#sei didn’t even try not to look smug about it

[misfitmiska]

I feel like newlywed Akashi would be insufferable about it. x)

#kuroko no basket #knb #akashi seijurou #midorima shintarou #akafuri #midotaka #(just mentioned but eh) #art #comic #when seijurou announced he would be taking furi’s name masaomi almost had a heart attack #sei didn’t even try not to look smug about it #i have no idea how shogi is played by the way

[stephspurs]

A Family Affair | Euro 2020 Football Fanfiction

Life is beautiful and life is cruel. This is a window into the souls of the victorious and the vanquished. In a way, football did come home during the summer of 2021. Follow along Amelia’s journey, navigating the football world as a tactical analyst for the Italian football team, with a brother and father part of the three lions. Will Amelia leave Italy and come back to England? Will she leave the Serie A for the Prem? Will she set aside the bianconeri stripes for new colours, leaving behind friendship for love? Maybe she can have both...

hey girlypops! here is part 5!!! thanks for the feedback on the last part - i've gone back through and edited slight bits to make it more straightforward who her brother is and who it isn't. Nothing has been changed to the story line so no need to go back and re-read (unless you want to lol love yas). Part 5 is a whole lot of fun! As the warning suggests, you can expect a few too many drinks, some heavy flirty & a very smug italian.

Love always, Steph xx

Part 5. | parte quinta

warnings; a few too many drinks, heavy flirting and a smug italian.

word count; 1704

writing tools; third person until dashed line, first person thereafter.

next update; Wed 04/08 5pm AEST. Updates are three times/week (Monday, Wednesday & Friday)!

Tags (as requested by users); @footballffbarbiex @obsesseds-world @abysshaven

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Day rolls into night, which rolls into the next day and before she knew it Amelia had been under the Mykonos sun for 5 days. Her brother and his teammates, who she should now probably refer to as her friends as well, did nothing but welcome her into their group with open arms and tried to include her in every activity they were doing. Most times she declined their invitation, opting to just relax on her own. She was very comfortable with her own company, she never felt like she needed another person to be able to exist. It was something she was proud of.

No doubt there were times she often missed companionship. She had her fair share of flings that gave her what kind of satisfaction she needed at the time, but she never felt like she needed someone else’s air to be able to breathe. This Mykonos trip, however, reminded her of how much she was beginning to miss her players. They had a group chat, La Cosa Nostra, which was probably a pretty poor group chat name but she was inducted into the already established group when she became close with some of the players & besides it was just Our Thing.

She missed the gentle bullying that she received on the daily from the serie a superstars, and also missed dishing it out to them so that they could keep their feet on the ground and their heads out of the clouds. Laying on her bed in a towel, after a nice shower, she contemplated taking up her brother’s offer from earlier in the evening. Does she go out and meet him and their mates at the club? Why not?

Getting up off her bed, she put on some makeup for the first time in a few days, making her feel somewhat human again, blow dried her freshly washed hair and put on her favourite Camilla bikini, covered up by a white slightly-sheer and flowy mini dress. Putting on her white sneakers and grabbing her cross body bag, comfort was the theme of tonight, and also because she wasn't in the mood to break her ankle on the grecian cobblestones.

Walking to the club that her brother had messaged her the name of, she noticed a ridiculously long line to get in which was honestly long enough for her to consider just going home, but she had committed to the plans & her brother was already expecting her - plus she had already put on her mascara and she was not wasting it. Approaching the line she went to join the back when her arm caught that of someone else walking past her.

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“Sembra che tu non riesca a starmi lontano, vero?” (you can't seem to stay away from me, can you?) Looking up, I had linked arms with my midfield maestro, Jorginho. Who was smiling down at me with the cheeky grin that told me he saw me coming and couldn't help himself.

“Ciao! Come sei stato? Che sorpresa incontrati qui!” (Hi! How have you been? What a surprise running into you here!) I begin to say to him as I kiss both his cheeks in greeting.

“I’ve been good, enjoying time off as a double champion” He joked with me. He was right, he was a double champion and no one could take that away from him.

“Bella Amelia, this is Thiago. I play with him at Chelsea, which I'm sure you already knew. Thiago, this is the brains behind the organisation, Amelia” Jorginho introduced me to his Chelsea counterpart, which he was correct about - i did already know exactly who he was.

“Are you guys coming into Tropicana? I’m meeting up with my brother and his mates - some of them play with you guys at Chelsea. You should join us!” It took very little convincing for the two footballers, who looked like they were a couple hours into their long night, to join me in the club.

Unsurprisingly, we got let into Tropicana quite quickly. I’m sure it had nothing to do with the two mega famous and ridiculously good looking footballers I had looped around each of my arms. Walking through the club, the smell of cigarette smoke and vodka wafting around me, I managed to find the british players.

“Now now boys, no bad blood here! I know you all managed to get over my Italian affiliation so don’t hold it against my boy Jorgi here!” I address the group jokingly, as I wrap my right arm around his neck and he wraps his left around my waist.

Of course the Chelsea boys welcome him with open arms, they’ve known both Thiago and Jorgi longer than they’ve known me. The other boys offer their hellos before continuing to dance and drink with their mates. I say hi to everyone, give a big hug to my brother and Kyle (my chosen brother) before I'm wrapped into another hug I wasn't expecting.

“I’ve got to admit, you give a good hug” I say as I whisper into his ear.

“You’re a pretty easy person to hug, Mils”

“Always a smooth talker you are, Jack”

We parted and I grabbed myself a drink before spending the night dancing on top of the table with the girlfriends of the boys that I had only just been introduced to. Bonding over the fact that I was desperate for some female companionship, and also that I was the only single girl in the group, leading to the conclusion that they needed to be my wingwoman...all of them.

The night thereafter was spent finding suitable prospects for my whirlwind night of fun and romance, which I insisted wasn't necessary but also couldn't help but admit that it excited me just a little. It had been a while since I was close with a guy in that sense, and to be honest, the tequila shots that the girls had me doing was loosening me up in more ways than one.

Feeling the need for a break and some fresh air, I grabbed my purse and walked outside to sit along the retaining wall. We had reached that part of the evening where there was no chance I wasn't going to be allowed back into the club - the bouncers and security guards becoming more relaxed and carefree as it neared the time that the sun would reappear. Without thinking twice, I asked for a cigarette from some guys standing outside and a quick light, before returning to my little spot on the wall.

“They’re right bad for you, ya know” A voice to my right startled me.

“Jesus! You need to stop scaring me like that!” I shrieked.

“Nah not Jesus, just Chilly. However the beard has me thinking I do look a little bit God-like these days..no?” He says as he runs his fingers through the barely-there beard. Sure I could agree with stubble, maybe even a little bit more than stubble, but a beard? Not yet. However, I wasn't about to dim his sparkle.

“I like the beard, Chilly.” I confirmed.

“I like you, Mils” Wow ok. Straight to the point then.

“Well thanks, you’re not so bad yourself.” I tried to play it off, it was obvious we had both consumed far too much alcohol this evening and the cigarette was currently working wonders in its purpose of sobering me up.

“Ya know, the girls were out there tonight looking for your Greek Adonis to come and sweep you off your feet. They were looking a bit too hard though, if you know what i mean” he sweet talks me, and its working.

“Wow Ben, you’re really out here laying it on thick tonight - factor 50 i would say. I’m sure you’re just looking through rose coloured glasses right now” I joked back with him. I can’t say I didn't notice all of his longing looks, extra attention to me, constant protection when we would be out in public, but I knew at the end of the week that I would be going back to Turin, so there wasn’t any point.

Finishing up our little chat (read: heavy flirting session), we headed back inside together to join the group. Before long, Jorgi comes up to me with a drink and a smug smile on his face.

“Che cosa?” (what?) I questioned him in Italian, trying to limit as many people understanding our conversation as possible.

“Cosa succede a mykonos, rimane a mykonos, no?” (what happens in mykonos, stays in mykonos, no?) He says as he leans into my ear. To anyone else it would just look like two friends trying to have a conversation in a loud club, but I understood his message loud and clear.

“non sto facendo niente di male, né l'ho mai fatto. non voleva etichette, quindi è quello che ha ottenuto” (i'm not doing anything wrong, nor have i ever. he wanted no labels so that’s what he got.) I say back firmly. Jorgi let go of my shoulders and moved to stand in front of me.

“It’s ok tesoro (darling), I’m sure Federico would agree with you” He said back to me in English, it was obvious that he wanted someone around to understand the premise of our conversation. He smiled cheekily at me, before taking a swig of his drink and dancing backwards into the crowd as I shook my head at him.

Jorgi and I developed the kind of friendship that would last through time. We were equals. We listened to each other's problems, offered the advice that we needed to hear & not necessarily wanted to hear. We promoted each other's happiness and tried to get each other to not take life too seriously. This was his way of bringing me back down to earth, reminding me of what I have waiting for me back in Turin, but also making sure I knew what was right in front of me. He left the decision up to me to make, but he played his part to make sure I knew all of my options. He really was a good friend, which would make my next career decision a little bit more challenging than anticipated.

Part 6. | parte sesta

#football imagine #football fic #jadon sancho #ben chilwell #mason mount #declan rice #kalvin phillips #ben white #jack grealish #connor coady #kyle walker #jordan henderson #ben chilwell imagine #jack grealish imagine #mason mount imagine #football one shot #tyrone mings imagine #x reader #a family affair fic #steph writes #stephspurs #italian national team #jorginho #federico bernardeshci #federico chiesa #jorginho imagine #bernardeschi imagine #chiesa imagine #juventus fic #juventus imagine

[abraxos-is-toothless]

Surprises- Elriel Multi Chapter

So yes Elriel again, I’m sorry but I’m trash for them:)

This is going to be a fic about teenage pregnancy, I will try my hardest to get everything as accurate as I can during this but if something isn’t right or I need to change anything do let me know!

Warnings: There will be swearing, mature themes, mentions of alcohol at times, and mentions of sex. I will updates warnings as I go if needed.

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Chapter 1

Gods above, he had barely even opened his eyes and he just knew that last night was definitely a mistake. Azriel was not, under any circumstances, going to allow Rhysand and Cassian to throw that big of a party again. Ever. Idiots.

Pain killers. Those would help, with a large dose of caffeine and a side of bacon. Lots of it. Walking across to the bathroom was harder than he thought it would be as everything seemed to be spinning. Az cranked the heat of the shower up high just the way he liked and began stripping while he waited. Only then did he realise that all he was wearing was a pair of boxers, yet these were not the ones he originally had on. The brute he called a brother was so very dead. He never forgot the events of a party ever, because he never got that drunk, but Rhys just had to bet him that he couldn’t do more shots that he could. He’d ask what happened when he could function as a normal human being again.

Azriel decided to clean himself up quicker than he usually would, still feeling too drunk to stand. Reaching up for his shampoo on one of the higher shelves had him letting out a hiss as pain radiated from his shoulders and back. Christ, what the hell had he been doing? Ignoring whatever it was he got back to the task at hand, and after about ten minutes he was stepping out of the shower, wrapping his towel around his waist. Waking over to the mirror by the sink, he turned his back towards it trying to get a look at what damage could have been infl—

Shit. Fuck.

Scratch marks. Stretching from the top of his shoulder blades, down towards the small of his back. It was there he found the crescent moon shapes that were dug into his hips. Mother above, what the hell had he done? Quickly finishing up in the bathroom he went back to his room to dress so he could go ask his shithead brothers some much needed questions. But as he walked past his unmade bed that’s when he spotted it; the spotting of blood on the sheet of his bed. Oh, this was not good. Not good at all.

Azriel pulled of the sheets as fast as his body would allow, stopping off to put them in the washer as he made his way to the kitchen. His mind was still whirling with explanations for the already suggestive evidence as he walked through the door into the kitchen. Cass had his head down on the marble counter making small mumbling sounds while Rhys, the smug bastard, was just stood at the counter sipping from his coffee as if he hadn’t pushed himself to a near blackout the night before. Nesta Archeron, Cassian’s girlfriend and older sister to Feyre, the love of Rhysand’s life- or so he said -stood over the stove cooking eggs and bacon. God bless the scariest woman alive.

“Where did you wander off to last night, brother?” Rhys said as Nesta handed him an over flowing plate of food he would no doubt demolish in seconds. “Yeah,” this time a mumble from Cass “one minute you were all smushed up and chatting with Lainy in the corner, the next you were both walking up the stairs.” He remembered someone trying to start up a game of spin the bottle but having always hated that game, he decided he’d disappear upstairs for a while but as he turned to leave- yes, he was with Elain. She had looked uncomfortable at the thought of having to interact so he offered if she’d like to ditch and they could go hang out in his room or something. They knew each other because their siblings were dating but didn’t get the chance to ever speak really, this was his chance to learn more about her and hopefully make her feel a bit less awkward. Az recalled making it to his room, taking several different bottles of alcohol along the way. They spoke for a little bit knocking drinks back as they went. He was vaguely aware of them going to the bed to watch TV, a head on his shoulder and the very strong sent of roses. Hands were moving and there was a gasp as he turned his face towards hers.

And that’s when a memory hit him.

Panting breaths in his ear. Warm lips on his. Hands on his shoulders, his back, and then a sharp stinging sensation followed by overwhelming pleasure. Everything felt warm and soft and so gods damn good he didn’t want it to end. There were small whimpers to which he asked with a heavy strain in his voice, “Are you alright?” He got a small nod and then a small soft voice breathed “Yes. I promise. Just go slow.”

Someone waving their hand in front of his face, clicking their fingers, brought him out of his memories and he looked to see Nesta glaring at him. “I’ve been trying to ask you how you want your eggs for at least five minutes an answer would be good now, or I’ll let you starve.” He swallowed, trying not to get on her bad side and replied with “Sorry Nes, uh scrambled please?” She just nodded and turned back to the stove while Cassian just seemed to watch her with a dreamy smile on his face. He could still feel all of the sensations from that memory as if it was happening now. Azriel already thought he knew what had happened but he tried to push it to the back of his mind. This could not be happening. He tried to make his brain work and tell him how that situation could have even happened but he came up with nothing, absolutely nothing. Rhys was still watching him, waiting for an answer to his previous question so Az pushed back against the raging thoughts of his mind and replied “Elain needed to use the bathroom, but she mentioned that idiot Graysen had been watching her all night and didn’t want to walk up there alone, so I walked her there to keep him away if he tried to follow.” The lie was easy enough and it stopped the death glare he was being given by Nesta at the idea of him taking her sister to bed. He’d overheard Feyre and Nesta talking about the stupid twerp a few times and that he’d always had this fascination with Elain. He was screwed if Nesta found out the mess he was slowly coming to terms with. So fucking screwed.

Wait. What if she remembered and had left a note or a message or something? Making up an excuse of thinking he was going to be sick, he raced back up to his room, closing the door and started walking over to his bedside table. Picking up his phone, Azriel unlocked it to find no new messages. Sighing, he dragged his hand through his hair and let the thoughts take over. What if she didn’t remember? Or even want it? They had both been drinking and all of his memories were still so hazy. This brought another question into mind. Condoms. He didn’t remember any of the fumbling of using protection that usually occurred with previous hook ups either. Maybe they hadn’t gone that far then, and there was just a bit of fooling around, but that contradicted the bloody sheet. He never forgot to use protection. Not once.

He kept telling himself nothing happened, that he was imagining it because there was no way he could have just possibly fucked up his life, Elain’s life, right?

Fuck who was he kidding, he’d taken something that wasn’t his to take from a girl he rarely talked to unless it was something social, and he’d quite possibly had unprotected sex that could lead to a very messy situation. God fucking damn it.

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[kingofdirtandnothing]

@polyfacetious big ass Christmas Drabble Extravagaza: Day Three

“Alright handsome, show me what you got.” 

Tony posts up against the back door to the restaurant, arms crossed over his chest. The morning air has a nip of coolness to it, but the heat of the day would be right on its heels. Before long, the sun would be beating down on this place, and the kitchen would end up another twenty degrees hotter than even the humid streets outside.

 His apron, where it hung looped around his waist and tied into double knots at his hip, was crisp and white. It was a brand new day and the fresh linens had been dropped off by the dry cleaners before dawn. The thing would look like he’d been mud wrestling pigs and losing by the time they sent out the last dish from the kitchen tonight, but it felt good to start out fresh and clean. 

There was something hopeful about starting the day with fresh, clean linens. It felt like a promise of things to come. That no matter what happened, the day could go either way. It was a toss up. Tony liked having that kind of optimism on tap. He couldn’t come up with it at home a lot. Depression had a nasty habit of hanging heavy on his shoulders when he wasn’t caught up in his work.

The other thing that made the dawn of a new day optimistic? Fresh seafood. Right from the coast. It made all the difference in his dishes. Tony wouldn’t even work directly with the fish market. It was too far, too much time spent on ice. 

That’s why he had Jack. A “local” fisherman who would bring his catch right to Tony’s back door every morning. 

“Now now, Anthony. You know I only offer my wares to the most polite and upstanding of citizens.” Jack Sparrow had a voice like whiskey. Smooth on the first listen, but something about it warmed you from the inside and burned a little too, in the best way possible. 

It might also be possible that Tony was pining a little bit for his fishmonger. But he didn’t think too hard about that. He’s worked too hard to get Maria’s built up into a destination. It took eight years to get the place up and running. Another two were spent tweaking the menu to get them awarded a Michelin star. 

To say this restaurant was his baby was the understatement of the century. Tony had an emotionally distant childhood followed by tumultuous twenties and two divorces to show for his troubles. No kids though, thank God. He wasn’t the type of man who would ever be good with kids. 

That’s why Maria’s was his one and only baby. And why the seafood being perfect and fresh was the most important part of the menu. Which meant no letting his shower thoughts of the handsome, charming fishmonger get the better of him. Failed relationships were a dime a dozen. Good oysters were hard to find.

And sure enough, Jack is shaking a container full of fresh oysters in front of him, a five gallon bucket nearly half full of the things, clanging together like stones. Tony had to give it to the guy, he knew his audience. “Straight from the sea’s bosom to your plate, mate.” There’s a glint of gold when Jack smiles. It always derails Tony’s train of thought. 

