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themadsquirrel09 · 4 months

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On our hands

Written for this 🧡 @kenmanweek2023 ❤️

Fandom ☆ South Park

Ship ☆ KenMan ♡ KenEric (Eric Cartman x Kenny McCormick)

Characters ☆ Kenny, Eric, bit of Mr. Kitty, Stan, Kyle, “Firkle” Smith.

Rating ☆ M

Warnings ☆ Violence, drugs (well, just tegridy), swearing, fluffiness that might give you cavities. They are aged up here. Also, English is not my native language; If you find mistakes, and tell me so I can fix them, I thank you.

Summary ☆ Kenny wonders what is it that keeps him close to his childhood friends, that night he finds out part of that answer.

About it ☆ December 6th's theme was “Clubhouse!” I’m turning up late because I couldn't stop editing =u=’’ This fanfic works as a one shot, it is also part of an AU I'm slowly working on.

☆ 2664 words ☆

With love: (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ Stan

If I think about it, my life is damped by weirdness, dread, fun, and death. Maybe that's why I don't think about it, I just try to face it all with an unreadable look, and a calm disposition. It's ironic, then, that I find satisfaction in those moments of intense feeling, when I can’t contain laughter, pleasure, surprise, or even anger.

Makes me wonder if that’s why we are still always around each other; the four of us, I mean, it is like something sticks us together. Is it my love for intense feelings what keeps me close to my favorite assholes?

I make it to the bus stop, lazy steps, a bit of a blurred view, both because of the snow, and the black eye I have. I'm the first one here today, it's just me, and the snowflakes descending, dancing at the will of the fierce wind.

It's so fucking cold, but I have a trick for it. I look around to make sure nobody is close, take a deep breath, and start singing.

“Alone at the edge of a universe humming a tune

For merely dreaming we were snow”

Smiling, feeling how my body relaxes a little, I keep the tempo in mind.

“A siren sounds like the goddess

Who promises endless apologies of paradise

And only she can make it right

So things are different tonight”

Almost without noticing, my eyes are closed, and I'm gesturing with my hands.

“We'll go together in flight”

My left hand bumps on something, someone! I jump to the side; it can't be sweet (possibly drunk) Stan, or an always open to listen Kyle, it has to be Eric fucking Cartman. I throw off my balance, and he grabs me by the hoodie’s collar, pulling me close to his face like he wants to fight.

He seems pissed, but not exactly, like some emotion I can't name burns from inside.

“Your face looks like shit!” He snaps.

“Fuck off!” He scoffs, and releases me slowly, almost like he waits until I have my balance back to do it. Weirded out by how quiet he gets, I have to ask: “What’s wrong with you, dumb-ass?”

“With me? I’m not the one with an ass-face.”

“Ass-face?” That reminds me of an old joke we pulled together, and I’m about to laugh, but he doesn't seem amused; he points at his right eye. Oh, the black eye! I almost forgot. “Yeah, well...” I trail off, I don't know why, I really want to talk about anything that isn’t my singing, so maybe he forgets about it.

“You are still doing it, aren't you, Kenny?” He takes out a cigarette package, and puts one between his lips. Then he starts looking for something as he keeps speaking. “You know, playing to be the hero at night”.

I freeze.

How? Among all the possibilities, how does he know? He looks at me, and when our eyes lock, he seems surprised for a second, then he looks away.

That unreadable look I try to keep dropped for a second, Eric caught me smiling like an idiot, (not my polite smile, neither the one I use to flirt); there’s just something about it that makes me happy. Cartman is now searching in his backpack, frustrated.

Getting close, I take out my matches, and light one. I've always loved everything about that: the smell of the matches, the way it sounds when you light it, the fire itself; even if I've died burnt alive, I still feel the same.

Since I'm so enamored looking at the flame, I flinch a little when Cartman takes my hand, he holds it still, and lights his cigarette. I look at Eric's soft features as he takes a drag with his eyes closed.

How is it that someone like him makes me feel calm right now?

“Ok, you got me.” I finally say; when he looks at me, I take the match, and turn it off with my tongue, enjoying the sensation, the taste, and, of course, the disgusted look on Eric's face. I laugh at him, and I catch him smiling at that.

“Are you smoking, again, Cartman?!” Kyle still tries to be the moral compass of this group, and so he tries to bat the cigarette out of Eric's hand, while dragging a mildly drunk Stan.

