect most scrap teams would let the monster go off on its own cuz if it's something like a Bracken or Coil or something like that they expect it to be tough enough to scrap collect on its own safely, but like imagine switching to it on the terminal and seeing not just it's red dot, but another one nearby. Like. You know??? Cuz what if, hear me out, the friendly red dot is sitting still, what if they're staring at a coil head? What if they're trying to not be spotted by a nutcracker (cuz those things kill anything <3 I think LOL)? Or, dare I be angsty, what if they're hurt? Alternatively what if like a loot bug found them and went "woah what a funny thing that's gonna be the centerpiece of my hoard" or what if a spore lizard found them and using cat theory was like "this thing is ignoring me... I trust it. My friend now, I'm staying with it" Or like your team's Masked running other Masked and they have a little funny guy party
Or, another fun idea, what if you switch to your monster buddy on the terminal and see a blue dot with them, so you assume all is well and you switch to the next teammate, and the next after a while, and back to the last one, and you get confused cuz monster Buddy isn't there, so you switch back to them and now there's another/more blue dots, and it sets in there's another team. Imagine radioing to your team "guys there's another team, and they're staring at our coil, you gotta go save him" or what if your Buddy is one of the simpler monsters like a Snare Flea, Loot Bug, or Spore Lizard and you guys have to genuinely go fight those people off so they don't hurt your baby???
Two bonus ideas just posited by Rend: what if the monster teammate isn't moving or doing anything about the other team because they ALSO have a monster teammate with them? What if, in their panic, your terminal person doesn't notice one of the moving blue dots is a little duller and the other team is essentially talking to your boy like "omg friendly Bracken!!! We have a friendly Masked, wanna join our team?" and your Bracken's just sitting there trying to figure out how to express it's taken, OR what if the other team DOESNT know they have a monster with them, I'm thinking like Maskeds who have their mask on under their helmet, Bracken's pretending to be employees, loot bugs in a trench coat /ref
Okay Rend's other idea, because he's full of himself /lov, was what if your monster teammate is a Nutcracker, and you're watching it essentially open up, look around, close, continue walking, and then the blue dots move. And slowly you notice they're getting closer, and you notice on the camera one of them has a shovel, and you have to walkie to your buddies they need to go save your semi indestructible protector who split off to hunt down a spider that caused some trouble
Ough the terminal just offers so many fun ideas for monster and crew collaborative teams my mind is buzzing /pos
#host#rambling sorry tee hee#long post#rend helped a little so I'll do his funny tag#👁️#I love thinking abt this
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All the firsts and Zack have decided to each get a house plant to take care of.
The SOLDIERs As Plant Dads
I'll do my own take on this concept, but I really recommend Green Thumb by Soyna on ff.net. This fic cracks me up every time I read it lmao
• After following Angeal to the monthly flea market in the slums, the boys come back with a plant each.
• Zack couldn't say no to Aerith gifting him a little plant. Sephiroth got his finger stuck in a venus flytrap. Genesis bought the venus flytrap with Sephiroth's finger still attached for laughs. Angeal got another plant to add to his collection.
• They're in the elevator going up to their apartments and Angeal is annoyed.
• First he has Zack, who barely knows how to care for himself, boasting about how Aerith is going to be sooo proud of him for keeping his little plant happy and alive.
• And then he has Genesis, who after laughing himself silly at the sight of Sephiroth with his finger stuck, is now trying to pry the venus flytrap away from Sephiroth and grumbling about how he doesn't understand why the plant likes him so much.
• Angeal has enough and says "100 gil says those plants won't live to see the end of the week."
• Zack immediately perks up at this.
Zack: Oh yeah!? Well you're about to be 100 gil poorer, old man! Me and—*he looks down at his plant*—Stefano are going to prove you wrong!
• Meanwhile Genesis, while still trying to unhinge the venus flytrap's jaws, seconds this.
Genesis: Make that 200 gil! Frederick will be alive and happy by the end of the week, you'll see!
Sephiroth: We're naming our plant Frederick? Why don't I have a say in this?
Genesis: Sephiroth, you're two minutes away from losing a finger. Worry about that instead.
THE NEXT DAY
• Zack walks into the training room carrying Stefano, the plant, in a baby carrier strapped across his chest.
• Angeal sees this and immediately loses it.
Angeal: You have got to be kidding me.