“You know I’ll take them.” Tony waves the oysters over and then hefts the bucket back up onto the step behind him, like he’s worried Jack might change his mind and try to take them back. The oysters and caviar were the most popular things on his menu. It didn’t matter what was seasonally available, it didn’t matter if the sun was baking the cobblestones or the cool breezes of winter were catching in the corridor and sneaking under collars to cause chills. People always wanted their oysters and caviar. 

“What about some tuna? You got any of that?” Jack runs his hands down the front of his jacket, patting his pockets playfully. It was an old joke between them. While fresh tuna was always a big seller, it required a bigger boat than Jack had. It was probably for the best that Tony didn’t have the option to drop ten grand on Ahi tuna in a day. He was an impulse buyer. 

Which was probably one of the reasons Jack came to him first every morning. Tony was always at the mercy of his whims, and Jack always managed to bring him something unique when he was feeling stymied or bored. 

And he was. Tony needed his next great adventure. 

“Fresh out. But I do have something that’ll get your motor running.” Jack reaches behind him and hefts a large styrofoam cooler onto the step in front of him. “Go on. The anticipation is enough to set a man to salivating.” The rings on Jack’s fingers glint in the early morning light as he gestures like a woman on The Price is Right. 

Tony is just about ready to say something to him about it when he opens the cooler, and all the breath is knocked out of his lungs. “You didn’t.” Tony’s own dark eyes are wide eyed as he looks up. 

“I did in fact.” There’s no hiding the smug satisfaction in the way Jack holds himself, though Tony can see a hint of something beneath the surface. “That was all that was there to be had, my friend.” It sounds almost like an apology. 

But Tony isn’t looking for an apology right about now. He’s too busy trying not to whoop with joy so he doesn’t wake up the neighbors. He hops around the cooler, one foot on the first step, the second landing on the other before he careens into Jack, grabbing his face into his hands so he can plant a kiss on each one of his cheeks. 

“Sei un angelo mandato dal Cielo.” For one crazy second, Tony thinks about planting a kiss on those upturned lips in the space between the smacking smooch to one cheek and then the next. But he’s not risking their friendship. Or the chance for him to make this deal. 

“Name your price.” Tony will pay anything. Absolutely anything. He steps gingerly back over the cooler to stand back on the step of the restaurant again. Fourchu lobster was an incredible find, especially in waters like these. It was supposed to be the most luscious and delicious lobster that a person would ever eat. 

The Rolls Royce of Lobster. That’s what he’d read it was called in a gushing review he’d read in a magazine a few short months ago. 

That would make it expensive enough, but when you added in the fact that they were only able to be fished ten weeks out of the year, from May through July, that it made this delicacy even more of a commodity. 

Like hell Tony was going to pass up the opportunity to try these bad boys in his own kitchen. He was already making plans for what he was going to do with them. A little butter, a little lemon juice in the pan. With a taste as delicate as this, you didn’t want to do anything to overwhelm it. Tony could put a call in to a dairy farmer he knew out in the country. Fresh butter would make this even better. 

“Oy. You listening to me?” Tony jumps guiltily from his thoughts of fresh cream and butter, and smashed garlic potatoes to smile sheepishly at Jack. But what he sees when he makes eye contact with his friend is just amusement. “I said the going rate is twenty dollars a pound.” 

Tony spared a look down at the cooler, and the four lobsters scrabbling around inside, trying to gauge their weight by eyeballing alone. The lobsters were probably sitting around a pound and a half apiece. Which meant Tony was looking at about a hundred dollars alone, just for these four guys. 

It was a steal. “Done.” He holds out a hand to shake on it. This wouldn’t be enough to even think about putting it on the menu tonight. But honestly? Between the pats of butter and sweet cream dancing in his head? Tony wasn’t thinking about serving this to customers. 

Jack takes his hand, and after a firm shake, the touch lingers for a second or two before Jack slowly pulls his hand free. Tony finds himself trying to remember if a handshake has ever left him feeling so flustered before. 

“But I have a condition.” Tony holds up a single finger, and bites down on a laugh when Jack squints at him. Yeah, he knows. It’s cheating the system to add pieces to the deal after you already shook on it. But Tony was hoping these additions would be agreed to, easily enough. 

“Shady business deals you’re having today, Anthony.” But Jack was an incurable gossip, and Tony had learned in no time flat of knowing Jack that his curiosity would always get the best of him. So after a moment’s pause and another long squint, he relents. “Alright. Alright. You’ve got me on the hook, go on.”

“Dinner with me, tonight.” Tony gets the words out all in a rush, but it doesn’t do a damn thing for the way his heart is hammering in his chest. So Tony clarifies. “After the front of the house closes. Just you and me.” And he clarifies some more. “You went to all the trouble to find these guys for me. The least I can do is share them with you.”

And if Tony has any chance at all of winning over his jolly sailor bold here, then it was going to be with the Rolls Royce of lobster. This was going to be a menu fit for a king. Tony just wasn’t going to tell him that. Better to keep the pressure off, just in case he screwed something up between now and then. Better safe than sorry. 

“So what do you say? You head inside, drop off your invoice with Pep and get paid, and I’ll see you back here at...ten?” A late dinner, but that meant they’d have the kitchen all to themselves. The staff would already be cleared out for the night. Privacy was the name of the game. 

Tony takes a deep breath, and finally phrases it as the question it should have been from the start, before he talked himself into a pretzel note. 

“You, me and the best lobster in the world. Ten o’ clock. Sound good?”

Jack watches him, and Tony just knows that there’s something more going on behind those intelligent eyes. And he was dying to learn that language, to know what in the hell was going on in that bright, sea swept mind of his. 

Whatever time they spent together, it was always fleeting. Morning haggling over fish prices was the bulk of the time Tony got to spend with Jack. Sometimes, he got lucky and Jack would wander by the back door after the lunch rush, an alley cat looking for scraps. (Five was the one who started feeding him, now there was no getting rid of him.)

This would be at least an hour of uninterrupted time. With good wine and good food, and no risk of overbearing customers or fires in the kitchen, either of the literal or metaphorical sense. All Tony needed was for Jack to say the word. 

It takes everything he has not to squirm under Jack’s gaze. Tony was forty five years old, he wasn’t a teenager anymore, trying to get Carmella DiMarro to go to prom with him. He wasn’t going to get nervous over this. 

Or at least not visibly. 

After another few impossibly long beats of Tony’s heart, Jack comes to a conclusion, nodding and holding out his hand again for another shake to seal the deal. 

“Ten it is, then.”

#ch: tony #polyfacetious | jack #v: expats row #queued #carlota's christmas drabbles

[nnegan13]

guys,,,,,,,,,,guys 

watched 3.04.3 last night like twenty times in a row and have subsequently written out the entire scene and some Feelings I have about it 

literally it’s one of my fav scenes of the whole season but I say that about basically every scene from the season so pay no attention to me 

ele being cute in the bathroom, love that for me 

mmHm 

ele’s confusion, what a bean what an absolute angel 

the turn 

the half of her face we can see for an instant as she sees edo? love it 

ciao! I've missed you, you know? 

a pause 

I will kill a man just to know what face she gives him 

is it the same little half annoyed half exasperated tiny smile she turns around with? does she glare? does she raise her eyebrows like cmon what are you doing? I need answers 

okay doesn’t look like you’ve missed me 

the entire bit where ele has to stop herself from smiling 

ele walking deliberately slow even tho she could totally just go off to her class right then 

edo being cute in the background as he does that little jog to catch up 

hey! 

we know from 3.06 edo likes to do the little forearm grab before taking her hand and I can just imagine him doing it now 

the eye roll as she turns around even tho she was just smiling right before this 

don’t touch me. 

literally has her hand free from his and then makes the decision to push his away after he’s already moved his hand away from hers 

the hand thing is so extra and I'm here for it 

also, this is probably the first time they’ve touched each other deliberately 

just *screams internally*

how are you? 

literally waited outside the bathroom for her during class just to ask how she was. 

did he know she was gonna be in the bathroom? probably not. was he probably just out of class for something like the bathroom himself? yeah I think so. did he probably see ele go into the bathroom or see her in the little sink area as he was walking down the hallway and get all excited and decided to go talk to her? you betchur ass 

I'm on the floor 

I’ve heard about the fundraiser... 

how is she? jealous

she sounds pleasant, literally the first thirty seconds of this clip before they start talking about the fundraiser it reads as one friend annoyed with another friend 

not to get back on my ‘incantava would’ve been friends if 3.01 went different’ BS but, I'm back on my ‘incantava would’ve been friends if 3.01 went different’ BS

oh yeah are you coming? 

he’s so fucking mild, blasé about this entire thing it kills me 

I don’t think so 

you don’t want to help out people in need? 

he sounds so confused like, as soon as he thinks he’s got one thing about ele sava figured out she flips it around on him and I love it 

I’m the one helping people in need. not you 

petty 

eye squints = challenging 

when she says ‘non tu’ the camera is focused on edo’s face but you can see her eyelashes move down in the corner 

she’s looking at his mouth 

love that for me 

yeah? 

fucking takes his hands from his back pockets and folds them across his chest 

1) edo ur defensiveness is showing 

2) mirrors anyone? 

3) he literally straightens out his leg like a little child throwing a tantrum I'm dead 

the fucking teacher or hall monitor or w/e just flipping through his newspaper 

chin tilting. chin tilting for dayyyyyyyys 

deliberate pause to let him fold his arms --> *PChris voice* dramatic

of course. people who truly need help, 

her face is still open, she wants him to get this she wants him to understand

looks at his mouth again right before she says 

not trust fund kids that trash pubs out of boredom 

calledt out! 

but also, ele getting mad about something edo didn’t do, grasping for straws as to why she shouldn’t like him.......love that for me 

and the absolute derision in her eyes! she’s right of course the villa boys were being total assholes but this entire thing just makes me laugh bc edo was fucking with her when they trashed EUR. 

he’s was probably the one to come up with the dumb Easter egg plan just like how in 3.11 in the beach clip he was all smug with his plan to confess to the police. literally these have the same energy 

oh yeah your radio program, the one about refugees, right? 

ok nice job edo pretending that you listening to her radio show is just this casual thing you happened to start doing. ‘oh yeah’ who? 

exactly, yes. 

I've listened to a couple episodes. 

every single episode thanks 

blinking and nodding and pretending to be confused aren’t helping you actually convince anyone 

I'm also trying to gather some clothes for them 

some random girl goes into the bathroom, cue ele’s defensive measures 

literally only walks away from him once she sees someone else in the hallway,,,,,again, love that for me 

it’s good to help others, no? 

you can hear edo taking her arm this time I'm dead 

it is....non mi toccare. Grazie. 

again, another visceral sound of ele pulling her arm from his hand 

he looks down at their hands 

Non ti tocco 

looks back at her face with that dumb smug grin of his 

again, love that for me 

it’s really nice 

smug face for ele this time 

ok not just smug face, she’s looking pleasant again 

this conversation is fun for both of them and no one can convince me otherwise 

his hands are back in his pockets, love that for me

edo fucking licks his lips 

why can’t I do it for my friends, then? 

tiniest shoulder shrug 

if they need help... 

one thing I really love about incantava is the fact that they challenge each other’s thought processes.........like right now for instance 

it’s also another example of #edologic 

by......selling your body? 

the eyebrows, the laugh, the smug smirk, yeah same ele 

hm? 

hm? 

I can’t 

her eye squint 

what is it? the biggest raffle prize? 

that little opened mouth offended noise she makes at the end of her sentence? jealous 

edo looking at her mouth? in trest ting 

the absolute derision in her voice when she says ‘raffle?’ yeah love that for me 

I love when you can see actors do that thing where their focus switches from one their acting partner’s eyes to the other. yeah it’s here and I love it 

ooooh I get it, that’s the real issue here 

they’re both laughing 

her laugh is so cute 

his smile is literally going to kill me 

squinty eyes, love that for me 

sei gelosa 

she’s smiling so big and then immediate back track 

this is that Gayle meme 

‘we can’t let edoardo know we have feelings for him’ 

also 

Giancarlo’s fucking voice as he says this 

I'm suing for damages 

oh no, I don’t care about what you do. at all 

literally still smiling as she says it 

ele you are not being subtle 

even as she’s telling him she doesn’t give a shit he’s beaming at her he’s so smug 

what an asshole 

still, love that for me 

segura?

eyebrow lift 

presses his lips together 

chin tilt 

chin tilt 

hi this clip is alternatively tilted: incantava just keep tilting their chins at each other in a vaguely challenging way and trying to pretend they aren’t in as deep as they are 

yep 

pauses 

blinks 

looks at his fucking mouth 

doesn't even try to be subtle anymore 

literally ele, what was the point of insisting ur not jealous and you don’t care if ur just gonna stare at his mouth as he’s watching you a second later? 

the rare instance of half a brain cell ele in her natural habitat 

pauses again 

I need to get back to class 

challenging eye squint 

another fucking chin tilt 

walks away 

heel clicking 

full body shot of edo? love that for me 

edo fucking puts his hands in his pockets again 

that dumb smug confused smile 

he’s smitten and she’s given him just enough that he thinks she likes him 

lip bite 

in conclusion: dead 

#skam italia #incantava #eleonora sava #edoardo incanti #literally I love this clip so much you guys don't understand #here's my contribution to the shitposting I hope you all enjoy

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Napule Nights - cinquantadue 

Can you believe this is chapter fifty-two? I sure can’t. And this might be the last chapter, but there are many many one shots coming that I’ve planned for a while but didn’t find fitting for the main plot. I hope you’re excited and I hope this chapter lives up to everyone’s expectations, it concludes the story, it teases a little of what’s coming in the one shots. Also, you bet Elana ghostwrote this 👻 This wouldn’t be the last chapter without a smut warning ~

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SEI MESI DOPO

The sound of her heels clicking on the ground echoed off the walls of the narrow corridor, her hips swaying, clad tightly in a decadent piece of crimson red and champagne-coloured fabric as she walked flanked by Helders and Cook, a smile of content playing around her lips and she only slowed when the men behind her walked ahead and Cook knocked on the door to Alexander's office, then pushed down the handle and held it open for Jade to enter.

Alexander was sat at his desk, smoke rings rising from his lips, the cigarette resting in between his fingers, but he was entirely focused on the stack of documents in front of him, his brows furrowed, his jaw tense. A few stray strands of his hair had fallen over his forehead, everything else was slicked back, and it took him a moment to lift his gaze, to look up to see who had interrupted him. He flicked some ash off the tip of his smoke, then took another drag, his other hand reaching for the glass of whisky before him, a sip once he'd blown out the smoke, watching momentarily as it ascended towards the ceiling before he leaned back in his chair and focused the entirety of his attention on Jade as she stepped inside, a smile tugging on the corners of his mouth.

He gave a nod and his security left the room, closing the door and he watched Jade step forward, running her fingers through her hair and his eyes followed the movement of her fingers, the thought of it being his own, to pull, to wind her hair around his hand and pull her in, to see the pleasured way she rolled back her eyes in return. Momentarily, he forgot what had been on his mind before she'd entered. “Jade.”

“Alexander.” She licked her lips, came to a stop on the other side of the desk, then smoothed her dress with her hands but before she could sit down, before she could say any more, he raised his eyebrows at her, lifted his hand to beckon her closer with just a twitch of his fingers, but the simple movement made her smile grow wider and she strode around the desk slowly, came to a stop in front of him when he spread his thighs apart to make room for her and pull her in, sat up straight in his chair, taking one last drag from his cigarette before crushing it in the ashtray without taking his eyes off her, another gesture with his fingers and she bent down to him, her fingers wrapping around the armrests of his chair on either side to steady herself and she sighed out with relief when he reached around to take a hold of the back of her neck to keep her close, pressing his lips against hers.

He took his time, at least tried to, but got carried away way too quickly as soon as he got a taste of her, the bitterness of lime and alcohol lingering on her tongue, blending with the sweetness of something else, the irresistible fulfillment he'd never get enough of and he hummed into the kiss, forced her lips apart with his slowly, sighing when she shifted forward, when all it took was his hand coming down on her hip for her to shift and lower herself into his lap, cupping his face and running her fingers through his hair, brushing it back from his forehead and scratching lightly at the back of his head with her nails, tugging on his hair until a low moan escaped his lips, shameless, eager.

A soft giggle bubbled from her lips and she drew back, smoothed his hair back gently again. “Do you not want the report on the meeting?” She teased, pushing her lower lip forward.

Alex chuckled, his lips slightly pink, his eyes wide as he looked back at her with his eyebrows raised as if in disbelief.

Jade smiled, could despite the relaxation she'd evoked within him sense an underlying tension, and she didn't want to torture him any longer. “Everything went well” she stated proudly, could not suppress the smug smile that had threatened to spread across her face.

His jaw tensed, his gaze hardening. “Define well, darlin'.”

“They all agreed to your deal” she said, her fingers still toying absently with his hair.

“All of them?”

She hummed, quite pleased with herself, nodding confidently. “All of them. Palermo, Bologna, Florence and Rome. When Serena had them sign everything, we couldn't believe it but I sold the terms in a way they couldn't refuse.”

The tension on his face was replaced instantly with a smirk and he licked his lips, nodding slowly. “Fookin'ell, pupa” he drawled. “Knew yeh'd wrap 'em all 'round yehr finger.”

She smiled back at him proudly, nodding her head. “It's all your brilliant plan, baby.”

Alex hummed appreciatively, tilting his head into the touch of her hand slightly, her words doing wonders against the stress he'd built up for himself within the last couple of weeks because of the daring deal he'd been trying to get through with several other important families in other metropolises. “Couldn't 'ave realised it all wifout yeh, doll” he sighed. “Yeh're fookin' smarter than all the people they sent.”

Her smile grew wider and she cupped his face into her hands again, leaning in to reconnect their lips, to kiss him deeply, eager, excited.

Alex chuckled darkly when he drew back with his fingers in her hair to keep her where he liked, licking his lips. “Yeh like tha', dun't yeh?” He hummed. “Can't 'elp yehrself when I praise yeh.”

She leaned backwards into his touch, her hands falling slowly to his shoulders and she bit her lip guiltily, pouting back at him. “Can't help myself...” she mumbled, her heart skipping a beat from the way he looked at her, took her in and it was like she had no control over the spell merely looking at him, hearing him, feeling him cast over her, she couldn't get enough, had made a point of sticking strictly to business when she saw him alone in his office, but there was no resisting him, never when he looked so ridiculously attractive through the most simple movement of his jaw, a cock of his eyebrow, the smile playing around his lips when he teased her, yet admired her, looked at her in a way she never would have dreamt of. “Did do a good job though” she hummed.