The day takes its course.

It is one of those days, though, when I find myself standing close to Cartman, sitting at the desk next to him, feeling like smoking when he sneaks out. Listening to his voice, following every senseless word.

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It shouldn't be such a surprise, that when the night comes, and I find myself looking at Mysterion in the mirror, I remember what Eric said in the morning.

“Was he worried?” The question comes out loud, followed by a snort. I feel so stupid for even considering that, and at the same time, I can't shake the feeling that my hunch is correct.

But I have to focus, this is important to me. All the other's took it as a game, and that's ok, I guess, sometimes I wonder if everything is just a sick game.

I wonder if I'll ever run out of lives.

I always find myself face to face with that question when death is near, and it is happening again, right now, as a rabbit masked guy punches me in the face. Oh no, not the eye that was already black, you motherfucker. I punch back as hard as I can, and look at the little goth, who's crying. He is the victim this time, I might not get his money back, but at least he will be alive.

“Dude! Fucking run!” I get to say before the creep gets up, and hits me right in the gut. I fall to the floor, but feel relieved when I see the goth is already running away.

Through my grunts, and the sound of the beating I'm taking, I hear a siren. Immediately, my attacker stops, and bails. He doesn’t even pick up the gun I got to kick from his hand. The fuck just happened? Has my luck finally changed? I smile at the thought of that, then I pass out.

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“Did I die, and went to heaven... again?” I ask faintly when all I can see are those pensive eyes so close to mine, illuminated by colorful lights. The puzzled look is also pretty.

“If you think this is heaven, I'll have to take you to the hospital.” I shake my head at the word hospital. Where did you go?

“I hate hospitals!”

“I know, Kenny, but then why do you keep doing this?” He comes back with a wet cloth, and keeps cleaning my face; I start to understand little by little.

“Eric?”

“What?!” He snaps, why is he pissed?

“Where am I?”

“In our Clubhouse.” Even now that we grew up, this place is huge. Cartman even had electricity installed, but it all looks so much better! Like he has been spending a lot of time here. I think about what he just said, our clubhouse, huh? Smiling hurts, but I can't help it.

“How did I get here?” He looks at me for a bit. I wonder if it is the colorful Christmas lights he uses for the place, how he patiently cleans my wounds, or a concussion, but I can't stop noticing how cute he is. Well, at least with my good eye.

“How the fuck am I supposed to know? I heard a noise, I followed it, and found you here.” I can’t remember that, it hurts my head just to try.

“Why are you helping me?” He laughs.

“How do you know I'm helping you? Maybe I'm just curious to see you die.” Eric puts his hands around my neck, and presses a bit. He has the softest hands I've ever felt. I let out a satisfied hum.

“Erotic asphyxiation has been one of my favorite deaths, go ahead then.” He lets go instantly.

“Goddammit, Kenny!” Cartman stands up, and storms out. I close my eye for a second, and breath, trying to stop myself from laughing, as it really hurts. I hear his steps on the wood, the water running. We even got plumbing installed, didn't we?

When I look at him from afar, a realization hits me, my laughter dies instantly.

I haven't noticed because the mask, ears, and cape are missing, but Eric is in his disguise: he is The Coon. Looking down, I find I'm laying over a sleeping bag, and it is not a cover what keeps me warm, but The Coon's cape. My heart hammers with all its might, like it wants to be left out to curse, and explode.

I wonder if this time I'm going to die from a heart attack.

Why would you save my life, and then lie about it?! It can't be, right? But I have to know. So I stand up, ignoring how much it fucking hurts, grabbing what I can to get close to him. He turns, maybe at the sound of my steps, and rushes to me just before my legs give up, I fall into his arms, and we both land on the floor.

“Kenny!” Oh, you can’t fake that voice, that urgent look in the eyes. He curses as he takes me back to the sleeping bag. “Kenny, what the hell?”

“You fucking liar!” He ignores my accusation, as he seems more worried about treating a reopened wound. “If you just want to see how I die, then stop trying, let me die!” I bat his hand away from me, and Eric turns red out of anger, but it also looks like he is about to cry.

“Shut up, Kenny, you asshole!” I take my hand to his face, and place it in his burning cheek.

“You don't wanna see me die, huh? You saved my life,” He looks at me, his frown dissolves. “Admit it!”

