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harrysfolklore · 2 months

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Harry Styles Answers the Web's Most Searched Questions | WIRED

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"Hi I'm Harry Styles and this is the Wired Autocomplete Interview."

Harry introduced himself to the camera and you smiled, you were currently at WIRED Studios for Harry's long awaited autocomplete interview that he finally agreed to do thanks to yours and his fans persistence.

You were sitting behind the camera with the rest of the crew, watching him with a small smile.

A crew member passed the first board to him, he looked at it confusedly for a minute before speaking.

"Okay so. I'm answering what I think or what?"

Everyone in the studio laughed and the director quickly explained to him how the game worked once again, you rolled your eyes with affection and he sent a wink your way.

"Alright, how is Harry Styles?" he said after taking the little piece of paper off the board, "I'm good, I'm really enjoying being home in London, I was away for a while on tour and I'm going to stay here for a bit so that's exciting."

"How did Harry Styles," he paused to rip the next paper and reveal the rest of the question, "Become famous? Well, when I was sixteen years old I auditioned for a singing show called The X Factor, I got put in a band with four lads and we didn't win but we put out a song called What Makes You Beautiful," he smiled for a second, "that one put us on the map, we released a bunch of albums and now I'm here."

"How did Harry Styles meet his wife?" at this, he turned his gaze to you to give you a big smile, you immediately mirrored his and nodded your head, signaling that you were okay with him talking about it.

"We could say that it was basically a blind date, we had a friend in common who thought we would be a good match and set us up, we had an amazing first date but then I had to travel to Los Angeles for work so we couldn't really see each other after that but once I was back in London we hung out all the time, and now we're married."

He smiled at you again and you couldn't help but feel your heart melt, you had been married for 6 months now but the married life was still new for the both of you, and everything he called you his wife butterflies made its way to your stomach.

"How is Harry Styles still alive?" his eyes widened in surprise and he looked around the room, making a few present laugh, "Um, that's a weird thing to search on the internet, but I guess, I don't know if I can answer that, I don't think anyone can answer that we're just lucky to still be around and enjoy life."

He gave the camera one of his infamous "frog smiles" and handed the board to a crew member who was ready with the next one.

"Does Harry Styles have tattoos?" he revealed the first question of the new board, "Yes, he does. I have a lot of tattoos actually, they're basically all over my body. The most recent one is right here," he pointed at the back of his right arm, "It's my wedding date, actually, everyone might call me a sap but I was reserving this arm for tattoos about my wife a and future kids, so I guess it's finally time to fill it."

It was safe to say that fans watching at home and everyone in the studio absolutely melted, especially you.

"Does Harry Styles have siblings? I do I have a sister, she's older than me and her name is Gemma. A lot of people claim she's cooler than me for some reason but I don't thing that's true," he shrugged and revealed the next question, "Does Harry Styles speak Italian? I would like to think that I do, I spend a lot of time there and I've learned how to communicate pretty decently."

"Is Harry Styles an actor?" he said after peeling the first sticker of the new board, "He tries to be an actor that's for sure," he laughed and everyone in the room did as well, "I mean, I've been in a couple of movies, I've auditioned for a bunch of roles and my agent has sent me scripts to go through," he shrugged "So I can say that makes me an actor."

"Is Harry Styles american?" he shook his head at that one, "He is not! He's Britain, born and raised okay? He's very proud of it."

"What's Harry Styles BeReal? I don't have a BeReal, but if I did I wouldn't tell you," he pointed to the camera jokingly, "What are Harry Styles fans called? I think they are referred to as Harries, but I don't like to speak on behalf of them, you should ask them."

"What was Harry Styles first song? My first song was Sign Of The Times, I wrote it with friends that I love, and that is my wife's favorite song I've ever written, right love?"

"That's correct." you said from your spot, pretty audible so you know it would make it to the final cut of the interview.

"What are Harry Styles songs about?" he peeled the last sticker of the board, "They're about a lot of things, life, friends, love, my wife," he shrugged, "I even have one about the female orgasm."

You quietly giggled, knowing that his fans would go crazy over that last sentence.

"Did Harry Styles go to college? He did not, he became a singer."

"Did Harry Styles win a Grammy? He somehow won Album Of The Year last year, which is absolutely insane if you ask him."

"Did Harry Styles finish high school? Oh I'm glad the internet asks," he laughed, "Contrary to popular belief I did finish high school, I completed my GCES and I graduated, I don't know why there's a rumor there that I didn't finish high school tho."

"Anyway, last one!" he comically threw the board to the floor and grabbed the final board a crew member was handling him, "Who is Harry Styles best friend? Um, I have a ton of best friends. Jeff who's also my manager, Mitch who plays in my band, my childhood best friend's name is Johnny, so yeah, I'm very lucky in the friends department, I love my friends."

"Who does Harry Styles look like? My mom, I would say. A lot of people point out that we have the same smile," he shrugged, "My mom is a beautiful woman so I'm flattered."

"Who did Harry Styles write Love Of My Life about? My wife and London."

"And final question," he slowly peeled off the sticker for dramatic effect, "Who does Harry Styles love? Okay, that's cute that people search for that on the internet, um, I love my family and friends, I love my wife that's for sure, I love making music and performing," he listed with his fingers, "And love love, yeah, love is great."

He smiled to the camera and put the board aside to say his goodbyes.

"I thought my Google searches were much more appropriate that I expected. I was fun to see what people wonder about me, so yeah thank you WIRED for having me."

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gh0stsp1d3r · 1 year

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Tangerines and deers- part 9

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Suggestive dialogue, he’s a lil flirt

Tangerine got off of you after a little bit, holding his hand out and helping you up.

You giggled like a little school girl, and he just rolled his eyes. You pressed a kiss to his cheek but he swatted you away.

“Oh, piss off.”

“So… uh, anyways, Ladybug and some other old guy is waiting for us a few cars up.” You said.

He sighed, and looked at you again.

“I’m not sure if I can make it there without ripping your fucking clothes off if you keep staring at me like that.” He said, hoping that would work and you guys didn’t have to go back and actually fight.

You smirked “C’mon, we gotta go before they get suspicious. We can do that later, when we’re alone and not on a train.”

You guys walked in silence mostly, a couple glances back and fourth but that was it until you reached the cars they were in before, but it was empty.

You guys walked around the train a bit more, and finally saw them.

“Hey!” You said, running and catching up with them. Tangerine muttered something under his breath that you didn’t quite hear.

“Oh, hi.” Ladybug looked back at you, and then back into the bathroom.

They both kneeled.

“Father. I don’t understand.”

“It is fate, my son.”

“Wataru?”

“He is safe.”

“Welp, he seemed like a decent guy.” He said and looked at lemon.

Tangerine caught up to them, and looked in the bathroom again.

“He shot me.”

“Me, too. Twice.”

“Stop talking about him.” Tangerine said, immediately getting protective over him.

“Sorry.”

Lemon woke up, and tangerine ran over to him. He yawned loudly.

“Lemon? I thought I fucking lost you.” He said, voice cracking slightly.

“Oh. Oh, man. Am I in hell?” He looked around. “Oh fuck.” He said, and opened up his shirt.

“Fucking vest, man.” He looked up at Tangerine.

“Oh, you drank the water.”

Lemon saw the necklace on his neck, and looked up at tangerine. He began to take it off, but Tangerine stopped him.

“Nah, It looks better on you. Keep it.” He said. Lemon smiled at him, and wrapped his arms around his shoulders.

“You… you’re more of a Thomas.” Lemon said, putting the sticker on his hand.

When they pulled away, Lemon noticed something on his neck.

“Is that- is that a hickey?”

Tangerine turned pink, slightly, and touched his neck. They all looked at you. You shrugged slowly.

“Oops.. must’ve gotten carried away.” You said.

Lemon laughed, and tangerine helped him stand up.

They all went back and sat down, Kimura tried to stop the bleeding. You kneeled beside him on the floor.

“Mind if I help?”

“Please.” He mumbled. You lifted his shirt up and applied pressure on the gunshot, and continued cleaning other wounds on him as well.

Lemon watched you, as Tangerine sat next to him.

“So, you and Deer, eh?”

He sighed “Seems like it.”

“I’m glad. That’s.. that’s good, that you found someone, man.” He was secretly scared of him replacing him.

“I’m not gonna replace you, if that’s what you’re worried about. You’ll always be my brother.” Tangerine said.

“Fella’s, Deer, we need to come up with a plan.” Ladybug said.

Kimura and Lemon started to fight, saying something about how he shot him, you stopped what you were doing and stood up, standing next to Ladybug now.

He threw toilet paper at them, trying to stop them.

“When we are so quick to anger, we are slow to understand.” Ladybug said.

“I’m fast to kick your ass, though, I swear to God-“ lemon said, annoyed at his stupid words.

“Lemon- Lemon! C’mon, man.” Tangerine tried to pull him off. You sat across from the man, who seemed to be the only one who wasn’t trying to kill anyone.

You sighed “Men, am I right?” You joked, and put your head against the window glass.

They shouted and screamed, and the man had finally had enough.

“Gentlemen!” He shouted, louder than them. It even caused you to jump as he stood up.

“A plum does not resent the hungry man, but the farmer who planted the tree.”

No one noticed you, sound asleep, resting your head on the glass except for Tangerine. He just sat down and sighed.

“He resents the farmer?”

“So how do plums have fuckin’ resentments? So how can it resent?”

“Listen. The white death is the farmer.”

“So we’re the plums. We’re the plums?” He looked to Lemon.

“It doesn’t make sense. Why are you motherfuckers using metaphors. He almost shot my fucking brother!” He pointed to tangerine, who just wanted to leave already.

“Oh please, I didn’t even shoot him!”

“You shot my son! We prepare together… or we die alone.”

“That’s all I was trying to say.” He said, he looked back and saw you sleeping.

“I wouldn’t wake her. She’s an asshole when she wakes up.” Ladybug said, and the man looked back.

“Well, it’s either that or she-“

“Don’t even say it. Don’t even fucking say it.” Ladybug said. Pointing a finger at him.

“I’ll wake her up, for fucks sake.” Tangerine slammed his hands on the table and went over to you.

“Wake up.” He shook your shoulders. You groaned and thought it was ladybug.

“Just a few more minutes, lovebug.” You booped his nose. He scrunched his nose in disgust and quickly got away.

“Yeah, never mind. You can wake her up.” Tangerine said, and sat next to lemon.

Ladybug sighed, and slapped you.

“Ow! What the fuck?” You yelled, and slapped him back.

“Ow.” He muttered, and held a hand to his face.

“I told you a few more minutes.” You complained.

“That was tangerine, not me.”

“Oh.” You felt embarrassed.

“The white death waits for you with his army of assassins. Killers from all countries. But he has no idea my son and I are on this train. If fates wills, I will get my revenge.”

“I’ll head to the back and stop as many as I can.”

“I’ll go to the driver car, and get us the fuck out of here. What are you guys gonna go, joburg?”

“I’m gonna buy us some time.”

“I’m sorry, what? No, no, absolutely not.”

“Deer..” he sighed.

You pulled him aside, away from the others so they didn’t hear the conversation “No. It’s too risky.” He stared at you “No!”

“How many missions have you gone on with me?”

“Too many.”

“And how many have we failed?”

“… none.”

“Exactly. I’ll be fine. I promise.” He said.

“Ladybug, what the hell will I do if this plan doesn’t work?”

“You’ll live. As long as you live, I don’t care what happens to me. Fear is temporary. Regret lasts forever. If something happened to you, I’d live with that regret for the rest of my life. Okay?”

“If you die- if anything happens to you, I’d be the one feeling regret for not doing anything.”

“Deer, I’ll be fine. I promise.” He sighed and took something out of his pocket.

“I remember you said that you loved that bracelet a while back, I kept it for the right time.“

“You… remembered.”

It was a little bracelet, with a ladybug and a deer charm.

“I always do.” He smiled, and opened his arms again. You ran into his arms, tears in your eyes. You hugged him tightly, so tight he worse that his lungs would collapse is you kept doing it.

“Okay- okay-“ he said, patting your back.

“I can’t really breathe.” He rasped out, and you loosened your grip.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He laughed, and you guys pulled away after a little.

“Be safe.. okay?” You said, as the train stopped and arrived at Kyoto station.

“You too.” He said, and smiling before you left him. You went back to tangerine and the elder.

“So.. what the fuck do we do?”

“Go help your brother.”

“Sir, with all due respect, are you sure your sons got it? He’s a little damaged and-“

“He’ll be fine. Go!” He said, and you two shrugged and walked away.

#tangerine x reader #bullet train x reader #bullet train #aaron taylor johnson #tangerine bullet train #tangerine #aaron taylor johnson x reader

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jamiekb · 9 months

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new update!!!! i’m going insane so here’s my thoughts on it (it’s a long one)

First thoughts on the new update and things that make me go !!!! (hope you’ve already seen it all otherwise this won’t make sense):

the new house when the page is loading!!! so cute!! with the little color paper chains that eddie showed how to make

the cute little gif of House being drawn (ok so that happens when you open it, i just wanted to see if it hada a name)

EYES oh my (edit: so i think it’s my monitor or browser but i’ve always seen the eyes, it’s like theyre just secondary banners, so there’s that)

tiny wally sitting on the banner! and new things to click!

cute bug behind the number of visitors

colorful tic-tac-toe in Wally's rock and also EYE

oh ok so the eyes stay the whole time

little pixel HOUSE so pretty

bug friend in the gallery surprised me

the tulips being drawn (oh so we have to check those, then?)

Eddie Dear i love so much, you look great sweetie

why does is that little square singled out in the long banner of the whats welcome home page?

julie and frank look adorable in pixel art!!!

cricket friend makes a heart with its antenae

ok so now we're missing a whole section of the long banner

oh my god a sticker page !!!

love them all, this is so much work! love all the team that worked so hard on this !!!

ok so maybe its a bit too late for me to be trying to see all the updates because wow those red eyes, oh well too late (are the letters something or just the name of the audios?)

the new banners in the sticker page are all cute, bUT look at Eddie and Frank AHHHHHH!!! mY heart!!!

barnaby sticking out his tongue for the snow!!!

so i got curious about the spider friend at the top, but i wasnt going to click on it because i dont like spiders. And when i do theres a video??? its says answer??? why is there a scroll bar?? (oh my god julies voice is perfect!! and barnaby sounds like a great guy. is it just me or are the pauses kind of long for the type of conversations it is?) (oh wally, what's going on?)

ok finally visiting the neighborhood

you can hear audio of them!!!! and transcripts!

and another video. why the scroll bar? is it my browser? (oh wait was i supposed to remember the numbers and apparently that is the name of the video? is that why they say answer)

eddie my darling!!!! you sound great, like you'd bring dessert if i invited you over for a meal, love you so much (hahahaha the policys) (also who is his voice actor? sounds familiar, maybe)

banner shenanigans happening again

there's so much new content!!!! look at their jokes!!! and the storybook record!! and the interview!!! (and apparently Home uses he for pronoun, noted)(and also 'it', noted again)

ah so that's why they say Frank is autistic, i get it now

ok back to the neighborhood, got distracted with the scripts. is it me or is it different? feels more colorful and with some new details maybe? could just be me (havent seen the original site in a while)

oh my god bug in eddies profile and the skit is about him and Frank, so cute! I understand you Eddie, i too would panic

ok finally got to Wally. so i think the fact that the text is misaligned is on purpose, not sure why though. And we get a new audio!

new image in the so below page. and the record is shaking real bad, not a fan of that (is that house? is it morse code or just creaking? well im sure someone will have the answer to that at some point)

pause to go back and find bug friends where i've already been. So: got Frank being bothered in his garden, audio of wally talking about eyes, sally putting on a play

ok now forth to media

hey the little buddy gives a video where you can see Wally's hands!! and now i get to actually hear the interview (is it just me or does the host sound sleazy?). also we dont get banner shenanigans but the little neighbors are overstepping a bit in one instance

omg the animation cells!!! look at them!!! the style. and i just now got the joke Wally tells in the mistery audios. the acting is so good!! i feel them moving!!

and with the news comes a new buddy, dont really know what Howdy's talking about but i love the rythm.

oohhh they mention the little drawings! and the hint of bugs!! ...and the tiny update about the guestbook, who is talking??? what ringing??

have you seen the telephone box in the merchandise page?!?!?!? they designed a whole package for it!! THW WORK AND LOVE THAT GOES INTO THIS!!! AHAHHHHH!!!

and the illustrations for the Eddie thing are so cute!!! they remind me of blue's clues original style

there's a coloring book!!!! i need that as actual merch someday please

THE EXHIBITION!!!! The phone is there!!! Wally is made out of actual cardboard!! dont see the puppet you could see in the reflections of the records though (new drawing! you can hear heartbeats, maybe they belong to house?)

guestbook time!!! new bug buddy (with my darling eddie going through it) (wonder if there's something in the glitches at the end of the videos)

first time there's a colored background (yellow), interesting choice, and no eyes. (ok only now just listened to the audio from the buddy, so its wally but not his eyes, just him i guess?)

interesting, the image for the section where you actually leave a note is called 'goodbye', not sure it said that before

now on to (dont know how you write that, dont care to look it up) the actual guestbook, and to check out all the little drawings again

ok, one box with weird double text but not too alarming. huh long comments. oh my that was only one page

oh little friend (oh my god, its the conversations from the drawings of the pie charts so cute!!)

on the second page now, so it seems that while wally is the only one that communicates with us, the others may be with him??? he said barnaby told him something (was this already a thing??) and frank also?!?!?!

why do you say Eddie runs too much Wally??

howse. love that

banner shenanigans are back, or maybe its just my browser doing weird things

new friend!! oh and banners are different widths, so there's that. kitty cat is so cute!!! why is tumblr redacted?? :(

huh in this page most drawings dont have a name that is part of the conversations, just numbers and letters.

ok more banner stuff. some drawings have 'names' others dont. sneaky text !!! i dont think thats a rat Wally but A for effort

second to last page. same sneaky text, wonder if it's in the same box even.

so again same sneaky text, but now there's another almost next to it, cant read it though. not a koala Wally but cute drawing. two instances of banners misbehaving. a bunch of drawings dont have names :( (then again there is already so much put into this, why an i complaining? i have no right)

is that a reference to something or am I just tired???

might be missing two bugs??? if that's how that works (found 12)

Final thoughts (yes even more):

THIS IS SUCH A WONDERFUL PROYECT!!! Clown i love you !! and everyone in the team!!! there is so much new content, and you made physical things!!! and there's audios now that really bring evrything to life!!! The banners are so great! All the bugs are so colorful and fun! You rearranged so much! The pixel art is adorable!!! thank you so much for this wonderful experience, will definitely have to go through everything again just to admire it more (and of course check for more hidden little things)

#Welcome Home #welcome home arg #welcome home spoilers #welcome home update #wally darling #eddie dear #frank frankly #poppy partridge #howdy pillar #julie joyful #sally starlet

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thefactsofthematter · 1 year

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43 for sprace but race said that

43: “YOU DID WHAT?”

y’all ready for some fluff??? i’m absolutely loving this little au and i hope you do too!! no content warnings here, just pure sweetness and stupidity 🤩

It's a Saturday afternoon in the middle of July, it's gorgeous outside, and Racetrack Higgins is stuck in his bedroom, doing homework.