He chuckled again, his hand moving to the side of her face, dragging his thumb along her lower lip slowly. “Yeh weren't stressed?” He asked gently. “Yeh alreyht, me love?”

Jade nodded slowly. “Mmmm, but I've missed you all day, Alexander” she sighed. “I need you to take me home soon.”

He raised an eyebrow, rolling his eyes slightly at the feigned dramatic tone in her voice, his gaze flickering to the stack of paper on the desk. “Got sum work, pupa...” he stated, but the tone in his voice was far from restrained, the moment she'd sat down on him, the moment she'd walked in even, he'd been tempted to give into his growing desire for her but he cleared his throat, his finger drawing circles into her skin through the tight material of her dress. “The contract, Jade. Your contract.”

She blinked back at him sheepishly, her long eyelashes grazing her soft skin. “My contract?” She asked.

Another dark chuckle and he shook his head. “Yeh fookin' love 'earin' it, dun't yeh?” He teased, smoothing his thumb over her jaw, drawing her in closer.

“I just don't know what you're talking about, Alexander...” She sighed.

The softness in her eyes, the desperate need for his approval ever-present, he couldn't help but give in to her games, the way she begged him to appreciate her the way they both knew she deserved. “'s tha' contract, pupa...” he hummed. “Tha' determines tha' yeh're no longer workin' for meh.” He took a pause, enjoyed the anticipation in her eyes too much to not at least tease her, play her game by his rules. “Yeh're gunna work wif meh.”

She licked her lips, leaning contently into the touch of his fingers. “Mmm, I kind of like working for you...” she coaxed, leaning closer to him, her nails scratching lightly at his skin, her fingers toying with the chain around his neck, the shift of her grinding her hips making him swallow hard, his skin straining over his throat, sparking her attention, an deep desire to mark him reignited within her. “I like sleeping with the boss.”

He chuckled. “Tha's not gunna change, pupa” he drawled, his voice deep, irresistible. “I'm still the fookin' boss of yeh.” He licked his lips. “In fact, I'm gunna take yeh reyht 'ere.”

Her eyes widened, her lips parting when she felt his hand come up and his fingers wrapped slowly around her throat, his thumb caressing her skin, making her purr with delight. “Baby...”

“Bend over.” His eyes flickered to the desk, undeniably authoritative, but he added a nod toward the desk for good measure.

Jade licked her lips, caved to the twitch of her cheeks and she smiled mischievously at him. “Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?”  

The look in her eyes when he tightened the grip of his fingers slightly around her throat held nothing but pure delight, excitement. “Jade...” he drawled lazily, the tone of his voice low, guttural, his thumb stroking lightly over her throat. “Didn't I used teh scare yeh?” Another squeeze of his fingers that had her lips parting and her heart racing. “Swear yeh used teh beh scared of meh.”

She hummed, arching her back to shift closer to him, but he held her firmly in place, the muscles in his arms visibly straining underneath the tight suit. “Mmm, not anymore, cucciolo.”

His jaw locked, his gaze hardening. “Pupa, dun't call me tha'...”

“Mmm, Alexan-...” She was caught off when he reached suddenly between her legs, merely to lift her off him, but leaving her throbbing, needing more as she stood, caught her balance on her heels, but his hand was still firmly locked around her throat and she smiled back at him.

“Always 'ave teh talk back t'meh, dun't yeh?” There was a sparkle in her eyes and she shifted to the side, he could sense the obedience, the determination, the need for which she was ready to do anything and follow his every command. So he let go, immensely pleased when she bent over the edge of his desk slowly.

But she wasn't done. “It's because you shouldn't have the satisfaction of the last word, A-...” She was once again cut off in her cheek, this time by the stinging sensation he ignited on her ass, the impact of his hand, the burn of his rings forceful even through the fabric through her dress making her lurch forward. “Fuuuck...” she sighed, the throbbing emptiness between her thighs becoming more apparent, but before she could properly press them together, he'd nudged them apart, had situated himself back in his chair, forced her down with his hand smoothing down her back until her face was pressed against the hard surface of his desk.

The way her body responded, shaking but leaning instantly towards him for more, it never failed to fuel his desire to ruin her, to give her everything she wanted and make her moan his name until she couldn't move, to spank her until she couldn't take more because she always could. “Got nofin' t'say now, doll?” He teased, this time bringing his hand forward to come down harshly between her legs, watching with pleasure as her entire body shook and she squirmed, before pushing her ass back towards him.

“Please...” she whispered.

He chuckled. “Dun't 'ave teh beg meh...” he hummed, slowly pushing up her dress until he had access to her bare skin. “I'm gunna make sure yeh're well-taken care off before yeh walk out of 'ere.” Smack. “Gunna make yeh scream, pupa...”

She whimpered. “Alexander...”

“Yes, doll?” He asked nonchalantly, his full attention on her, her body's every curve, every movement.

“M-More.”

His lip twitched into a half-smile and he once again brought his hand forward, colliding harshly with her ass, again, again and without mercy as soon as she'd asked for it, moaned louder and got visibly more aroused with each smack, groaning obscenely when the last hit landed between her legs again and he could feel the eagerness, his hand wet with her arousal, her desperation. “Fookin'ell, Jade...” Her excitement, her need for him never ceased to amaze him, each and every time he drove her to desperation by merely bending her over and spanking her, she didn't just overwhelm him all over again, but she made him want her even more, fuelled him to give her more, to drive her closer to her limit that he had not yet found, spank her harder, fuck her faster and reach deeper, hold her tighter.

She shivered when she felt his fingers between her legs, spreading her wetness around before the tips of his calloused fingertips nudged against her entrance, teasing, toying with her and pretending to push them inside several times, only to disappoint, to have her writhing beneath his touch, to have her crying out his name, then arching, lifting her hips when his fingers finally sunk inside her, the bend of his knuckles, the way he stroked deliciously and irresistibly at her walls too much, a welcome contrast to the burning pain of her red skin, but it was hardly enough to soothe her, hardly enough to satiate her urges. “I-I need your cock...”

Alex chuckled, curling his fingers inside her teasingly, lifting her hips slightly off the edge, for the moment he was merciless, enjoyed feeling her walls clenching around his fingers, begging him for more, for a tighter fit, a more challenging stretch. “'course yeh do, pupa...” he hummed. “Fink I need yeh t'beg now.”

She needed no telling twice, turned her head to look back at him over her shoulder and he rose to his feet, looked down at her, his stare hard, but she knew it wouldn't take much until he give in, he was just as desperate for her and she enjoyed coaxing him to cave immensely. “Please” she whispered. “Please fuck me-ooo-oooh...”

With lazy circles, he started rolling his thumb over her clit, his fingers nudging deeper inside her and into the same spot over and over again, making it impossible for her to form a coherent sentence, but it didn't keep her from trying and he smiled to himself, overwhelmed by the way she did anything to get what she wanted, to get him to take her, was beyond desperate for him to fuck her.

“F-Fuck, Alexander, I n-need your cock, pleaseee...” He was driving her wild but it wasn't enough, tears of desperation and intensity rolling down her smooth cheeks, her body shaking. “I want you to ruin m-me...”

“This not enough for yeh?”

She breathed heavily, shaking her head, but he reached out instantly to force her down again. “N-No...”

He chuckled, abruptly pulling his fingers out of her, watching closely to see her squirm, but stay in position, her fingers gripping on to the edge of the desk, but as soon as he'd unbuckled his belt, he reached to close his hands around her wrists and pull her arms behind her back. “I'm gunna need yeh teh back up on meh, pupa...” he drawled with his hands now occupied. “C'mon, doll, yeh want me cock so work for it...”

He had full control of her the way he held her and she knew that he was just waiting for her to line herself up with his cock before he'd take any possible chance of leverage away, but she needed him so badly, the throbbing emptiness between her legs agony and she stepped back slightly as he pulled her in, her breath hitching in her throat when she felt his tip rubbing against her folds, trying desperately to angle her hips so he would push inside her, she couldn't take any sort of disappointment now and as soon as he nudged his hips forward, he pushed her further onto the desk so her heels slipped off the ground, leaving her completely and hopelessly at his mercy.

“Yeh stay like tha'...” he drawled, enjoyed the way she writhed, shook, tried to push back on him for him to fill her completely, her walls closing around him, begging for more for him but he took his time, let go of her hands momentarily to shrug out of his suit jacket and roll up his sleeves before drawing his belt from his suit trousers, humming contently as her hands were still at her back, in place and obedient as he'd left them and he looped his belt around her wrists, tied them together tightly, then landed another slap on her ass bending forward and over her, sinking deeper inside her, muffling her moan when he forced his fingers into her mouth, his other hand gathering a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back slightly just like he'd imagined when she'd walked in, knew her eyes were rolling back from the force of him, the way he never failed to make her lose control.

She sucked on his fingers gratefully, her soft whimpers muffled as she struggled to take him, fresh tears of pleasure pearling down her face as her walls tried to accommodate to his size, the burn of his cock stretching her blissful, stealing her breath from her lungs as she tried to keep control of her body, trying to move her hands despite the restraints but being instantly put in her place by feeling of the belt.

“I'm gunna bruise yeh so good, Jade...” he drawled. “Joost like the first time I 'ad yeh bent over me desk.”

A loud, animalistic moan escaped her when he drew back his hips momentarily, only to push right back into her, burying himself deep inside her, grunting at the way she squeezed him again instantly, her body trembling as he started to pick up the pace, determined to live up to his promise, one hand clamping down on her hip, his heart racing.

Each thrust, each buck of his hips, each time she was rocked forward onto the desk mercilessly, she was driven further and further into oblivion. He let go of her hair and greedily reached forward to pull down her dress, to expose her chest, rolling her hard nipples between his fingers before he stood straight again, pushed her down again, the friction of her breasts rubbing against the top of the table, the dripping wetness between her legs, the way he stroked her walls relentlessly, pushed inside her harder with each thrust, she could hardly control herself, could feel her eyes rolling back in her head, was crying out desperately around his fingers, sucking to have at least something to hold onto, dribbling around them slightly as she could no longer focus on anything but the pleasure he evoked within her, made it curse through her entire body and it was slowly threatening to spill over.

“Pupa, are yeh cummin' for meh alreadeh?”

She gasped when he pushed inside her hard again, mewling desperately, doing her best to try and nod, breathing out shakily when he drew his fingers from her mouth.

“Talk t'meh, principessa...” he demanded.

“Let me cum, Alexander” she choked out as his fingers closed around her neck instead. “P-Please let me cum, I'll do anything...”

Without another word, he buried himself deep inside her, picking up the pace, harder, deeper, then undoing the belt hastily to wrap his arm around her and pull her up against his body, his chest pressed to her back, their hearts thudding fast and hard and in unison and he groaned when he felt her walls fluttering around his cock, brushing her hair off her shoulder and attaching his lips to her neck, sucking, biting, his arm locked tightly around her to keep her right there, to force her to come undone to the point where she had no other choice.

She cried out desperately, whimpered his name but her voice was nothing but a hint, his fingers around her throat as well as on her hip holding her in place, made it impossible for her squirms to be successful, forcing the intensity of her orgasm, her back arching, her head on his shoulder until he could feel her growing weaker and he held onto her tighter, his bicep straining, his hand  falling from her throat and instead smoothing down her back as he laid her down over the desk again, her walls still closing around him, soothed, yet asking for more and before she could catch her breath, he snapped his hips up into hers again, hard and fast and he pushed his hand between her body and the table, only to angle his fingers so he could reach her clit, rubbing mercilessly, her choked breaths and soft mewls of his name fuelling him. “Want two more from yeh before I fill yeh up, pupa...”

With her cheek pressed against the surface of the desk and her legs shaking, her entire body shaking, she had no choice but to comply, wouldn't have had it any other way as he flicked his thumb against her clit, then rolled it generously between his fingers as the pleasure surged through her again, her body once again tense, her walls once again struggling as she squeezed around him, the burn, the friction, her eyes rolled back again, no sound leaving her lips this time, a silent cry as her lips parted all she could give.

Alex grunted, reveling in the way she took him so beautifully, her fingers tense as she gripped on to the edge of the desk to take everything he offered and ask for more. “One more, doll, need yeh t'let go wif meh...”

“A-Alexander...” she whimpered, her voice straining, her breath shaking. She wanted more, she was already desperate for more, trying to move her hips back into his, to fuck herself on him until both his hands came down on her hips to hold her steady, to take a deep breath to control himself, compose himself until he'd gotten her there again. She was too much, her desire matched by only his own in a way that was so unapologetic, so beautiful, and he never wanted to tame it.

He started fucking her harder, rubbing her clit, flicking his fingers each time he drew back, only to take her breath away once again with his cock stroking her already tender walls and he was satisfied knowing she'd be bruised the next day, inside and out and he had every intention of tending to her every wish when she was.

It didn't take much now, the pace, the intensity with which he was fucking her was too much, her last orgasm hardly faded as she felt the next approaching, the bliss he evoked within her all blending together and she wanted him hard, wanted to feel him come undone for her, wanted to feel him mark her. “B-Baby, please...”

He leaned over her, buried himself deep inside her, his hand running slowly down her arm until he covered her hand with his, feeling the cold of the large diamond ring against the heat of his palm before intertwining her fingers, his chest once again pressed up against her back as he trapped her between his body and the desk. “C'mon, principessa...” he moaned, now more of a plea than a command. “Cum for meh.”

She felt his cock twitch inside her the moment her own walls started tightening around him again and she sobbed, moaned desperately for him, soothed by the warmth of his body, the intoxicating blend of smoke and whisky and spicy cologne, his hand enveloping hers, his lips once again attached to her neck, groaning against her skin as he released inside her, stayed buried deep as her orgasm washed over her, took over her, shook through her long after they'd collapsed over the table, panting, the only thing she could focus on now to keep herself sane were the soft kisses he pressed to her shoulder. “Alexander...”

“I'm 'ere...” he drawled, caressing her hand gently with his thumb before moving slowly to stand up, smoothing his hands down her back, then stepping away far enough to slip out of her, careful, gentle when he heard her whimper and he moved to sit down, tucking himself in before moving to pull her dress down for her, careful when he felt her shift slightly, adjusting it when she rose to stand on her own two feet, making sure he was ready to hold her if she lost her balance.

She swallowed, steadying herself on the desk as she stood straight and turned around to him, before she could fix herself up, he'd reached up to pull up the top of her dress to cover her fully again, brushing his hands down the fabric to smooth it down before beckoning for her to lean down and she swallowed when he wiped her eyes gently, her heart skipping a beat when instead of letting her go to leave she stepped back to turn, he looped his arm around her, pulling her down to sit on his thigh.

“No, doll...” he hummed. “Stay 'n 'ave a drink wif meh.”

Her lips curled into a smile, her mind still hazy but she pressed herself closer to him, curving into him and ignoring the way some of her movements already caused her body to ache, wrapping her arm around his shoulder and watching as he took out a second crystal glass to pour her some whisky while she reached for the pack of cigarettes on the side of his desk and fished one out to light for him, taking a drag herself until he was ready and parted his lips for her to place it there, trapping it between his fingers once he'd taken a drag. He blew the smoke away from her, then pressed a kiss to her jaw.

“Yeh're fookin' perfect” He muttered, nudging her neck lightly before resting his head there. “Yeh kno' tha'? Joost fookin' incredible.”

She chuckled, running her fingers through his hair to brush back the strands that had once again fallen out of place before taking a sip from her drink, instantly soothed by the burn down her throat. “Are you saying that because of the sex?” She teased.

He lifted his head abruptly, his eyes wide as he stared back at her. “Fookin' no.”

She tugged lightly on his hair, a quiet giggle bubbling from her lips that made his heart stop momentarily. “I'm just teasing you, baby.”

He sighed. “Yeh kno' I fookin' love yeh. Never gunna let anehfin' 'appen t'yeh.”

She swallowed. “Alexander...” she hummed. “You're not worried about the job next week?”

He blinked. “Jade, unless weh figure it out...”

“Alexander” she interrupted. “It's not your job to worry.”

She could see the corner of his lip twitch and he shook his head, rolling his eyes to conceal the amusement, the temporary distraction she'd achieved. “Mmmm, what is me job, pupa?” He chuckled, leaning further into her embrace, well-aware that once again, he was putting too much unnecessary pressure on himself.

She licked her lips. “Looking pretty, handsome...” she said. “Keeping out of trouble. And being the fucking boss.”

“Fook, Jade...” he sighed, taking another drag from his cigarette, then holding it out to her. “This is why yeh're 'ere.”

She took a drag, blowing the smoke to the side without diverting her gaze. “Because I tell you you're pretty?” She giggled.

“Because yeh fookin' remind meh who I am. Because I need yeh, because yeh're fookin' mine.”

She smiled, pressing her lips together. “Should we figure this out then?” She asked, leaning to the side to put down her glass and familiarise herself with the work he was doing. “Show me the maps.”

He couldn't help but smile to himself as he watched her, absently held the cigarette to her lips and watched them close around it, pillowy and soft, her eyes wide, she was wide awake and ready to do whatever it took to help, her skin slightly red at her chest, her face sheeny and glowy and her gaze determined and he couldn't help but admire her. Mere moments ago she'd been bent over and crying for him, now she was sat comfortably in his lap, warm, about to show him just why he adored her so much.

She could feel him watching her from the corner of her eye as she scanned the maps, traced ways with her fingers, furrowed her brows with concentration, the expression only disrupted when he tightened his arm around her and dug his fingers playfully into her side, making her squirm, giggle and lean further into him when he shuffled to properly look at the maps himself, pointing out the first ideas he'd had that deviated from the original, still risky plan before she started bouncing ideas back and forth with him, getting lost in the way he spoke, the way his mind worked, brilliant and unapologetic, until he ultimately swept her off her feet.

“Mmmm, this is why you're the boss, baby” she purred, tightening her own arm around him.

He looked pleased with himself, a smug smile spread across his gorgeous features and he couldn't help but lean back with a sigh of relief, proud of himself, proud that she was proud. “I never would've envisioned it like tha', tha knows, darlin'? But it's so mooch better.”