“OK! You got me! God fucking damn it,” He leans a bit into my hand. “Will you stop crying now?” Then he goes back to the bandages, tightening loose ends.

“I'm not crying.”

“Ha! Who's the liar now? Fucker,” As he says that, he goes away for a bit, and when I touch my face I notice that yes, I'm crying, I'm not really sure why, but it is relieving, so I let the tears flow.

Eric comes back. “Here,” he offers me a neatly made blunt, “You are always on about the medicinal powers of weed, and shit.” Honestly, I never thought he was listening to me. I grab him, and pull him into a hug.

“Let me go, Kenny… ” He says weakly, not bothering to fight my affection. And I remember this morning, I was wondering what kept me close to Stan, Kyle, and Cartman. I'm pretty sure about the answer now, at least when it comes to Eric.

“I don't wanna let go,” He sits up slowly, and I cling onto his neck, allowing him to lift me up. “Thank you, Eric,” I say, holding him tight. And it is weird, how the happiness, and affection I feel at this moment makes me forget about the physical pain. As a reply, I feel his arms wrap around me softly.

“Am I a hero?” I really wish I noticed before that I wasn't the only one who took it seriously. I finally let him go, to look into his eyes.

“You are a hero,” I admit, he smiles, seeming sincerely touched; I take his hands in mine, and hold them, “You are my hero.” I enjoy the shocked, then flustered look as he struggles to escape my grip. It is not everyday you get to see the shy side of Cartman, it is like the hidden face of the moon.

I take the blunt from his hand, and look for my matches. When I find them, I place myself with my back against the wall, he sits beside me. I take a drag, and pass it to him before it goes out. When I watch how the smoke escapes his lips, I feel mine go dry remembering our kissing lessons; but then I look at his eyes, and notice the dark circles under them.

“This place looks better than ever, are you living here, or what?”

“Sometimes. I like it here.”

“You said it is our clubhouse, so I can come whenever I want, right?”

“Well… ” He gives me back the blunt, and gets himself inside the sleeping bag, “Only if you finish it.”

“The hell are you talking about, Eric?”

“The song, the one you were singing at the bus stop.”

“Dude,” my voice comes out low, but my heart protests loudly; now I'm the one feeling shy. “It's a fucking long song, like 7 minutes, shit!”

“I don't care, Kenny, it is our clubhouse, but my garden. If you wanna make a deal, start singing.” He lies on his side, smiling at me, so full of himself. Then he closes his eyes; I know it won't take him long to fall asleep. Fuck!

Fuck it.

I take that old smartphone the guys gave me years ago, and play the song's karaoke. I breathe into my gut, and let it out.

“Alone at the edge of a universe humming a tune

For merely dreaming we were snow

A siren sounds like the goddess

Who promises endless apologies of paradise

And only she can make it right

So things are different tonight”

It might be dumb, but the song makes sense to me for the first time. I take another puff, looking at Eric, wondering if he is still awake.

“We'll go together in flight”

I hope he is sleeping, as I slowly lie on my side, facing him, making sure not to sing too loud the next part.

“It's now and never

A reverie endeavor

Awaits somnambulant directives

To take the helm

Believe me, darling

The stars were made for falling

Like melting obelisks

As tall as another realm”

Oh, shit, the part in french! If he is listening, he'll never let me live this one down.

But I’m determined to finish what I started.

“Un ensemble d'enfants

La galaxie s'étend

Jardin de l'imagination

Combler la lacune

Roller passé la lune

Comme nous evoluons

It feels like flying

But maybe we're dying

A cosmic confluence of

Pyramids hologrammed

She knows you heard her

Staging music murder

In line before the show began

To be where I am”

I hear a noise, that's when I see Mr. Kitty!

The cat comes right to me, and crashes our foreheads, which hurts, but mostly makes me laugh; I take it as cat affection. He climbs Cartman’s side, who grunts softly, but seems asleep.

“To know

We are beyond a bow

And lo, the hues arrange to show

It's perfectly clear”

It is strange how Eric can look so peaceful. His hands are right in front of me, so I take them in mine.

There’s no reaction.

“You look quite divine tonight

Here among these vibrant lights

Pure delights surround us as we sail

Signed, yours truly, the whale

Joy mirage's kingdom come

No one left at stake

Now that existence is on the wake

Let's see what we can make”

Mr. Kitty climbs down, and lies right between us, looking at me.