He's not sure how long he's been staring at the same page of his textbook, his eyes unfocused and not really reading anything anymore, when he hears the door of the apartment swing open. His roommates went out a couple of hours ago to go enjoy the beautiful day, like any other sane people who opted not to take an unbearably hard summer course would do— they must finally be back now.

"Hi Race!"

There's really no need for Spot to shout, as their place truly isn't that big, but the man seems to only have two volume settings— silent and stoic, or obnoxiously loud. It's kind of hilarious.

"Hi Spot!" Race calls right back, silently thanking all that's holy for the interruption and excuse to leave his desk for a bit. He stands up to head out to the living room, and his whole back cracks. He's clearly been sitting too long. "What's up, dude!?"

"You gotta come see this, bro!" Spot continues. "Me and Olivia got matching tattoos!"

Immediately, Race's brow furrows in some mixture of amusement and confusion.

"Wait, you did what?"

When he turns the corner, there stand his two roommates— or rather, one sits happily in a baby carrier, strapped to the chest of the other, because she's only ten months old and not very good at standing yet. They're a very cool pair, in their matching sunglasses and tank tops, and they're both grinning like absolute devils. It's adorable.

"Lookit," Spot beams, holding up Olivia’s chubby little arm to show the temporary tattoo of a sparkly purple unicorn that's been applied to her bicep. He's got the very same one shimmering on his cheek, as his face is one of the only parts of his body not covered in real tattoos. "We're twinning!"

Race can't help but laugh.

"You are. Where'd you get those?"

"There was this street fair thing going on a few blocks down, some booth was giving away all these little stickers and tattoos and stuff," Spot replies, toeing his shoes off and dropping his diaper bag by the door. He pulls something from his back pocket. "We got you one too— Livy didn't want you to feel left out." He passes the square of paper into Olivia’s tiny fist. "Here, give it to Racer, baby."

Race walks over to grab it from her, and she giggles and blows a raspberry at him.

"What did your daddy do to you, Liv?" he teases, crouching down to coo at her. "Pretty soon you're gonna be all inked up, just like him!"

She babbles and reaches out for him.

"Can you hang out with her for a minute?" Spot asks, carefully unclipping the carrier to take her out. "I need to give her a bottle and put her down for a nap, but I gotta piss first."

"Of course. I'm always down to hang out with this little princess." Race takes the baby, making all kinds of silly faces at her to distract her as Spot walks away. He bounces her gently in his arms and wanders over to the kitchen. "Where should I put my tattoo? What do you think, Olive?"

He opens the fridge to grab a pre-mixed bottle— Spot usually keeps a few on hand— and gives it a good shake. Olivia has gotten picky lately and only likes cold formula, rather than warmed or room-temperature, so he passes it straight to her and she's happy to go to town on it.

"Man, you were hungry," he chuckles. "Look at you go. You're drinking like your daddy doing a keg stand— did you know he was a party animal? Believe it or not, your dad used to be cool."

Spot is still cool, Race supposes, but it's fun to pick on him; he obviously doesn't go out as much as he used to, even though he's finally legal now, because he's a little busy looking after a tiny human most of the time. In fact, it's incredibly cool that Spot balances part-time school, part-time work, and full-time single fatherhood so gracefully at only twenty-one, because Race is rather sure he'd have some kind of stress-induced mental breakdown every other week if he were in Spot's shoes.

Actually, Spot is kind of the coolest person alive, if you really think about it.

And Race does think about it... a lot.

Not in a weird way, because he's been best friends with Spot for over three years, ever since they were randomly assigned roommates in their freshman dorm, and he's also seventy percent sure Spot is straight— but, like, he probably admires the guy a little more than would be considered normal for your best pal.

"Now, about this tattoo, huh?" He changes the topic from his own overthinking, keeping Olivia cradled in one arm as he rummages around for some paper towel with his free hand. "There's no chance I'm putting it on my face. What if I match with you and put it on my arm?"

Race doesn't have nearly as many tattoos as Spot, just a few doodles all around his arms and chest, and he's currently shirtless because it's hot as balls in his bedroom, so he could really stick the sparkly unicorn practically anywhere. He wets the paper towel in the sink and uses it to press the little square of paper to the bicep of the arm that he's holding Olivia with.

It's just as he's peeling the paper off to reveal his new ink that Spot emerges from his bathroom break.

"Aren't you two just the cutest?"

Race grins.

"I know, I'm pretty adorable. I guess she's okay too."

Spot rolls his eyes. He looks totally exhausted but incredibly content, which has basically been his default ever since Olivia came into the picture. He never complains about his situation, though it surely isn't easy— he just keeps trucking along and doing his best, rarely even asking for help.

"Dumbass," he laughs. "Thanks for feeding her, though. She was getting super fussy while we were out— I think the heat was a little much."

"I'll go put her down when she's done eating," Race offers. "You look beat. Just chill for a bit, I've got her."

Spot leans against the counter, rubs his hands over his face, and lets out a deep, tired sigh. He clearly needed this little break.

"Fuck. Thank you. You're amazing."

Race rocks Olivia gently— she's settled right down, looking very comfy and sleepy. He truly didn't think he was good with kids until this little angel came along; he's apparently got some kind of magic touch, because she's always perfectly calm for him.

"No problem, bro. I'm always happy to help."

Spot sets to work on making himself something to eat, so Race just paces around until it looks like Olivia’s about done with the bottle, her eyes starting to fall shut.

"Alrighty. Time for a nap, little dude." He sets the bottle in the sink and heads off to Spot's bedroom to lay her in her cot. He carefully wiggles her into her sleep sack, pops a pacifier in her mouth, switches on the white noise speaker, and draws the curtains. "Have a good sleep, Livy. I love you."

He gently shuts the door behind him— he knows she sleeps like a rock, but he still gets paranoid about being too loud— and when he steps back into the living room, Spot is unabashedly staring at him from where he’s settled himself on the couch.

"Dude," Spot says, after a second, "I think I might be in love with you."

Race stops short. His heart skips a beat.

"What?" He shakes his head. "I mean... awesome. Sick. That's great. But, like... what?"

Spot laughs a little to himself, with that stupid sparkly unicorn still shimmering on his cheek.

"I can’t believe I just realized it. You’re just, like, the best person ever— you’re hot, and you’re smart, and you take such good care of Liv, and I’m so into you… is that weird?”

Race blinks.

“No, not that weird.” He sits down next to Spot on the couch. “I don’t think so, at least. It’s chill.”

“I just told you I’m in love with you,” Spot laughs, “and all you can say is it’s chill? What does that even mean?”

Now, for someone who talks an awful lot, Race is terrible with words. He’s got absolutely no clue what to say, so he simply pulls Spot in for a kiss.

“Does that answer your question?” he asks, after a few seconds.

Spot rolls his eyes.

“You are so fucking stupid.”

But he kisses Race again, so he can’t possibly be that annoyed.

Race smiles into it— everything about Spot’s kiss is perfect, and he can’t help but think that this is exactly how their weird little family was meant to be.

#is this my best writing ever? probably not but it’s funny so idc <3 #as always pls reblog and whatnot i appreciate it and i like reading tags teehee #newsies #racetrack higgins #spot conlon #sprace #my writing

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another lost soul (letting my instinct take control) | The Quarry | TravisxLaura

Characters: Laura Kearney, Travis Hackett, The Hackett family Summary: Max dies in the cellar. This changes everything. Chapter 4/? | Chapter 3

July 1st, 2022

“Are you fucking insane?” He meets her frantic gaze unaffected. “Shit. You are insane.”

Science. He wants to fix this with science.

“I’ve been out hunting for that goddamn white wolf every full moon for the last six years. If I hadn’t seen the evidence myself, I’d think he didn’t exist. If you were me, you'd be looking for other ways to end this, too."

“I can help you,” she emphasizes. “I want to stop Silas, too. I’m not some- some fragile fucking daisy that needs to stay locked up.”

“You don’t get it,” he says firmly, slowly approaching the cell bars. “I’m not doing this for another six years. I’m too damn old.”

“Yeah, and I’m twenty-four. Nice to meet you,” she says sarcastically. “You don’t have to do any of this. You could let me join you out there, get a fresh pair of eyes-”

He hooks his thumbs in his belt. “The worst thing for either of us would be if my family caught wind of this. We don’t need more guns. We need brains.”

“I’m not even a veterinarian yet!” she practically screams.

“Hey! You have almost four years of college under your belt,” he asserts with a pointed finger, “and you’ve already been accepted into that vet school on the West Coast.”

Am I really getting a pep talk right now? “That's so not the same,” she laments into her hands, collapsing on the bed.

It’s true that she was accepted into vet school after applying to almost every one in the country, and yeah, she’s smart. She’d just been waiting to tell Max until he heard back from St. Lawrence… which, he did. And didn’t tell her.

Not that it matters, now.

But this backwater cop apparently took one look at her college resume and thought, Gee, she could probably cure lycanthropy! If this is their only solid plan, they were genuinely fucked.

“You’re the best we’ve got,” he confirms her worst fears with controlled, steady conviction. His eyes tell a different story, though; there’s something barely holding on within those dark pits. Pure desperation.

God, this was his big plan? After taking her back to her cell last night so that she could cramp in peace, for the first time since everything happened, Laura honestly felt that thing’s were finally starting to look up.

But… maybe they still are. Laura’s nothing if not an opportunist.

“Fine,” she says briskly. Hope dawns on his face, and she shoves down the foreign tinge of guilt that intumesces. “But I’ll need research.”

July 2nd, 2022

A thick stack of werewolf legends and fairytales sits beside her bed, each book spine labeled “North Kill Library” on grimy stickers lined up like dominos. The amount of grubby twelve-year-old fingers that have thumbed through these books must be staggering. Because, honestly, who else would be reading about werewolf legends?

Laura wouldn’t. She never had the time for it.

The other paper he gave her, the only thing he initially handed over before she asked for additional reading, sits folded up on her pillow.

Don’t get bit, cut off your limb if you do, or kill the werewolf that turned you when it’s a full moon in order to break the curse. Scary stories to tell around the campfire, except it’s daylight and painfully real.

Its weakness, however, froths in the recesses of her mind: silver. If she can get her hands on some, maybe bullets, or a knife…? Hell, she's even willing to try and make him eat it.

That is, if she can find Silas.

Not 'if.' When.

And once she gets out, she will find him.

A phone ringing somewhere in the precinct snatches her attention. In all the time she’s been here, a phone hasn’t rang once.

She holds her breath, straining to hear a voice, but no luck. He must've gone immediately to his office before answering it.

Time passes long enough until she hears the most faint sound of a door shutting, and then moments later, another.

Did he leave the building? It would make sense. She assumes he is an actual cop, having access to this strange, derelict building and the whole flashing lights and badge business on the night they met when he shouldn’t have needed to go the extra mile to masquerade.

He could be checking in on a disturbance of the peace, or maybe a drunk and disorderly. Something that isn’t hovering near his captor while also tracking down a mythical creature.

It’s odd to think about. All of her experiences with him have been past the point of bizarre. The thought of him doing something as dull as normal, something expected of him , was just as weird.

The hours pass by slowly, and she keeps her mind occupied by studying, taking notes in the journal of whatever comes to mind as potentially important. It’s a lot like her high school world history class, except this has a lot more riding on it and the only way to double-check her answers is by solving a curse.

No biggie, she can practically hear Max say. Her heart convulses painfully. She’d do anything to have him here. Hell, she’d do anything to have anybody else here.

Just as her stomach begins to rumble for dinner, the soft shut of a door rings out not once, but twice.

Travis comes a bit later, and before she even sees him, she can tell he’s upset. There’s a little bit of hate that accompanies the fact that she's spent enough time with him to see it.

Polished shoes slap harshly against tile, his gait brisk and heavy. The lines in his forehead are drawn, and sections of hair stick out of place as if too many fingers have passed through.

He sets down the unappetizing tray of meatloaf and an apple with two pills without a word, turning to leave.

“Hey,” she says quickly. “Can I get a clock?”

He appraises her, impatience oozing out of his pores. “What do you need a clock for?”

“So that I can tell the time.”

“Again, why do you need a clock?” he asks smartly.

You have such a terrible personality. “Please,” she says, voice straining to hold the soft tone. “I need something to anchor my days by. Something beyond the daylight.”

Some of the fight bleeds out of him, and he purses his lips. “I’ll see what I can do,” is the noncommittal answer she gets, but it’s enough.

Travis turns to leave, and she steps closer to the bars. “I also have some ideas.”

He exhales through his nose slowly, but despite the impatient exterior, he regards her with something close to hope.

“You said you’ve been tracking Silas for six years, right? Have you noticed any seasonal patterns?” At his confused look, she elaborates. “Is he migrating to the south in the winter?”

He nods slowly, considering her with an expression she has a hard time placing. “He does, but not in any single place for long.”

“We know he was in town just a few days ago,” she says. “He could still be here.”

“Could,” he replies evasively.

“And what about your niece?” she presses.

He narrows his eyes. “What the hell do you mean?”

Laura shrugs. “She’s a werewolf. Are there any, I don’t know, characteristics that you’ve observed in her? Anything that might be helpful for predicting what another werewolf might do throughout the moon cycle?”

He gives off an air of silent bewilderment, and she swallows back her irritation. No use in pushing a man with a gun.

“Is that a … no?” she asks.

“No, it’s not. It’s,” he starts, then stops. “I’m just surprised you caught on to that.”

Her ego preens at the unintentional complement. “Imagine what I could catch onto if you trusted me more,” she says, and the way his face immediately closes off, it's obvious she pushed for too much, too soon.

“You told your mom that you’d let your niece come around more. How are you going to explain this,” she gestures widely, “to her?”

“Here’s an idea— you let me worry about that, and you can go ahead and forget it.”

“Even now, you’re still hiding things from me.”

The look she gets is so full and dripping with condescension that she grits her teeth. “We could be a team .”

Travis curses under his breath, rolling his eyes. “Look, ma’am- Laura ,” he emphasizes her name, holding up a hand placatingly. “Just because you know, doesn’t mean you know.”

“What… the fuck does that even mean?” she mutters.

“It means I can’t trust you,” he says, “just like you don’t trust me.”

“Yeah, well. It sounds like you can’t trust your family, either,” she says, harkening back to his words from earlier today.

The worst thing for either of us would be if my family caught wind of this.

“That’s a whole world of difference.”

“Is it?” she presses. “How many people has your family killed?”

“How many has yours?” he tosses back flippantly.

A strange heady current pulses between them. Overhead, the faint wash of summer rain patters on stone.

“Don’t,” she says quietly. Deadly.

His jaw twitches. The air feels thick and alive in her lungs, threatening to erupt in a swarm of locusts, and if she were to open her mouth again, something as deadly as a plague would slip through her chapped lips.

“My family never meant to hurt anybody,” Travis finally says, voice low and strained. The unsaid words are pointed enough that she turns her head to the stone wall.

It’s a clear dismissal. She’s done with him tonight.

He lingers, fidgeting in polyester and scuffed shoes. He’s working himself up to saying something, but whatever it is stays hidden away. A secret.

Just like her.

July 3rd, 2022

A girlishly pink, plastic watch is delivered with breakfast, along with a pair of small pills. It’s painfully out of place amongst the werewolf-and-prison theme she’s got going on, but it’ll do.

He asks if she wants to take a shower, and after a few moments of resolutely staring at the faded cover of The Man-Wolf, he finally leaves with a huff.

She slips on the watch after the door shuts with an echoing creak.

The early summer sunrises have been deceptive. It’s Sunday, a little after seven o'clock in the morning. As far as her biological clock can tell, Travis has been delivering meals at a consistent time every day for the past week or so.

Three meals a day, plus a shower. How often does he leave this place? If he actually does have a family of his own, which she doubts given the pure stalker vibe he effortlessly gives off, then how the hell is he explaining being at work so much?

Maybe it’s a cop thing, she ponders, digging into her oatmeal. Apple cinnamon today.

Travis lingers for lunch.

Laura tears into a plain ham sandwich, eyes peeling back the absolutely, totally fascinating tome of The Biology, Ecology, and Behavior of Canis Lupus. Seriously, it’s incredible stuff.

“Have you found anything?” he says haltingly, breaking the silence.

She debates icing him out, but self-preservation kicks in. It’s so, so clear that she can’t. She can’t afford to lose whatever ground she’s gained with him.

“Depends on how you classify ‘anything,’” she drawls, not missing the way his shoulders ease ever so minutely. The observation bolsters her to continue. “Did you know that a wolf pack’s territory can be anywhere from thirty-one to over 1,200 square miles?”

“Nothing else?”

Laura sits up, book abandoned on the bed. “Look, I’m trying. It’s not like I have a lot to work with from the huge North Kill library. If I had other resources, then maybe it would be a different story.”

“Keep digging,” he says lamely. The disappointment settles in his voice with easy acceptance.

She thinks that’s it, but he’s just… staring at her, and though she’s long-since gotten used to his natural creepiness, the weight of his scrutiny causes her to squirm.

“What?” she asks exasperatedly.

“My family is at the bottom of a well.”

It’s said so quietly, she almost doesn’t understand what he’s saying. Travis exhales deeply, fixing her a solemn look as if she’s a priest that will exonerate him for his sins. “They’re… stuck. And I’m the only one at the top that’s holding the rope.”

“So?”

His baffled face turns towards her, and his stupid expression infuriates her for reasons she can’t begin to dive into. “What do you mean, ‘so?’”

“I mean, so what?”

He scoffs, shaking his head, but she’s already standing up and walking as much into his space as she can. Though the bars separate them, it’s the closest she’s gotten to him since the night she tried to escape.

The way Travis doesn’t move an inch at her approach speaks of a predator’s confidence. “Family,” he says slowly, “is the most important thing in the world.”

“Bull,” she matches his tone, “shit.”