She brushed his hair back again, hummed as he leaned into her touch. She nodded, her heart skipping a beat when his soft brown eyes met hers, like warm chocolate, like anything was possible. “I love you, Alexander” she whispered, shuffling closer in his lap, pressing her lips to his only for a moment, but finding herself hopelessly lost in everything he stood for once again. “You'll have everything you want” she promised. “King of Napoli.”

It took a moment for him to open his eyes again. It'd all been worth it. He knew things would have been very different had she not gotten into his car, had she not decided to push him to his limits. He pressed his lips together, resting his forehead against hers. “Gunna need yeh by me side though, darlin'” he drawled, tightening his arms around her. “Gunna need me queen.”

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There have been many anon messages that reassured me to keep writing this and make it as big of a thing as it became (52!!! chapters), so I want to thank everyone that’s ever given me feedback on it (let me know what you think of the story in general, your favourite bits, etc. if you like), and I also want to say thank you first and foremost to Elana who literally wrote this story as much as me with her lines and encouragement and everything (take the compliment, bitch), Denise (who has the most iconic Kermit reaction photos and the loveliest feedback), Elle (if she remembers or not, she initially killed my scepticism for the request and told me how it could work), Ela (for pushing me to mention Matt more), Hannah (I love how much you stanned every chapter!), Lyss (!!! for understanding each and every word exactly like I intend it and giving the most elaborate reviews, you’re an icon), Lizzy (for being super supportive!!) and Michaela and Maike for constantly being lovely about the story and not giving up on it! So, anon, I don’t know if this what you were expecting and if you’re still reading, but look what you made me do. Writing this couple is a joy and I am excited for the one shots, the support for the story has been overwhelming and I haven’t gotten a response like it to my writing since I wrote fics when I was like 17. So much love xxxx

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FIC: In The Afterglow

Everything that could go wrong this weekend, was going wrong it seemed.

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When she had told him that she was expecting to be home researching rather than out hunting over the Valentine’s weekend that year, Jo saw the slight shift of his posture and biting of his lip that she took to mean he might plan something for once. Usually she was either away, or about to leave or having just gotten home and wanting to sleep the day away, so typically they’d spend the day apart or crashed out on the couch. She’d often suggest they wait a day or two and then go buy all the chocolate they could carry for half price, before gorging themselves over the next two weeks.

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When Shada had begun popping over more frequently and finally convinced Jo between hunts to go out shopping with her, she started to suspect there was an ulterior motive from the number of short, tight, skimpy black dresses and practically non-existant bikinis the other woman tried to get her to try or buy. Thankfully the shadow seemed appeased when eventually she’d bought something, though the underbreath comments about ‘who even likes yellow anyways’ and ‘ugly ass one-pieces’ made her think perhaps she should have grabbed one of the other suggestions instead. Too little too late now.

---

When the weekend before she got a call from Bobby to organise “when did you two want me to dogsit Nana for” she absolutely knew something was going on. Laughing down the phone, Jo had handed it straight over to the other who went as red as she had ever seen him before he hurried out of the room, phone held to his ear and voice quiet. She hadn’t mentioned the call when he returned, simply flicking over to a rerun of Bridezillas as the Deadliest Catch went to commercial break. If he seemed tense when she’d curled into the nook of his arm, Jo didn’t mention it.

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On the Thursday afternoon, Bobby showed up while Jo was in her study, Nana curled at her feet, working over a particularly hard bit of Hindu lore for a hunt - something to do with empty demon vessels appearing at an alarming rate in New Orleans, among dead humans as well. At the older hunter’s appearance, Jo dragged the four books she was using to translate between to beg for his help while Grey seemed to vanish into the kitchen while she waited for Bobby to read through what she’d done so far. What was supposed to be a quick pick up turned into three hours, where Grey sat next to her, arm tensely hovered as if to go around her shoulders as it usually would be refraining as he watched the three hunters talk over coffee, cake and the ancient texts. Jo had asked if they wanted to stay for dinner, but a quick shake of the head from Grey before the older hunter could agree let her know Bobby planned to make himself scarce before whatever surprise was due to be sprung.

It was as they sat down to watch a movie (his pick that night - Fury Road - which she found suspiciously her type enough) that Jo thought his attempts at subterfuge had been going on long enough.

“So, hun, where are we going?”

“Wha- why would you think we’re going anywhere?” Grey scratched at the back of his neck before resettling his arm around her as Jo cuddled into his lap. “Is there any reason we would be going anywhere?”

Jo laughed a little, tucking her feet against his legs and pinning him with a look. “Well, Bobby just took our baby away for the weekend, your sister has been asking me about outfits more than usual, you’ve been looking at me skittishly for the last three weeks, do I need to go on?”

Grey sighed at her grin, rubbing a hand over his face for a moment. “Can you go on?”

“Actually no, that’s all I’ve got.” Jo laughs again, reaching out for his hand. “So, where are we going?”

“I.. I thought you might want to get away for the weekend. Just us. Maybe some, uh, dinner somewhere nice.” Grey was staring purposefully at the TV screen, she could tell from the way his jaw muscle clenched and released and how his eyes occasionally started to drift towards her face, waiting for her reaction she was sure, before focussing right back on the screen. Max was holding Furiousa at gun point for, like, the third time. “Maybe catch some, uh, sun on the beach? Bit of shopping? Just...us time?”

“And where are you takin’ me for our us time?” Jo smirked a little, raising a brow at him before Grey finally looked over at her squeeze of his hand.

That seemed to be the right reaction if his responding smile, so uncertain but also bleeding happiness let her know this was going to be a fun weekend.

“It’s going to be a surprise. I have, um, already packed your bags.” There was a pause before he rushed to add, free hand tucking her hair behind her ear. “I mean, you can check them and add or take what you want out but-”

“I trust you, hun. And I’m sure your sister was involved in some way...”

“Yeah, uh, she may have had a bit of an influence.”

Jo nodded her head, leaning into his shoulder and stuffing a few of the chocolate buttons they were sharing into her mouth now that had been settled. “S’long as my yellow dress made the cut, I’ll be happy.” That got a huff of a laugh from the other as they relaxed back and settled in for the rest of the movie and the night.

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“Okay, ready to go?” Jo almost bounced on her heels in excitement as they finalised the last few bits and bobs - phones and chargers, and European transformers(!!), tooth brushes and Jo’s favourite (only) perfume, as well as an old Polaroid camera and Grey’s current small sketchbook - were shoved into her purse while Grey got together their bags. She had woken up anxious and concerned, that had been wiped away with the warm good morning wake up she had gotten, but was now almost bursting with excitement from the moment she’d realised that whatever the other had planned was not in the United States. “Are we ready? Where are we going? When’s the plane leave? Do you even have a passport? How did you get on-”

Grey cut off her questions with a press of his lips, before pulling back and smiling at her as he grabbed a hold of the top of the somewhat large suitcase and wrapped an arm around her waist. Jo tilted her head as him as she threw the strap of her purse over her shoulder, and let out a sigh.

“So how-” Her words disappeared at the same time as them, her eyes blinking as the slightly dark but homely entry of their home disappeared and suddenly she was stood in the warm sunshine with nothing but bright, bright blue sea in front of her. Somewhere very far from the still slightly grey and cold weather at home, the recommendation to dress for warmer weather making much more sense now as the cool sea breeze tugged at her hair and shirt. “-are we getting anywhere...”

“Sorry, Jo, didn’t mean to surprise you.” The look on his face, somewhat smug and very very bemused, made her think that was a bold faced lie as Jo let out a laugh.

It was so gosh darn blue. It was her second favourite blue thing she decided in that moment, turning her face towards the warm sunlight and blinking at just how beautiful it was. God knows where they were though, and Jo found she didn’t really care, it was just for a few days she could be somewhere unknown.

“Wow..” She knew she sounded breathless, but god damn she was at home one second and the next in the most amazingly beautiful place she’d ever seen. “Just...wow.”

“Oh if you like this, I think you’ll like where we’re staying even more.” Grey practically purred the words in her ear as his arm tightened around her waist as they looked out again at the view across the old cobblestone wall from the cliffside they were on. He span her about after a long moment, hand sliding from her waist and into her hand as Jo continued to look about in amazement.

There was some open air market or something behind them, and the streets were so old. The houses were old too, and the various bright cheerful colours either faded from age or bright and bold from being recently replaced. And the sky was so, so blue and clear, with only the odd fluffy white cloud about the placce. It was perfect.

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Supposedly the plan was for a romantic walk up to the villa. That had been what he’d said.

After the first five minutes trekking up a 45-degree slope on uneven cobblestones, that romance had died with her snarling out curses as she barely avoided rolling her ankle for the third time. He wasn’t in any better shape about it, sweating under the hot sun as much as Jo was and lugging the suitcase as well.

Even though they’d stopped and he’d decided to transport them to the white front door of the villa instead, it didn’t help that their hair was sticking to their necks, the starting tingle of a sunburn was kissing at her cheeks, and her feet were aching from adjusting to the need to walk differently on the paths here. Grey was muttering under his breath equally frustrated as he knocked again on the door, hands clenching and unclenching beside him while Jo leant on the suitcase for support.

“Where the fuck are these people...”

“Hun, I’m sure they’ll answer in a second.”

“They better, or I’m just smoking in.”

Jo rolled her eyes at that. It seemed this was the first of his ideas and that it hadn’t gotten off to the best start seemed to be getting to him.

Just as he raised his hand a fourth time to knock, the door opened to an equally frazzled looking woman blinking at them. “Oh no, sei già qui! Parli italiano?” The older woman looked between the two of them uncertainly, brushing at what looked like a lot of dust on her hair.

“Uh, non solo inglese?” Grey fumbled over the words, tugging at his t-shirt collar awkwardly as he sent Jo a look. “Um, we’re... we’ve booked the villa for the weekend? Si..amo... qui?”

“Yes, yes, weekend stay. Couple under Grigio, si?”

“Yes, Grey. Is.. are we early?”

The woman shook her head several times, more white dust falling from her dark wiry hair, and Jo couldn’t help but cringe realising that maybe something else other than a stupid choice about trying to walk up a freaking mountain was about to happen.

“Non non, all time correct. Simply problema with the house. Grande problema.” The older woman appeared to be distraught, rubbing her hands together and holding them out apologetically at the other, tears almost starting in her eyes. “Problema di tubi allagati - the pipes, there is a problem of water everywhere. All over floor, all through roof, fallen ceiling in master room. Not good, not good at all!”

“What?” Grey practically yelped the word out, staring at the woman in abject horror before he sent a concerned look over his shoulder at Jo. “When...when did this happen?”

“Proprio adesso - as we speak. Much flooding all through honeymoon suite-”

“Honeymoon suite?” Jo piped up from her seat atop the suitcase, raising a brow as the bright red colour appeared all over the other’s cheeks and down the back of his neck from what she could see. He shot her a look which made her want to laugh as the older woman began nodding again like a mad woman.

“Si, si si, suite is ruined. Quindi molto molto dispiaciuto, molto molto sorry!” She appeared to brush her hands finally clear of what Jo was starting to suspect was plaster dust as Grey ran a hand over his hair anxiously.

“Do you... have another room?” Jo took over after a long pause between the other two at the woman’s apologies, shifting off of the suitcase and raising an eyebrow at the woman.

Her look appeared to clear, clapping her hands together and a bright smile formd on her face. “Si, si si, another room! We place you elsewhere. Molto molto sorry, but we have another, si.”

“Let’s just go with that then.” Jo smiled kindly at the woman, sliding her hand into Grey’s free one as he appeared to still be struggling handling the news that something had gone dreadfully wrong with his planned choice. Hopefully it wouldn’t be a precursor to the rest of the weekend.

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“At least we still have access to the pool?”

Grey practically growled for a moment before he cut it off, turning to look at her as Jo sat, one leg crossed over the other, at the end of the small double bed. The quilts felt nice and good quality under her hands, but the bed was distinctly smaller than even the one in the guest bedroom back at home.

Regardless, the view out the window was amazing, and Jo was right about the pool. She had seen it as they’d been shown through the gardens and out to the private pool house studio. Grey had grumbled as they entered that it was not what he had planned, but Jo had merely shook her head and run to the window overlooking the ocean without a care to the size of the space, the bed or anything but looking out at the vista again. She was only here for three days, and she was going to stare at that scene until her eyes bled if she had her way.

“Yeah, but we were supposed to be up on the third floor. We were supposed to have a California king, we were supposed to have the biggest bath you’ve ever seen!”

“Well no wonder the whole place flooded.” She replied offhandedly, eyes still fixed out the window as Grey bustled frustratedly around the room. She felt the dip as the suitcase was thrown a little hastily onto the bed behind her. “And honestly, we aren’t goin’ to be spendin’ much time in our room are we?”

“It was big enough to share Jo.” Grey paused where he was undoing the zipper of the suitcase, giving her a look that made her suddenly wish that room was available still just to see all that he had planned for the weekend. But still, they had that view.

Shifting around Jo reached into the open suitcase once he’d flipped the lid open, fishing out the swimmear she had bought at Shada’s encouragement to get something ‘beachy’ while Grey started moving their toiletries into the much smaller than his planning bathroom. Shrugging her shirt and shimmying out of her skirt, Jo quickly changed into the blue and white stripped top and red bottomed retro-styled one piece without a care at all as to what Grey was up to. He was in a funk about some room, when they still had access to that beautiful pool, and they were still in the most beautiful place she had ever been. Jo wasn’t going to waste either of those.

“Hunny, I’m goin’ to run out to the pool for a second okay?” Jo called out, pulling her hair up into a bun and grabbing her sunglasses out of her handbag. “Or did you want me to help unpack first?”

“Go on, Jo. You go enjoy yourself, I’ll... I’ll be out in a bit.” His voice sounded slightly rough and a little too soft from behind the closed door, but Jo didn’t want to push it if he was feeling some sort of way. This was going to be a good weekend, and she was going to enjoy herself.

---

It was a full half an hour before he appeared outside to the private infinity pool.

Jo had already swam a few laps, her hair wet and matted in the bun atop her head, and was now floating lazily on her back in the water, legs dangling and sunglasses covering her eyes as she let the sun and the slight breeze lull her into an almost waking sleep.

It was to hands on her waist that Jo realised she’d finally been joined by the other, dropping her feet to just graze the bottom of the pool with her toes even though they were in the shallowest part of the pool. Lifting the glasses from her eyes onto the top of her head, she smiled widely at the slightly tense quirk of his lips in response.

“Took ya long enough.” She teased, shifting around and then pushing off the bottom of the pool with one foot to wrap both legs around his hips as Grey wrapped her up in his own arms. “Done sulkin’ and ready to have an amazing weekend away?”

“Yes, I’m done sulking, pretty one.” He replied, hands moving to hold her up under her thighs and a self-depricating smile on his lips as they floated in the cool blue water. “Just had to get the case unpacked, and everything put away-”

“And stop sulking about things not always going to plan.”

“That too.” Grey laughed, finally smiling back and brilliantly as when they’d first arrived in the small Italian city. Jo had worked out they were in Italy from the language the villa owner used, but other than that, she was still at a loss but happy to keep floating across the water towards the edge of the infinity pool overlooking that view.

“So, now we’re here.. What else are we goin’ to be doin’?” Jo asked, nuzzling in at his neck as she wrapped her arms around his own and smiling back at him. , His own smile flickered slightly, the dark edge she was used to seeing when he was playing and teasing her coming in before Jo answered her on question in unison with him.

“It’s a surprise.”

---

That night they went to a small restaurant down near the pier on recommendation by the villa owner of a Napoli ‘pesce favoloso’ restaurant. It was so quaint, and clearly a place frequented by locals more than tourists from the lack of English and the crowds of happy, loud Italians calling about the place between customer and workers alike.

The atmosphere was amazing, and Jo almost squealled seeing the old Chianti bottles with the red wax candles melting all down the side and the worn wooden tables. There were no spaces for two people only, but that just added to the ambience as they were sat in the middle of a long bench table between a group of older men playing hands of cards around their share plates of octopus, squid and different white fish dishes, and what was clearly a multi-generational family enjoying a Friday night dinner together with fried arancini piled high between the seafood dishes.

The nice older man next to Jo noticed their plight as both Jo and Grey pulled out their phones to begin translating the menu, and within twenty minutes a bottle of white wine and an entire meals worth of food had been ordered on their behalf without input by the group of men, who began serving the pair of them from their own share dishes as well while they waited for their meal. It was one of the most honest, genuine and special moments Jo had ever experienced, and she’d had to blink her eyes rapidly when she caught the look that Grey had sent her over the table as the man next to her poured her a glass of their drink with a lot of jovial Italian and hand movements that she couldn’t follow at all.

That had been a perfect moment for the weekend, and one she knew the second it was happening that she’d store away to be remembered forever.

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The Saturday morning started early as the sun streamed in through the flowing white curtains. Jo had thought those were just a feature of movies or those fancy Instagram photos from models and superstars, but as she stretched in the tight fitting bed to blink at the bright white of the morning, she let out a laugh. Grey was tucked against her back, face forced between her shoulder blades and one leg hanging off the edge of the smaller than normal bed for them, and Jo let out a quiet breath as she shifted gently to get up out of the bed.

She got changed into her swimsuit again, dry after hanging up in the bathroom overnight, and found herself swimming laps of the cold pool as the sun came up over the horizon. Leaning on the edge overlooking the beach and ocean beyong it, Jo grinned like an idiot as the orange bled into blue and the whole town sounded like it was beginning to wake up. A few more laps, and she finally snuck back into the pool house as the other rolled over off his back to wake up as well.

It was another hour before they’d finished the morning routine they were slipping into - kissing, sharing a shower and making jokes as they dressed for the day - and heard the sound of a sharp knock on the pool house door.

“Si, buongiorno signore e signora Grigio, break of fast is ready on il balcone. Please please follow.” The older woman smiled so brightly for such an early hour, but Jo was already in the best mood she thought she’d ever been in for eight in the morning and couldn’t wipe the corresponding smile off of her own face. Grey’s hand slipped into hers as they walked along behind the other woman, her keeping up a rattling one sided conversation in the not-all-English way she seemed to do.