I hum, then sing a bit to him, getting a loud purr as a reply.

“Bye, hi

Sigh, Hawaii

We never meant to part

Sublime, thy art

One light

Higher than the Sun

Invisible to some

Until it's time”

At the last verse, my gaze falls on our hands, and I fight how sleepy I am just to linger a bit in the sensation.

Drifting to the point of no return, I feel Eric’s hands squeezing mine lightly, I wonder if I'm already dreaming.

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The end (for now!)

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Final notes 💌

I loved writing this, and I hope you loved reading it!

A little of context: they are in the last year of school. If something is left unsaid, it is because I'm slowly working on this AU for my favorite troublemakers.

About the song: I chose one that would suit Kenny’s voice, I thought this one was good, and my own Mr Kitty agreed! Kenny learned to sing, reaching a professional level on S04E04 ∣ Quintuplets 2000. That song, as I see it, ended up working on more levels than expected, you can find it here.

#kenmanweek2023 #day 2: clubhouse #south park fanfiction #sp kenman #cw violence #cw weed #cw swearing #kenny mccormick #eric cartman #sp fanfiction #kenman #south park #keneric #squeethelines

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girl4music · 3 months

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WYNONNA: “Out already? Didn't even have time to send flowers.”

BUNNY LOBLAW: “It was just a fancy faint.”

WYNONNA: “Yeah, the cat made a bed in your ass crack.”

BUNNY LOBLAW: “The doctor said I'm fine. I'm as healthy as an ox.”

WYNONNA: “With the cankles to match.”

BUNNY LOBLAW: “Listen. I am just here to tell Officer Haught that despite the day's events, she will not be getting my support.”

WYNONNA: “She saved your life, you incorrigible bitch.”

BUNNY LOBLAW: “Perhaps. But she does not belong here in Purgatory. She is not our... people.”

WYNONNA: “Are you a xenophobe or a homophobe?”

BUNNY LOBLAW: “Why pick just one?”

WYNONNA: “Even though it was against her best interest, Nicole did the right thing. She always does the right thing, no matter what. That's the kind of person who should be Sheriff.”

BUNNY LOBLAW: “I'll keep that in mind.”

WYNONNA: “No. Bunny... shouldn't we talk about what really happened today? What's really got your pearls all twisted?”

BUNNY LOBLAW: “I don't know what you're talking about.”

WYNONNA: “What you saw. Because you saw something, didn't you, Bun Bun?”

BUNNY LOBLAW: “It was just a dream, a terrible dream. Like the one where I'm on the cruise ship with all the shirtless... Portuguese sailors.”

WYNONNA: “Okay, there's a lot to unpack there. But no... you weren't dreaming. See, you think you want to know the things Nedley's been keeping secret. You don't. That monster you saw today, it's just... the tip of the iceberg.”

BUNNY LOBLAW: “Iceberg?”

WYNONNA: “If you don't back Nicole for Sheriff, I am sending that monster and all of his demon friends... to your house.”

BUNNY LOBLAW: “You can't and you won't.”

WYNONNA: “Oh, bless your cold, withered heart. You think you could handle another "fancy faint"? Then Nicole Haught's gonna be the next Sheriff. Okay? Have a lovely day.”

BUNNY LOBLAW: “I need to get to church.”

WYNONNA: “You gotta book yourself that cruise.

*she turns around to see Nicole stood at the doorway*

How long have you been listening?”

NICOLE: “It would've been rude to interrupt.”

WYNONNA: “Naughty Haughty.”

NICOLE: “How's your head? Because... I feel like I can hear space and time. Hair of the dog?”

*opens two bottles of alcohol, hands one to Wynonna*

WYNONNA: “Officer Haught. At work?”

NICOLE: “Well, some rules are made to be broken.”

WYNONNA: “Huh. Maybe you would be a good wife.”

NICOLE: “Ah, thank you. But you're not my type. You cheat at drinking games.

*they laugh and Nicole holds out her bottle*

Truce?”

WYNONNA: “More than a truce. A win.

*they clink bottles*

You know, I used to think you were an outsider too. And that things would get too demony and you would... go and leave my sister with a broken heart.”

NICOLE: “Wynonna, I love her.”

WYNONNA: “Ew.