Zack: What? I told you I was gonna take this seriously! I'm the best plant dad ever. I'm so not gonna let Stefano out of my sight!
• Genesis walks into the training room nonchalantly and holding a capuccino.
Zack: Dude! Where's your plant?
Genesis: Ah, Freddy is with his nanny.
Angeal:
Angeal: You hired a nanny for a potted plant? Are you out of your mind??
Genesis: What? I had three nannies and I turned out fine.
• Kunsel walks into the training room rolling the venus flytrap around on a baby stroller.
Angeal: KUNSEL is your nanny????
Kunsel: 'Sup.
Angeal: ARE YOU PEOPLE OUT OF YOUR MINDS? THEY'RE PLANTS, NOT CHILDREN.
Zack: Shhhhh you're gonna wake up Stefano!
• Sephiroth walks into the training room with a stack of papers. He walks over to Genesis and drops them in his hands.
Sephiroth: Here you go. They're the papers granting you full custody of Frederick. I've realized I'm not ready to be a father.
Angeal: IT'S A PLANT.
Genesis: So you're just going to walk out on us? Have you no shame? No honor as a man, Sephiroth?
Zack: Yeah, Seph, for shame.
Angeal: IT'S A VENUS FLYTRAP.
Sephiroth: I understand your feelings might be muddled at a time like this. Hopefully in time you'll see that this is the best decision for our family.
Genesis: You know, my mother warned me this would happen.
Angeal: IT CAN'T EVEN TALK. IT'S A PLANT.
Genesis: And in front of the kids? You have no regard for our child's well being, you deadbeat cretin.
Sephiroth: You have every right to be angry. I will also be providing child support.
Angeal, rolling around on the floor: A PLANT.
Genesis: No. You know what? Me and Freddy don't want your money. We'll be leaving now, and you'll never see us again.
• He takes the stroller from Kunsel.
Genesis: Come on, Frederick, we're leaving.
• He strides out of the training room with Kunsel in tow. The following silence is loud until:
Zack: HEY!
• Angeal and Sephiroth look at him
Zack: STEFANO ISN'T A REAL PLANT. HE'S MADE OF PLASTIC!
Angeal and Sephiroth:
Zack: NO WONDER AERITH WAS SO EAGER TO GIVE IT TO ME.
#ffvii#ff7#genesis rhapsodos#final fantasy 7#sephiroth#ffvii crisis core#angeal hewley#ff7r#final fantasy#zack fair#ff#final fantasy vii crisis core#final fantasy vii#final fantasy vii remake
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a very, very sweet before & after for mr. bentley, one of our car wash kids we got around six or seven months ago now! :-) he & his brother beemer are up for adoption with our rescue along with so many lovely foster kittens and cats!
i had just finished washing up the jeep between running ubereats runs & imagine my shock when we have a full house of kittens back home & these two little boys just walk out to me, starving & malnourished ;; they both had some horrible fleas & lots of weight to gain, but they've pulled a total 180 and are so big & fluffy now!
you can support our rescue efforts & taking care of all these kids all sorts of ways! patreon + ig + adopt / foster / donate + shop
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remus x shy!reader (part 4)
author: sj
warnings: fluff; angst for remus lol; reader is in hufflepuff; uses she/her pronouns; not edited
done with finals!! now battling the want to only read fics and not write, let me know if you want a confession from rem!!
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part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 5
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it was the day of the date and remus had been up since 4 am. he couldn't stop thinking about your date. however bad he hoped it would go, he didn't want your first date experience to be horrible. he wanted you to be treated how you deserve and to have a lovely time while also never ever wanting to see the fool again. and that is why he had woken up at 4 in the morning and couldn't stop the fight in his mind.
it was 11:30am and he was laying on the couch in the common room, one foot on the ground tapping constantly. the boys had decided to stay in this morning because james was worried they'd run into you and that sirius would end up embarrassing you and ruin your date.
"moony, if you don't stop tapping your foot, i'm going to lose my mind." sirius grunted, head in his hands covering his ears from the tapping noise.
"she should be done with her date now, right? its been 2 hours. why isn't she back yet?" remus asked.
"relax you love sick dog. your precious wife will be returned soon." sirius replied dramatically, rolling his eyes at how abserd this whole situation was. "if you had only confessed your love for her when you had the chance, she wouldn't be snogging another fella while you fumed the whole time." he added. remus shot upright on the couch with a wide eyed expression and a look of dread covering his features.