The breakfast spread was not what Jo or Grey were used to, but Jo almost cried as she sat down next to the other at the sight on the table. Doughnuts, so many doughnuts, were piled high upon a platter plate, with fresh fruit sliced and arrayed around it. As they sat, the woman reappeared with two steaming mugs of espresso with dollops of milk froth in the centre of them, placing one in front of each of them before bustling away to where she had come from.

“Hun... Can we move to Italy?” Jo stared at the platter of swirled zeppoles and the round doughnut balls infront of her like she’d stared at him not even an hour ago, licking her lips and trying not to salivate as she started to pile a few onto the small plate in front of her.

Grey laughed, plucking up a slice of rockmelon for himself, watching her as she started on the first doughnut ball. “Jo, you can have doughnuts for breakfast at home.” He paused for a moment as she bit into the Nutella filled ball with a moan of pleasure like earlier that morning, before adding quickly, “But not all the time. You shouldn’t have doughnuts all the time for breakfast. Only on special occasions.”

“Oh you mean like today?” Jo waggled an eyebrow at him, quickly polishing off the first dough ball with a happy sound before reaching over for a strawberry that had been tucked in amongst the pastries. “Happy Valentine’s by the way, hunny. That, uh, was a very good start to the day this mornin’, just so you know.”

“Happy Valentine’s, Jo,” he mumbled back, and Jo had to bite down the grin at the flush on his cheeks and neck as Grey picked up a zeppole for his next choice and tore a piece of the pastry apart and dipped it into his coffee like he was a local to the place. Jo smiled at the way his eyes matched the skys when he looked back across at her. “Well, we’ll just have to continue the day on the right path, huh?”

“Speakin’ of, what did you have planned for today?” Jo smiled back, sipping her own coffee before adding quickly as he tried to quickly swallow his food to answer. “Lemme guess, it’s a surprise?”

He tapped his nose with one sugar coated finger, and Jo leaned over to wipe it off with a laugh as they continued tucking into the small feats - Nutella and jam and custard filled doughnuts as well as the ricotta zeppoles and fruit disappearing as they finished another two espressos each and watched the town coming to life below them from their perch on the balcony.

---

“We’re so sorry but Pompeii is closed to tourists today.” The guard stood before the access point had his arms crossed and seemed tired of repeating the same words over and over, and it was only ten in the morning. “We are sorry for any inconvenience caused.”

Grey practically snarled at the man as he repeated the exact same words for the fifth time, not even bothering to look at the pair of them any more as he rattled off the same message over and over. Jo felt his grip tighten a little harder than usual around her hand before he growled out in a quiet Whisper, “Why is it closed?”

So far that was the one thing the guard had not specified, and Jo felt her brow rise up hearing the method being used by the other but thought better than to chastise him in the middle of yet another thing going wrong on this weekend.

Getting to the site had been a nightmare as it was. Grey had wanted to ensure they fit in as much as possible with the tourist set, and they’d found themselves squished onto a tony bus with far too many fellow tourists with screaming annoying children and the stench of backpackers. Jo had half wished he’d changed his mind at that point and disappeared them both away to the end location as it was.

“The walls collapsed again. So tourists are being limited.” The guard spoke quickly, not even seeming to realise what had happened before he repeated off the speil about inconvenience caused as another person approached him.

Jo tugged on Grey’s hand, pulling him away from the rest of the crowd and wrapped her arms around his neck as he seemed to still be glaring hatefully towards the crowd of irrate tourists and the unwavering guard. Stroking a hand down his cheek, she pushed herself up to catch his lips with hers before retracting back when he finally responded.

“Hun, it’s not a big deal-”

“It so is! This is a huge place, and I know you wanted to see it after than documentary you talked about last year-”

“Yes, but it’s not-”

“And today is supposed to be perfect-”

“It already has been-”

“But the room is wrong, and the bus was dreadful and now we can’t even go see Pompeii!”

Jo rolled her eyes as she let him rant this time, rather than cutting him off, before stroking his cheek again with a cheeky smile. “Ah, but you see, I had an amazing swim this mornin’, and then an amazin’ lay, and the doughnuts for breakfast. And now? Now we can go onto Herculanioum instead if you are up to takin’ us.” She continued to stroke his cheek as she spoke, tweaking his nose when his gaze started to drift back to the guard with a dark look to it. “And I’ve heard those ruins are far better. And then we can avoid that bus trip back, hmm?”

There was a long pause, as Grey seemed to glare across at the crowd as if trying to work out how much trouble they would be in for accessing the site regardless, before he finally let out a shaky breath and pushed his forehead against hers.

“Fine... We’ll got to Herculanioum instead, just for you, Jo.”

“And for you.”

---

By the time they got back to the villa, it was almost three in the afternoon, and Jo’s cheeks definitely were feeling the bite from the sun but she didn’t care. She could worry on Monday about the sunburn after she had soaked up as much as possible this weekend.

Changing back into the swimsuit and convincing Grey to come out and recline on one of the deck chairs with his sketchpad while she swam laps, or floated on her back, or sank to the bottom of the pool and sat to see how long she could stay down there, the rest of the afternoon passed with splashing and jokes and the beautiful fruit, cheese and cured meat platter brought out at one point by the villa owner alongside a bottle of red wine that Jo practically drank all of and flopped a little more languidly in the pool after that.

As the sun began to sink over the other side of it’s morning rise, Grey finally declared they had to get ready for dinner and fished her out of the pool himself when Jo jokingly refused to leave the water. She couldn’t help the smile on her face at all, it had been a permanent feature of the afternoon, and she found it softening as he wrapped her up in the fluffy beachtowel with a kiss to the forehead.

From there, she sequestered herself practically into the bathroom once he’d had his own shower. Usually she spent less than ten minutes bathing, doing her hair and make up back home. Even for hunts where she needed a more professional look, it barely took more than fifteen minutes to do everything. So it was exhausting in a sense but also gorgeously pampering in another for her to spend over half an hour rubbing different lotions all over her skin, and applying make up more carefully than she ever had, and blow drying her hair out into gentle waves before pulling it into a full but sleek pony tail complete with a bright gold fastener that Shada had talked her into. Sticking her head out the bathroom door, Jo hissed at the other to turn around and stare out the window until she was finished getting ready, smiling as he covered his eyes and moved away from the bed to give her a semblance of privacy to slip into the bright yellow, somewhat plain dress. At least it matched the weather here more than back home, and pulling on some matching yellow shoes, Jo bit back a smile at the woman looking back at her in the mirror. Even her bites disappeared with the bright colour and her necklace obscuring the rest.

She bounded across the room, skirts swishing around her legs making her feel even more feminine, to tap on Grey’s shoulder before smiling widely at the gape of his mouth when he turned back to her. Her own lips would have been gaping like a fish if she hadn’t already noticed how nicely the cut of the tigher-fit navy suit pants and slimline navy jacket had looked from behind while he’d had his back turned. Sliding her hands up over the matching tie, Jo ran her hands up and down it a few times before tugging it loose and sliding it from his neck as Grey watched her quietly. Undoing the top two buttons and leaning forward, Jo pressed her nose in against the open skin and sighed quietly for a moment, before stepping back.

“No tie?” Grey swallowed thickly as Jo retreated, his own hands skimming over her waist, pulled in tighter than usual by the bodice of the dress. His thumbs brushed just against the underside of her breasts before sliding around her back, a smile on his face in response to her own.

“No tie.”

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Dinner had been going well, which she supposed just meant it had to go wrong very very shortly; and that came true soon enough. They had been sat on one of the tables set up near the windows overlooking the setting sun across the glimmering ocean. Her breath had caught and it had been another of those forever-memories, scorched into her mind as the waiter approached and Grey fumbled through ordering the drinks for the both of them in a mix of English, stunted Italian and gesturing and pointing at the wine list. Glancing out the corner of her eye, Jo felt herself blushing at the look she was getting across the candlelit table that made her think potentially the exact same forever-memory storage was occurring on the other side of the table. She tucked a stray piece of hair back behind her ear as she shifted and turned her attention back to Grey rather than out the window.

Conversation flowed easily, talking about the shocking, beautiful and poignant ruins they had walked around that morning. Jo had been stunned and even slightly shocked to see the ash covered bodies clustered together, while Grey had marvelled at the architecture that had survived the destruction and so many years. She had taken quite a few Polaroid snaps of the both of them, and thought it funny how Grey never quite made eye contact with the camera for one reason or another. The funniest had been when the stray dog had run past and almost hit a wall trying to dodge around him. Sipping the wine delivered as they talked, bread and butter arriving at one point, followed by oysters with some kind of tomato top that Jo had raised an eyebrow at the other about. It was going to be one of those nights but she had already Google’d the place under the table and realised just how much thought and how special this evening was intended to be by the other. A Michelin starred restaurant, and their number one recommendation for the most romantic restaurant for Valentines day, and Grey had managed it with less than a months notice. Her heart thudded a little louder in her chest when she’d thought on that.

It wasn’t until the third plate of nine had been brought that the wrong showed up.

Jo had the seat facing out towards the rest of the restaurant with the smallest portion behind her, so she could see the moment that the man entered the restaurant. The man it was absolutely, impossible to be here of all places that walked through the space, eyes darting about the place as if searching for something.

She wasn’t sure exactly when it was that her own man had noticed - be it from the weird attunement to the other, or Jo’s own reaction and distraction, she wasn’t sure - but it seemed to be almost the exact same moment that the new comer spotted her.

“Oh thank fuck.” The expression was loud in the somewhat quiet  and subdued restaurant, as Gray quickly stalked along the walking space between the rows of tables towards them. “There you are.”

“Hun, hun please...” Jo barely acknowledged the newcomer, reaching a hand across the table to grab Grey’s hand with hers quickly. “Please let me handle this.”

Grey’s jaw was clenched, the muscles twitching as he turned his hand under her own to squeeze hers back, lips pressed into a thin line as the other shadow finally reached them.

Gray grabbed a chair from the table nearest them, not even looking at the two women and man sitting at the table together, clearly from the glassware the chair was already in use by one of the women’s dates but he was just vacant at the moment. Spinning the chair about and sinking into it backwards, he didn’t even glance over at the other shadow as he focussed on Jo instead.

He let out a little bit of a whistle, the noise reverberating through the restaurant as Jo noticed abstractly people were starting to look around from their private dinner bubbles to watch him, biting back a snort of her own at the idea. “First and foremost, damn sweetie. Just damn.” Gray ran an eye a little too long and a little too appreciatively over what was visible of her in her dress from where she was sitting.

Jo could feel the hand in her’s tighten harshly for a second, before his thumb began rubbing carefully or caressingly on her knuckles in apology, as she felt the color rising in her cheeks at the comment. Shaking her head, Jo raised an eyebrow at Gray. “Secondly?”

“Yes! Secondly, sorry was just a bit distracted cause fuck sweetie, why do you never dress like this for me, you better appreciate what you’re getting Runt,” There was a tense moment as Gray finally turned an eye towards the other shadow with a smirk as he gestured towards her. Next moment he turned away and then back again towards his brother with a slight frown, before smirking even wider. “I’m going to scrap my original secondly, cause secondly, little brother, so good to see you finally acknowledging my superiority. Your fashion sense really required some work, so I’m glad to see you finally embracing what sweetie really likes on a guy.”

“Now listen here-”

“Grey...” Jo hissed the words out, tugging on his hand in the hope of distracting him from attempting to do...something. She thought perhaps stab the other in the neck from the way Grey’s eyes darted between his brother’s neck and the dangerous looking serated blade for the meat course later.

“I’m going to kill him eventually, Jo.” Grey replied, free hand twitching as if to reach for his knife before diverting to reach across the table ignoring the intruder to tuck her hair back behind her ear. Gritting his teeth, he looked out the corner of his eye at his brother before resting back in his chair, other hand still squeezing Jo’s hand lighter and then tighter on and off. “Eventually.”

“Thank you.” Jo smiled brighly across the table at him, index finger sneaking further up to touch his wrist under the shirt cuff before she turned back to the sneering shadow. “Now, back to you. What are you doin’ here of all places? And what do you need me for now?”

Gray let out a huff of a laugh before nodding his head towards his brother. “Both of them are due to the runt actually. I’m here cause he blabbed his big romantic gesture plans to our sister, so that’s how I knew where you were. And I’m here because now Shada is stalking me trying to pressure me into...something cause its,” He appeared to pause for a moment, a flash on his face as if tasting something foul before finishing his sentence. “fucking Valentine’s day.”

“Huh. Interesting.” Jo simply stated in response. tilting her head thoughtfully to the side. She saw over the other’s shoulders, while Grey was focussed on glaring daggers at his brother and Gray was busy trying to get the taste of the words out of his mouth by seemingly drinking her wine - that was going to need retribution soon enough - that the man from the other table had appeared to return and a cluster of staff members whispering and fluttering about trying to work out a dignified resolution rather than potentially upsetting two tables. Another waiter came out from behind the group with two plates aiming directly for their table.

As the waiter reached the table, Jo sent Grey a look, another tight squeeze and then pulled her hand back to her side of the table as the waiter sat the two plates down, with a confused glance at Gray as he looked in distaste at the arrival of the food. “Oh god, really runt, you’re going to eat that?”

“Some of us aren’t children like you, dickhead.” Grey snaled the words out, lifting his own wine glass to his lips before adding sharply, “Would have thought you’d have gotten used to eating way-back-when.”

“I’ll make you eat-”

“Gray!” This time she snapped at the intruding one of them, eyes focussed sharply on him with a scowl as she didn’t move to pick up her knife and fork just yet. Jo refused to let whatever delicious course it was going to be be ruined by the other’s arrival or commentary. When he finally turned his attention back to her, Jo raised a brow at him and made a ‘continue’ gesture with her hand. “You said somethin’ about Shada and Valentine’s day?”

“Fuck, yes, the crazy moron has it in her head we have to do something romantic together. Just because the runt’s just gone and done all of this for you.” Gray growled the words out, one fingers skimming around the lip of her wine glass as he looked at her with a scowl. “Even though clearly there is nothing going on between myself and her, especially not to this kind of insanity.”

“Please don’t call it insanity.”

“Fine, sweetie, not in this kind of way. Is that better?”

“Much.” Jo bit back a bit of a smile at his words and his exasperation with the female shadow. She had heard her whining for the last week on and off about not having any plans for ‘the most romantic day of the year’ before Jo had been whisked away, and she couldn’t help but feel bad for the girl. She deserved much more than obsessing over the dickish shadow next to her. Sighing, Jo ran her hand over the loose tendril to the side of her face as she thought over the easiest way to get Gray to leave without causing a bigger fight or problem. Chewing on her lip, she tugged her wine glass out from under his hand and took a sip before replacing it, shrugging at the sharp disapproving noise she heard from across the table. Some way to get rid of Gray and help with Shada without causing another problem, some way, some way.

“Oh!” Jo let out a gasp as her eyes widened, coming upon an idea. Both men’s eyes went directly to her rather than glaring at one another while she had been quiet. Clapping her hands, she grinned widely towards Gray with another nod. “Easy done. Tell her you want to take her to Australia right now. And then when you get there, just... hang out, go to the beach or something. And don’t forget to remind her their ahead of the US timezone wise so it’s not Valentine’s any more.”

There was a long, stretched out silence around the table for a moment, before Gray thumped the table top a little too harshly with a fist, grinning at her widely. “Mother, sweetie, you are a genius.” Jerking upright out of the borrowed chair and sliding it back behind him roughly, not caring at all about the room’s attention being back on him and them by extension from the loud scraping noise it had made, his face transformed into a wide smirk before leaning down, one hand grabbing her chin as he pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Thank you, sweetie, I’ll remember this for next time you annoy me, aye? Now, enjoy your dinner with lowrent me.”

Jo blinked repeatedly as she tried to reconcile what had just happened as Gray jauntily stalked back out of the restaurant, seemingly considerate enough of her being on a date not to just disappear from the middle of the space; but barely had a moment before the sound of another chair scraping scratched through the air as her man jerked upright out of his chair, intent on following the other out of the space. Lightening quick, she reached across the table, rising a little out of her chair to do so, and tugged on Grey’s hand.

It felt for a second like Grey was about to shake her grip off, and she half expected it after such a performance from the other. But as he surveyed the room, a lot of eyes focussed on him and her alike, he clenched and uncleched his fists a few times before he turned to look down at her blinking owlishly up at him. Letting out a ragged breath, Grey sank back down into his chair across from her with a growled comment that, “I’m going to fucking get him for that.”

Jo let out a tight laugh in response as she ran her hand down his wrist to hold his hand in the middle of the table for a moment as she picked up her fork to prod at the beautifully plated roasted beetroots and goast cheese course in front of her. Biting her lip, she laughed again a little at the grouchy look still on Grey’s face before saying quietly. “Hey, if we leave before midday tomorrow, he should be back and you could beat him up as my gift to you for Valentine’s?”

#CA #jopov #cc

[inked-foundry]

A bit from a short story I hope to write about Seyss and Zeph! It contains some grumpy stuff but also a little fluff between these two ladies. Fluff isn’t really something I’m used to writing, so though I’ll take criticism on any aspect of this, I’m especially looking for advice concerning how their softer moments played out.

Seyss could already see the look of unadulterated horror on Zeph’s face as she rode her hoverbike into the garage. It was an utter wreck compared to the neatness of the garage, with all its organized toolboxes and motors propped on the walls. All Seyss could offer was a shrug of apology as one of the bike’s wrenched-open panels coughed out a few sparks. Then the bike died and collapsed onto the concrete floor.

“Sey!” Zeph burst. She slammed shut the hood of the maglev car she was working on, every muscle of her immense figure tense with stress. “What in the stars did you do to the bike?”

“I ran into a Firecrawler on my way back from a mineral deposit,” Seyss began, throwing her legs over the side of the bike to dismount. Her metal leg might have rubbed up against one of the burning panels, but the prosthetic didn’t have the nerves programmed to feel it. “Apparently the deposit had grown over the hellscape that thing calls an abode and I was impeding on its territory, so it did the damn well reasonable thing and started shooting acid at me.”

“You could’ve gotten yourself killed!” Zeph burst, running her gloved hands through emerald and ash hair.