Travis glares down at her, but there’s a tinge of curiosity in his narrowed eyes. It isn’t clear what he thinks she’s trying to do. She’s not really sure, either. The words just pour out.

“Family doesn’t mean shit if you’re living like shit,” she says harshly. “What kind of life is this?”

He grits his teeth. Already, he’s shutting her out.

“I’m serious, Travis,” something flickers on his face at the sound of his name. “Family is meant to, to build you up or whatever. Not threaten you.”

“That’s not what’s going on,” he denies with a scoff.

“No, you said we’re both in trouble, here. Right?”

"Yeah, spot on,” he says unimpressed. “But what I meant by that is that they’ll kill you, and hate me. Just because I can't tell them you exist doesn't mean I can't fucking trust them."

“That sounds toxic,” she replies.

His quirks a brow. “Really? Coming from your home life?”

“God, would you just stop already,” Laura snaps. “You don’t have to keep bringing it up. Fuck you, man.”

Travis actually has the decency to look somewhat chastised. “What I mean to say is- I’m only saying it because of… of the two of us. In comparison. I’d imagine you’d much rather have a family like mine.”

“Yeah, well. Not all of us got so lucky,” she bites out sarcastically. “Doesn’t mean that other families are perfect. It’s not a comparison.”

He doesn’t say anything to that, opting to study the space over her shoulder. The break in eye contact hits her like a bucket of cold water.

She swallows. “And yet your mom would put a bullet in my skull?”

Travis’ eyes flash, and he chuckles low, a grim, humorless breath that barely skims the surface. “You and me both."

"And what about Kaylee?” she brusquely asks, and his eyes snap back to hers. “The girl who turns into a fucking monster every month?"

“Kaylee?” he repeats incredulously, then visually wrestles with his next words. “No, Kaylee is the sweetest, most, most kind-hearted soul on earth. This curse is what’s hurting people, not her. She’d never hurt a fly if she could help it.”

" If she could help it?" Laura repeats pointedly.

Travis' hackles rise, and he leans so close that if she wanted to, she could easily wrap her hands around his throat. "My niece would be heartbroken if she knew the kind of rot our family has brought on this town."

They're at a stalemate.

“I know you’re tired of hunting Silas,” she says, softer this time. “And I won’t stop trying to find other ways to stop this curse. At least give me the locations you’ve managed to track him to, see if I can find more of a correlation. I work with animals, remember?”

It’s bullshit, frankly, but for him to think she can do any of this in the first place tells her that he really doesn’t know what veterinarians do.

She can’t deny that the idea of finding a cure for lycanthropy fascinates her. Being a research veterinarian one day has always been the plan— studying animals in a lab environment, looking for ways to prevent and cure diseases. But that’s something… way off in the future. Way above her current pay grade.

Laura’s only interned at a vet clinic, much less gone to actual vet school! The most she’s done is read books and prep surgical sites, sometimes having the exciting job of preparing intravenous lines for anesthetics. Nothing that’s prepared her for what he expects her to do.

But if he ever realizes that she can’t help him find a cure, what then? What happens to her?

“I really do need the information you have about him,” she pleads. “Not the fairy tales. At least, not at first.”

His eyes dart past hers, then back up. This close, she can see the amber curls in his irises, like sunlight shining through a bottle of whiskey.

"Finish your damn lunch,” he says.

And that’s that.

Somewhere in the precinct, a door shuts not once, but twice.

It’s three o’clock.

At six o’clock, it happens again.

July 4th, 2022

The map Travis gives her is comically large, and not for the first time, Laura is thankful for existing in a time where GPS and Google exist.

She tapes the map of the East Coast's major roads and cities to one of the walls of her cell, and it easily swallows up the stone. Little red stickers march across Maine to Virginia, conglomerating within upstate New York and branching out as far down as Georgia.

And, that? That’s the problem.

For as much as Silas was confirmed to still be within the state, he was also apparently gallivanting amongst peach orchards and just barely skimming the top of Jacksonville. Talk about ‘Florida Man.’

How many deaths is he responsible for? How many others are out there looking for Silas, trying desperately to end their own curse?

The questions consume her from within.

The dark swatch of nothingness has always been there for as long as she can remember, threatening to burn up each carefully laid thought and good intention. But now, as she considers each pin on the map, each one the center of a bullseye, that same nothingness purrs in hunger.

It electrifies her. It disturbs her.

Laura’s ears perk. The familiar chords of Bruce Springsteen’s Born in the U.S.A. are carried down the hallway, and her heart gives a little tug.

“Could you turn it up?” she calls down the hallway. Though it strains her neck, she’s able to just barely see him appear in the gloom cast down a ways. Late sunset paints the walls. He’s probably going to head home soon, if he ever leaves.

He fixes her with something akin to amusement. “I didn’t take you for a Springsteen fan.”

“My mom used to listen to him all the time,” she says, and instantly imagines swallowing her own tongue. The song, the burgeoning sense of hope today; all of it brings on a false sense of security.

Travis stills, and in the space of a breath, he moves. She watches him scoop up the radio, casually walking into her line of sight, and place it right next to the old chair that’s become a staple of the decor.

You end up like a dog that's been beat too much

'Til you spend half your life just coverin' up

The words rush over her like a familiar friend, bringing with them memories of wide-mouth smiles, her mom’s blonde hair whipping freely in the wind, both of them singing with abandon. She leans her head back against the wall, shutting out the rest of the world for just a little while.

Aerosmith, Journey, Bon Jovi. Laura was raised on classic 80’s rock, but nothing reminded her of her mom more than the slightly cheesy, ‘total powerhouse of a man’ that was Bruce Springsteen.

Whenever it was a particularly bad day, and they needed to get away from the house just long enough for the caustic bitterness to settle into a slow ache, her mom would take her to get ice cream.

They’d get in the old Honda Civic and dash down to the local ice cream shop with the windows down, regardless of the time of year, and blast the radio. Her mom would ask her about school, talk about the latest crazy headline she’d seen- anything surface level.

It was never safe to go far from the neighborhood; most often, they’d circle the block several times over, always keeping an eye out in case another car returned to the driveway before them.

Most of the time, they made it back before.

But not always.

And when they didn’t, Laura wished they never returned in the first place. That they’d have just kept driving, on and on, staying on the highway till the gas tank ran on fumes and hitchhike from there.

God, she had envisioned all of it so clearly: ditch the car, get out of the state. Laura had no aunts or uncles on her mom’s side, but there was a cousin in Oregon that would probably spot them the emergency funds for a flight.

Of course, her mom would never leave.

Travis’ phone vibrates.

She jolts back to awareness. He doesn’t so much as look at her before brusquely leaving, clutching his pocket as if he could smother the sound. The radio stays behind.

“Damn,” she mutters to no one. Her wrist reads three o’clock.

Travis isn’t treating her like… before , and this observation sinks in more than it should.

She thinks about the extra berth he gave her that morning when delivering her breakfast. The avoidance in his gaze, never straying too long in her direction. At first, she thought he was being more wary because of her escape attempt. But it feels like more than that.

Laura scowls at the thought. It shouldn’t bother her.

It shouldn’t, but it does.

When he returns with a dinner tray, Laura is laying on her stomach in bed, nose buried in a book on German werewolf fairy tales.

“Who called?” she asks him.

No response.

“Was it your niece?”

The door at the end of the hallway closes with finality.

July 5th, 2022

"Hey! Travis!" she calls.

A moment later, the devil himself appears. Privately, she relishes in the fact that even as a prisoner, she still holds some modicum of command.

“Let’s stick with Sheriff Hackett,” he says with a wilting glare over her shoulder.

Let’s not. She blinks when a hand is unceremoniously shoved in front of the cell bars. Long, faintly scarred fingers uncurl to reveal two little pills.

“Take ‘em,” he says impatiently.

“What?”

“I- Uh,” he falters. “They’re for your,” he waves his hand in the general direction of her pelvis, and her brow raises of its own accord.

Oh. Her period cramps. Because he knows she’s on her period. Because she totally bled all over the floor-

“That’s what you’ve been giving me this whole time?” she asks over the absolutely mortifying train of thought.

He blinks. “Yeah. I thought that was obvious.”

“Um, no. I had no idea what they were.”

“Huh,” he says. She gets the faintest impression that he’s embarrassed. “They’ve been missing from the trays.”

“I’ve been flushing them down the toilet,” Laura says bluntly. “But, uh. Thanks.”

Her fingers brush the skin of his palm when she takes the pills, and his fingers twitch, then curl as if to hide the gesture. The residual tension in the room prompts her to clear her throat before the silence threatens to swallow them whole.

“That’s not what I called you here for.”

“I gathered that,” he says drily.

She nods towards the map. “Have you actually left town for any of these sightings?”

Travis clicks his tongue, effectively changing the conversation. “I’ve tracked him with my own connections, but I can’t exactly leave town. Anything outside of a few hours has been undoable.”

“For six years?” she asks incredulously. This guy hasn’t left the area for over half a decade, at least?

“You heard me.”

That’s… not exactly hopeful. “Is anyone else checking up on these sightings?”

He huffs. “At times. But the moment we’re able to follow up on one lead, he’s already long gone. It’s not like we can go through a formal process, here. The only description we have is a feral albino boy.”

“That sounds pretty specific to me,” she says.

He snorts, but it sounds hollow. “You’d think so.”

She grills him about the other leads he’s followed up on, and though he surprisingly answers at least half of them more or less directly, despondency steadily descends upon her shoulders like a familiar shawl.

For one man, he has looked everywhere.

From keyword filters on local newspaper headlines to online hunting chat rooms, he’s set up enough of a system to generate an up-to-date database of where Silas might be. His entire family, apparently, also goes out every full moon to hunt for him and other werewolves that may have been bit. Well, aside from his niece, who they lock up in a fucking basement.

“What the fuck? You keep a werewolf under your living room?”

“It's once a month. And, it’s the family home, not mine, so no.”

The more she digs out of him, the more it sits in. If she has any hope of finding and stopping Silas, it lies with Travis Hackett.

For now.

At three o’clock, she’s alone.

Two doors shut.

At six o’clock, two doors shut again.

He brings her dinner.

“You know,” she says around a mouth of meat-y pasta that was most definitely microwaved, “we could work together better if you let me out.”

He eyes her shrewdly. “I think this setup works great.”

“Of course you do,” she snaps, then reigns it back in. “But I could actually help you gather resources, rather than review everything you’ve already read a million times.”

“Gather?” he repeats. “Hell no, in your wildest dreams, not happening. Take your pick.”

"So, what? You're going to keep me locked up in here forever? That's the plan?" His silence makes her gut churn. Her voice is small when she says, "People are going to start looking for me."

'People' meaning Max's parents and sister. Maybe a college professor or two will wonder why she isn't coming back to finish her degree, but her social circle hasn't exactly been thriving since senior year of high school.

But he doesn't need to know that.

"I can't trust you," he stresses. There's almost a hint of apologetic sympathy on his face. "Once Silas is out of the equation, I don't care what happens to me. Hell, you can lock me up yourself. But I can't risk this secret coming back on my family."

“C’mon, Travis,” she says, leaning forward. “Of the two of us, which one of us has more experience with the internet?”

“Sheriff Hackett,” he repeats as if he’s helping a foreigner with the phonetics of his name, “and if you really think I’m going to give you access to the internet, you’re goddamn insane.”

“You think I'm insane?” she shoots back. He sneers at her attitude, and they fall into an uneasy stalemate.

She doesn’t get why he stuck around for dinner. Instead of his usual drop-off and leave, he went against every pattern she’s built up of him and took a seat in the old chair outside of her cell and produced a bottle of bourbon from his pocket, taking sips occasionally in the silence.

Despite being the only free one here, he must be desperate for the company, not that she’s complaining. It's a testament to how lonely she is that she’ll take even the ill-tempered, slightly manic cop over the darkness of her own thoughts.

“Happy fourth,” she says, apropos of nothing. She forgot to say it yesterday.

It’s already July. Her and Max would be toasting s’mores with kids right now, probably not lighting off any fireworks due to fire hazards in the middle of the woods.

Travis leans back with a soft exhale, jostling the bottle against his thigh.

“Happy fourth,” he replies.

It sounds like an agreement, coming from him.

July 6th, 2022

The day starts like every other.

Breakfast, handcuffs, shower. Reading more tales, jotting down notes.

Lunch. Notes. Doors.

The last one causes her heartbeat to pick up, but she tampers it down as best she can. Sweat gathers on her palms, and she keeps wiping her hands on the sweatpants he’s given her, biding her time with tidying up.

Maybe it’s a dumb idea.

Actually, it’s most definitely a dumb idea. But Laura can’t spend another hour locked up knowing that this might be the answer. If she’s played her cards right, read the situation correctly, then everything should be fine. Right?

‘Don’t play stupid games,’ her mom’s voice, warm but raspy from years of smoking, chastises her. ‘You need to just be careful and wait. Who knows? It might work itself out.’

No, I can’t, she thinks morosely. We’ve seen how that worked out for you.

She’s not going to be like her mom. If Laura’s ever going to get out of here and fix this mess, it’s going to have to be by her own hands.

One door shuts. She checks her wrist: six o’ clock.

There’s no turning back now.

“Boss! Hey, Travis!” she calls out.

She screams louder, cupping her hands. “Hey! The door shut behind me! Could you let me out?”

“...’s that?” a faint woman’s voice carries down the hall.

“...orry about her.”

“Hey!” Laura calls again louder, injecting some cheer into her voice that hopefully doesn’t come off as deranged. “This stupid thing shut on me again.”

“...Um, Uncle T? It sounds like she’s stuck.”

A woman about her age sporting cropped dark hair and a pink hoodie hesitantly walks through the door, and Laura grins widely, chuckling self-deprecatingly.

“Hey! Kaylee, right?” she asks, casually leaning against the bars.

The woman’s eyes widen, and she approaches with a tentative smile. “Yeah…?”

Travis watches from the doorway.

“Nice to meet you, my name’s Jess. I’m the new intern,” she lies earnestly. Kaylee glances past her, no doubt eyeing the perfectly straightened bed, map and books hidden from sight beneath the mattress and within the pillow.

To her, it would look like the cell hasn’t been in use for the past ten days.

“Sorry, Sheriff Hackett,” she says, voice as sweet as syrup. “I was just finishing up in here when I thought I saw a brick loose, and the door shut on me. The stupid thing's stuck again.”

Travis’ teeth grind together, lips twitching like a live snake. If he doesn’t kill her right here, she imagines he’ll do it once his niece leaves.

"Travis has told me a lot about you!” she says brightly, turning her attention back on the totally oblivious girl. “He can't stop bragging. You’re thinking of applying for college, right?"

Kaylee beams, and if Laura weren’t so desperate in this moment, she’d almost feel guilty for laying the false foundation.

“Yeah!” She tosses a curious look at her uncle, no doubt picking up on the murderous vibes coming off in waves. “I mean, I’ve totally been thinking about it. I’ve just had a hard time convincing my family,” she backtracks slowly.

“Well, if you’re able to convince them, I’ve been attending St. Lawrence and I love it. I’m studying to be a vet, and they’ve got great professors for the sciences.”

Kaylee gives her a smaller smile. “That’s great. I’m, uh, looking to study the arts.”

“Oh!” Laura leans in, effectively avoiding eye contact with the shadow behind her. “What arts?”

“Um, honestly?” Kaylee gives a little self-deprecating laugh, and something about it is so familiar, yet she can’t put a finger on why. “I really love to paint… and sculpt, but I’m not that great at that. Which is why I’d like to get a degree, maybe learn how to paint on something that isn’t a flat canvas.”

“That’d be cool! I’ve never taken a pottery class, but it looks like fun.” Small talk has never before held such a weight. There’s no sign that it isn’t working to endear her to his niece, but Travis is still eerily silent, and this whole situation is a tad too ridiculous to not be skeptical of.

A slight frown perches on Kaylee’s lips, and she casts a look to the man behind her. “Uncle T, why aren’t you letting her out already?”

Because I know you’re a werewolf, and if your family finds out, we're screwed. Kaylee’s eyes dart between the two of them.

Like a magnet, Laura locks onto Travis, and he tilts his head ever so slightly. She holds her breath.

He steps forward, slowly unclipping the ring from his belt.

The key slips in with a soft click—

—and he lets her out.

#another lost soul #laura kearney #the quarry #travis hackett #the quarry fanfic #the quarry fanfiction #kaylee hackett #i ran out of relevant gifs lmao

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thedreamcrosser · 1 year

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Automatic Heritage Chapter 4:

Empty

Haven't read the other chapters? Here are the table of contents:

Chapter 1: Welcome * Chapter 2: Drawn * Chapter 3: Numbers

Soft clicking interrupted the uneasy silence that filled the empty streets. Beryl forced herself to relax, telling herself that silence was a good thing. This meant that Zurks and rogue companions weren't an immediate threat. Regardless, she did not look forward to meeting either.

The clicking sped up; she could make out faint beeps now.

“How long is this going to last?”

Cyan, hunched over a black safe spattered in stickers, looked up from its dimly lit keypad.

“I have a few more codes that I can try.” Her focus snapped back to the keypad. Leaning from her position on the building nearby Beryl took a look at the slip of paper in her sister's hands. The rolled piece of paper touched the floor

Beryl fought back an exasperated garble, knowing that it would not help her impatience, or be helpful to the guard nearby. The guard was looking her way now, leaning on his makeshift weapon at the border marker. He was probably on edge due to her feet shuffling and scraping the loose concrete under her feet.

“Got it” Cyan declared, swinging the safe door to the side and plunging in to find her prize. The border guard gave her that glare, but she ignored him as she unwrapped some scrunched fabric that had a lot of pockets. She held it up to her waist.

“Score!” She said through hushed speakers “This was totally worth it.” Beryl watched as she put one leg in after the other. Cyan beamed a bit brighter as black cargo pants adorned her body.

“I can take so many art supplies with me now!”

“You horde like a dragon.” Beryl sassed.

Cyan swatted at her twin's poncho. “Think you're so funny don’t yah?”

The two perked up when they heard the guard drone warning beeps at their antics. Hushing up quickly, Cyan turned to Beryl.

“We better make our way.” She said quieter this time. “We will start where I last placed my marker”

As Cyan made her way Beryl trotted after her, finally happy to be moving. “I finally get to see everything my sister does in this big city. Breaking into abandoned apartments, maybe I will see some of your graffiti projects, and find what has been left behind by humans. I wonder what secrets this place hides?”