*smiles*

Also, you better.”

NICOLE: “And I love you, too. I mean, I know it's terribly unfair and sometimes I really get... jealous, because you get to be...”

WYNONNA: “Get to be what?”

NICOLE: “You.”

WYNONNA: “You know, you're staked to this land, same as me. You never had a choice.”

NICOLE: “What do you mean?”

WYNONNA: “It wasn't Black Badge who saved you from the Cult of Bulshar massacre, Nicole. It was an idealistic local cop.”

*pulls out a photograph of a younger Sheriff Nedley with his arm around a young girl - Nicole as a child*

I’ve said it before. While I really do not like that they had to blackmail Bunny to back Nicole for Sheriff when Bunny shouldn’t even be a part of what they do because she’s a discriminative asshole, I understand that it’s in character for Wynonna to do that for someone she cares about and will defend. So the sentiment of the latter outweighs the former. She could have just let Bunny make the remarks she did and sent her on her way, letting her believe whatever she wanted. But no, she layed into her because she knew that Nicole deserves to be Sheriff next election. And the fact Nicole was stood there watching the whole exchange and never made a move to intervene shows how much she appreciates the support from Wynonna even if that support was a threat towards Bunny and could land them in even more trouble.

It matters. It’s not something I would think of to do myself, but it matters because it’s Wynonna and Wynonna always does the crazy thing for love. Nicole understands that and knows this is just Wynonna’s way of helping her. So she doesn’t stop her and instead just lets her potentially create more chaos.

They’ll cross that bridge when they come to it.

If it comes to it.

Then there’s the other part to this conversation where they sit and drink and relate to each other, and Wynonna reveals that while she is cursed to stay in Purgatory to fight Wyatt’s revenant demons, Nicole also had no real choice about who she would end up becoming in Purgatory either. Meaning it’s not just because she’s dating Waverly why she’s in the show. And I really love that they included that because it simultaneously gives Nicole purpose as her own character within her own individual arc and gives her representation and development beyond just being a love interest but also tells us that she always was - is - meant to be with Waverly and as part of the team because she has ties to the supernatural life too that she can’t just leave behind because she’s “abnormal”.

Combined with the former scene and conversation - this is the creator and cast/crew basically telling us that being “abnormal” or an “outsider” isn’t something we ever choose to be. It chooses us. The only thing we choose is to accept and embrace it…

Or not.

Maybe it’s just me reading into the narratives and themes a bit more than I should with this episode but I think it’s clever that the writers combined a narrative about being unlucky and having to work through the hardships of that with someone else we don’t always have common ground with and a narrative about acceptance and support from that someone when we’re being discriminated against for being too “different” to belong in a place we had no real choice to be part of the social community of in the first place.

We get the hand that we are dealt and we deal with it because that’s the only thing we really can do to survive somewhere non-inclusive. And if we happen to find people within that social community that are just as much of an “outsider” as we are even if they were born and bred in it then we are lucky and we are worthy and we do deserve to be treated with respect no matter how “not our people” we are perceived as.

And this is how I interpret this episode and these couple of scenes. It might not be the intention. I could be entirely wrong about what the writer intends it to represent. But I’ve never been one for canon anyway.

I’ve always made up my own lore and narrative when watching TV art/entertainment and I really miss show creators that accepted and encouraged this and gave you enough room to interpret any of it any which way you want and choose so that it could be so much more meaningful to you each time you engaged with it. I didn’t think TV shows like this existed anymore. But I’ve been pleasantly and gratefully surprised with ‘Wynonna Earp’ and other stuff I’ve recently watched.

I hope that streak continues when I watch Arcane. Shows that put the storytelling first have my heart even if I might be entirely wrong what story that is. It doesn’t really matter because I don’t deal in canon. I never have and I never will. That’s how I watch shows.

Art is and should be in the eye of the beholder always.

#wynonna earp #i fall to pieces #melanie scrofano #nicole haught #katherine barrell #bunny loblaw #jann arden #descrimination #belonging #support #acceptance #homophobia #xenophobia #character representation #character development

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ballblender · 11 months

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Selfish - A KagaKuro Angst

Preface: hello hello i know i have not posted in a while, but I AM GONNA MAKE THIS A COMEBACK (maybe)

This can be interpreted as a ship post, or not, it doesn't really matter imo, kagakuro is cool tho.

cw: angst (obviously), kagami + kuroko are in their second year, selfish kuroko and kagami, both people are at fault, more story-central than relationship-central, kagami doesn't have a good relationship with the GOM.