Seyss only shrugged again. “It seems you have a habit of stating the obvious.” She walked over to one of the counters Zeph had tools set up on and sat down. Even sitting a few feet up, Seyss was hardly at eye-level with the mechanic. But all she cared about was getting a seat. After navigating the Dusts all day, Seyss’s upper leg hurt like hell from hauling the metal prosthetic around.

Zeph slumped over, rosy eyes wide and lips pouting. “C’mon, Sey, can’t you take it a little more seriously?”

“I took it seriously enough to make it out alive,” Seyss insisted. She reached over and unhooked her prosthetic from the bolts driven into her living leg, just above where her knee should’ve been. She sighed in relief when she felt the weight drop and heard it clang to the floor.

Zeph stared at the prosthetic for a few moments. She let out her own response sigh before meeting Seyss at the counter and deciding, “I guess you did make it out alive.” She gingerly pecked Seyss on the cheek before looking back to the hunk of twisted and charred metal they now called a hoverbike. “I just don’t know what I’m going to do with the bike.”

“Fix it,” Seyss offered. “Like you always do.”

Zeph laughed, a melodious sound that filled up the garage and rattled what hung on the walls. “You hold too much faith in me.”

“Then stop giving me reasons to have faith. The rest of this people in this stars-damned excuse for a planet have given me an excuse to give up.” Seyss leaned back and kicked her amputated leg. “Zee, do me a favor and prop me up in front of the sink? There’s just some grime I want to get off.” She ran her hand through her charcoal-and-honey hair to find pieces of debris. “Really want to get off.”

“Of course,” Zeph agreed. She slipped her powerful arms under Seyss’s torso and hauled her up without much of a complaint and went to open the door in the back of the garage.

Admittedly, the garage was the nicest part of their living situation. The interior was closer to an overgrown room, with a sparse kitchen in the front and recreational space in the back—if recreation included sleeping. Zeph propped Seyss on a counter to the left of the room, beside the sink.

Seyss turned on the tap. Zeph circled the couch and pushed the quilt messily draped over it aside, sitting down and snatching a small control. She pressed a button. A screen hung on the back wall flickered to life.

“Is it cool if I go check on the bike?” Zeph asked.

Seyss waved casually with one hand while the other grabbed a bar of soap on the either side of the sink. “Go see what the damage is. Just don’t tell me if it’s more than a hundred units.”

“I think a hundred units is the minimum,” Zeph sighed, but she headed back out for the garage.

Seyss got her hands covered in suds and gingerly started brushing them over the dirt. Nothing hurt enough to say that she’d been hit with any sort of acid. It became a mindless process. She’d find some bit of her skin that felt grimy and she’d start washing it off, half-conscious as she watched the screen.

It was one of the dumbass city nobles again. Probably appointed by the Empire or whatever name it liked to go by these days, given the symbol pinned to the lapel of his white jacket. His platinum hair was insufferably impeccable, dumb smile and piercing violet eyes not giving away a single emotion other than smugness.

Viscount—that’s what his name was. Or at least his title. Seyss wasn’t sure she cared either way at this point. He was jabbering on about his usual crap about the Scavengers that had been hired out and their safety. It was all useless bullcrap.

If Viscount had ever cared about the Scavengers a single day in his life, the rivalries would be over. The room Seyss and Zeph called a house wouldn’t be the best living condition they’d had yet. Seyss would have a new leg with actual neurological connections. They’d be off this hellscape planet.

Seyss suddenly found much more interest in washing off the last specks of dirt.

The garage door swung open, Zeph scratching the back of her head with a wrench. Her shirt was already covered in more dirt; she’d checked out the bike rather quickly. Seyss opened her mouth to ask how much it would cost.

But she shut up as soon as Zeph went to the opposite side of the room, to the rickety old wooden table where two jars sat between, each halfway-filled with folded paper bills.

Seyss had only assumed it would dry out the money they’d set out for spendings. But now they’d have to cough up their savings. She sighed, already feeling a phantom weight at the stump of her leg.

With a sigh, Seyss ordered, “Take it from the prosthetic fund—”

“We’re going to get you that new leg,” Zeph interrupted. Her voice held command to it, but nothing mean. The kind of command a parent used when trying to tell a child what they were doing was stupid and they cared enough to tell them as such. “We can get off this planet later, but you need that leg first.”

“I won’t be able to get a new prosthetic until we get our asses of this dust storm of a planet,” Seyss argued. She gestured to the job offers tacked to the walls, the pages of math done to figure out how much money Seyss was owed for her scavenging, the parts Zeph would need to fix a client’s vehicle. “We have all this money but it keeps flying away from us. Don’t you want a better life than this?”

Zeph smiled. “I’m happy enough, Seyss. I just want to make sure you’re happy.”

Seyss kept her mouth shut. She had wanted a new prosthetic since she got the clunky metal excuse for a leg. It hadn’t a single wire to connect to her nerves, nothing to tell her if it was burning or freezing, how much pressure she was using. That wasn’t even mentioning the burning pain she got from it by its weight alone.

“I’m going to use our travel fund, okay?” Zeph noted. But at this point, it was for more of a reassurance. Seyss knew that she couldn’t argue with Zeph’s logic, as much as she hated it.

Seyss just nodded. She turned away as Zeph overturned the travel fund jar and all the little bills came tumbling out, unfolding and flashing in dulled colors after changing countless hands. And they were changing hands yet again.

“Why the hell is it going to be so expensive to fix?” Seyss pondered.

Zeph thumbed through the bills—Seyss mentally counting them up—as the mechanic explained, “Honestly, most of the damage was cosmetic, and that’s a relatively easy fix if I can find the right screws and metal. The major issue was the engine and electronics in the front end of the bike.”  Zeph shoved the bills in her back pocket and started gesturing back and forth, giving Seyss a rough idea of where she was talking about. “There was minor damage to the back, where the tank and exhaust is. If any acid damaged those areas, well…” Zeph gritted her teeth. “You would be in a lot of tiny pieces right now.”

“Thanks for that imagery,” Seyss sighed. She grabbed a hand towel off the counter and started wiping down the droplets that hadn’t soaked into her pores. “Well, what about the engine?”

“The acid corroded through the hood and through the engine, so it’s a miracle it held up until you got home.” Zeph grabbed a slip of paper off the wall, ran over to snatch a pencil from the sink’s counter, and started writing down numbers and lists. “Your bike is an older model, so the engine is going to be a bit hard to find on the market.” Snorting through her nose, she added, “And I’ll be lucky if I can buy it off a professional and not one of those tech collector dorks.”

“Great,” Seyss muttered. “Peachy.”

A silence settled between them, both of them knowing what came next. They’d have to find some transport down to the major cities, since no one with any sort of money lived on the surface of the planet; that was asking for death. Anyone with spare units and dignity to their name lived in the underground cities. That meant the judgmental looks of nobles, Zeph having to fight off the urchins who were too weak to live on the surface, Seyss having to keep her leg from getting turned into scrap metal.

The cities didn’t have scorching ground and wealth was common, but there were still the shadow of its prosperity. At least on the surface, there was distance between desperate scavengers.

Zeph pursed her lips. “I see that look on your face.”

“What look?” Seyss spat.

“Your pissy look,” Zeph chimed. Rolling her eyes, Seyss crossed her arms as Zeph rushed over to haul her off the counter. Seyss tried to bat off Zeph, but she just held her at arms length and made her way for the couch. “Nope. Not today. You’re not allowed to be pissy in this house.”

Seyss let out a small gasp of anger as her shoulder rose and a stream of curses escaped her mind. Zeph remained entirely unphased. She simply slid her toe under a switch on the side of the couch and the footrest sprung up. After laying Seyss down (still sputtering profanities), Zeph walked to the other side of the couch and laid down beside Seyss, tall enough that her legs fell over the edge.

Zeph pulled up the quilt across their torsos, and upon seeing the spite seething in Seyss’s expression at Viscount, she grabbed the remote and flipped through channels to some fluff-filled, mindless flick.

The two remained silent for a while. The dialogue from the screen was cute at best, and poorly written to any critic that it concerned. Though neither really cared about the quality of the content at that point. Once Seyss’s breathing slowed, Zeph tossed an arm about her shoulders, heavy and comforting as a weighted blanket.

“The book was better,” Seyss muttered.

“The book wasn’t good to begin with,” Zeph insisted.

Seyss snorted. “Any of this crap ends up poorly written.”

Another moment and they finally turned to each other. Seyss wasn’t sure why she had always preferred sitting on the couch until she realized she was finally at eye-level with Zeph. Although the mechanic’s face was usually smudged somewhere, her eyes were always warm.

“Y’know, I guess I’m happy enough, too.” Seyss shrugged. “I’ve got you.”

Zeph smirked just the tiniest bit. “Then my job is done here.”

Seyss stuck her tongue out, mimicking spitting across  the room. “We sound as bad as this dumb movie.”

And as much as Seyss hated to admit it, she was still watching it by the time Zeph started snoring, just if she could get a grasp on what the world would be like if they ever got out of here.

#writing #my writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #sci-fi #fiction #short story #original characters #my characters #Seyss #Zeph

[fairytail-whathesays]

Chapter 545 Blow-by-blow

Man, the first and only time I actually do one of these is for the last freakin’ chapter of the series. But I don’t really want to skip it--can’t let this opportunity to sum things up pass. 

I’m happy Lucy is going for her dream and is successful at it. I can think of female protagonists who got done dirtier with their endings.

Gray and Natsu squabble, Erza smacks them. I guess that’s what we get for our “lmao things never change” bit, perhaps?

Keep your fucking clothes on, Juvia.

“The award ceremony is ruined.” I take it back, Lucy got done dirty. Her shitty friends can’t even act right for a couple hours to let her celebrate achieving one of her lifelong goals.

Gajevy pregnancy. Delightful.

Chelia’s magic is coming back. I would make a bigger deal out of this, but I’m actually not that mad. I can only assume that Third Origin lost her her magic by burning out her body’s ability to absorb Ethernano--something Wendy could heal.

I just realized why Minerva wins Sabertooth’s eating contest without getting comically obese--she made a pocket dimension out of her stomach with her Territory magic, that cheating bitch!

Mermaid Heel became exclusive models for Sorceror Weekly. Because what else would an all-female guild exist for? Fuck you, Mashima.

Juvia is still trying to take her clothes off.

Under the Imperius Curse, Gray declares Juvia’s body “his”. I know he’s under the Imperius Curse because only someone who thinks women’s bodies are possessions for men, like Mashima, would make such a respectful man say that. Oh, and canon Gruvia I guess. Sigh.

And that is what I call shutting down Miraxus hard. You did something right for once in your life, Mashima.

What a smug little shit, he knows all the women want him.

I’m almost positive that little comment by Erza is Mashima talking about angry fans. You sure told us, Mashima. However will we recover? While we’re talking about Erza, has Mashima always drawn her with that 2014-anime eye-somehow-visible-past-hair thing? Or is that new?

Princess Hisui is queen, and shock of shocks, actually did something useful with the title instead of prettily standing there crying about all the things she’s done wrong with her life.

Crime Sorciere were rewarded. While the Seis do deserve all the rewards, I have to wonder what exactly they accomplished? At all? They didn’t do anything for the entire war.

I’m not sure what Erza brushing her hair means. It was framed like it was supposed to be some sort of character-develop-ey thing, but I’m still not sure what it means.

Doranbolt’s actually here, pushing around Makarov’s wheelchair.

No, seriously, how the fuck are Zeref and Mavis here? And why would they be here? Even if they magically reincarnated and don’t know each other again, wouldn’t someone recognize Zeref as, you know, the person who started the war? A war criminal and tyrannical emperor? Arrest him, damn you!

Naturally, nobody questions it. They’re used to people coming back from the dead by now.

Levy is still ignoring the fuck out of her two “friends”. What else is new?

YOU FUCKING DID IT, MASHIMA. YOU DID THE ONE THNG I BEGGED YOU NOT TO ABOVE ALL OTHERS. YOU HAD ERIK FUCK THE SNAKE FRIEND. I’M COMING OVER TO JAPAN RIGHT NOW TO SHOVE AN IRON PEG UP YOUR ASS FOR THAT, YOU TRASHY PIECE OF SHIT.

At least Alzack and Bisca are happy.

Hmm.

I know I am mentioning @ac-fairytail​ a lot lately, but if I’m not wrong, they’re on the money again. Didn’t you predict this would be one of the “lmao things never change” panels?

A bunch of flashback panels as Lucy reflects on her time spent with Natsu. Shame I can’t really enjoy them.

I’m actually really touched by Lucy thanking Natsu for being a part of her life. That is how you write two people being close together, Mashima. Not with titties.

Of all the shippers to troll, Mashima trolled the Nalu ones. Can’t we trade out Nalu for Gruvia? Is it too late for that? Or maybe trade them all for Kinabra? You could canonize all four big 4 with kids and I would take it happily just to get that Kinabra out of my face.

My appreciation of the moment is ruined by the fact that Natsu literally goes through Lucy’s panties when she’s asleep. Fuck you, Natsu.

Natsu and the group are going on a 100-year quest. I assume what’s going to take 100 years about it is rebuilding all of the destruction they’ve wrought over the course of the manga. Also seems like the only way they’d actually get a 100-year job.

I DON’T KNOW, MASHIMA? DO THEY? YOU SEEMED MUCH TOO CONCERNED WITH SHOVING DRAGONS UP MY ASS TO EVEN BRING UP THE NOTION OF FAIRIES MORE THAN A COUPLE TIMES. THE MOST IMPORTANCE THEY’VE EVER GOTTEN IS BEING SOMETHING MAVIS LOOKS FOR AND BEING SOMETHING EVERGREEN LIKES. PRETTY SURE THIS MANGA’S NAME IS ‘FAIRY TAIL’ NOT BECAUSE IT’S AN ETERNAL ADVENTURE (IT WAS AN ETERNAL NIGHTMARE), BUT BECAUSE IT WAS A PUN. YOU THINK YOU’RE CLEVER, AND YOU’RE NOT.

I’m glad you can thank the fans that stuck with you for 11 years, Mashima, and I know I should shut up, since you’re not talking to me--I was only with it for two and a half years. But since you’re starting a new work, I’ll remind you that the people who stuck with Fairy Tail to the end only did so out of A) a masochistic, miserable desire to finish something they started or B) to see you finally canonize their ships, and frankly neither party ended up all that pleased.

Welp......that’s it. That’s the end of Fairy Tail....It’s a weird feeling, actually seeing the final page of a manga. I don’t think I’ve done that since Hellsing, and I hated Hellsing and especially its ending, so I don’t remember feeling anything but relief that it was over. Hellsing was a lot shorter than Fairy Tail though--about five times shorter--and took about three days for me to fully read, so I didn’t get this weird feeling that something that was a part of my life is now over.

At least it’s done.

#Fairy Tail 545 #anti Mashima #writing criticism

[uta-no-knb]

Headcanons for how the boys would react if a girl they took on a date offered to pay instead of having them treat her? For Akashi, Himuro, Kagami, Aomine, Nijimura, And kasamatsu? Like who would absolutely be like "No, i got this." vs "Okay fair enough" that ever lasting debate of who should pay.

Oh this will be fun - I made these mini scenarios (mostly dialogue so they’re very vague)..I think Akashi’s is my favorite out of them all XD)

Team “No I got This”

Himuro

HImuro would be the kind of guy who would be very persistent in paying…and would agree to let you pay the next time

“No Himuro, I got this,” you said with a determined look in your eyes

“I insist ____,” he said, as he reached into his back pocket to grab his wallet. “Besides I’m the one who asked you to join me.”

“But-”

“No buts about it ____. Just let me spoil you today.”

With a sigh, you leaned back against the booth and allowed the attractive shooting guard to pay for you. “Fine, but next one is on me.”

“Deal,” he replied with a smile.

Kagami

“Don’t you even think about it, ____.”

“Shush Bakagami. I got this.”

Yet again, it was the struggle of who pays the bill between the two of you.

“I’m the one who invited you on the date. So I’ll pay. End of discussion.”

He took out money as the two of you waited for your waiter to return with the check.

“Hey Kagami. I”ll be right back. I’m going to the bathroom,” you said with a smile as you got up from the table and left.

“Fine. Hurry back.” What the redhead failed to realize was that in your clenched fist, you held your credit card.  

While you were gone, the waiter walked past the table and Kagami grabbed his attention. “When you get the chance, could I please have the bill?”

The waiter looked at him confused. “Your tab has been paid for already. The young lady you were with stopped by the register on her way to the bathroom.”

“Oh, okay. Thank you,” he replied as the waiter walked away.

Damn it ______. You sneaky little cat he thought, as he watched you walk back to the table.

“You’re horrible you know that?” he said as you sat down, while you replied with a smug grin on your face.

“You’re too slow, Taiga.”

He sighed. “Next time, let me pay okay?”

Kasamatsu

“Please let me get this senpa-”

“_____, no.” Kasamatsu said, glaring at you as you reached into your purse to grab your wallet. “Respect a senpai’s orders.”

You sighed and pouted. “Fine.”

Sighing, he faced you. “If it will make you feel better, I’ll let you pay the next time.” He leaned across the table and boldly kissed your cheek.

Nijimura

“Nijimura-kun-”

“I’m stopping you right there, ____.” he said as he reached out and grabbed your wrist in an attempt to stop you from retrieving money. “I’ll cover it. And before you say anything, I’m treating you today so just enjoy being treated like a princess.”

That last sentence of his shut you up as your whole face turned red.

Team “Okay, Fair Enough”

Aomine

“I got this Aomine,” you said as you reached into your bag to retrieve money. Granted you didn’t have any real intention on paying for the meal-since he eats a lot-but you wanted to see how far his chivalry would go.

So in a way….it’s a test to see if he’s worth your time.

“Seriously?” he said with his mouth full. “Thanks _____. ”

You paused at his response. Did he really just-this asshole.

“Aomine, please don’t talk with your mouth full,” you said as you stood up with your bag.

“Where are you going?”

“To the bathroom. Its my time o-”

“Just go, I don’t wanna lose my appetite,” he growled as he shooed you away. What he missed was the smirk - and an annoyed look- on your face, as you walked towards the bathroom.

–30 minutes later–

Aomine was getting impatient. You have been gone for over half an hour. He knew nothing about being a woman, but he knew that it doesn’t take that long to deal with …. women things (Satsuki has helped educate him in that department.)