Cyan looked over from her map unfolding and saw glitter sparkling on Beryl's face. She gave her a smug grin. “Mostly trash and dead plants”. The dead plants part alarmed Beryl. “But the trash is so worth it,” Cyan added. Cyan stopped to adjust her backpack and looked at the map. “Where do you want to go? My last marker was over there,” she said, pointing to a street. Upon closer inspection, she saw that each door was spray painted over. Each blotch had a hand forming a peace sign shadowed in it. When Beryl looked down at Cyan's hand she did see that it was, in fact, bright blue.

“Have you been making a sweep of the city?” Beryl asked.

“Left to right, although we don’t have to do it in the way I have been doing if you have other ideas.”

The map in Cyan's hands looked like a bunch of jumbled squares in her eyes, and frankly, Beryl was overwhelmed just by looking at it. Beryl had to ask.

“You sure you haven’t seen any numbers where you have looked already?”

“Positive.”

“What if we just did a sweep of the outer wall? That way if there are numbers we can follow the alleyway that had the numbers closest to mine.”

“Seems fair”

Unfortunately for the pair, their ventures grew tedious. There seemed to be no numbers anywhere that matched their own. “Maybe it is a serial number?” Cyan asked while avoiding a stray can on the street.

Beryl groaned defeated, “I really hope not, I don’t want to check every box we see too.” She shuffled her feet lazily while she walked “It would be so tiresome to have these numbers stuck in my head, egging me on for all eternity; but if it is connected to the outside I guess the hunt is worth it.”

“Why do you want to go up to the outside anyway? Cyan said while calmly folding her hands behind her head “We are perfectly fine in here.” This did not surprise Beryl; Cyan was here often and sought this place out as her solitude. She never was one for people.

“I don’t see that. I believe that we deserve better.”

“We do?”

Beryl stopped in her tracks; trying to figure out what would make her say something like that. Cyan turned around to see that her twin was lagging behind.

“Did I say something wrong?” She asked.

Beryl tried to comprehend why Cyan would not want better. “You do like the idea of sunny days, don’t you?” she asked.

“Yeah, but who knows if the sun is even around?”

“Okay, but you don’t know that.”

“I know I am perfectly fine here.”

“But the sun is good, correct?”

“Where are you getting at?”

Warbling in frustration Beryl threw her hands out. She did not like these ping-pong battles with her sister. “What I am saying is we should strive for what is good. Yes, the city is good for now, but imagine all of the possibilities the outside has!”

“Beryl, I love that you are hopeful, but be realistic. The humans hid in here because the outside was killing them. Don't get yourself killed over this.”

“And here you are, venturing into the dead city looking for art supplies.”

“Hey, art is obtainable!”

“And hopeful, you want more don't…” Beryl froze as she saw Cyan's foot about to kick a can.

“That is enough!” Cyan shouted.

Both froze, too afraid to move as the noise from the can crinkled down the street.

“Are we safe?” Beryl asked while slowly leaning on one leg to look behind Cyan.

Cyan, scanned the area and pulled a baseball bat from her pack. When nothing happened they looked at each other.

“Did anyone?…” Beryl asked almost shortcircuiting from fear, ”...anything hear that?”

As silence persisted Cyan found courage to speak “N… No, I don’t think so.”

Beryl bounded after the can. “I think it fell downstairs!”

“Beryl don’t…! You don’t know… aw mother of bot!” Cyan followed after her sister. Approaching the wall where the can had been scattered she discovered two trees, who were revealed when she walked closer by the dimly lit planters that held them. Between them, a metal sheet partially covered a significant gap in the ground. Looking around she could see that the area around them was a wide open space just like the elevator courtyard, but a bit longer, with no elevator, and definitely no companions in sight. She pulled off the debris on top of it and lifted the sheet off. Down below was a stairway, leading the way to darkness and some flickering lights.

Cyan only watched as she marveled at her sister's new sudden bravery. After a while of looking at the intimidating entrance, Beryl took one shaken step, along with another one, and kept following the railing down. Cyan thanked herself that she sprayed her sister with WD40 before their venture, otherwise she would have been the world's first and loudest living maraca with all of the shaking coming from her body. Gripping her bat tighter Cyan pulled out a flashlight and lit the way.

At the bottom of the stairs was the cleanest polished stone the two had ever placed their feet on. Sweeping the flashlight they found more potted plants, nice seating, and what seemed to be larger tables to the side. At least it looked like tables.

Cyan kept her hand on Beryl's shoulder the whole time. Beryl's curiosity got the better of her as she walked closer to the tables, breaking away from Cyan's grip. “What do you think these are?” She said to place her hand on them.

An alien voice boomed and a blue figure flashed to life.

“——! What the —— is that” Cyan screamed. Her bat flew from her hands in an automatic swing, fizzling through the light figure.

The figure continued to speak, it sounded a lot like the English noise that Whitney would recite, only this voice was sweeter than noise. Beryl was shaken by the onslaught of sound but held her ground regardless of the fear of the unknown ratting her bolts. As the image of the figure continued to talk its volume toned down and its clarity began to render. Realization hit her. “It's the pretty lady from the pamphlet!”

“What?” Cyan asked, contemplating snatching up her bat. Beryl dug into her poncho pockets and handed the pamphlet to her, eyes fixated on the blue and yellow human the whole time. ‘How was she here?’ she wondered.

“I have heard about holograms, but I have never really found the courage to animate one myself” Cyan almost whispered, “well, never got the hardware.” She began to sweep the flashlight around the room again. “Where do you think we are”

Beryl finally pulled her eyes away. She let her sister take the lead, holding onto her shoulder this time. “Let's find out; there has to be more.”

Making their way to the far end of the room they found pamphlets littering the floor and information boards flickering on as they passed until they stopped at a row of turnstiles. On each side were machines that looked to be the vending kind, except they had very big display cases and looked like they extended behind the wall. Each twin nodded to the other in silent agreement and split their curiosity to each machine.

“Bags?” Beryl questioned pulling one out, only to see a suitcase be dispensed in its place. She looked in and saw that there were only a few left on a conveyer belt leading into the dark. “Must be a transport for them”

“Do you think…” Cyan began as she walked up to the other vendor. When it lit up, she froze at what she saw. “Beryl, don’t look up.”

Beryl ignored her and stifled a scream when she turned, barely letting out an alarmed beep. Cyan stood in front of a hanging companion. It swayed, limp and lifeless, as she touched it. Looking around its head Beryl saw that it was hanging from a hanging conveyer system, held up by hooks by its armpits and the back of its neck plugged into a port full of wires. Reaching into her bag Cyan pulled out some wires and after pulling out some from the companion she inserted them into the body, and then plugged herself into it.

“Cyan, no! You don’t know who that is!” Beryl warned.

Cyan rolled her eyes as she plugged herself in. Not feeling synchronization she joggled the port a bit and felt a cold shock go through her body. She shivered as code ran through her screen “I only feel emptiness.”

“Oh bot! They're dead!” Beryl cried.

“They're not dead, you dork!” She hissed. She turned back to the companion's slightly glowing screen “I just don’t think they were ever alive.”

Beryl calmed down a bit “How can that be?”

“Well think about it,” Cyan said unplugging herself. “Companions were originally made to be helpers and well “Companions” for humans, correct?” Beryl nodded to this as Cyan continued “so this is probably where humans picked up new ones for use.”

A question mark formed on Beryl's face “wait, so what does that mean this place is?”

Cyan scraped up a pamphlet off the ground “well, judging that these things look like yours…” she leaned forward to look past the turnstiles. She went quiet as she held her gaze, dropping the pamphlet. Just as Beryl was about to ask what was up, Cyan jumped the barrier. Beryl internally freaked out and followed her, stopping in her tracks at what was on the other side. Cyan looked at Beryl and smiled.

“I think we found your subway.”

Before the two of them were cars that stretched from tunnel end to tunnel end, almost as clean and polished as the tile floors. The doors were ajar, clicking open and closed automatically. Beryl put her hands over her speakers and giggled, vibrating even more with excitement. Cyan slid the car doors open. “And if my theory is correct,” She held the door open to let her sister peer through. A door was seen on the other side of the platform.

“That conveyer belt might continue into that room.”

Beryl stopped her stepings. “More Companions?”

“That or parts,” Cyan pointed out.

An exclamation point appeared on Beryl's screen. “We can give people in the slums upgrades! Limitless ones!” she bounded through the cars and to the other side. Not missing a beat she opened the door while her sister stood back, baffled that the door was unlocked in the first place. She diminished it quickly when she realized that Beryl was not entering. She ran to see the unimaginable before her.

Beryl barely whispered. “Cyan, is that?”

Cyan's theory was right, they found more empty companions. In fact, a small factory and assembly room full of them. The problem was that while the room was covered top to bottom with machinery and companion components it was also spattered in an orange, clinging slime. It clung to the walls, and as their eyes followed it down they could see it pooled into a pulsating mass on the bottom of the factory floor. The goo was littered with glowing pustule-like things and small moving orange creatures, scraping away at a companion body on the floor with uncanny mouths and pick-like legs. The companion laid on its back as if lazily reaching for them, half of its body already eaten away.

The two stood mortified, afraid to make a move. They knew that Zurks ate metal and were a nuisance to infrastructure, but they’d never seen anything like this. The Zurks turned to look at the newcomers, some of them scuttling closer.

Just as one got too close light flashed behind them. They turned to see that the monitors behind them came alive, white words flashing at them:

— > Run! Run! Run! More are coming! Run! < —

Were the computers talking to them?

Their questions were interrupted by squeals and squirms growing in voices. Looking back they saw that underneath a desk was an oozing hole in the wall, and out of it was pouring more of the creatures and that made a beeline toward them. Cyan grabbed Beryl and ran out of the door they came in.

Beryl scrambled to get her feet under her as Cyan pulled her along. Stopping at the subway train, Cyan aggressively threw the door open. “Cyan what can we?…” Beryl squabbled.

“No time for being quiet! Just book it back home! Move!” Cyan shoved her through the doors and kept pushing her along. Through the turnstiles, Cyan gave Beryl one final push and picked up speed for the holo tables. “Keep moving!” She screamed.

Beryl glanced back to see Cyan sliding for her bat behind the table, but not long to make sure she made it up the stairs.

“Keep moving and don’t look back!” Her twin continued to scream. She could hear the clunk of wood and metal on the stone floor as she made it out into the courtyard. Everything in her processors told her to both run and save her sister.

This was not how she wanted this day to go.

This chapter got inspiration from Mimi's tumbler. I loved their idea of bots synchronizing. I just thought it would be cool if it was used to read other Companions' statuses as well. Maybe in the future, I can play with the idea that they use it for deep connections with friends and lovers, or just to share minds or something...

Also...SUPRISE! DRAMA!

Trying to keep my duck in a row is hard... but I think I am doing a good job at it so far. Let me know if anyone is confused. My lovely husband is now my editor for this project so everyone say thank you to him. I know this is not his fandom but it warms my heart to pieces that he is spending time with me.

Also, I found out today that my love language is words of affirmation. Makes so much sense with how much likes and comments give me a dopamine rush.

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lord-of-pterodactyls · 1 year

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So everyone’s had that moment where they’ve entered an elevator and forgotten to push the button. You can’t deny it it’s basic knowledge. So mine happened to me once when i was like seven. I know a lot of people would have experienced this but mine is just that bit special because you had like 20 seven year olds crammed into an elevator and half of them are crying because the door is closed and they aren’t going anywhere. And school had this strings program so it was 20 seven year olds crammed into a lift with some violins cellos violas and a couple of double basses. So there is like no room whatsoever but everyone wants to get out so everyone is shoving each other to get to the door. And I get shoved to the back of the lift and notice that no one has pressed the fucking button. And a couple of weeks before that I got blamed for something I didn’t do and no one was on my side about it so I was feeling petty about it (still am and will never be over it but that’s not the point) and I just stayed quiet about it. And I have positioned myself so my back is against the buttons so no one else can realise and free us (I’m very petty okay?) and after like 20 minutes of manifesting chaos among these kids I finally press the ground floor button so we can get out. But we’ve been stuck for 20 minutes and the elevator was old and in need of repairs and the lights sort of started flickering and the elevator was shuddering because of the weight of all the kids and their instruments and this of course creates more screams. You will never understand the joy seven year old me had while shouting at everyone to be quiet because if they shut up they would have noticed that no one had pressed the down button and I was trying to tell them that they forgot the button but they couldn’t hear me because of their screams, and I would have pressed the button earlier had I not been shoved around constantly. A blatant lie to anyone who checked twice but alas seven year olds are fucking stupid (me included took me like 5 minutes to figure out that no one had pressed the button despite the fact I was standing right in front of it). And the reason no adults came to get us was because the music lesson was right before lunch and we were due to spend lunch on the other campus because we “behaved really well and can use the big kids playground across the road” which was honestly a good excuse to not have to put up with our screams of joy for lunch time. Anyway getting off topic. So half of the grade went down the elevator with their teacher supervisor and this woman forgot that the she still had to wait for the other half of the grade because it wasn’t her usual class. And like ten minutes till lunch ends she goes “oh wait shit I’ve lost some children how the fuck” and at this point we’ve gotten out and luckily managed to find our way to the playground thanks to some poor middle school student who I recognised from after school care (I feel bad about this now because this kid was like 13 and honestly if I was approached by twenty seven year olds with string instruments half of whom were crying or are still crying I would just panic). But the teacher has run off because she lost half of the kids she was supposed to be looking after. However some of the older students saw this site and decided that they would be babysitting until the teacher came back because look at these sad miserable children so sweet and innocent (and the other handful of older kids who just did it to laugh at us but I would too tbh). Anyway end of lunch comes and the teacher finally goes back to the playground and takes us back to the very small children side of the school. Honestly I still feel very satisfied about that because I got a gold star sticker from the teacher and was presented a piece of paper for my “ingenuity” during assembly that week. God I’m so fucking proud of seven year old me I was the fucking worst and I got prizes for it too.

#Seven year old me was kind of an asshole #But in a good way #actually not really #I was sort of the worst to kids my age #And I knew how to do puppy eyes and crying on command and lying so I just got away with everything #seven year old me was gaslighting gatekeeping and girlbossing #The story of me: a petty little fucker since the age of seven #Honestly fuck my year I’ve done it once and I’ll do it again if given the opportunity

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red-writes · 3 years

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soft yan! shinsou x chubby! reader

summary: you keep receiving these letters in your mailbox from an unknown person, somehow you find yourself slowly falling for the creepy admirer until one day they decide to reveal themselves to you in the worst way possible—by looming over you while you sleep.

warnings: yandere behavior, insecurities, light smut.

Boo’s note: hi okay, this is dedicated to the annie that asked me for a shinsou fic, tbh I didn’t really know what to make it about bc u didn’t specify but here I hope you like it *^* uhh it’s also unedited im sorrrrry

Everyday at 7:00 am, the mailman drops off mail. Everyday at 7:10 am you’re rushing downstairs after stuffing half a bagel in your mouth to retrieve the stack of envelopes from the mailbox. The letters started appearing a month ago, pretty purple envelopes sealed with a cat sticker were amongst your mail everyday. You picked out the purple one and dropped the other unimportant, plain white envelopes on the coffee table. You took a seat on the couch and hurriedly opened it up.

My dearest love,

Last night I had a dream about you. You’re perfect face was smiling at me, you called my name and even held your hand out to me. You were so perfect I woke up crying. The more time that passes, the more I find myself falling deeper and deeper in the never-ending ocean that is you. So deep, so warm, comforting and gentle. Do you think that maybe one day, we could be happy together? That we could live a life together somewhere peaceful where you have me and I have you and that’s it. To me, that sounds like heaven, a world where the only person I only ever see is you. You’re my everything, my reason to live, to breathe and to continue living in this grueling world. I hope the rest of your day is good, I hope you enjoy yourself at the party.

xoxo,

shin.

After reading you couldn’t help the hard pounding of your heart, it was unusual yes, but you found his fondness for you quite endearing. You clutched the letter and held it to your chest. While it was strikingly odd that he knew about tonight’s party, you didn’t mind. Up until now shin had been harmless, never saying or doing anything too weird or creepy, nothing to warrant you to visit the local police station. You refolded the letter and tucked it back inside of the envelope. Instead of mulling over small details, you needed to find something to put on tonight!

The party was in full swing by the time you arrived. It was a charity event for the company you worked for, everyone from the hero deku to chargebolt was in attendance. Big parties like this were not your scene but you had to go, your boss invited you personally and you didn’t want to let him down. You took a drink off of one of the tables and made your way to a less crowded corner of the room. You took rare sips of your champagne as you sighed. This place was definitely not your scene.

“You look fabulous tonight” you hear from beside you, you’re quick to turn your head and your eyes lay upon none other than the mind-jacking hero, Shinsou!

You’re quick to bow, “ah! Mr.shinsou, sir, it’s an honor to meet you” you greet and he’s chuckling softly.

“Hey now, don’t worry about being too formal with me” he says, voice gentle as he rests a hand on your shoulder. Your face is burning, he told you that you looked nice! The number five hero just complimented you!

“Thank-thank you” you say and quickly take another sip of your drink to try and calm your nerves, “you look nice as well”

He gives you a genuine smile, “you’re so sweet”

You can hardly breathe right now, Shinsou first told you that you looked nice and now he was calling you sweet? Was this your lucky day or something?

“Well Shinsou I-”

“Oh! Hitoshi, I’ve been looking for you man!”

Chargebolt walked over to where the two of you were standing and wrapped his arm around Shinsou’s neck. He began pulling him away, going on about how ground zero almost slapped one of the patrons. Shinsou turned to wave goodbye to you and you did the same. Once he was out of sight you released a breathe you hadn’t know you’d been holding in. Tonight felt like a dream, you really didn’t want to wake up from it.

“y/n! There you are, I need to you take pictures of me and some of our guests!” Your boss yells and you’re sighing, downing the rest of your drink before you rest it on a neighboring table.

“Coming sir!”

well maybe you were ready to wake up from it now.

The next day at the same time you retrieved your mail, you’d shuffled through it several times and yet you hadn’t found that signature purple envelope. The day after that and even the day after that one there was no letter for you in the mail. It stung. Maybe they’d lost interest in you? Maybe they decided that you weren’t good enough after all?

The sixth day after receiving no letter you’d decided to give up, it wasn’t like you knew this was going to happen. You threw yourself onto your bed as soon as you got out the shower. You’d been doing poorly at work lately, your mind too busy focusing on those purple envelopes rather than the stack of paper work in front of you. You pulled the sheets up to your chin and shut your eyes, praying that you wouldn’t dream of that person or their kind words.