"Hey, where's Kuroko?"

It seemed at if saying that question was just part of what made you a member of the Seirin basketball team. Nobody could count the amount of times that the team would go out, whether it be to train, to play a match, or even the hot springs, and have Kuroko go missing as soon as they leave.

"Kagami, do you know where he went?" Koganei asks.

Kagami sighs and shrugs. Despite having a good relationship with Kuroko, he still views him as an enigma.

"Seriously, we can't go out without him sneaking off. It's getting ridiculous." Riko admits, tapping her shoe on the sidewalk in frustration.

Kagami grunts softly. He knows it's true, but he can't help himself defending Kuroko at every turn, even if he did used to get equally angry in situations like these, especially earlier in their first year.

Hyuuga sighs, "He's not picking up his cell either. Come on, let's all split up and look for him. Meet back here in 30 if you haven't found him." The team groans, but obeys, splitting up.

Kagami wanders down the street, scanning passersby for that unique shade of baby blue hair.

It doesn't take long for him to spot Kuroko, practicing his dribbling and shooting in a public court.

However, instead of meeting Kuroko with the usual smack over the head, followed by a collar-pull back to the metting spot, Kagami walks over, calmly but solemnly. Honestly, it's a bit scary.

"Hey, Kuroko."

Kuroko flinches, and turns around.

"Kagami..."

The two of them stand in silence, Kuroko's eyes fixated on Kagami's face, as Kagami's eyes fixate on the ground.

After a moment of silence, "...are we meeting up with the other-"

"Why are you so selfish?"

"E-eh?" Kuroko flinches, "W-what do you mean...?"

Kagami stares at him, his eyes filled with, a sort of anger, one that mixes with a subtle sadness too.

"You...y-you can't do this all the time."

"Do what...?"

Kagami scowls.

"Do...this. Sneaking off on us all the time, and having to have our seniors and classmates look for you. It's not fair on them."

Kuroko looks to the side, conflicted.

"I'm only trying to improve myself, for the team." He remarks, though softly.

"But don't you realise how selfish you can be?"

"Stop calling me that."

"But you know that it's true. You know it, even when we started out, you already told me how I'd be 'The Light to your Shadow', and overtake the Generation of Miracles. But you didn't actually care about me, knowing them now, I fucking hate those guys, don't want to be anything like them. You just promised me that so you could get your revenge on them for how they decided to play back in middle school, that's selfish."

"T-that's not true, I-"

Kagami starts to tear up, "And now that I've been thinking about it, basically everything I've done related to basketball in the last year was because of you. It's like I have no control over my own playstyle. Even though winning with the others feels great, it's like I can't play without them."

"...why is that a bad thing?"

"Think about it. Our strength as a team has already decreased ever since Kiyoshi left because of his knee. And what about our seniors? They gradute this year, and once they're gone, we're the ones who have to build the team back up again. I've trained so hard to get to where I am now...but you. You've essentially kept the exact same style as you have from middle school up until this point, and you don't think that's selfish?" Kagami practically yells.

Kuroko scowls, his voice starting to uncharacteristically increase in volume, "That isn't true. I've trained just as hard as you have."

Kagami wipes his furious tears. He knows Kuroko is right, he has trained a lot, and opened Kagami's eyes to a whole new perspective when playng basketball, but inside of him, there's still that urge within him to completely dominate the court through sheer force alone, like he did in America. So how is it fair that Kuroko can maintain his own playstyle, and not him?

"...find your own way home today, I'm leaving." Kagami mutters, leaving Kuroko alone on the court, his own tears starting to brim in his eyes.

"Did you find him?"

"...no, I didn't."

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a/n: I hope you enjoyed, I am a massive fan of the characterisation and motivations of the KNB cast, and wanted to show some of that here! <3 (hope i did them justice)

#kuroko no basket #kuroko tetsuya #kurokos basketball #knb kuroko #kuroko's basketball #kagakuro #kagami taiga #kuroko angst #knb angst #kuroko no basket x reader #kagakuro angst

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the-firebird69 · 10 months

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A few things happened today that these people were not expecting and they're more lock.