"here she comes!" peter shouted, holding the marauder's map in his hands, walking into the common room where the other boys were. all of their heads turned towards the portrait hole where it swung open and you stepped through.
you were excited to tell the boys all about it, but you weren't quite expecting them to all be staring at you when you got back.
"well, hi." you said, cheeks flushing more than they already were, glancing towards the floor to not meet their eyes. you sat down on the couch next to remus like normal, not sensing the tension in his body, only feeling their eyes on you.
"WELL??? i need all the details. spill your guts flea!" sirius cried across from you.
"it was okay! it wasn't bad! but it also wasn't great. like it was pleasant but it wasn't anything to write home about. is that good? like are you supposed to know if you want to marry him already?" you rambled, entire face flushing and not meeting their eyes.
"aw, hoppers. i'm sorry it didn't go well." james consoled you.
"what do you mean?" you asked, confused why he sounded sad for you.
"well, it didn't sound like there was any chemistry, that's important if you're gonna date someone." james explained.
"flea, i know it's your first date ever, but even i thought you'd know that." sirius shrugged. at the mention of it being your first date, you tensed and shot a look a remus, hurt that he spilled a secret to the boys. remus met your gaze with a look of panic.
"that wasn't me! i swear it! i didn't tell them!" he yelled.
"oh he didn't tell us, but the way you were acting before was kind of obvious and the fact that remus would've known that you were dating someone before you were part of our group and you certainly haven't since we've been friends because of remus' behavior." sirius explained, you relaxed and reached to touch remus' leg.
"sorry for thinking that you told them when you didn't ." you apologized and remus nodded back.
"its fine bun, i'm not hurt." he said, covering your hand with his.
"so hoppers, did you snog him?" sirius asked crudely. your cheeks flushed bright red.
"that is none of your business sirius! and a lady never kisses and tells!" you exclaim, avoiding all their eyes. "i told him that it would be best if we were friends, and he agreed. i don't think dating is for me, i just got so anxious before! and the thought of having to go on another date, just makes me nauseous." you say, leaning onto remus' shoulder and resting your head.
"thats okay, bun. you don't have to date if you don't want to." remus patted your thigh, his heart soaring that he won't have to go through this again. he knew he'd have to tell you that he liked you soon, the thought of you with someone else almost killed him.
"thanks rem." you mumbled back, sinking deeper into his side.
sirius observes this going on, looking to james and mouthing, 'are they fucking idiots??'
james simply rolled his eyes in response.
#remus lupin x reader fluff#remus x reader#remus lupin#remus lupin x reader#remus lupin fluff#remus x reader fluff#marauders x reader#the marauders#marauders era#marauders
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The moon (Alfie Solomons x fem!oc)
Alfie Solomons x Rose Coldwell (ofc) Masterlist
Summary: It's 1905 and this is their third Valentine's day together. But it's the first one where they share more than kisses. Two seventeen years old in love, a house just for them and a night full of promises that Alfie makes to her. She deserves the moon and for his girlfriend, Alfie is ready to learn to fly.
Warnings: None. Just two teenagers in love. Fluff.
Words: 1.2k || Valentine's masterlist
1905.
That was the third Valentine's Day together, but the first since they had begun to share some nights together.
On February 13, Rose left the Evert home where she worked to pick him up. She knew he would be on an extra shift that afternoon at the bakery where he worked and waited for him there.
"Solomons! Your girl is outside!"
One of Alfie's co-workers, spotted her leaning against a wall on the sidewalk across the street and waved to her before going to look for him. It wasn't unusual to see her there and everyone in the bakery knew who she was because Alfie named her every chance he got.
The teenage girl smiled as she watched him walk towards her and even more so when he lifted her in his arms before kissing her.
"Good afternoon, luv."
"Good afternoon, Al. How are you, sweetheart?"
"Tired. But good, you?"
"Same… but…"
Alfie narrowed his eyes as he looked at her. His girlfriend had a mischievous look that he knew all too well.
"But?"
"Tomorrow is February 14th. I know we didn't plan anything, but I really want to celebrate with you so I got a place to be alone. It's a good opportunity for us to be able to enjoy ourselves a bit, do you want to?"