There was an odd sensation you got, it felt like cold air was hitting your body. Were you still dreaming? You didn’t leave your window open. Your eyes fluttered open, your vision still slightly blurry as you came to. Your sat up and rubbed your eyes. From the corner of your eye you saw a figure standing there. Fear that laid dormant until now began to unfurl itself in your gut, you slowly turned your head to face it and there he was.

“M-mr.Shinsou?!” You whisper yelled, he gave you a soft smile and held his hands up in front of him.

“You caught me” he says and begins walking towards you, you’re scurrying away from him on the bed.

“Why- why are you here?!” you hold the sheet up in front of you like a shield.

“I felt guilty about not sending letters for so long..I made you sad and I couldn’t forgive myself for that so I came to make it up to you” he explains and your still sleep filled mind was struggling trying to comprehend his words.

“Letters..you’re the one who has been sending me all of those letters?” You ask and he nods, he takes a seat on the edge of your bed and that familiar pounding of your heart is back. It was him, the person you’d been longing for, for so long now.

“Mhm, everything I said in those letters were true as well, how beautiful I think you are, how addicting your personality is, how absolutely sinful I think your body is..” he whispers and you feel air caught in your throat. Shinsou inches closer and closer to you and in a flash of purple he pins you underneath him.

“Mr.Shinsou..-”

“Hitoshi, call me Hitoshi” he corrects.

His head slowly lowers until his face is millimeters from yours, his breath is hot against your lips and you can’t help but shut your eyes, you’d been wanting this- wanting him for such a long time now. Shinsou’s lips press gently against yours and you find yourself kissing back, your lips move in a glorious synchronous. The kiss was one of passion and hunger; proof that the two of you had been longing for the other. You pulled away from him, lungs grateful for the ability to breathe again.

“Hitoshi..” you whisper and Shinsou sucks in a breath before his hands move downwards to pull at the hem of your night gown.

“Can I?” He asks and you find yourself nodding. The number five hero, the man who has been stalking you, sending you letters that if you were anyone else would find creepy, the man you’d fallen for…

You raised your arms in the air as he slowly began lifting the sheer cloth off of you revealing your nude body to him. Your cheeks burned in embarrassment, your arms folded to cover your exposed chest.

“Y-you might be disillusioned after seeing me completely naked..if you regret choosing me to give your heart to, I don’t blame you” you shyly confess and Shinsou’s eyes widen.

“I could never, I've merely dreamt about this day every night for months on end...you are the most beautiful person I've had the pleasure of laying eyes upon.” He says, his hands gently pry your arms away from your body and you can feel hot tears well up in your eyes as he lays you back against the soft blankets.

His lips are soft as they press themselves against every bit of exposed skin, his kisses don't shy away from stretch marks or any of your other insecurities. A warm, heated feeling that blossoms in your chest.

Love? Desire? Serendipity?

It felt like all three combined into one big ball of sentiment.

His hands gently massaged your breasts evoking soft mewls of his name from you. His hands slivered downwards to grope the flesh of your stomach.

“Soft beautiful...” he mumbles, his hands move even further downwards and cup the warmth between your legs. The feeling of his hand directly against you has your legs spreading, giving yourself completely to him. His fingers gently rub circles at your clit, your hips stutter up into his touch, moans and whimpers tumble out of your mouth dumbly. The situation you've been so eager for, for so long was finally upon you.

Your back arches off the mattress as he slides a slim finger inside of you, the sensation feels much fuller than your own fingers do. You beg him to go faster, add more and make you feel better than you have ever before and he's shushing your lust filled ramblings with a kiss.

“I need to savor this moment, I won’t get many more like this” he expresses and your concern is evident on your face but he doesn't allow you to ponder on his words. He adds in another finger and curls them upwards, pressing them against the spongy sweet spot, his head ducks down and his lips wrap firmly around your clit and suck on the aching bud. Your eyes roll back into your head and your body shakes, unable to handle to the newfound euphoria.

“Ah- shinsou! I’ll- cumming!” your cunt spasms around his fingers as your orgasm hits you, you grip onto the sheets around you as your thighs shake.

“You look so pretty like this, so so pretty” he compliments, before you know it your eyes are involuntarily fluttering shut. You're scared, panic fills you at the thought of him not being here when you wake up, you don't want this to be another fever dream.

When you awake the next morning you feel heavy. Your body slumped with the exhaustion of the previous nights activities. You're eyes widen as your hand feels around the bed, your fingers bump into the heat of another body and there is. The yellow halo from the sun is cast over his head as his chest rises and falls.

You scoot in close enough so that your noses are just barely touching. His eyes begin creaking open and purple gems meet your own.

“Good morning”

“Morning..”

Questions about what he meant last night could wait…you wanted spend your time right now loving him.

#boo writes 👻#shinsou #shinsou x reader #shinsou x reader smut #shinsou smut #yandere shinsou #yandere shinso x reader #yandere shinso hitoshi #yandere shinsou x reader smut #yandere shinsou x chubby reader #yandere shinsou x chubby reader smut #yandere bnha #yandere mha

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alstroemeriadissonance · 2 years

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Orange Chocolate (NSFW)

I was going to go on a short-ish break (which you guys prolly wouldn't feel as there's a post scheduled to be published tomorrow), until I saw this really delicious pic and I'm oh shit I need to write a fic around this ultra spicy treat (NSFW even with censor stickers, be forewarned).

Warning: NSFW. The usual. We get a nice fluffy sexy Vyn here as palate cleanser for the angstfest that were the last two updates.

"Rosa, dearest, is there anything wrong?"

You are gathering the examination papers that the students have left on their desks as soon as they either finished or gave up on Vyn's quarterly examination to Introduction to Psychology.

It is supposed to be an uneventful, mundane task: pick up the papers, maybe arrange them by alphabetical order if you feel that generous, make sure that you have not missed anything before handing them over to Vyn.

Yet somehow today, today is a little different.

Hidden underneath more than a few examination papers, to be discovered once the sheets of paper were gathered, were small gifts of handmade chocolates.

Some accompanied with short notes, no doubt sealed with kisses.

You cannot help smile at the memories of the sweet, forbidden fruit that you yoursel used to indulge in, as a young girl: tender, innocent crushes towards one's dashing teacher.

"Mm. Nothing's wrong, Dr. Richter," you say as you gently fondle the plastic-lidded giftbox containing handmade chocolates. Such care went to these, you note. Not even you yourself paid so much care and attention to detail to the gifts you once sent to your handsome maths teacher; the most you did for him was give him a candy cane from a Christmas gift that you got back in middle school...

And as you admire the handiwork, the sheer soft love that went into the gifts--there were many others, scattered on different desks--you could not help but feel a pang of something silly as jealousy.

"Are you sure?" Vyn says as he approaches you from behind. "Ah," Vyn finally sees what was catching your attention; what was keeping you from going back to his waiting orbit.

"It seems that they are at it again," he says as he gingerly takes the gifts away from your hands. "I am sorry. I shall be distributing these to the patients at the center..."

"Dr. Richter--"

"Vyn, my dearest. There are no more students around," he says as he leans towards you, capturing your lips with his.

It was supposed to be a chaste kiss, something appropriate in such a setting. Yet Vyn, one who does not pay much regard to societal mores except when it suited him, pries open your lips with his tongue to turn the once innocent, reverential kiss into something more hungry by nature.

You feel his tongue trace your lower lip before slipping inside your mouth to lay claim to your territory--now locking lips and kissing you so deeply that he literally takes your breath away...

And then you part, reluctantly, a trail of saliva keeping you connected until it snaps.

"Vyn," you breathe, flush creeping across your cheeks. "Not now. What if someone sees us?"

He grins, that knowing, lopsided grin that tells the world that he owns everything he surveys, and that he can very well do what he wants.

Everything, except if you tell him otherwise.

"Just a little bit of reassurance, my love," Vyn whispers, his breath hot against your ear. "That you are all I need, and more. I assure you, I do not partake of what they have been giving me. I do not think it--"

Wait. That is wrong, you think.

"Not even once, Vyn?" You ask.

"Not even once."

You bite your lip. Your thoughts return to your budding years as a middle schooler, having given candies to your favorite math teacher...what would you feel, how would you feel if your gifts were so rejected?

That would have been heartbreaking.

"That's...that's sad, Vyn," you cannot help but say in a small, quiet voice. The other part of you, the one that is happy to hear that he had never once indulged in his students' affections, is promptly shelved at the back of your mind.

"Hm? How so?"

"These gifts are their sincere feelings for you," you say, struggling to word your thoughts--your own feelings--on the matter. "I mean, they will not be returned, of course, but..."

You take a deep breath. "They deserve to be heard. I guess in this case, tasted?"

Your lover cocks an eyebrow, intrigued. "Were you not just a smidgen jealous, Rosa?" He asks, tone just a touch teasing. "I thought I saw you frown a little when you were looking at the chocolates."

"Oh, that," At this point you are not sure if Vyn had misread you, or if he was right--right in the sense that you were both a little jealous, yet wistful about your salad days with innocent puppy love. "Maybe. Of course. I cannot help but feel a little bit of insecurity, when so many girls look your way," you confess, biting your lip.

"And yet," Vyn said, trying to confirm the point that you are trying to make, "You wish for me to 'acknowledge their gifts'. Did I get that correctly, Rosa?"

"Yes." You nod. "Because one of the saddest things in the world are gifts that are so callously ignored."

"My sweetest, most delightful Rosa," Vyn murmurs as he gently touches your cheek. "To care for others, at the expense of your own feelings. I would admire that quality of yours, but I do not want to see you suffer so."

"I am a little insecure," you admit, "But I ache more at the thought of these handmade gifts made with you in mind so carelessly tossed aside."

Your lover gives you a small smile. Compassion, maybe even a little amused pity, is reflected in his gold irises, only for you. "Are you sure?"

You nod, resolute. "Yes. Yes, I am sure."

"Very well then, I shall respect your decision." Vyn plants a kiss on your cheek. Let us gather them, and go home."

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Vyn sets up a makeshift bain-marie over his stove: a saucepan filled with a little water, and a heat safe bowl placed on top of the saucepan. "Love, would you be a dear and take out the chocolates from their wrapping? I am just getting ready to melt them."

Then you put yourself to work: There were a good mixture of handmade chocolates: white chocolates, dark, milk, and there was even one gift with ruby variant. They were all clad in pretty packaging: gift boxes, plastic gift bags tied with ribbons, pretty foil wrapping. All bore the touch of girlish love. The sight makes your heart grow heavy with a bittersweet ache. Is it insecurity? Of course not, for you have the man of your--their--desires with you.

Probably a little guilt?

"Should I group them by flavor, or by type...?"

"No need," says Vyn briskly as he rolls his sleeves up to his elbow. "We will melt them all into one chocolate mixture." He then peers at your work, and upon seeing all of the chocolate already unwrapped he gathers them by hand, placing them into the melting bowl a handful at a time.

As Vyn stirs the slowly melting confection with a spatula he asks, "What flavor do you feel like adding to the chocolate, beloved?"

"I like orange chocolate," you say as you join him by the stove, watching the different colors of white, dark brown, pink coalesce into a lighter brown with a slight pinkish shade. "But won't putting in additional flavor ruin the entire thing? They're already mixed up as it is...I'm sure at least one white chocolate was strawberry flavored."

Vyn chuckles. "Let me be the judge of that." He removes the chocolate-covered spatula from the bowl and, after letting it cool for a bit, dips a fingertip to gather enough melted chocolate for him to taste. "The strawberry taste is faint enough not to interfere with the orange extract," he says, after he lets the sweet swirl on his tongue.

This piques your curiosity, and you have been holding yourself back from tasting them for sometime already, so you cannot help but exclaim "Oh? Let me have a taste too!"

"But of course." Vyn now gives you that half-smile that always precedes a sort of mischief, and you swallow nervously--you do not know what to expect--and you soon find your answer as his fingertips gather some more of the molten chocolate, smearing it all over his lips.

"Go ahead, have a taste," he says, his tongue licking at the chocolate hanging over his upper lip.

Somehow you now feel wetness pooling in your nethers, now that Vyn has started that kind of play. "You play dirty. Literally," you say with a grin.

Your breath catches as you coil your arms around him, pulling him down to allow yourself unbridled access to his lips, the flat of your tongue licking off the exquisite amalgamation of his admirers' feelings, now offered up to you, his only beloved...

What has started as a teasing play soon escalates into a full-blown making out: Vyn feels around for the gas stove knob, turning off the flame. "Love, I'm still supposed to put in the extract, but," he chuckles against your lips. "We may be a bit busy for the next few--ah--minutes," he lets out a soft moan as your tongue finds its way to the tender spot where the jaw meets the neck, lapping up at the stray traces of chocolate.

He then unbuttons his shirt halfway to allow access to his collarbone.

Smiling, you take a bit of chocolate from the still-coated spatula and smear it across his collarbone, covering including his secret beauty mark underneath. "Vyn," you ask, "Has anyone else seen your mole?" You lick the very spot in question, and the flat of your tongue now runs the length of the chocolate trail.

"Hmm? Ah--no," Vyn murmurs as he watches you help yourself to his skin. "I always keep my shirt properly buttoned up."

"I'm the only one who can see this mole?" Another lick at his beauty mark.

Vyn lets out a soft laugh. "Yes, pet."

"I'm glad."

The heavenly sounds of Vyn's heavy breathing--at times almost like a cat, purring--permeate the kitchen area, the sounds of his barely held back lust filling your ears and you find yourself tasting him all over: lips, cheeks, neck, his immaculate decolletage, all even after you have licked him clean of chocolate. You try your hardest to drown yourself in your lover's flavor, and he so gladly indulges you.

You then feel his hands parting your blazer, tugging it off your shoulders and pulling it at the sleeves to let it fall off your arms. He then starts peeling off your layers, his efforts finally culminating at exposing your naked upper body save for your lacy brassiere.

And with his slender, skillful fingers he unhooks it, and off comes your bra to the floor.

Vyn groans at the sight of your breasts spilling out for him, and he dips down to trace your areola with the tip of his tongue.

"Vyn," you moan, "We're still by the stove...Fire hazard?" You cannot articulate your thoughts well, especially with how he laps up your nipple, teasing it into a hardened peak. Unconsciously you hook a leg around his waist, grabbing onto his neck to stabilize yourself as you grind your hungry arousal against his hard on...

"I am sorry," Vyn whispers in a mock apology. "You make me lose track of where I am at times. You need to forgive me."

Without warning he sweeps you off your feet, carrying you in his arms to the adjacent living room. "I cannot wait anymore," Vyn growls as he places you gently on the sofa, the guttural vibration of his voice sending electric shivers to your loins.

Quickly he strips off all his clothes, until he is naked save for his glasses.

You shed your skirt and pantyhose just as quickly. How has trying to get him to acknowledge his admirers' gifts escalate to this, you wonder as you feel Vyn's hands guide you to straddle him on the sofa, his hard cock jutting against your ass as you slide into place above him, your thighs clamped around his waist...

"Rosa, Rosa," He repeats your name, over and over, in between openmouthed kisses as he licks your lips; you follow suit and your tongues meet and entwine outside your mouths, seeking each others flavor and imprinting it to memory. "Rosa," he breathed. "I will acknowledge their gifts, but I shall meld them into one that I will offer up to you."

Vyn trails kisses from your lips, across to your cheek and up to your ear, where his tongue snakes inside; sending jolts of pleasure down your spine. "Orange, you said?" he asks as his hands slide to your breasts, his fingers feeling the heft of your swell and letting his palms slide over your nipples, teasing them, the bundle of nerves on your peaks stimulated to such heights that you almost feel you can come with that touch alone, but not quite.

"Yes, orange," you whisper as you touch his cheek and gently nudge him to kiss your lips again, to let you taste his tongue again, the tongue that usually tasted of strawberry candy--today, of chocolate--and you want to feel that giddy thrill that you always get whenever he kisses you so hungrily...

"Then I will take their gifts, gladly, and transmute them into the orange treat that will delight my Rosa," Vyn murmurs as he adjusts himself on the sofa. "Love, I need you now..."

You feel his cock nudging at your sex; your slit is now hungry, wet, and begging to be filled and stretched by your lover, and so you move to align your entrance to his tip. "Won't the chocolate harden by now?" You whisper against his neck, as you rub your dripping sex along his shaft.

Vyn hisses, and lets out a short, terse curse in his native language. "We can always melt it again, pet." His voice is now urgent, heavy with utter need. "Please. Sit on me. Now."

You then hold his gaze, and with small movements your pussy descends upon him, your gyrating movements engulfing his hard length bit by bit, all the while never breaking eye contact with him, until he is fully hilted inside. "Vyn," you moan, "I can't get enough of you..."

And once again you kiss him, your hands cupping his face lovingly as you grind your hips, your movements long and drawn out, taking advantage of his length by pulling your hips just enough until only his tip is lodged inside, then pushing until he is once buried deep, hitting your inner walls. You do this over and over, relishing your lover's delicious shuddering as he writhes underneath you.

You feel Vyn's hands slide to your hips, holding you in place. "Forgive me, Rosa," he says, his voice strained with need, and he takes over, fucking you hard and fast--and you match his movements, your hips gyrating, meeting his every thrust.

The living room is now filled with noises of skin hitting skin, of wet sex, of both your and Vyn's moaning and cries for each other, at times stifled with your wet, openmouthed kissing.

"Vyn, oh god, I need to come," you moan, and your hand slips between you, fingers rubbing your sensitive clit towards your release.

"Come for me," Vyn purrs as he relentlessly fucks you, his thrusts coming in hard and fast, and this time it is him who grabs your face to kiss you hungrily, as he comes in violent spurts inside you.

===

"Rabbit chocolates!" you exclaim once Vyn presents you the finished product, along with a lavish bouquet of flowers handpicked from his own garden.

"Yes. Is this to your liking, my Rosa?" Your doctor peers at you behind his glasses, gold irises sparkling with expectant mirth. "I have added some orange extract, as you have requested."

He hands you the bouquet of lilies and roses, and he unties the gift bow of the box housing the chocolates that the both of you melted down yesterday, before things got a little too hot to continue making handmade chocolates.

With slender fingers Vyn plucks a rabbit chocolate, and once again with that half-smile, he holds half of the chocolate with his mouth.

You lick your lips. Vyn has made it clear whose affection he values above all else.