-they were fired for more jobs from more jobs with disregard to July 4th there's a lot of jobs you can come in a half day for even government and they fired another round and they're seeking 10% more of the government jobs and they were at 20% left they came down at 5:00 today and halted and plan to resume tomorrow just had an impact on them and they flipped out and he tried to screw her son over and we said you're nuts and we came down there were fights all the time after he left and plenty of them and he went there early just to see and it was kind of not very good bunch of weird smiling strange people and they didn't notice it no so we went in and straightened it out over and over and finally Mac came in and cleared it out. They kept going in there and kept filling it up and kept going back over and over since our July 4th and this is where we want to be and the sunset okay they're sending orders because they're fishers of Men and Max got disgusted and said this book and then he got really mad and said figure it out this man and they have an assignment and they started going on a tirade holding them in pulling them in and it was ugly and the clans names match up with their names all sorts of things are opened up today they're done at fisherman's village and they're giving us a hard time so you just walked out and said whatever I don't have to stay here and I saw what it is it's just boring and this black girls kind of bothering him about taking a shirt off so he said okay and then the real black people came by and he said this is a whitey extravaganza who walking into and I said we know and they were worried they went in and circled back and they said he left and he usually doesn't and they were happy to heard about what happened later and he said Lily you too they treat you like black people almost she circled back in the back and became lighter and I didn't notice as much on her way out there screaming stuff they just left he just left and say should we go get them and stuff and the clothes are saying I don't think so you see enough of this crap and the clothes are right too cuz the idiots have a plan to blow them up because they won't freeze if they freeze the Earth because they have cold weather gear and shifts and the idiots can't even get to one ship and still have this asinine plan so we're wondering what's it going to do and they keep saying we would have to do much and stuff like that and we think that they think they rigged the shadow dome and it's a shell of uranium and we check it and we don't see anything we grab them we don't see them with any information thats new. They had planted devices they weren't close enough and they're going to move them and they didn't move them and we took the devices and monitor 24/7 inside and around it and Tommy F and others like us are mining it so you we don't see what they're talkingabout. And there are right now I'm turning blue . And we also were kind of following where he was going down there in downtown and back and we noticed the pattern and he's saying this air is as good but it's not bad he doesn't like it I didn't stink so I didn't care a few times he just leave because it's kind of stale not ranted so you think that he's going to just drive by he says it probably plan on forcing it and that's what the intend on doing to try and message lungs up again. And it's probably the clones and trumpsters and BjA and they're all got it wrong. So they keep on trying for that Lucky strike and he said we're all kind of tired of this brand but really the other ones are the same brand just more expensive and I mean that they're more dangerous so we said this it's kind of been said but yeah we're going on and we're doing things we understand what we're saying they have meaning there are a lot of people fired today from public and private jobs and there are people who would come on at this time and it's kind of a different crew so they captured that.

-another thing that they were doing today and we mean the max and it is to eradicate these people they were starting to go around and find out who is sending around information about their operation in specific and other operations too but they want to know who's talking about them they found a lot of them handing him stuff and most of the time it's somebody nearby saying this is going on and they found Lady Gaga screaming stuff at him today then right there at the edge of the bank no that wasn't her but she was screaming other stuff that sounds figure that out cuz he has no money. And she's screaming like some basic stuff then he said they're taking the shield and they're screwing people over to take over an area on purpose and they all started screaming and panicking and running around and started doing some stuff but really they're going after people who are talking about their stuff and hard