"You're offering me a night together, precisely on Valentine's Day, and then asking me if I want to? You should know that answer by now, Rosie. Of course I want to, where?"
"It's a house that's in the care of Betty, another of Evert's employees. They use that house for the summer, because it's too cold to live in now but there's always someone looking after it. And she, Betty, can't take care of it tomorrow so I volunteered. In the morning she's going to give me the key and then the place is all mine…or in this case, ours."
"You, Rose Elizabeth Coldwell, you are my life and a treasure to mankind. I need to buy you something for tomorrow."
"I don't need anything, Al. Keep that money,"
The boy smiled at her and kissed her forehead "I love you."
That February 14th, for a winter day turned out to be a little warmer than usual, though still cold. Rose had yet to tell her mother that she wouldn't be back until the next day. Her mother already knew that the relationship between her daughter and the boy who lived next door had gone to the next level and yet Rose still found it difficult to talk openly about it. But she finally did.
"I'd always rather you tell me where you're going to be than have to worry, sweetheart."
"Yes, Mom. But don't worry about me and it's just for today."
The woman nodded. She trusted Alfie, she had watched him grow up since he was a baby and knew that nothing would happen to her daughter if he was around.
Alfie knew his girlfriend didn't want him to spend money on her, considering it wasn't something either of them had any to spare but quite the opposite, but Alfie knew that this Valentine's Day wouldn't be like the previous two. It was obvious that they now had another bond and as such, he as a man (or on his way to becoming one) needed something to show for it. Before he would have reached for a sweet treat or a walk near the Thames, but not anymore.
On his way to the bakery where he worked, he stopped for a moment at the flea market. At a stall selling old china, paintings and books he saw a silver necklace bearing her name and a rose. It might not be the most beautiful thing, but Alfie knew she would like it. All that was needed now was for the sun to go down. And according to the clock, that was still ten hours away. An eternity.
At the local market she had bought several things for dinner. Fish, potatoes and various herbs would be enough for the two of them. Cooking was not her specialty but for him, she did it. She was grateful that she didn't have to work at the mansion that day, taking care of that house gave her some peace of mind that she wouldn't have otherwise. But like Alfie, the day was incredibly long.
An hour ahead of schedule, he showed up. The bakery owner took pity on the boy and allowed him to leave early to go in search of his Juliet to celebrate Valentine's Day. Once upon a time he had been 17 years old, too.
Both teenagers greeted each other with an eternal kiss. Finally on what had seemed to be the longest day of mankind, the two were finally together.
"Happy Valentine's Day, luv."
"Happy Valentine's Day, Al."
Rose had thrown wood in the fireplace so the usually cold house was cozier.
Alfie knew the kitchen was his girlfriend's enemy and teasing her about it was something he wasn't going to let go, even on Valentine's Day.
"We're not in danger of fire?"
"No, Mr. Solomons, I've been careful today. So don't be an ass, Alfie. And I assure you it will be one of the tastiest things you've ever ate, at least made by me. I can't compete with your talent or your mother's. Or mine. But I'm trying."
"For me, it will be perfect."
The oil lamps, the fire in the fireplace and the candles on the table helped the romantic mood that day around the two of them. Alfie and Rose would love each other madly for the rest of their lives. But there was something about their seventeen years that future versions of them would not have: that was pure love. Not because they would love each other less in the future, but for the simple reason that at that age they were a mixture of still being children with being adults and both worlds collided, provoking in them a mixture of innocent love with passion that they could not control. And anyone who saw them interacting said so.
Dinner, as she had said, was the best she had made so far and Alfie had been unable to say anything about it, his empty plate spoke for him.
His arms around her waist and early kisses on her neck, prevented Rose from washing the dishes when she tried to do so after dinner. Alfie didn't want dessert either, or he did, but not the one she had just offered him. And why keep pretending when she wanted the same thing? There was only one excuse why Rose had gotten the house for her and him on Valentine's Day and that was to enjoy the evening. And the bedroom was witness to that.
Alfie held her against his chest, moments later. His heart was still racing and she, lying against him, could feel it.
"My life for staying like this forever."
"I told you, Rosie, we're going to do it. I promised you and I keep promising you the life you deserve. I'm going to give it to you, even if it takes me years."
"I don't need much more than you, a place for us and a dog, Al."