#tears of themis fanfiction #tears of themis fanfic #vyn richter #vyn richter smut #mo yi #mo yi smut #tot #tot smut

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mouthfulloftoothpasterry · 3 years

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Meet cute

summary: going through harry and Loralie's normal day... until Harry meets someone.

warnings/ disclaimers: none :)

“Daddy!” Harry hears, tearing his head up from his big metal desk where he was looking over his students' art work. He teaches art at a primary school and is lucky enough to work in a school that has care for younger kids, so his daughter Loralie attends the preschool there. “Darling, why are you out of class already? The first bell hasn't rung yet.” At this school they have a three bell system. The first is for kids who ride the bus home, then the ones who get picked up by a parent or walk home, and the third bell is for kids who live further out and take the bus- the buses come back from their first trip and come around for them to take them to their long trip back home. The teacher's assistant always escorts Loralie to Harry's classroom after the first bell.

“I'm done!” she says, waving a bye to the teachers assistant whale Harry thanks her. He pulls her up on a chair next to the wooden stool he was sitting in, pulling her paisley printed backpack off of her and unzipping it to look through her folder. He looks over his class (full of seven and eight year olds) making sure they are all doing what they should be- reading a library book while they wait for their number bell to ring. He looks through some of the work she had done, the two pockets sorted into one that had her work of colorings, trying to write her name, and crafts. The other pocket filled with papers her and Harry needed to study together, her ABC’s, her numbers up to ten, colors, and notes to parents.

Harry gasps dramatically, pulling his classes' attention away from their books. “You got two golden stars today?!” he asks Loralie, making her nod, giggling. In her class they have a reward system, if the teacher or teachers assistant catches them doing a good deed they will reward them with a golden star sticker to encourage them to keep doing it, all the teachers here do it with the younger kids. Today Loralie was caught helping a kid pick up his crayons and then sat with a lonely kid while they were on the story time rug- now Harry is having a total proud dad moment reading the note her teacher had written him.

Just then the bell rings, “have a good night everyone!” Harry calls out to the first-bellers. He turns back to his daughter seeing her cover her ears from the loud ring of the school bell. Harry laughs, pulling Loralie to sit on his lap, ignoring the art he was working on. “So, tell me all about your day, baby.” Harry says, one arm wrapped her back and the other pulled her backpack down and shoving her folder and lunchbox into it. Loralie babbles on about her day for a while, ignoring the other listening ears and telling her daddy everything that had happened. She goes on about story time and how they had read one fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish by dr.seuss, how they sang some songs, and how they colored until the third bell rings leaving Harry and Loralie all alone.

“We can't go home just get, baby. I've got a few things to do before we can leave.” Harry informs his daughter, pulling his earlier classes paintings off of the drying rack and stacking them so he could hand them out easier tomorrow. Loralie has no response, instead getting in Harry's big metal desk drawers and pulling out the couple of toys she kept here for times like this when Harry kept them after school a bit longer than she wanted. Harry lets Loralie help him when he puts the watercolor paints in the back storage room.

He hears feet on the steps leading to the art room making him peek his head out, reaching out for Loralie so she would grab his hand. He hears a bit of whispering, declaring it safe while he clasps his hand with Loralie and walks out. “Hi, could I help you?” Harry asks, looking at the mother and son. The woman politely smiles, her hand resting on her toddlers back- Harry knows him, he teaches the preschoolers art every Wednesday and he just had this little boy in his class today so he must be in Loralies class.

“Um, he left his folder down here today. It's got the baby shark stuff on it and it says Milo on it in gold sharpie. Mrs. Hannah had told me that it would probably be down here.” the woman says, their children apparently knowing each other because they are already talking. Harry was right, he is in Loralies class. Harry turns back to his desk with a smile on his face, “here.” he says, walking back. “I was gonna give it to Mrs. Hannah so he could get it back first thing in the morning.”

She smiles, taking it from his hands. She notes how his hands are rather large and stained in different colors of paint, even a couple of his rings have splatters of paint over them- but they all seem to be to be only for fashion not a wedding ring. “Thank you. And Mrs. Hannah told me what Loralie did today, she's such a sweetheart.” Harry furrows his eyebrows a bit, confused, “oh! Sorry, she sat with him during story time. He's kinda shy so it was really nice of her, she seems to really get him to branch out.” she looks down at her son and smiles seeing him talk to the girl.

“Oh, yeah. Thank you.” Harry smiles, finally letting go of the folder. She smiles, turning away and pulling Milo up on her hip, bidding the both of them a good bye. “Oh, I never caught your name.” Harry says, turning his chin up. She turned her head back smiling, “Y/n.” Harry smiles at her teasing tone, his cheeks turning the lightest shade of pink. “I'm Harry.”

Eventually Harry takes Loralie home, bringing them back to their small home. Harry knows its small, it got two bedrooms- one that isn't even used because Loralie sleeps in his bed with him every night (he's a single parents and he's not taking anyone home- it's just what happens), a small cramped kitchen, only one full bathroom then just a half one in the master bedroom, a normal sized living room, then a small dining room. It's not perfect but it's perfect for them, there are only two people, one man and a mini monster running around.

“Dinner then a bath, my love. You know the drill.” Harry hollers over to Loralie who is laying in the living room and playing with her stuffed animals while paw patrol plays in the background. He pushes over the markers on the table, setting down her plate waiting for her to crawl up and eat what he had prepared for her. She joins him soon, digging into the pesto pasta and fruit he prepared. “So, what was the best part of your day, baby?” Harry asks, smiling at his daughter and setting down his own plate while she sips at her sippy cup.

“Seeing daddy!” she yells, making Harry laugh. He smiles kissing her nose, “My favorite part was seeing you*, munchkin.” He smiles, making her squeal, shoving fruit in her mouth. Harry kisses her hand looking at her in adoration, he's so happy he has his little girl.

“Bubbles, daddy.” Loralie says, collecting the bubbles from her bath into her hand and blowing them. Harry nods, smiling, continuing to lather her hair. “What do you think about Milo, baby?” He asks, not being able to get his mind off of what had happened just before him and Loralie left.

Loralie looks up at him, “Milo?” She asks, her cheeks turning blush from the bath. Harry nods, giving her a warm smile while he cups his hand in front of her forehead to prevent any shampoo getting in her eyes before he starts to wash it out. “Nice.” She says, Harry nodding his head along with her.

Harry wishes he got to know Milo's mother a bit more. She seemed like someone that he would like. She was so sweet and her teasing tone made him even more attracted to her, she was gorgeous, and not to mention he didn't see a ring on her finger. Harry continues her bath, pulling her out and changing her into her pajamas. His mind wanders off a bit, thinking about the pretty woman he met today. He hopes he will see her again and little does he know she hopes she will see him again.

“Let's go to bed, baby.”

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kyotakumrau · 2 years

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2021.11.02 DIR EN GREY at Zepp Nyagoya - setlist & report

00 SE

01 Spilled Milk

02 朔-saku-

03 REPETITION OF HATRED

04 人間を被る・ningen wo kaburu

05 滴る朦朧・shitataru mourou

06 落ちことのある空・ochita koto

07 てふてふ・tefutefu

08 谿壑の欲・keigaku no yoku

09 赫・aka

10 朧・oboro

-inward scream / Oboro outro-

11 欲巣にDREAMBOX

12 Devote My Life

13 T.D.F.F.

14 CLEVER SLEAZOID

ENCORE

en15 FINAL

en16 FATAL BELIEVER

en17 Rubissh Heap

en18 Sustain The Untruth

en19 詩踏み・utafumi

It's been a few days since but some of my smoothed out notes:

It's always good to visit Nagoya🖤

I arrived at Sasashima in the afternoon so I got my stickers and got the paper concert ticket, then with friends we went to get ZARAME doughnuts and eat something.

This time I was in a central block in the back, N row (Nagoya row😆).

Toshiya wore a black suit with a white shirt, Die the arm sleeve outfit, Kaoru ?, Shinya?

Kyo had the gold/beige adidas tracksuit you saw on instagram, green~yellow fluorescent hair, no make up and impressive swag😆

From the very start every song was so raw, full of energy🔥

There were so many parts Kyo just shouted or growled instead of singing.

During Ningen wo kaburu, the part 'dare no tame ikiteru・who are you living for' the heart screams were silent but fierce!! And Kyo encouraged us with shouts of 'Nagoya!!!'

Shitataru dancing was so 😳

Kyo started removing the jacket then.

Ha! Tommy who wrote we should just stand and watch the performance as a film - if they used a totally different footage on the back screen today I wouldn't have even realized, I was so busy headbanging😆

And other time I was busy looking at Kyo, and dancing and jumping!!

With keigaku the mood changed.

During Aka Kyo was hanging his rope (gestruring everything with his hands and body), he caught something suddenly thrusting his hand through the loop, a flower? a butterfly?. But he kept it in his fist and eventually crashed it clenching his hand strongly.

During Oboro Toshiya made a cross sign. And again the song was just cutting really deep, Kyo really broke there on the stand. After the end he stayed on the stand when the lights went dark and we heard cries of 'can you hear? Can you hear?? I can't forgive!'

And this time too, it was hard to enter another song but the choice of the following song again was done masterfully.

失った歪な幸福は雨に化す

And then it felt like the venue might not contain the energy, headbanging and fistpumping madness😆🌪

TDFF had Kyo again doing pistol hands at Toshiya during bass solo ピョンピョンβﾟ｡.*゜☜(=σωσ=☜)

We got so many 'your necks are still intact' or 'come here with your necks' etc, all meaning 'is that all you got????!!?GET HEADBANGING RIGHT F NOW!!!!!' 😂

Sustain, this time Toshiya did the 'shooting' / pistol hand😆

And Kyo was pointing at fans with each '残酷な・zankokuna'.

Even without us screaming we were definitely projecting our heart screams at them😆

And encore felt like you pure fire. Kyo kept encouraging us to do more and more at each song, but before Utafumi we got a longer bit:

Kyo: Are you still alive? Are you? Nagoya? Guys! Girls! Are you alive??

Nyaaa~gooo~yaaa! NYAAAA GOO YAAAA!! You can't scream huh. Do you know what to do instead? Do you????! LAST! Bring us your necks!!!!!🔥

💚💚💚💚💚

After there was so much pointing at fans, the two-fingers-eyes-to-fans pointing.

Kyo stood on the stand clapping a bit with us, then teasing us that we can't scream, laughing.

He waved byebye and shouted Nagoya without the mic. And more smiles as he turned and walked away.

Other band members also stayed waving and pointing at fans, Kaoru did his 'throw the heart pick to fans'😆 Die was the last to leave.

It was my last show this tour but it was such a perfect ending🔥

I will be doing whatever I can to get tickets for Shinkiba in January!!!🖤

#dir en grey #tour21 desperate #zepp nagoya #setlist #attempt at live report

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xsugarysweetsx · 3 years

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hehe the way I smiled when I saw that your requests r open!!Thank you😗

May I request Cherry X Reader where they r in an arranged marriage. Like maybe the reader is from a traditional family and she agrees to it anyway since she loves her parents but is low-key scared of being his wife/a mother. They have a rocky start but end up falling in love. Maybe one day cherry takes her to S to see him race and meet the gang and she loves it. You can make it spicy at the end if you like 👀

idk why but I always think about this when I see him and also braiding his hair coz it's so much prettier than mine 😒💖

A/N:I don’t understand how a man can be so beautiful// much longer than I expected it to be....

Please enjoy~🍰

Warnings; Some mention of smut; Nothing too detailed, but it’s there

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“Come here your kimono isn’t tight enough“ your mother said as she went behind you to tighten it even more than before

“Mom! I can’t breath if it’s this tight!“ you said almost wheezing for air.

“You have to make sure your waist looks small and appealing” she said, even though, looks are not everything in a relationship. As much as you didn’t want to, you had to look your best today, it was important. You were going to meet the man you were to marry. You were part of an important family in Japan, and of course your family was very traditional. This only meant you were already expecting an arranged marriage.

Today you were meeting with him for the first time. From what you heard, he was a successful calligrapher, and popular with women. You didn't quite know how to feel with that, but this was your future. Most people wouldn't agree with arranged marriages but, you love your parents and this is what they wanted.

They told you that he was a gentleman, and very respectful. Well your hopes were up now, hopefully you’re not disappointed. Could you possibly end up in a good marriage? walking into the home you were greeted not by someone work there, but by a voice.

“Welcome, master Kaoru is waiting for you in the meeting room.“ for someone who is traditional he sure had a good AI system. Walking off to the right your father opens the sliding door and there he was. A young man with long pink hair and glasses, he wore traditional clothing and seemed very proper.

“Mr & Mrs Y/L/N, welcome please take a seat.” Not a hint of emotion on his face.

He was stoic but not cold. He poured you all some tea and your parents begin to discuss the marriage. Now that you say there and listened to everything, it really started sinking in. You were getting married to a complete stranger. You didn’t know the first thing about marriage! Or being a wife! Oh gods.....what if they expected children??

A million things were flooding your mind, you felt so lost. In all honesty, you were scared of what was to come..

“Y/N..” you were brought out of your thoughts by your mother gently shaking your shoulder “are you alright? You look sick”

“O-oh, yes I’m fine!“ you assure her swallowing the lump in your throat

“If you say so, we need you and Mr.Sakurayashiki to sign the papers as well. In 2 weeks time there will be a wedding ceremony but for now, we must fill out the papers.“ you watch Kaoru take the pen read the line and signs his name next was your turn.

He hands you the paper and pen, you bite your bottom lip as you read ‘spouse sign here’. You let out a shaky breath as the ink forms your name on the paper. After some more discussions on the wedding it was your time to leave. You all thanked him for tea and his time. Before you walked out the door he asked t speak with you for a moment, making your heart drop. You parents wait outside as you have a word with the pink haired man.

“Y/N, I just want you to relax, I noticed you were nervous before and you should know I won’t mistreat you and will try to be a proper spouse“

“Oh, uhm thank you Mr-“

He interrupts you “Please call me Kaoru“

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Just as planned the wedding happened 2 weeks from then. You couldn’t stop blushing that day, from anxiety, to shyness, to even Kaoru. He looked very handsome that day, and he was just as much as gentleman. The ceremony was calm and heartfelt, friends and family gathered to witness your union. He saw you were very nervous that day so, instead of a general kiss he gave you a quick peck.

Only for you to duck you flustered face, he found it quite cute actually. He thought you looked beautiful that day in traditional wedding attire. He took mental note son how you were as a person. Although you seemed somewhat intimidated, you were considerate and kind. You helped people who needed it, and you put others before yourself. He just hoped this marriage will have a good outcome.

———

“We don’t have to do this” he simply said beginning to disrobe

“But-“ usually it was on the first night of the wedding when. It should happen

“If we get to that stage in our relationship, then you can tell me. You don’t have to force yourself. I can leave the room until you’re done getting changed” he left the room so that you can change. You take a moment to assess the situation, and you smile to yourself

“How considerate...“ you think to yourself. after changing, you both ordered room service and have dinner for the night. He was nice to talk to, it had some interesting topics to share with you. Even his calligraphy job seemed interesting. He offered to take a different room while you slept in this one's may be comfortable, but you said it was okay and you were fine with sharing a bed.

he's not like most men I hear about an arranged marriages. He's not forcing you to do anything, he's asking if I'm comfortable with everything. All the stories really kind of scared me into this, maybe it won't be so bad....maybe....

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“Y/N, get dressed we’re going out tonight“ he says coming to you and kisses your cheek. It has been about 11 months, almost a year, since you married and it has been better than you thought. of course you had fears of Nami and expectations of a “good wife”. He made sure to tell you how much of a good job you were doing, even if you didn't do much. He thought you were perfect the way you are. He also believe that he could trust you enough to share secret with you--he was taking you to “S”

Usually you both go to events together, especially ones that associated with his work. But tonight was different he had different attire on. He wore his hair in a ponytail, no glasses and a mask covering the bottom portion of his face.

“Where are we going? A costume party?“ you joke

“After seeing one person you mat think that“ he said but was still serious about you getting ready ““make sure you dress comfortably you don't need to wear kimono for this.” he gave you more detail “Now listen to me, where we are going you cannot speak of after. Not to me, nor to your parents or anyone else if they know about it.“

“Huh? Are we joining some secret society?“ you giggle coming back out in some jeans and a t shirt with a sweater.

“In a way, let’s go.“ if you thought tonight was strange you only got stranger, you would expect a person like him to have a motorcycle. Or to be carrying a skateboard for that matter, just who was this person and was he really your husband. Holding on to him you take off into the dead of night. eventually make it to the gate where he showed an s-shaped sticker and was granted entry. There multiple women started to scream

“Cherry!!” “Master Cherry!!” Were they referring to Kaoru?

“Yo Cherry, ya made it- and you finally brought a girl with ya. It’s about time” a tall muscular man with green hair said patting Kaoru on the back roughly. Next came a man with dramatic makeup and a cape. Two boys who seemed to ebe in high school, one with red hair and the other with blue. Finally a much younger looking boy with a cat hoodie. Huh, interesting crowd...

“Get off me!“ he said kicking him in the ass “This is Y/N, she’s my wife“ he said standing next to you and all their jaws drop

“Cherry is married?!“

“Huh, she’s pretty quiet compared to these girls...it’s kinda nice“

“Damn, and to think you could have gotten anyone but got married.“ Kaoru seemed very annoyed at this point

“Yes I am married, she’s better than the screaming women here, and I will not toy with women like you do!!“ he answered all their questions in one go “Y/N, this is a place where skateboarders come to race, it’s called ‘S’, these are JOE, MIYA, Reki, Langa, and SHADOW“

“H-hello..“ you wave to the small group and they waved back

“Y/N, do you mind stay here with Reki and Langa? I need to race and I’ll be back“ he asked laying hand to the top of your head and you nod. He leans down and places his covered lips to your forehead. He then picked up his board, it was black with some purple lining and goes to the start.

There he and JOE get ready to race as a traffic light counts their start. After it turns green they were off like rockets. It was still a lot to swallow...how he kind of had a double life and you were just now finding out about it. It was a bit overwhelming when you really watched him go. The way he picked up speed and rounded corners, made you hold your breath and gasp with each trick he did.

When they approach the finish line he had won and the crowd was chanting his name. They both made their way back bickering about who was the best skater, when they were both equally amazing. Crowds joined around them but you just stayed behind still processing everything. It wasn’t a bad thing, but you were just wondering so many thing. Cherry pushes his way through the crowd and to your side lifting your head without warning captures your lips in a kiss.

This was the most intimate you had been with him, and in public! The crowd went quiet and some of the girls there complained or whined about not being in your place. After he pulls away he whispered to you

“Let’s go home...“ and you were on your way back to the comfort of your home. That night he had made love to you for the first time ever. It was passionate, and steamy, and full of love. He was your first ever so he made sure to go slow for you. Everything about it just felt so good, the way he held and kissed you. He handled you like glass but did not fail to meet your pleasure.