The waiter stopped at the table and dropped the black book with the check on it.

“My girlfriend said she would pay for it.”

“I’m sorry sir, but the young lady you’re referring to left 25 minutes ago-said that you would cover it.”

The moment the waiter left he took out his phone and saw a text message from you.

Thanks for the food hun. I’ll cover you next time! ~ ______

“Damn you, ____.”

Team “My Orders are Absolute so Don’t try anything”

Akashi (Oreshi)

“Sei-chan, I got it this time.”

“Don’t be silly, ____-chan,” he replied, “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I let you pay for it?”

“But Sei, you’ve spoiled me a lot today-”

“Because you’re my empress, and you deserve the best.”

“Please Akashi?”

“I’m sorry, but I will not allow it”

You retreated with a sigh and leaned back against the booth. Suddenly an Idea popped into your head. You realized that the counter was by the restroom.

“I’m going to go to the bathroom, Sei-chan, so excuse me,” you said as you get up, only for him to grab your wrist.

“Leave your card, and then you can go ____,” he said.

“Your damn emperor eye,” you mumbled as you handed him the card reluctantly.

Once the card was secured in his hand, he released your wrist, allowing you to go to the bathroom.

Thank god I have my second card with me you said to yourself as you went to retrieve your other card from your bra.

As you approached the counter with your card in hand, the cashier recognized you and smiled at you. “Mr. Akashi has already purchased your meal for the evening, Ms. _____.”

What?!

“Nice try, but I’m not stupid, ______,” he replied walking up next to you.

“You damn rich people.”

Sorry these were rushed……but I enjoyed Akashi’s a bit XD I honestly believe that all of them - with the exception of Akashi- would be down to alternate in regards to who gets the tab.

#knb headcanons #headcanons #akashi seijuro #akashi...no #kagami taiga #eye of the taiga #himuro tatsuya #aomine daiki #shit aho says #nijimura shuuzou #captain skittles

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could i request a scenario for the following: what do kagami, akashi, midorima, takao, kasamatsu and nijimura do when they see their s/o and her ex talking? thankyouu

Here it is! I hope it didn’t take too long. 🌸

Thank you for requesting! 💋

♥︎ AKASHI: 

The doorbell rang.

Usually, the maids would come and get it. But this time, oddly, (Name) insisted. She stood up from the table and excused herself from Akashi, who were tutoring her on a new lesson.

From where Akashi sat, he could see whom the visitor was. In fact, he could even hear them. She pulled the door open only to find herself face to face with her ex that cheated on her years ago.

Akashi fought the urge to stand up and shoo the guy away, though he knew his girlfriend could handle the guy. He could imagine her putting a smug smile.

“What are you doing here?” her voice was cold, the tone she gave Akashi when she was actually mad. “We were supposed to meet up in the park an hour from now.”

Akashi’s mind wandered off to other things, but he trusted her, so he remained seated and listened quietly to their conversation.

“(Name), I can’t take it anymore.” Ex said.

His expression looked like he was about to burst into tears, but his pride was hurting. “Come back with me. You had no choice but to come to your boyfriend now at that time, but I won’t make any mistakes this time.”

She waved her hand off and closed the door in front of his face, locking it. Then she made her way back to her chair and sat in front of Akashi with an innocent smile.

“I don’t think anyone deserves to be heartbroken again.” she looked over her shoulder and at the door, before turning her head. “I hope that takes him off of his trance and finds someone better for him, neh, Sei?”

Akashi smiled as his hands made it’s way to intertwine itself with hers.

“You’re a wonderful person.”

♥︎ KAGAMI:

Kagami went for a one man alley oop and with a high jump, dunked the ball into the net with a swish.

He cockily turned his head to the side to see the face of his girlfriend, smirking as he did so. “How’s that?”

She nodded restlessly with a warm smile and stood up, handing him his handtowel. “Impressive.”

Kagami dabbed the towel on his forehead and went for the bench, sulking in exhaustion. “Today was tiring. I am so going to beat Aomine next week.”

“Of course you will.” she smiled, avoiding eye contact and eyeing every corner as she did so. “Taiga, I’m in a hurry. I have to meet up with someone real soon. Just.. continue training, alright?”

Kagami watched as she half ran and walked out of the street court and somewhere else. He frowned.

No kiss? Not even a goodbye? That was so not her. Something was wrong. Her telling him off indirectly like that won’t stop him from being the nosy boyfriend he is. He shouldered his bag and followed the direction she went.

He was having his suspicions. They’ve only been together for two months, but they had a strong bond. But since she broke up with her long term boyfriend a few weeks before they started dating, Kagami was paranoid.

Of course, he trusted her, but that guy? God no. He was a jock. He was as cocky if not more cocky than him. He was a show off and hit on girls as a habit.

Kagami caught sight of her. Immediately, he darted to the side and hid behind the trunk of a tree, which made him look ridiculous if you saw him. He peeked his head.

His heart pounded when he saw that annoying face of her ex, lowered as they talked to each other, face to face, no one else around them. The sun was setting, which only made Kagami see their silhouettes, but he could hear them, so that didn’t really matter.

“(Name), come back to me, please.” he begged. “I realised I never lowed her as much as I loved you. It was a mistake.”

“Ha,” she laughed. “Our relationship was a mistake too.”

Kagami fought the urge to jump from his hiding place and scream, “Burn!”

“Mistakes are lessons.” her ex frowned.

“Yeah, I learned that I should’ve never dated you, you stupid cheater.” she kicked him in the knee, making him stumble back. She looked over her shoulder with a tick on her forehead.

“Oi, Taiga, come out of that stupid hiding place now.” she growled, turning to him. Kagami cheekily stepped out.

She walked over to him.

“Didn’t I tell you to practice?” Kagami swore he saw flames occurring.

“I was curious, okay!”

“Curiosity killed the cat.”

“What, is it that time of the month or something?”

“TAIGA!”

♥︎ MIDORIMA:

The thing was, they were both honest. So when (Name) got that text from her ex’s number (whom she blocked, but got a new number just to text her), she didn’t think twice about telling it to Midorima.

“Just ignore him, nanodayo.” he said. She rolled her eyes as she watched him read mythology.

“Look, things between me and him cannot be settled if I don’t deal with it. I’m not running away from my problems.” she reasoned.

“At times like these, you don’t have to be the one adjusting. Why do you have to be the one to go to him, anyway? Has he never learned?” Midorima scowled, looking up from his book.

A smirk tugged on (Name)’s lips when the doorbell rang. “I guess he did.”

“Stay there. I’m talking to him outside. Don’t even think about eavesdropping.”

Midorima didn’t really think about doing that. But once he gave her the indirect idea, he couldn’t help but start fighting the urge to mind his own business.

He trusted her. He knew she would just dump him and spat at him and other things. But he couldn’t help but grow more curious of what they had to talk about. And besides, she could so handle that guy.

If she didn’t know, then it was as if he hadn’t eavesdropped anyway. Maybe.

He got up from his seat and made his way to the back of the house. Of course, they were going to talk at the front porch, so he inched a bit closer until they heard their voices. He leaned closer to the wall he rested his back on.

“I told you I needed more time, when I was ready again, why did you leave? Why did you replace me? You didn’t wait.”

“Well, I didn’t really promise I would come back for you.” she replied. She talked so casually it was as if they were only friends. She didn’t have that tone in her voice again when she talked to him, the gleam in her eyes, the smile on her face.

“And I didn’t replace you either.”

For a second, Midorima’s heart wanted to leap out of his chest. But he waited.

“Shin-chan told me nothing nor anyone is irreplaceable.” she shrugged. “They’re just invaluable.”

Midorima didn’t know how to react to that, nor did her ex. They were so quiet, you could hear the crickets talk.

“I’m telling you to find someone better.” she placed a hand on his shoulder. “You can go, you can move on.”

He scoffed, slapping her hand away, saying: “Whatever.” before darting away with an unamused look on his face.

Midorima immediately sprinted inside the house and opened his book, acting normal as she walked in.

“What happened, nodayo?”

She smiled cheekily.

“Nothing too spiritual.”

♥︎ TAKAO:

“Hey, (Name)-chan, look at this!” Takao stood up from the mat and started doing backflips. She giggled and clapped her hands.

“Way to go.” she complimented. “Teach me how to do it someday. That was so cool!”

“i know. I’m cool.” he pointed at himself proudly.

It’s summer, and Takao was more than happy to spend it with his girlfriend. The picnic in the park was her idea, and they’ll be going to the amusement park next week with their friend Midorima, in favour of Takao’s idea.

“I’m cool, too.” (Name) stuck her tongue out. “I beat Midorima in science thrice.” she held up three fingers. “That means I’m second in science, next to him, but whatever.”

“I can-“

“(Name).” a familiar blood-boiling voice said from behind Takao.

Takao watched at his girlfriend’s hesitation and shocked reaction as she look up at her ex boyfriend.

“We need to talk.”

Did he have to act like a cool guy? Cheating on her was not cool. Choosing other girls over her was not cool. And coming back for her to talk about that incident was not cool, too.

For a second, her and Takao locked eyes. He wanted him to go away, for her to tell him off, but instead, she was asking him for his permission.

“Why would you want to talk about it, anyway? Trying to find some open space to make her fall for you again?” Takao said coldly, his back still turned to him.

“It’s none of your business.” Ex replied. “This is between me and her.”

“It was until you pulled that girl between you.” Takao gritted his teeth. (Name) scooted closer and placed a hand on his.

“Calm down, I’ll be fine.” she reassured. “I’ll be back.” she nodded over to the guy, and they walked a good distance away from him.

For years, he’s been a bestfriend. It always hurt him to see them both together, to see her smile wider than his jokes ever did. But what made him snap was when she held those dead eyes and blunt personality.

Takao sighed and turned his back from them, trying to take his mind off of his negative thoughts.

They broke up, now it’s just you two. Lighten up.

After a few minutes, familiar arms wrapped itself around his torso and laid their head on his shoulder from behind.

“I’ll never come back to him.” she whispered, her voice full of emotion. “Thank you for dragging me out of that hell.”

Takao sighed and lightly squeezed her hand. “I love you.” he looked over his shoulder.

She smiled, leaning into him until their lips finally touched. “I love you too.” she replied through the kiss.

♥︎ KASAMATSU:

Kasamatsu was never good with girls.

So how did he get her, anyways? Well, who knew that he’d fall so hard for a girl that he ate all of that embarrassment and asked her out?

They’ve been dating for 2 years, but he still wasn’t used to getting too much affection and attention from her.

And there she was, talking with her ex boyfriend from 2 years ago. They started off from strangers, seeing her outside of campus, crying her eyes out. And things went on from there.

It was so long ago it didn’t come to mind that that guy would come back for her someday. He watched closely but quietly. They didn’t even know he was there. They just happened to be in the same place as him.

He didn’t know what to do. What if she comes back to him? What if he leaves her? Not only was his hard work going to waste, but he didn’t want to lose her, too.

From their distance, Kasamatsu couldn’t hear what they were talking about, so he tried his best to make out their words and actions.

Her ex put both of his hands on her shoulders and leaned in. (Name) was shocked, but eventually, milliseconds before their lips met, her hands made it’s way to his chest and pushed him away.

“Don’t ever touch me!” she shouted, even Kasamatsu heard it. She dusted her shoulders. She scowled at him before walking away, leaving the guy dumbfounded.

Kasamatsu didn’t know what was going on. He took the opportunity to meet up with her before she got to upset with earlier.

“Hey.” Kasamatsu said from behind the bench she was sitting on. Her angered expression was immediately replaced by a soft one.

“Hi.” she replied, lowering her head and smiling half-heartedly.

“So.. you were there?” she turned her head.

“Coincidentally, yeah.” he nodded, sitting next to her.

“You know I’d never come back to him, right?” she said, though her eyes never met his.

“After everything I did to get you? Psh.” he scoffed, making her smile softer and scoot next to him.

“Good, cause I’ll always be with you.” she laid her head on his shoulder, making him sigh and wrap his arms around hers.

♥︎ NIJIMURA:

“The guy’s been gone for a year. Open your eyes, (Name). He’s not coming back for you.” Ex said through gritted teeth. Nijimura watched from afar as his girlfriend stood infront of her ex boyfriend.

“Shut your mouth.” she shot back, her head lowered. “He’s coming back for me. I’ll never go back with a scum like you.”

“You’re-“

“She said she’s not coming back to you.” Nijimura said from behind her. She was so stunned, she didn’t move or speak a word.

“I’ve come back for her. I fulfilled my promise. You have no right to talk to her or even go near her. Not when I’m around.” he glared at ex.

“You left her alone for more than a year-“

“But we never stopped loving each other.” he emphasised his words, the guy in front of him felt threatened and darted off. Nijimura sighed lightly and turned to her.

“You’ve been out here for too long.” he chided, taking off his jacket and wrapping it around her shoulders, the snow continuing to fall down on them. “It was snowing, you should’ve worn thicker clothing or else you might’ve gone ill.”

“Shuzo.” she said each syllable as if it were her first time saying it. She snnaped out of her trance, tars flowing down from her cheeks as she ran into his arms. “You’re back.”

“I.. am.” he smiled lightly, pulling away to look into her eyes. And by that time, nothing else mattered. He placed his hand behind her head, pulling her in for a kiss.

Her fingers ran through his hair, savouring their moment. They pulled away, panting and foreheads touching.

“And if he comes back for me when you’re gone for next month?”

Nijimura shook his head. “He won’t. I’ll never leave your side again.”

#Akashi Seijuro #Kagami Taiga #Midorima Shintarou #Takao Kazunari #Kasamatsu Yukio #Nijimura Shuzo #KNB #Kuroko no Basket #Kuroko no Basuke

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DIFH x2 chapter 6: How Dare You!

Nalu multichap Basically it’s Natsu’s and Lucy’s point of views in which their away from each other and sad/mad about it.  And if any of you have read my other fics, You KNOW It’s going to have more Fluff in it than a Build-A-Bear Workshop and a Pillow factory combined! Sometimes so fluffy that it may seem out of character at times so yeah! (Better summary in first chapter!)

On fanfiction

Rating: T (swearing, puberty, violence, some mentions of abuse and there is sadness but there is not smut or sex in any way shape or form!)

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"Oh, Fuck."

"Hey, Gajeel, that's Levy voice-Wah!" Natsu yelped as Gajeel picked him and Happy. Natsu was really getting tired of being picked up and thrown.

"Sorry Salamander," Gajeel began, his bangs covering his eyes so all you could see was the grimace on his face. "But I can't lose this place…" And with that, Happy and Natsu were thrown out the hatch.

"AAAhHHH!"

"That sounds like…" Wendy started.

"NATSU!"

"Huh, so he was the light," Cana said, rubbing her chin. "Then mystery solved!" And she clapped her hands, a smug smile on her face. "I FUCKIN' TOLD YOU SO!"

Lucy stomped away from the startled group. Was this some sort of prank?! He was the "ghost"?! How DARE he?! And how DARE he come and mess up the party! She was going to give him the Lucy-kick of a lifetime! She was so angry!

Thump!

She quickly regretted walking away from the group though.

For Natsu saw her right away.

"NATSU! YOU JERK! HOW COU-"

"LUCY!"

Next thing Lucy knows is that she is tackled to the ground with a blubbering idiot practically strangling her in a comfy warm embrace, humming in delight. Her feet came off the off the ground as he jumped up and down and swung her around.

"LUCY! LUCY! LUCY!" He giggled, rubbing his cheeks and his nose against her now red ones, taking in her calming scent by poking his nose out of the mask. "Did you finally realise that we're cooler and that you should hang out with us?!"

"NO, YOU IDIOT! AND LET ME GO! THIS IS EMBARRASSING!" She said beating on his broad chest, yet he only held her tighter. He wasn't planning on letting go of her. Especially after he just got her. "Wait, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU HAVE ON YOUR HEAD?! ARE THOSE MY CLOTHES?!"

"Uh," He didn't want to say 'Hey Lucy! Yes they are your clothes because I can't handle not sleeping with you because I love you so much!' "Um…"

"WE WERE PLAYING NINJAS! SO WE USED YOUR CLOTHES FOR MASKS!" Happy cried. Natsu looked over at his little blue friend. The green sack that he always carried on his back was now wrapped around his tiny face. Happy, you are my hero! I'm gonna get you so many fish!

"Why can't you use your own clothes and not mine?!"

"Because it's more fun!" Happy said.

"You idiots!" Lucy screamed and punched Natsu in the face. Hard. That would leave a mark. After she did she scuttled away from him, standing up and glaring down at him in his sitting position, her hands on her hips. "And why are you out here anyways?! Did you follow me?!"

Yes, he thought.

"No we didn't! We were playing in these woods! And can't WE have a BOYS night too!" He jumped up, only to bend down to be level in Lucy's face.

Lucy was so cute when she was mad. Well, she's always cute but at the moment she was more flustered than mad. Actually, she's scary when she's mad. When she's flustered, she puffed up her cheeks and pouted her lips. She scrunches up her shoulders, her arms going back and stands on her tiptoes, kinda like a cat trying to look bigger, (Even though she is barely 5'0, and compared to his 5'9, it was nothing.) And her voice also gets higher and higher and louder and louder, the "madder" she gets.

"Hey! Why do you still have my clothes on your head?! Give 'em back!"

"NO! They're mine now!" He said as she tried to pull them off and he tried to keep it on. Since Lucy wasn't going to back down, Natsu began to try to run away only to have Lucy chase after him. The girls watched them, either trying to hold back the snickers or trying to not fangirl.

"They are so in love," Lisanna said, biting her lip to keep from giggling.

"I know right?" Happy said, now sitting next to the girls.

"Hey Levy~! Did you bring out any of that popcorn?" Mira asked, an evil gleam in her eyes. "I wanna see how this turns out!"

"Sorry, Mira! I didn't!" the bluenette answered. She was slightly worried for her blonde friend. Although Levy knew that they were only play fighting, it was still strange that Natsu and Happy were here.

"How do you put up with them all the time? I can barely handle it in the guild," Evergreen asked Wendy.

"I don't really know. They did stuff like this when I first met them when we got the Oracion Seis. I honestly thought they were together. When I found out that they weren't I was surprised. After that I got used to it!" She shrugged and smiled.