"And we're going to get it," the boy stroked her back gently before kissing her again. "I have something for you, wait."
His coat had been left in the living room and that was as far as he went. She couldn't help but laugh as she watched him walk there naked. If only Mildred Evert knew what she was doing in her house…but fuck the old lady and her two stupid sons. She didn't know whose bed she and Alfie had made love in, but if it was old Evert's all the better. And if it was Lawrence's, the eldest son's, all the better still.
Alfie ran back. The temperature difference between the two rooms was noticeable and he was grateful to be back sheltering in bed next to his Rosie.
"To you. Happy Valentine's Day, again, dove." He handed her the package wrapped in wooden paper that had a red bow on it.
"Alfie, I told you…"
"I know, but I wanted to give you something." Alfie looked at her as he opened the gift. Rose deserved better than that trinket. One day, he told himself, he would give her a diamond necklace. He would make it like he was named Alfred Solomons.
"Love, it's beautiful!" the sincerity in her gaze and her voice made him smile. The girl kissed him, caressing his cheek. "Will you help me?"
"Sure."
Alfie put the necklace around her neck and closed the clasp. The charm with the rose and the engraved name, fell to her chest.
"I'm not taking it off. Thank you, Al. I love you."
"Me too, pet. I promise to give you something better in the future. The moon, if you ask me."
"You don't know how to fly," Rose smiled as Alfie gave her an amused look and lay down on top of her again.
"As if that's a drawback…because of you, luv, I learn to fly."
#alfie solomons#alfie solomons x oc#alfie solomons x ofc#alfie x rose#peaky blinders#peaky blinders x oc#tom hardy
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My back yard is a popular hotspot for neighborhood cats- some outdoor pets, some strays. I've seen at least five DIFFERENT cats drinking from my frog pond. Recently I had been seeing this little black cat a lot more than usual.
So about a week and a half ago, it was pouring rain and I looked onto my deck and what do I see but THREE FERAL KITTENS PLAYING. I think they were born in the bush next to our deck and she took them to high ground when the rain made it swampy. I took the above video where I realize why I'd been seeing that cat so much.
You can also hear in my voice at the end as I wonder what the Hell I'm supposed to do now. Do I... do I just leave the kittens?? The mom will be back when Im gone.
I decided to take them in. Better to be raised in a warm house than grow up feral in my back yard, right? I still believe this but I couldn't help but feel like a kidnapper when I caught them.
I only managed to catch two. The third hid where I couldn't reach him, and the mama came back and took him away. I haven't seen either since. I'm gonna try calling TNR and see if they can find her. I hope that third kitten is okay.
MEANWHILE NOW I HAVE TWO KITTENS.
My pal @squimoo fosters kittens so I yelled at her and she gave me some advice. She said they looked about 4 weeks, which is old enough to be raised away from mom. I gave them warm towels and boxes to hide in, and some of my cat's wet food, and gave them some space.
They slowly got more comfortable and we moved them to the office where we had a little more environmental control. The next day I took them to the vet. Both healthy- no mites or worms or anything, got their shots and flea meds- both girls!
(Husband was a tiny bit sad- he wanted a boy cat lol)
So we have now adopted two precious baby kittens! Over the past week they've warmed up to us a lot, and we're seeing their personalities!
Husband and I each named one. He named the dark one Gally, after his favorite manga Battle Angel Alita.
I named the blonde one Azrael, the angel of death but also Gargamel's cat from the Smurfs. I always thought that was a badass name for a cat lol.
Azrael is cautious and shy but she'll purr for chin scritches. She loves to climb, as high as she can- she'll be the first to knock over our Christmas tree.
Gally is playful and friendly. She loves attention and wet food and attacking our toes. She loves belly rubs and keeps trying to climb up after her sister but isn't as sure of her footing yet.
And that's the story of how I have two new kittens and they are my life and I love them
(Alchemy is displeased. We're working on that.)
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Can you write a tommy lee fic like tommy, reader and crüeboys are drunk and they find a homeless cat(English is not my native language but i hope you can understand what i mean lol) so drunk tommy wants to adopt it and trying to explain to the guys that the cat is their child (It's silly but it would be nice if you wrote it <3)
Can we keep him?!
Requested: yes, by anon
A/n: I absolutely love this idea!