That night was when you opened up about your fears of being his wife

“..and seeing how amazing you were tonight only made me more aware of who you were. I just...hope I can live up to your standards as a wife, and don’t get me started on children. Imagine having a plain mother“ you vented to him as he held you close

“Don’t say that,“ he snapped back “You’re an incredible wife and you’d be an even better mother one day. When I heard about the arrangement I was honestly nervous. And the day I saw you only raised my anxiety, I thought you were stunning, and your shyness only made you cuter“ he admits with a chuckle

“I guess....we’re both nervous wrecks who married each other then?“ you giggle looking up at him as your head lays on his chest

“You’re my nervous wreck“ he said poking your nose with his finger “...I have something else to tell you...“

“What’s that?“ you ask. He cranes his head down toward you

“...I love you“ he whispered as he catches you lips in a kiss

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I hope this was okay!❤️

#cherry blossom x reader #sk8 the infinity x reader #kaoru sakurayashiki #sk8 the infinity fanfic #sk8 cherry blossom #sk8 the infinity #cherry blossom #anime #anime x reader #fanfiction

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mizunetzu · 3 years

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YOURE DOPE ASS SHIT HOMIE <3333 can i get uuHHHhh mutha fuckin tanaka x femboy reader ?

HAHAHA SAY LESS I NEVER EXPECTED TO GET A TANAKA REQUEST IM-

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Tanaka x reader - one date wonder

⚠️ warnings - reader is referred to as a girl unintentionally, by Nishinoya in the beginning. Don’t worry, I assure you this is a Male Fic. Ta-ho.

Pronouns - male, he/him

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If there was one thing Tanaka hated, it was pretty boys.

They were so over hyped. Just because they have a handsome face, all of a sudden they’re the talk of the town. Especially if they had a skirt on and whatnot. What happened to personality?

“Oi oi Ryu!”

Tanaka didn’t notice Nishinoya shoving a phone towards his face. He continued skimming through the Miyagi volleyball weekly magazine. “If I see one more article about that prick Oikawa I’m gonna-“

“Ryu!” Nishinoya practically slapped Tanaka’s head with his phone. Tanaka yelped.

“Hell was that for?!”

Nishinoya wordlessly held up his phone uncomfortably close to Tanaka’s face.

A girl with (h/l), boyish hair and a pretty pink skirt stood tall on Nishinoya’s small phone screen. The girl had cute (h/c) hair, framing her face as she posed with her hand flexed into a peace sign.

She was totally his type.

“Apparently she goes to our school.” Noya giddily scrolled through the girls feed, careful not to accidentally like anything as to not be caught stalking her page. Tanaka exhaled.

“Dude...if I ever see her I think I’m boutta simp.”

“Riiiight?” Nishinoya held down his phone screen to let Tanaka in on the girls social media page.

———

Walking into class the next day, he ran into a horde of girls surrounding someone in the middle of the room. There seemed to be someone in the center, awkwardly chuckling and trying to say something, but it was drowned out but the vociferous squeals or questions thrown at them. Tanaka couldn’t quite make out the person’s face.

Stalking closer, trying to subtly peek from over the heads of the girls, the person’s eyes slowly panned over to him. They locked eyes. Something seemed oddly familiar about that person. He couldn’t quite place it, though.

The person’s eyes lit up and they wadded their way out of the horde and made their way to him. Upon closer inspection, the person was handsome, and wearing the boy’s gakuran. It made sense, he was being crowded around a bunch of girls gawking at his pretty face. He immediately puffed out his chest and scowled.

“Oi oi! Got a problem, pretty boy?”

“P-pre...” The person, who he now knew was a boy, flushed and shook his head. “A-anyways! Tanaka-kun, can...”

“C-Can you meet me in the school courtyard after class!”

The boy bowed suddenly, making Tanaka falter and step back. He awkwardly coughed. “Uh-sorry man, do I know you?”

Of course he knew him. He was that one popular second year in class 2-4 that every girl was throwing their panties at. He found it weird that he wanted to talk to him out of everyone.

“My name is (L/n) (Y/n)! I’m-im in class 4 but I...don’t think we‘ve ever spoken before...”

“Then why do you wanna meet up later? Do you needa tell me sumthin’? Can’t you just tell me now?”

“No!” (Y/n) puffed out his cheeks. For such a high strung popular pretty boy, he was acting pretty fumbly and flustered. “I can’t say it here-!”

“Uh...ok...see you there...?”

“Thank you!” (Y/n) smiled, walking through the eavesdropping girls and out the door.

Tanaka wondered why he looked so familiar. Oh well, it’s probably nothing.

———

Tanaka picked at his unbuttoned school uniform, standing under a cherry tree in the school courtyard. It took him every single ounce of his body not to just up and leave.

His ears perked up at the sound of rapid footsteps approaching him. There stood this boy from before, doubled over and heaving in front of him. Tanaka shoved his hands in his pockets.

“So-what’ja need, dude?” Tanaka tried to sound as nonchalant as possible. (Y/n’s) head snapped up, and he stiffly straightened upright.

“This is for you-!” He averted his gaze as he outstretched a pristine white envelope to Tanaka with both hands, a cute little heart sticker sealing the opening flap shut. Tanaka blinked once. Twice.

Did a girl ask him to give this to him? Wait, why would this pretty boy who probably thought he was some ruffian scum randomly be giving him this love letter? Was he trying to make fun of him? Did he think that he didn’t get love confessions because he wasn’t a popular pretty boy like him?

“Oi, you tryna mock me or something? Tryna make fun of me pretending a girl wanted you to give this to me?” Tanaka puffed out his chest, tilting his chin up. (Y/n) paled.

“No! No! This-“ (Y/n’s) grip on the letter tightened, crumpling the smooth paper ever so slightly at the corners. “This i-is a real letter...f-from me to you, Tanaka-kun...!”

Tanaka blinked again. Huh? Huh?!

“I like you, Tanaka-kun! I know it’s weird because you don’t know me and I’m really popular and ‘wow why is this popular dude talking to me haha and why is he so awkward’ but I really wanted to tell you and-“

(Y/n’s) phone buzzed. He stopped in his tracks, and fished his phone out of his black school pants. Tanaka, even though he knew he shouldn’t, peeked over his head a bit, trying to see what was on his phone.

Powering it on, a picture of a girl with boyish hair and pink overall-skirt popped up on screen, holding up a peace sign near her eyes. That girl looked familiar.

Oh! That was the girl that him and Noya were fawning over the other day! Now that he thought about it, the girl and (Y/n) looked very similar. Like, very, very, similar. Same hair, same eyes, same everything...

That’s when something clicked in Tanaka’s head.

(Y/n) clicked out of his Home Screen and shot a quick text to someone on his phone. He pocketed it once more.

“A-anyways, sorry Ta-“

“Are you a crossdresser?!”

“Cr...” (Y/n) sputtered. Tanaka pointed bluntly at (Y/n), eyes widened in disbelief.

“No! No I’m not! I...why can’t I wear feminine clothes without being called a crossdresser...”

(Y/n’s) shoulders slumped over. Stagnant air surrounded them as (Y/n’s) nimble fingers dropped the letter carelessly, letting it flutter towards the ground gracefully.

‘Fuck. Fuuuuck. Me and my big mouth...’

Tanaka awkwardly cleared his throat. “I-I didn’t mean it like that! I’m sorry, man! There’s no harm in um...wearing that-! Shit, uh. How can I make it up to you?”

(Y/n) smirked. He slowly raised his head up. He held out his pointer finger.

“You can make it up to me by going out on a date with me.”

Tanaka deadpanned. Treacherous pretty boy snake. “Wh-“

(Y/n) clasped his hands together. “Please! Just one! And we don’t even have to hold hands or anything! After that it’s done! It’s just-“

“F-fine.”

(Y/n) looked up. “Really...?”

“I mean, it wasn’t cool of me to call you a crossdresser, so if it’s just one...”

“All right!”

———

The date went by like a dream. Even if Tanaka didn’t harbor much feelings for (Y/n), he still enjoyed eating free food.

Though, he couldn’t help himself from occasionally staring at (Y/n). Not because he had something on his face of anything,

But because he was wearing a a high-waisted black plaid skirt with a belt secured snuggly on his waist, with a slightly baggy baby pink sweater that looked comfortable enough to sleep in. And to top it all off, a small kitty hair clip pinning some loose strands of hair behind his ear.

He looked exactly like he did on his social media. Tanaka gulped.

Even if he was a guy, he couldn’t help but notice how his skin seemed to glow off the fabric of his sweater, or how his skirt complimented his body perfectly.

“U-uh, (L/n)-san?” Tanaka was trying to be as respectable as he could. (Y/n) stopped eating mid bite and waiting for him to go on.

“Why do you uh, pose as a girl on social media if you don’t want people thinking your a girl..? No offense, I mean? Just wonderin’, y’know.” Tanaka took a huge bite out of his food to occupy his running mouth.

“Oh.” (Y/n) pulled up his phone and booted up his profile on social media. “It says in my bio that I’m a dude. So, it’s kind of the persons fault if they mistook me as a girl, but I don’t mind if they do...! I think I look pretty...”

Tanaka flushed. Yeah, he definitely wouldn’t deny it. He was kinda cute when he tried hiding his blushing face behind his chopsticks. But he wouldn’t say it out loud. It’s like he liked him or anything, no. Definitely not!

———

Next day at school, Tanaka felt a strange sort of emptiness in his chest. It felt hollow, like he was coming off a high and dealing with the consequences. And he had no fucking clue why.

“Dude...I feel so depressed...” Tanaka slumped over a box in the club room, sighing dramatically. Nishinoya hummed while scrolling through (Y/n’s) profile, once again.

There was a sour taste in his mouth. Tanaka glared holes into Noya’s side, until Noya finally looked up from his phone.

“Dude, why’re you glaring at me-“

“Help me with my baggage I’m feelin’ depressed and I don’t know why!” Nishinoya sighed, before smiling widely and standing up with his chest out.

“Ok. Doctor Nishinoya here. What seems to be the problem, good sir.”

Tanaka snickered. It was Nishinoya’s turn to glare at him.

“So, I went on a date with this gu-, um, girl, and I only went because I promised, so now I don’t know why I’m feeling so sad.”

“Liaaar. Siiiiimp.”

“Shut up!” Tanaka barked at Nishinoya. “I’m tellin’ the truth here!”

“Well,” Tanaka gave Nishinoya a look to go on. Noya clicked a pen he found on the club room floor and adjusted his non-existent glasses. “Sounds like you caught feelings, dude.”

Tanaka sputtered. “I-I couldn’t have!”

“You totally could.”

“Could not!”

“You could”

“Not!”

“Why not, then?” Nishinoya crossed his arms.

“Because the person I went on a date with is a dude!”

Nishinoya choked on air. Tanaka covered his mouth. Noya sighed.

“Well, maybe you’re just a lil’ gay then.”

“I’M NOT!”

——

Ok, maybe he was. Just a little bit. A teeny weeny bit.

Tanaka found himself standing outside the 2-4 classroom, and he frankly didn’t know why. He didn’t know why he was so nervous too. He was really, really scared to go inside. But he wouldn’t show it.

Which is why he was leaning on the wall across from the door, with a scowl on his face and a suffocating, intimidating aura around him. Ennoshita walked out of the 2-4 classroom, before immediately being drowned in Tanaka’s scary presence.

“Jesus Christ Tanaka-kun, you scared the hell out of me!” Ennoshita rubbed his eyes. “Anyways, did you need something? Were you waiting for me or something?”

Tanaka’s face relaxed. “Uh! Actually I-I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing here, so I’m just gonna-“

“Tanaka-kun?”

Shit.

Tanaka slowly turned around. Standing in the classroom door frame was (Y/n), holding a bento and looking directly at Tanaka.

“Oh-! Sorry, sorry, please give me a second-ah-!” (Y/n) excused himself from his growing horde of female classmates, worming his way out of the classroom.

“What are you doing here?”

Tanaka’s mouth ran dry. Nishinoya’s voice rang in his ear.

‘Well, maybe you’re just a lil’ gay then.’

Fuck! Maybe he was. But fuck.

“U-uh...” A million thought went through Tanaka’s head, and went blank at the same time. It was the same feeling he gets whenever he looked at Kiyoko. The same tingly, warm, simp-y feeling.

Ennoshita looked between the two, before gasping in realization. “Oh. Oh! So-uh, I’m gonna...head to practice-Daichi said he needed me for something bye-!”

Ennoshita whispered a “Tell him.” in Tanaka’s ear as he walked by, then promptly disappeared behind a wall. Tanaka looked back at (Y/n).

“Um...h-hi...”

‘Fuck! Stop stuttering!’

Tanaka leaned against the wall, trying to seem as cool and suave as he could. (Y/n) put his hands in his pockets.

“Did’ya need something from me?”

‘Tell him. Tell him. Tell him.’

Shut up, Ennoshita! Tell him what, exactly? He didn’t know if he was even sure about his feelings or not.

“So...about our um...date a few days ago..” Tanaka also shoved his hands in his pockets.

“Ah! You’re here to tell me it was weird going out with a guy! Or that it was weird going out with a guy in a skirt! I’m-“

“No! No! Not at all!” Tanaka blurted out. (Y/n) let his mouth fall shut.

“I just...” Tanaka pursed his lips. “...Maybe we could, I dunno, go out on...another date.”

“Really?!”

Tanaka flushed and furrowed his brows. “Y-Yeah! You got a problem with that-!”

“Yeah! I mean no! I mean I’d love to go!” (Y/n) grasped onto Tanaka’s hands, squeezing them tightly. “Are you free this Friday at around 8?”

“‘Course I am!”

“It’s a date, then, Tanaka-kun.”

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Epilogue:

“No way your going out with her.”

“Him.” Tanaka corrected, pointing at Nishinoya’s phone. An image of (Y/n) holding up a cat he found on the street in an oversized sweater was on screen. “It’s a dude. And he’s my boyfriend.”

Nishinoya stopped walking. Tanaka raised his eyebrows.

“You’re such a liar, dude-“

“Tanaka-kun!”

A voice rang out, with growing footsteps approaching behind them. Both Tanaka and Nishinoya turned around, though with the dark moonlight it was hard to see who it was.

Someone wearing a skirt, tucked in shirt, and Karasuno jacket stopped behind the two. Tanaka smirked triumphantly what Nishinoya gawked, looking between his phone and the person.

(Y/n) smiled. “Are we still on for our date today? I know it’s kinda late...”

“Course we are, babe.” Tanaka smugly wrapped his arm around (Y/n), making sure Nishinoya saw. Noya’s mouth fell open.

“HOLY-WHAT THE FUCK! RYU, HOW’D YOU-“

“To be honest I don’t really know either.”

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blu-joons · 3 years

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When You’re A Run BTS Cameraman ~ BTS Reaction

Jin:

As the filming came to an end, you were more than relieved to finally be able to put your camera down and take a seat in one of the chairs. “Here,” a voice spoke as you caught your breath, handing a bottle of water to you.

“You could read my mind,” you chuckled, glancing up at Jin.

“You were good,” he laughed, sitting down beside you, “not many can keep up.”

“Well, you certainly didn’t make it easy for me,” you hummed, taking a huge gulp of water, “I never knew running was so hard.”

He leaned across and nudged gently against your shoulder, “I might have to put in a good word and see if you can be my cameraman for all of our shorts from now on.”

“Did I do that well?” You questioned, surprised when his head nodded back at you. “You’ve not even seen what the footage looks like yet to know how I did.”

He shrugged back at you, “I don’t need to see it to know that you did well, call it a gut feeling, but I have nothing to worry about.”

“Well, anytime you need me to record you, you know where I am,” you reminded him, “all you have to do is let me know.”

“I will do just that, don’t worry.”

Yoongi:

The slow pace that came with working with Yoongi was one that was a huge relief to you. Whilst everyone else ran around you, you were able to walk. “You’ve got the easy job,” he laughed across to you at his side.

“You’re not wrong,” you teased, watching everyone else.

“There’s no need to run,” he pointed out to you, “it doesn’t change anything.”

“It makes you the most popular among the cameramen,” you informed him with a wide smile, “we can all just relax when with you.”

His eyes rolled with a loud chuckle, “I’m glad there’s some people around who finally appreciate my slow pace in life. I mean really, what is the rush sometimes?”

“We play rock, paper, scissors to try and get you,” you shamefully added to your information, “everyone is that desperate to work with you and film.”

His smile grew once again, “you do realise you’ve given me a huge ammunition to brag about in front of the rest of the boys too.”

“I’m sure they’ve got plenty of things they can use against you too,” you sniggered, “just like how you’re usually the one who loses.”

“I’ve won a couple of times…just a couple.”

Hoseok:

His eyebrows knitted together as he looked across to address the camera, only to look back and see you catching your breath for a few moments. “Are you alright?” He chuckled, jogging a few paces back to you.

“I never had you down for a runner,” you smiled, “you’re quick.”

“You should have said,” he laughed, resting his hand against your back, “I would have slowed.”

“No, don’t be stupid, I should have done a better job of keeping up,” you assured him, standing yourself back up after a few moments.

Hobi studied you closely to make sure that you were doing alright, “you’re no bother if sometimes you tell me to wait, sometimes I can head off a bit too quick.”

“I just need to go running a little more often,” you giggled, walking alongside him, “I was very under prepared to film you today it seems.”

His head shook back at you, “a lot of the cameraman say I’m the dark horse, none of them expect me to move as fast as I actually do.”

“And I couldn’t agree with them more,” you teased, “you make working for Jungkook seem like a walk in the park somehow.”

“I’m not that quick, not just yet anyway.”

Namjoon:

You could only walk and listen as Namjoon talked to himself again and again whilst walking around the empty building. “Y/N, are you listening to me?” He questioned, taking you by surprise at the sudden sound of his voice.

“Y-yeah,” you stuttered, smiling across in his direction.

“You switched off?” He questioned, “don’t worry, all the cameramen usually do.”

“I just thought you talked to yourself for the camera,” you admitted to him, “I didn’t realise you spoke to the staff too.”

He shrugged gently, smiling weakly, “it makes me feel as if I’m not completely mad by talking to the cameraman, otherwise I really feel as if I’m talking to myself.”

“I’m listening from now on,” you swiftly informed him, lifting the camera back up to look at him, “although I don’t think I can answer you on camera.”

His smile continued to grow wider, “just nod your head, that’s all you have to do. At least then I feel like someone else is listening.”

“I can do that,” you cheered, “just keep talking and pretend that I’m not here, the camera won’t even notice me.”

“Alright, let’s try this again in that case.”