"Well, I get rather irritated by it!" Carla said. "They act like a couple, so they need to stop kicking the bush and just get together! It's foolish and annoying!"

"I was gonna say the same thing about us Carla~!"

"I wasn't talking to you, Tomcat!"

"So...Are ghosts not... real?" Erza, her fist clenched and shaking with rage, looked as if she was about to cry or explode. Maybe both? "Was it just NATSU?!"

"Oh, SHIT! Run, Natsu! Run!"

"What the fuck do think I'm doing, Cana?!"

"Yeah, but Erza's about to beat your ass!"

"WHAT?!" His eyes bugged out of his head. He tried running faster, only to slam into the red-head herself and fall on his butt. She glared down at him, her sword with it's gleaming sharp edge going at his throat. She would show no mercy. Lucy slowed to a stop behind him, knowing that Erza would give him a worthy punishment.

"You ruined our ghost hunt!"

"I'm sorry! I didn't know you were on a ghost hunt or whatev-"

He didn't get to finish his sentence as Erza threw him straight through a tree trunk. Wood splinters exploded everywhere. Ok, now Lucy felt bad for him. If he was a normal human, he probably would've been dead, but he's Natsu. But still, that looked like it hurt! Erza dusted off her hands as she looked at the boy struggling to get out.

"You're lucky I'm feeling nice today," Erza threatened, glaring at the pinkette.

"You're NEVER nice!"

"What was that?!"

"Nothing ma'am!"

As the grumbling Erza walked away, Natsu tried getting himself out. Luckily his arms were out so he tried to push against the tree yet he was still stuck. Maybe he could light himself on fire? Why did Erza have to be so mean? He didn't mean to get in their way. It wasn't his fault he got thrown out a window by an asshole… He just wanted to see Luce...

"You dummy…"

Natsu looked up from his position and saw the goddess herself. Fireflies glowed around her making her seem to glow even more than she already did. Mavis, why did she have to be so… so...so Lucy! She looked down at him, shaking her head slightly with a small smile on her pretty face. She giggled softly, rosy pink dusting her cheeks.

"First, I'm taking these back," She said as she took off the mask that Natsu was wearing on his head. When she took it off she couldn't help but blush even more and her heart skipped a beat. The face he was making was so cute! He looked like a little kid! His big green eyes looked up at her, looking like the eyes of an innocent child looking at a Christmas tree. His lips parted slightly opened in surprise, kinda like a fish. His messy fluffy pink hair was even more messy from the mask. His cheeks were dusted slightly pink…

Mavis, I wish I could tell you how much I love you…

Natsu, still stuck in the tree, could only stare in awe at the beautiful angel who stole his heart. She was just so kind. He didn't deserve her kindness, yet here she was…

"Here," She said sweetly, smiling, putting her small hands, palms up, in front of him. "Take my hands and I'll help pull you out, okay?"

Most of the girls had gone inside. It was cold outside. And since they now knew who their "ghost" was, there was no point. (And some were tired of seeing "NALU" moments for they already saw it all the time anyways) The few who remained were only Wendy, Carla, Juvia, Levy. And Happy. (Erza probably would've stayed too if she weren't so angry with Natsu) They stood silently watching the couple who were in their own little world.

Natsu hesitantly brought his large hands closer to hers, as if he was afraid he would break them. He always liked the feeling of her hands. They were so tiny compared to his. And they were so soft. And yet, she still had calluses on them from fighting... As his big rough warm hands engulfed hers, he gently pawed at them. Looking as if he was trying to get a good grip when really, he just wanted to hold them...

"I'm going to pull you out on 3."

He hummed in agreement, lost in her gorgeous chocolate eyes.

"1...2...3!" she said as she heaved.

Even as she tugged with all her might, he wouldn't budge. She tugged and yanked and still nothing. She huffed. Damn, he's really stuck! "Uh, Could I get a little help, please?" She looked over to see the few people who were left. Wendy and Carla had gotten tired so they went to bed, while Happy pestered Carla.

"Oh, right!" Levy said. "C'mon Juvia! I could cast some solid script butter to make it slippery..."

"Yes! And Juvia will use water to push him out!"

After Levy casted her butter spell, she slipped it between Natsu and the tree. Lucy still kept yanking away.

"Now, Juvia!"

"WATER BLASTER!"

The idea worked. But it worked too well! For as soon as Natsu was free, him and Lucy went flying towards the trees, soaking wet from Juvia's spell.

"Holy shit!"

"LUCY! HANG ON!" Natsu immediately brought Lucy to his chest. Wrapping his arms around her petite frame, cradling her to him tightly. The forest around them becoming a blur of green and brown, and the pitch black sky. She clung to him, fingers digging desperately into his shirt. Both of their eyes closed as they braced for impact. As they soared through the air, he spun themselves around so if they were to crash, he would take all the impact. He can't bear seeing her hurt...

"GATE OF THE LAMB! I CALL UPON THEE! ARIES!"

Instead of hitting something hard, he hit pink fluffy wool. Relief washed over him as he realised that they were safe.

"I-I'm so sorry, Miss Lucy! I-I should've done that faster!" said Aries, looking away and shaking her head and shuffled her feet, ashamed of herself.

"You have nothing to be sorry about, Aries! You did great! Thank you! You saved us!" Lucy assured. Lucy was always worried about Aries. She didn't like how she would always beat herself up over things. It's not healthy!

"R-really, Miss Lucy?"

"Lucy! Natsu! Are you okay?!" Lucy looked to see Levy and Juvia running toward them.

"Juvia's sorry that you two went so far! At least you two are safe!"

"At least we got you out of there Natsu!"

"Miss Lucy, I'm g-going back home okay?"

"Absolutely! Great job! Good night!" Lucy called. Aries returned a soft 'good night' back and disappeared back to the Celestial World.

"Speaking of going home, since we got Natsu out, we should be heading back to my place! It's past one!"

"Wow! It's that late?! Juvia didn't notice!"

"Uh, Natsu? You can let me go now…" Lucy said, although she really didn't want to leave, a blush still adorning her cute face as she looked up at him. She fidgeted with the buttons that held his black one sleeved jacket closed. Oh man, her friends were definitely going to tease her about this. Natsu was lying on his back against the fluff Aries made and on his chest, Lucy had her head (She smiled as she heard him purr slightly), while one strong arm wrapped around her waist, the other held her head under his chin. He flushed slightly, not even noticing that he was still holding onto her. It just felt so natural...

"Oh, yeah. Um, here."

"Thank you!" Lucy exclaimed as she stood up since he finally released her, patting his head then made it go to hold his cheek, which he placed his much larger hand over top of and leaned into it, nuzzling his nose into her palm and closed his eyes trying to take in her scent one last time. She giggled at his "sleepiness" and rubbed her thumb against his cheek. "It's good to see you safe and sound. I'm going to go back with the girls and continue our sleepover but don't worry! We'll hang out tomorrow! So I'll see you later! Good night! You look like you could use some sleep!"

You have no idea..., he thought. He just stayed in that position for some time, trying to be with her a little bit longer, when she slid his hand out from his, away from his face. Though he still held on to her little hands…

"Hey, Sleepyhead! You can't sleep yet, you need to go home!"

"You're my home…"

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch that. What did you say?"

Shit, he thought. He flushed slightly, he didn't realise he said that outloud… "I, uh, said that I'll go home! Yeah! I'll go home! G'night Luce!"

She giggled yet again. "Good night, Natsu! Sleep beautiful dreams!" As she hopped along to meet with Levy and Juvia.

I won't get beautiful dreams if you're not there...He watched her figure as she left. Not even noticing the two other girls as she did.

Shit… Guess we came here for nothing...Although as always he was grateful for every moment he had with her. But she still wasn't with him in the end like he wanted. It wasn't like he didn't want her to see her friends, it's just… He wanted be with her too. And it wasn't like he never hung out with his friends, actually Natsu hung out with the guys quite often. (If you call hanging out, fighting and insulting each other) Not as much as he hung out with Luce of course but still… He sat in the pink fluff as he thought on what he should do now, when Happy came up to him.

"Hey! You're out of the tree! Carla still won't listen to me! I saw the girls heading back! What should we do now buddy?" He purred happily walking up to his friend. Natsu slowly brought his right hand to his chest, where his heart was still beating wildly. Happy noticed and started to get worried. "Hey! What's wrong?! Are you going to get all weird again?! Should I get stuff?!"

"No," Natsu said smiling slightly. "Fly me to Lucy's place will ya, buddy?"

Happy was at first surprised at Natsu's request but smiled after he understood. "AYE SIR!" Happy picked Natsu up in his paws and zoomed above the forest and city into the night. Only when they finally made it to Lucy's house did Happy stop, climbing through the window. As Natsu put his feet on the ground he walked toward the bed. He took off his wet sticky clothes leaving him only in his boxers, placing his precious scarf on the nightstand. He pulled the light pink covers back as he climbed in on his belly. He grabbed her pillow and shoved his face into it. The familiar rumbling in his chest came. It isn't her but it'll have to do…

Happy came in the room, half a fish in his mouth that he probably got from Lucy's fridge. He jumped onto the bed, finishing his fish and started kneading the bed by Natsu's head, purring. When Happy deemed it worthy, he curled up into a ball.

"Night Night, Natsu!"

"Yeah... G'night…"

"Hey what's wrong? You're not happy!"

Natsu chuckled at Happy's antics. He flipped over on his back as he stared at the ceiling. Again he placed his hand in the middle of his shirtless chest, right where his heart was beating fast and hard. Even this far away she still had an effect on him.

"I've got it real bad...Don't I, Happy?"

Happy realised what he was talking about and thought of a way to tell his friend. "I don't know, Natsu," Happy said in professional voice. "Let's see what Dr. Happy has to say! Hmm, sweating palms," Happy pawed at his palms.

"Stupid grin on your face…"

"Hey!"

"Your eyes look all mushy and lovey dovey...Your cheeks are red...You doing stuff for her and taking care of her all the time… You always worrying about her… You always go to see her… You caring about every single thing about her… The fact that you can't sleep without her…You always going to check on her and make sure she's ok...And OH MY!" Happy gasped dramatically, laying on the pinkette's chest. "Your hearts going a gazillion trillion miles a minute and… You're purring~! Aye sir! This is the worst case of Lovesickness I've ever seen!"

Natsu let out a hearty laugh. He was really glad he had a friend like Happy. Happy would be there for him no matter what and Natsu will always be there for him. Happy was also someone he could talk to about his feelings for Luce.

"And you know what the cure is?" His blue cat continued.

"What's the cure, Doc?" Natsu asked still smiling.

"The only cure is you telling Lucy about your lovesickness."

Natsu immediately stopped laughing, looking like he'd seen the ghost that the girls were looking for. "Oh, no. Nononononononono!" Natsu cried, shaking his head wildly, pulling at his pink locks. "Are you crazy Happy?! I'm not good enough for her! And if she ever finds out, she would feel sad because she doesn't love me back! And then she'd stay away from me! Then she'd never talk to me again! Then I won't be able to hang out with her anymore! Then she-"

"Stop," Happy had placed his paw on Natsu's mouth to keep him from talking. "Take deep breaths. You're acting like a fish out of water."

Natsu flipped over shoving his face back into her pillow and groaned. "This fucking sucks! I can't tell her and I can't stop loving her. I can't do fucking anything!"

Happy sighed and started to knead Natsu's back, trying to relax him and help him sleep. He knew that Natsu will probably never tell her. As brave and fearless as Natsu was in battle, he was a wuss when it came to Lucy, but only with telling her how he feels. Yet she also made him stronger too. He could do anything when it came to Lucy, well, except for telling her how he felt, but other than that, Natsu would do anything and everything for her or because of her. Happy was about to ask Natsu if he was feeling better when he heard a loud snore.

"Hehe, Night night, Natsu!" Happy then finally curled up on Natsu's back, letting Natsu's rising and falling of his breathing to lull him to sleep.

If only Natsu knew that Lucy had the lovesickness too!

Bleh. I kinda feel like my writing has been getting less detailed as the story goes on but whatever. IT SHALL GO ON!

(By the way, I know that Lucy isn't that short, but you know what? I absolutely love the thought of a tiny cute smol Lucy and a tall-ish Natsu! So yeah, please be chill about that.)

Love y'all!

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[uta-no-knb]

Kuroko kise kagami and akashi with an so who is invisible like kuroko Seriously 7 months I've been attending my College and when I went to ask my class incharge something she was like "who are you? Are you in my class??"

This is kinda funny-not in your case but for the characters. So I decided to change it to make it that the s/o is kuroko’s sister (with the exception of Kuroko himself-I have a plot twist for him XD)

Also I did this in the form of headcanons with really short scenarios. I tried really hard, but most of these guys would have the same reaction

Akashi

We all know Akashi wouldn’t lose sight of you-never

He would make sure that the two of you had all your classes together

Even if you are Kuroko’s sister, he would still be able to spot you

Seriously, even if you’re lost in a crowd, he would find a way to find you

Attempting to scare him backfires immensely.

“(F/N), I know you’re there.”

“Damn it”

The only time I can see him actually losing sight of you is if he’s sleep deprived or sick

He’s very delusional and out of it

You better believe that you and Kuroko used this to your advantages

However, there will be times while in this state, he would still be able to find both of you

Honestly, the only way he would ever lose sight of you is if you were an actual ghost

POSSIBLE SCENARIO

Akashi: *sneezes*

Mibuchi: Sei-chan, *hands a tissue* You’re sick. Why are you in school?

Akashi: *blows nose* Student Council responsibilities.

Mayuzumi: Hey (F/N)

Akashi: *stares in confusion and turns around to find you standing there* When did you get here?

(F/N): wait…you didn’t know I was here? The whole time…for the past 20 minutes? *stares in disbelief but smiles* 

Mayuzumi: *smirks*

Akashi: …Mibuchi, you’re in charge of practice. I’m going home. *leans against your shoulder* Help get me home

(F/N): *hands Akashi to Mibuchi to help get him to the bench to lie down*

*F/N looks over at Mayuzumi*

(F/N): Please tell me you got that on tape, Mayuzumi-senpai

Mayuzumi: Are you kidding? Why would I pass up on this blackmail *holds up phone with smug grin*

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Kagami

Unlike Akashi, he would constantly lose sight of you

This leads him to a mini panic attack

Turns out to be a great way to scare him

You would love to mess with him

most likely pop up out of no where

and sneak into his house when he’s not home with Nigou

Kuroko would definitely be down to help you to have even less presence when around him.

Misdirection overflow to the extreme.

“Waa! Oi! (F/N)! Where did you go?!” Kagami exclaimed, as he looked at the spot next to him, where you were originally standing. 

“…How could you lose my sister?”

“IT’s not my fault she has little presence like you!”

“I had to use the bathroom, Tai-chan.”

Letting out a scream, he jumped as he saw you standing next to your bother. 

“When did you-”

“She/I was here the whole time,” you and your brother said in unison. 

Kagami paused as he tried to get his heartrate back down to normal; however, he immedietly realized something. “You used Misdirection Overflow again, didn’t you?”

The two of you smiled and gave each other a fist bump.

“Stop messing with me, you two!”

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Kise

Like Kagami, he would lose sight of you

Which you found weird since he can spot your brother 97% of the time

There are times where you swear that he’s gay

He’s also a natural blond so…..

“Waaah! (F/N)-chii! Where did you go?!”

You would be standing behind him most of the time.

Since you two go to different schools, he would beg Kuroko to make sure you were in the same class as him.

That way, he knows where you are and if you attended school

you refer to this as “kise protection mode”

Like with Kagami, you would have your brother help mess with the blond-especially when he pisses you off

you would even get the help of Kasamatsu

POSSIBLE SCENARIO

“Kuroko-chii!” Kise exclaimed, as he and the rest of his team entered the Seirin gym. 

Before the hyper blond could hug him, he stepped to the side, which caused the blond model to end up hugging Kagami. 

“Hello to you too, Kise-kun.” 

“Kuroko-chii,” he whined, only to straighten up. “Where’s (F/N)-chii?! She’s here isn’t she.”

“You guys can place your bags over on those benches,” Riko said to Kasamatsu, as she gestured to the bleachers over her shoulder. 

With a nod, Kasamatsu led his team to the bleachers-while trying to stable his shaking legs. 

“I’m so excited to play against you again, Kuroko-chii!” Kise yelled.

“Do you have to yell, Kise?”

The blond let out yet another scream, this time causing you and everyone else in the gym to cover their ears. “When did you get here, (F-N)-chii?!”

“I was here the whole time,” you shrugged. 

“How did I miss you?”

With a sigh, Kasamatsu walked over to his kouhai and gave him a kick in the butt. “She has light blue hair, moron! How can you even miss her? She’s your girlfriend.”

“Kise…forgot about me?” you whimpered, turning around and crying into Izuki’s  chest. 

“Waa-That’s not tru-”

“Way to go. You made a girl cry, idiot!” Kasamatsu, yet again kicked his ace. 

“Kise-kun. That is nothing compared to what I’m about to do to you for making (F/N) cry.”

Meanwhile, while this was taking place

“…Stop the act, (F/N).” 

“This is amusing…let’s keep it up for a while,” you chuckled. 

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Kuroko (S/O = Akashi’s sister)

Much like Akashi, he wouldn’t lose sight of you

he’s just that awesome

No one is better at having little presence than him

Since he also is rarely noticed - unless by people who actually try to find him-, it’s easy for him to find you

Like Akashi, if he’s sleep deprived, then he would miss you

This is a rare event to occur though. 

Even Akashi loses sight of you..and you’re his sister

Overall, it would be hard since you have red hair like your brother. 

POSSIBLE SCENARIO

*while hanging out with Aomine*

F/N: *sits in front of them*

Kuroko: Hello, (F/N)-chan

Aomine: *screams in surprise and jumps backwards* When did you get here?!

(F/N): I was here since the beginning. You are the one who sat next to me

Kuroko: Aomine-kun…she has red hair….how could you miss her?

So here’s the reason why I made Kuroko’s s/o related to Akashi. Originally, Fujimaki had wanted to make Akashi and Kuroko brothers (which is why their hairstyles are the same), but went against it….so that’s the main reason why. 

I hope headcanons were alright…they all have somewhat similar reactions to this…so it was tricky. I hope its alright! 

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