Pairings: Tommy Lee x fem!reader feat. The rest of the motley boys
Summary: what the request says
It was a normal Saturday night for you and the band. Getting drunk and doing stupid shit. Tommy had his arm loosely around your shoulders as the five of you walked down the street. It was dark, the only lights were the yellow street lights. You were all laughing until you heard a meow.
You stopped dead in your tracks. “What was that?” You asked.
“What the fuck do you think? It’s a cat.” Mick responded dryly. “No shit, Mickey Mouse. I mean where is it coming from.” You replied, part of you having no idea what you were saying.
Tommy walked into the alleyway, “Guys, I think it’s coming from here.” He motioned towards a cardboard box. You all walked towards the drummer. And lo and behold, a small kitten was in the box. The poor thing was covered in fleas.
“Oh my goodness.” You said, your voice higher than normal as you crouched down to see the cat. “Aww aren’t you a cute little baby?” You cooed as you picked it up.
The cat licked you. “I think he likes you, babe.” Tommy said, crouching down next to you.
“How can you tell he’s a boy.”
“Obviously by his balls.” You hit him on the arm after that, “Ew, that is disgusting. Don’t say that about a cat.”
Held his hands up in defense. “Guys, we should keep him.” You said.
“No, we’re not bringing a cat in my apartment.” Nikki said.
“You’re apartment? Mind you who pays the rent half the time?” You shot back.
“Dudes, he’s basically our child now we have to keep him.” The drummer said and you nodded with a smile.
“Yeah! We can all have shared custody of this little guy.” You piped up.
“Honestly not a bad idea.” Vince said. However Mick and Nikki were still hesitant.
“Ha! Three against two! We win, we’re keeping him.” You stated.
“Fine.” Nikki sighed.
You ended up taking him home and cleaning him of flees while Mick went out the store to buy supplies such as food and toys.
“We should name him Flamethrower.” Tommy said.
“Hmm I was thinking Harold.” You replied. The two of you were sitting on your shared bed, you were holding the cat in the air.
“How about Harold The Flamethrower.” Tommy proposed.
“Yes!”
And that’s how you got Harold The Flamethrower.
#motley crue#motley crue x reader#fluff#nikki sixx#tommy lee#mick mars#cute#vince neil#tommy lee x reader#cats#cat#funny#drunk shenanigans#tooth rotting fluff#silly stuff
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oct' x 12 - cornfields
Prompt: cornfields
Pairing: sequins!joel miller x f!reader
Word Count: 1,271
Warnings: 18+, P in V, this is an established relationship so assume conversations about protection are well spoken about between the two, wrap it up folks. Remember, unbeta'd here and barely read through - mistakes are my own.
Summary: this took on a whole life of it's own and was not supposed to be this long. either way, you can thank @rhoorl for inadvertently picking the choices that led us here!
x. masterlist
“I used to come out here all the time, when I was younger,” Joel said, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between the two of you.
It was a lazy Saturday, having spent the morning downtown checking out the flea market and now you were on your way home to enjoy the time off together..
“How much younger?” You asked, curious.
“Before Sarah,” he responded, giving you an incredulous look.
“So you and your buddies would bring back girls to the cornfields to what? Have sex?” You asked.
Joel turned to smirk at you before he looked back at the road ahead, “Perhaps.”
“Oh my god," you groaned, “you were the bad boy of the cornfields?”
“That makes me sound really corny.”
He didn't need to glance in your direction to realize you had just rolled your eyes, with the accompanying comment “You're such a dad.”
“Just fulfilling my duties,” he said smugly.
“So what was so great about sex in a cornfield?” you asked after a moment of silence passed between the two of you again.
“Well, considering at the time I was living at home and couldn't exactly bring a girl back without my mom murdering me, it was private for a start.”
“You're telling me you chose a cornfield over your truck?”
“It's a little hard when there's a group of you.”
“So sex in a truck with others around is a no, but sex in a cornfield while others are getting it on at the same time is okay?”
“You really need to stop applying logic to a teenage boy with raging hormones.”
Laughing you conceded, “Okay cowboy,” which earned a broad smile from him. The nickname you had given him when you first met still held a special place in his heart.
Joel chuckled, “You want me to show you?”
“Show me what?” you asked puzzled, turning to look at him from the group text you'd been trying to catch up on.
He looked at you with a raised brow, the smirk on his face said more than he needed to say, “Show you what I used to do out here in the cornfields?”