Jimin:

You bit down on your bottom lip as Jimin read through the clue, unable to make any sense of what it was asking of him. “Do you get it?” He asked you, but you remained impartial and didn’t react in the slightest.

“I’m not allowed to say,” you replied as he pushed once again.

“No one will know,” he frowned, “I’m in last position, I really need some help Y/N.”

“The camera will pick it up Jimin,” you reminded him, shoving it in front of his face, “and no one will believe you won all alone.”

His jaw hit the floor, shaking his head in surprise, “I can’t believe you think so lowly of me sometimes, as a member of staff you’re supposed to support me instead.”

“I support you, but I also know you,” you teased him, “I’ve seen you fail far too many times to know that you could do this and win the challenge.”

He stared back at you once again, “just give me one clue, not even the answer, a tiny little push into the right direction, please?”

“No,” you laughed, encouraging him to get moving, “eventually you’ll figure what the clue is trying to tell you.”

“But it’ll be far too late by then.”

Taehyung:

Your hands were full already as you held onto the equipment to film Taehyung, only for him to reach out and hand you several of the items he needed to keep a hold of. “Keep these safe,” he instructed as he started walking.

“I’m a cameraman, not a hoarder,” you called out to him.

“Please,” he whined, glancing back at you, “the more you hold, the more I collect.”

“How am I supposed to film you with all these stupid things filling up my hands and pockets?” You continued to question, “am I a decoy?”

His head nodded as you soon figured him out, “the others will think that I haven’t got any, and then I’ll surprise them all at the end with loads thanks to you.”

“This feels a lot like the episode when you cheated Jimin,” you added, watching as he continued to nod. “One day he is actually going to kill you.”

His eyebrows raised at your remark, “I can’t believe you’d accuse me of such a thing, I could get you fired if you really want me to.”

“If you got me fired then who would be around to carry all of your stuff?” You questioned, instantly making him fall silent.

“You’ve got me there; I’ll give you that one.”

Jungkook:

The weight of the world sent you toppling down as Jungkook sprinted off in yet another direction in his search of stickers. “Y/N, keep up!” He yelled, glancing back to see you were a few metres off of him to shoot.

“You’re an animal Jeon Jungkook!” You yelled out to him.

“Keep up,” he smirked, slowing his pace to give you time to catch up.

“Why do you have to run so fast?” You groaned once you were back up by his side, “do you have any consideration for the staff.”

His head shook proudly with a cheeky grin plastered across his face, “I have to win, even if that means that you end up with no footage of me, I don’t care.”

“I’ve never met anyone as competitive as you,” you hummed, “my body feels like it’s about to give up following you around and pass you the camera.”

His arm wrapped loosely around your shoulders, “I’ll give you two minutes to catch your breath and then we’re back into a run.”

“How does five sound?” You sheepishly asked, pouting across at him. “I could give a marathon runner a go for how long you make me run.”

“You’ve always been a dramatic member of staff Y/N.”

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- Haikyuu Boys Making You Insecure

Includes: Tsukishima, Oikawa, Ushijima, Bokuto

Small Note: uhh- sorry for suddenly disappearing, I had family issues and soon forgot about this acc. Though now I’m starting to make a few stuff as I slowly come back, so here’s some light angst :D

Tsukishima Kei

Trouble with math

You and Tsuki have been together for about a year now

You two first met when you were struggling on a test and he decided to help you… by cheating

He secretly passed you a pen with a paper of all the answers written on it

Ever since that encounter, you two kicked it off and started talking more

Tsukishima even tutored you on the subject you were having the most trouble on

It was math

Currently, school finals were coming up and you had to take a math quiz

Tsuki’s tutoring helped you with your confidence a lot but sometimes, you weren’t to sure about yourself

To gain some extra confidence, you decided to study your ass off

Tsuki also noticed that you were studying a lot more than usual but never mentioned it and went along his day

It was the day of the test and you were sure you were gonna get a good or at least decent score on it

You did horrible

You got a 25% on it

Feeling embarrassed and losing your confidence in yourself, you decided to keep it a secret

However, your boyfriend somehow found out

Now Tsuki loved making snarky comments, no matter the person

That included even you but you would know that he was joking

This comment however, stuck to you

Feeling dejected and depressed about the score you got on your test, you decided to take your mind off of it and go home with Tsuki after school.

You tried your hardest to stay the same usual s/o you always were but Tsuki knew that you were putting up a face.

Once you two got to his house and went to his room, Tsuki decided to ask how your test went.

“It went good,” you lied.

Tsuki raised his eyebrow. “Do you mind if I ask what score you got?”

“I think I left my paper in my locker,” another lie but he didn’t have to know that. “May I use the restroom?”

Nodding his head, Tsukishima watched as you quickly shuffled away out of his room. Just by the look on your face, he knew that something went bad.

Curiosity got the best of him and he decided to check your school bag to see if you had your test. It didn’t take long before he found a crumpled up paper . When he unraveled it, he soon saw the math test… and the score.

Once you came back from the restroom, you walked in on Tsuki looking at your paper. Embarrassment washed over you as you tried to grab it but he raised his arm up so you couldn’t reach.

“Give it back! Please?” You pleaded as you felt your cheeks heat up.

“Damn Y/n, after all those tutoring sessions I gave you and the extra time you spent studying, you really wasted your time just to get a 25% on your test,”

Ouch. That hurt.

“Give it back you jerk,” you gritted as you bit your tongue back from crying. However, you could already feel the tears welling up in your eyes.

“Y/n, your making me think you are stupid with this score,” tsuki snickered.

He’s joking, he always does.

You fought back the urge to yell and scream at him. Looking at the ground, you avoided his burning gaze. Giving up, you walked to your bag and started to pack up your belongings.

“What are you doing?” He asked but you ignored him.

Once you were done packing up, you walked over to the door of his room but he quickly got up, blocking your way.

“What’s wrong Y/n?” He asked, giving you back your test which you ripped out of his hands.

“Fuck off Tsukishima,” you spat as you finally looked up from the ground with tears welling in your eyes.

Tsukishima’s eyes widened at your sudden anger and tears. He then scoffed and looked away.

“It was just a joke Y/n”

Just a joke. A joke that hurt you.

“Move out of my way. I’m going home,” You said as you watched him move slightly to the side.

“Y/n, come on, don’t leave because of what I said. It was obviously not meant to be taken seriously,” Tsukishima tried to convince but you wouldn’t budge.

“Oh yeah? Well I tried my best on that test,” you started with your fist clenched. “You saw how much I was studying. You KNOW that math isn’t my best subject and it made me self conscious but here you are, making fun of me. Now get the fuck out of my way, Tsukishima.”

Tsuki watched as you pushed him to the side and stormed out of his room and then his house. He was to surprised to even move, much to your dismay.

Tsukishima always joked a lot and even made snarky comments at some times. Though despite his pride, he knew that deep down, he fucked up.

Oikawa Torū

Jealousy, betrayal

He’s a ladies man, what do you expect?

You knew from the moment he asked you out, you would go through the wrath of his fangirls

And you were ready for anything

At the time

You were self conscious about yourself and his fangirls seemed to make it worse

Even Oikawa knew

He would usually console you and tell you that you’re the only one he sees, and you believed him

It wasn’t until one day, you walked in on a fangirl confessing her feelings to your boyfriend

Even worse, the girl does something that Oikawa doesn’t stop, and it made you pissed.

It was after school and you decided to head to the gym because you wanted to see your boyfriend practice. You told him beforehand so he wouldn’t get surprised by your sudden appearance.

However, when you arrived, he was nowhere to be found. Even his teammates were wondering where he was. They just assumed he was with you cause you are his girlfriend.

“He’s not with me,” you confirmed. “I just got out of class,”

“Weird, let’s wait another 5, if he’s not here, you’re gonna find him Y/n,” Iwaizumi informed, making you slightly scoff.

“Why me?” You asked as you put your hand on your hip.

“Uh- you’re his girlfriend?” Iwaizumi trailed off as he saw you sigh.

“Girlfriend, not babysitter,” you mumbled.

Five minutes have passed and your boyfriend was still not at practice. Mentally sighing, you went out on a mission to find him.

You look in the hallways, any open classrooms, and even outside. Still no sign. You’ve probably spent another 5 minutes just trying to find him.

Thinking that he finally arrived at the gym, you decided to return back. He was responsible enough to know that he was late, he was the captain after all.

“I’m sorry I brought you out here,”

The sudden sound of a girls voice made you come to a halt. Looking around, you saw nothing. That was until you looked behind a wall and saw a girl standing right in front of your boyfriend.

“Not another damn confession,” you groaned as you thought about walking away. That was until you heard your boyfriend’s voice.

“No no, it’s okay. Practice can wait,”

Uh- weird.

Now you were invested in the conversation. Oikawa hated skipping practice. Even if someone wanted to confess to him, he wouldn’t go. What made her so different from the rest?

Usually, you wouldn’t care about people confessing to your boyfriend. Whatever makes them sleep at night. It’s been awhile since you’ve felt jealousy and even worry bubble up in you. Even worse, the girl who was confessing knew damn well you were listening. You and her even made eye contact.

“I wanted to confess to you. Ever since I first saw you play volleyball, I was always fascinated by you Oikawa,” The girl bowed as she gave him an envelope with a heart sticker to seal it shut. Pretty cliché.

“Sorry but I have a-“

“Who cares about her,” the girl cut in, making you tense up.

“Excuse me?” Oikawa said, obviously surprised by the sudden change of tone.

“She doesn’t have to know about us Oikawa, don’t worry…” the girl then went closer to Oikawa and he didn’t back away. “You deserve better anyways, someone more… prettier, ”

You felt a pang in your chest. Like your heart has been shattered into little pieces. Your eyes widened as you saw her smirk, her eyes glancing over at you.

Deep down, you knew you weren’t the prettiest of the school. You looked decent but you didn’t care. Oikawa loved you for who you were as a person, though now all of that was crumbled into nothing.

“She won’t even find out, with that dumb little mind of hers,” smirked the girl as she wrapped her arms around Oikawa.

Oikawa froze up. “She won’t know?” He then looked at the ground. “Her looks can use some work…” he mumbled, though the girl heard clear, you didn’t hear a thing.

Your eyes widened even more. Was he actually considering it? Was this considered cheating?

When things couldn’t get any worse, they did for you. The girl leaned in on Oikawa’s cheek, standing on her tippy toes because she wasn’t as tall as him, then kissed him on the cheek.

“Sorry to interrupt,” you sourly said, getting out of your hiding place. “Torū, the team is looking for you, c’mon,”

“R-right!” Oikawa stuttered as he smiled towards the girl. “See you around!”

As the two of you walked away, you kept your eyes away from Oikawa. His smiling demeanor soon disappeared once the girl was out of sight.

“What’s wrong? How much did you hear?”

“I heard enough, thank you,” you spit out as you heard Oikawa sigh.

“I should have known you were the jealous kind of person,”

It was like venom dripped down Oikawa’s tongue as he spoke. Stopping in your tracks, you looked Oikawa dead in the eyes, tears threatening to fall.

“Me being jealous? I have a right Oikawa! She flat out kissed you and you didn’t stop her,”

“It was only on the cheek!” Oikawa argued making you scoff.

“On the cheek or not, nobody else can do that except for me! You’re digging yourself a hole and you can’t climb out,” you said, your tone harsher and louder than before.

“Don’t cause a scene, I have practice,” Oikawa mumbled making you even more mad.

This time, tears did fall down your eyes. Though, you wouldn’t let him see them.

“Oh so now you care about practice? But when that girl was confessing, you said practice can wait?? I’m disappointed in you Oikawa!”

“Then leave,”

Oikawa started to walk away as you stood still. Your legs didn’t budge. As much as you wanted to chase after him, you couldn’t. You lost him… he lost you.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

For people who talk a lot

You two were opposites

He was quiet

You were quite talkative

Despite your guys differences, you guys never broke apart because of it

Though, you have been thinking some thoughts

Ever since you were young, you’ve always been ignored and neglected

Now that you have someone who will actually listen, you take every opportunity you have to talk your heart out

That was until you overheard a conversation with Ushijima and Tendō talking about no one other than you

You had just got back from the convenience store with your friends. While you returned back to your dorm, you decided that you got to much food.

So, you decided to give some to your wonderful boyfriend, Ushijima. He wouldn’t mind you coming to his dorm this late. Plus, everyone should be at their dorms and not wandering around. Totally not you.

As you headed to Ushijima‘s dorm, you made sure that your snacks weren’t dropping. You really did have a hand full.

Finally, after a lot of walking, you made it. Since your hands were full, you couldn’t knock on the door. So to improvise, you were gonna use your head until… you heard something.

“How are you and Y/n? Things going smoothly?”

The voice sounded like Tendō from what you could hear. You wondered to yourself, why was he there in the first place. Though, that wasn’t the only thing you wondered about.

“Smoothly? Yeah we are. There’s just one thing,” a deep voice rang. You immediately knew that it was Ushijima.

“Oh yeah? What’s wrong?” Tendō replied as his full attention was on his friend.

“Y/n… she’s just, I don’t know,” Ushijima stuttered as he tried to find the right words. “Loud…

…annoying,”

You felt a sharp pain in your chest. Like someone just stabbed you. Frowning to yourself, you looked at the snacks. Did he really think of that about you? Were you really annoying?

Just as you were gonna walk away, the dorm door opened and you were forced to stay.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” Asked Ushijima after he opened the door all the way. “How long have you been here?”

You stayed quiet but sighed. Turning around, you shoved the snacks in Ushijima’s arms. Biting your lip, you kept back some tears.

“Do you really think of me like that? Annoying?” You replied as you began to back up.

“Well you can talk a lot and sometimes-“

“Shut up,” you spat out, making Ushijima tense up. “You don’t have to talk behind my back. If I was annoying you, you could have just said it yourself. Y’know, at my face,”

That’s when Tendō walked up to the door to see what was going on. He had no clue you were there. He just thought Ushijima went outside to do whatever.

When Tendō saw your hurt face, that’s when he knew that Ushijima screwed up. Backing up from the door, he minded his own business, even though he was quietly listening.

“Y/n, I’m telling the truth,” Ushijima argued making your run your fingers through your hair out of stress.

“And sometimes, the truth hurts Ushijima! You knew how insecure I was about this. I never got to speak as a kid and now that I have someone to speak to, they even don’t want to hear me,” you said, making sure Ushijima was listening to you.

Ushijima stayed quiet which made you want to yell at him more. Instead though, you turned on your heel and began to walk away.

“Don’t text me, call me, or do anything in that matter,” you harshly said as your figure disappeared.

Once you were gone, Ushijima walked back in his dorm and set down all the snacks. His face then looked at Tendo’s who was also frowning.

“Wait for her to cool down… then speak to her,” was all Tendō said before grabbing the snacks. “Im going back to my dorm, see you tomorrow Wakatoshi,” Tendō then left without another word.

“Bye,” was all Ushijima said before turning his attention back on the snacks.

Bokuto Kōtarō

(For skinner girls)

You and Bokuto have been together for a good 7 months

You two met during class

When he first saw you, something in his mind clicked

As you two began to talk, his feelings for you began to grow

Soon, you found out what type of girl he likes

Plump, curvy woman

You weren’t any of those, you were skinny.

At first, you were insecure of it, but ever since Bokuto came into your life, you knew that it wasn’t a big deal

As long as you were healthy

Though, it wasn’t until one day, you walked in on Akaashi, Bokuto, and Konoha playing truth or dare during lunch

Lunch has started and you told Bokuto that you would be late. It was because you had to run to the library to retrieve a book that would help you with your studies.

You ate lunch with Bokuto, Akaashi, and Konoha. It didn’t bother you at all but sometimes, you would be skeptical of what they talked about. One time, you walked in on Bokuto talking about his childhood and how he hit his head on a brick one time.

Now back to the current situation. You were just walking back from the library and was making your way to the cafeteria.

When you arrived, you saw a bunch of people everywhere. It was more crowded than usual but you didn’t care as much.

So, you tried to get past the people but there were a lot of them so you had some troubles. Now it was becoming a bother.

The closer you got to the table, the louder you heard the boys talk. Apparently, they were playing truth or dare and it was Bokuto’s turn.

“Bokuto… truth or dare?” Asked Konoha.

“Hmm…” Bokuto thought. “Truth!”

Smirking, Konoha titled his head. “What is one thing you don’t like about Y/n,”

Wtf Konoha

After hearing what Konoha asked Bokuto, you were invested of how he would answer.

“Uhm… nothing, I love everything about her!” Bokuto smiled making your heart flutter.

“Then what is one thing you wish y/n has but doesn’t,” Konoha asked, making Bokuto‘s face scrunch up.

Sighing, Bokuto lowered his head. “I wished she had more curves. I wished she wasn’t so skinney,”

“Wow.” You said as you finally got out of the crowd. “I thought you knew better Bo,”

All the boys looked over to you with wide eyes. Especially Bokuto who had guilt wash over him.

“Y/n, we were just playing truth and dare and I got asked-“

“I heard all of it,” you said as your fist clenched up.

That’s when you turned around and quickly walked away. Bokuto looked back at his friends, then ran after you who was already out of the cafeteria.

“Y/n, let’s talk this out,” Bokuto tried saying but you tuned him out.

Turning the corner of the hallway, you came to a sudden halt when you felt Bokuto grab your wrist. Still, you didn’t turn to look at his sorry face.

“Y/n, talk to me,” Bokuto pleaded.

“Talk to you? After you said that shit?” You growled back. “Bokuto, you knew how insecure I was about my body, you even comforted me when I wasn’t feeling the best about it!”

“We were playing truth or dare Y/n, it’s a game baby,” Bokuto frowned but you only scoffed.

“Only a game? Oh yeah, it’s only a game. Bringing up my insecurities and how you wished I was the type of girl you want,” you mocked as you began to walk away but was stopped again.

“Calm down Y/n,”

“Don’t tell me what to do, Bokuto,” you muttered making him let go of you.

“Y/n, please relax. It was a truth and…”

“And what?” You cut in. “You told the truth. I don’t know why you’re trying to defend yourself. You’re obviously in the wrong!”

Bokuto was about to say something when you lifted up your hand to slap his face. However, instead of it hitting him, it stopped right before it, hovering.

His eyes were still on yours. Slowly, you caressed his cheek with tears in your eyes. After doing that, you quickly turned around and ran away from him, fearing to turn around.

As for Bokuto? He stayed still. Even his own eyes were tearing up. He knew he was in the wrong but he just wanted everything to be okay.

“Y/n…” he whispered as he felt the lingering touch of your hand on his cheek.

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