You were taken aback, not sure if he was serious. He continued with a grin, “We could pull over and could show you?”
You paused for a moment, your voice lost in the back of your throat, “Sure?” you managed to choke out with a laugh.
Without needing any more confirmation Joel turned off the main drag and pulled off to the side of the deserted dirt road he'd turned on to and turned off the engine. “We've got all the privacy we need out here.”
“I can't believe I'm doing this.”
Before Joel could answer there was a crack of thunder, you looked up to the sky through the windscreen. The weather hadn't called for rain, but here it was pelting down heavily, the sound echoing in the cab of the truck.
“Well, maybe this is a good thing.” Joel remarked as he watched the rain fall.
“How so?” you asked.
He laughed, “Because I really wasn't sure how my back was going to be okay rolling in some field, not exactly a teenager any more.”
His hand was on the keys to start the ignition when you reached out your hand to stop him, “Maybe all is not wasted?” he looked at you curiously, “it's private and we have this whole truck bench to ourselves,” you gave him a sultry smile, “would be a shame to see an opportunity go to waste.”
“That so?”
You nodded as you shifted closed, “I mean, in all of our time together, I'm surprised we haven't christened this truck yet.”
“Maybe we need to do that?” he said, winking at you.
“I think so.”
“So.”
“So…” you managed to trail out before your lips came crashing together as he pulled you tightly against him, your body moulding against his. Your hands gripped at his shirt pulling him closer as your kisses became more desperate.
The sounds of the outside rain fought against the sounds that came from the two of you as Joel frantically pulled off your jacket, while you pulled at his belt buckle so you could unbutton his jeans. Both now thrown to the back of the cab, Joel managed to turn you to lay you out on the bench. You'd never been more thankful he'd ignored Tommy's suggestion to upgrade to a newer model with a centre console.
“Jesus,” Joel cursed as fought against your dress as he tried to move it up your legs, “does this dress ever end?”
The teal maxi dress you'd chosen to wear under the denim jacket you’d had on had been a good idea for the sunny fall day that morning, now it was proving to be a hindrance.
“I may have to cut this shit off,” he said as he continued to manoeuvre the dress around your thighs, you couldn't help but laugh.
“Let me,” you pulled up the skirt of the dress to your hips and Joel made quick work of pulling your panties down your legs.
The two of you stared at one another as you tried to catch your breath, your neck was already at an awkward angle and it didn't have to be said that Joel would be too tall to switch with you. Before you could ask what you should do, Joel was shimming both his jeans and boxer briefs down over his hips and motioning for you to get on top of him.
You somehow managed to position yourself above him with more grace than you thought possible, and sank onto his cock, holding on to the steering wheel for support with both hands. Your eyes nearly rolled back in your head as he filled you, your back pressed against his chest.
The sensation was overwhelming and you needed a moment to take him all in, your head thrown back rested on his shoulder and he trailed his lips over your jaw and exposed throat as you adjusted.
“Fuck,” you breathed out under your breath as Joel rolled his hips underneath you.
His hands had naturally moved to your hips as he helped you find a rhythm above him. Using the steering wheel as leverage as you bounced on his lap, each one met with a thrust of his hips. But soon he was reaching around and finding your clit, the sensation of his calloused fingers had you seeing stars and it wasn't long before you were on the edge.
“Fuck, I'm close,” you breathed out heavily as his fingers sent lightning through your body.
He dropped a kiss to the crook of your neck, “Come for me…” he breathed into your ear.
You did as you were told, you came hard against him as he continued to stroke you, every bit of energy you had left flowing out of your body as you collapsed against the steering wheel you'd been holding on to for dear life.
“I'm close,” he warned you, and you knew it wouldn't take long for him to reach his end as he struggled to catch his own breath.
You could feel his cock pulsing inside of you, and a few more thrusts and he found his end.
“Wow,” you breathed as you dropped your head back against his shoulder.
“Fuck, yes… wow.” He agreed as he nuzzled your neck.
“Does this beat your cornfield sex days?” You laughed as you tried to catch your breath.
You felt his chest rumble with a laugh before you heard it, “Darlin' there is no comparison.”
#october x 500#autumnal offerings#joel miller fanfic#joel miller fanfiction#joel miller x you#joel miller x reader#sequins!joel x reader
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