-another thing that happened today is we just discovered that these people are going to be s*** no matter what we do our son has been saying it don't support them don't have them do stuff unless we're controlling it and and don't have to do it unless you're doing that on purpose get rid of them yeah that's terrorists and we went ahead let me check and there it was, today in the air all around him then telling him what they're doing and why and they're just going to keep doing it I ain't said well see you later if you can wake morons they say it too you kept saying it's no idea where it's like and then he said yeah like he does he says differently so it works let them they got really sad they said we pissed him off a lot keep doing it and then they said We can't stop I don't know how to and stuff with that everybody around them was saying we need you to shut up the clothes and Max and others and minority of my life sympathize and feel sorry for you are mostly attached somehow we've gone through this thing and you can do what you want cuz we're falling for some real cheese they got mad and they said we're not falling for it and you need to shut your mouth and your little boy we understand what you're saying you're stupid answer hitting him they are screaming we don't want you here they don't want you here why don't you leave and they're going out in the whole state of the whole country then the whole world and they start hitting these idiots and you want to blow up everyone that means nobody really loves and said no you're going to escape from Australia and he can hear him saying I don't want to go anywhere with you at all ever and you flips out here's some other words just making that he says this what do you attend us to do anyways the sun said holy Island so hold the island so I can talk about it this is going to pop the top off and then he got really mad and son said you plan to get mad they said you sound like them instead don't talk to me and say that too so you start to say I'll switch comes back it is a more rude bastard like very rude and he's sitting there saying all this dumb stuff and somebody told him to go to hell and says what's your name sir I started it he got a fight you got knifed. Search freaking and started shrinking and that's what they're doing whole bunch of got hit today so Wilson someone said this I'm tired of cleaning up your blood I heard our son and he said why would you even do that and so he decided to leave the job and everyone started fighting over his job and so stupid it hurts but there's more that happens

-other people started taking their stuff and max of their stuff is not even worth it he's right it's code of some kind. But there's start taking each other stuff the different groups and the minority more locked her coming out on top and they get the heavy stuff and they're starting to hit and all around Charlotte county today and tonight to protect themselves against the fireworks attack they proclaim for a long time and it fizzles and I didn't do anything and tons of dead huge numbers.

-several other things happened today it's a very busy day for July 4th a federal holiday and my husband didn't know that dumbasses walking around with stupid looks in their face but it did say that they look like Max picked up on it he came in and grabbed the bunch you can see it on camera they said what is this some mac holiday and a few of them giggled thinking of some stupid and they started bothering him they can hear him going don't bother me they said we're not a fly okay and I'll treat you like you're a huge pain in the ass and they said he's scaring and leave it sneering and leaving and all sudden they were in a brawl, the song were stupid it really stupid and screaming because her son was saying that in space is that all you got and you're a dead man and stupid s*** like that we'll leave we're going to do to what we want and have to do and the saying it right to the faces of other people and these people are clueless and they say can't you see what was saying it to and they're saying the same to us cuz you're rude morons and they get hit and then some of them are dead the ones that left and escaped are being sought and they will be put out but really these people are stupid and Hera poked in and said it's true did they don't listen to any instruction even from cops when it's time for them to not do it to do it so we are going to war with them we know what he's saying the cops saying stop doing what you're doing and it might be something ridiculous or slightly haters and it's not that he hasn't loaded weapon and they are sleeze balls and really it's just gross. And some other things are happening yes but they arrested a lot of these guys

-besides the arrest that they made they are seeking more on special warrant but I will have you know that they are making a rest all over the state in connection with what was going on at fisherman's village today and they found a conspiracy of people who were going to Lynch and jump Max and other people like the minority warlock and to grab their stuff and get their information and take them down and grab their position some put our son on the list and they got beat up by their own and said if you talk about it you're dead forever and they didn't. But it came out and a lot of them are being arrested now and it's a big group of people and they refuse to leave they want to tackle the problem it's kind of normal this day and age and it's all a lot of strife but they were very verbose which is not normal it's real loud talking.

-this is a lot of stuff going on but boy was that weird today what a strange scene many arrests were made and more will be made shortly tomorrow they plan on time more people and they're down to 15% government and about 20% private still. Several key positions for vacated on purpose the max force them out and in Charlotte county a couple were outside of it there are two mayors one is a place that's near a stereo and about the same size the other is across Florida and south of fort Pierce only about 2 miles and strategic location is why and there were farmers in Charlotte county and it was a few of the higher-ups but oddly enough it was specific people who refuse to get along with anyone and yes John remillard and Dan they fired them for intoxicating behavior no public drunkenness and they're driving around in public vehicles drunk and it's the DPW and other group. But they let them go from their selected and councilman position in punta Gorda and Port Charlotte that was Dan and then Trump. The reason why it was surprising was they just got up and said are you going through silent during the meeting as requested and they said we don't know if we can and this is your fired they said you can't fire us maxs said get out or you're going to prison.

And someone keeps adding to this it's a pain but we're going to publish it he had to delete a whole bunch of stuff

Hera

Zues yup

We will say this I'm going to get that annoying cow and it's bja and he needs to pay he's a piece of s*** and he's saying go get him so I'm going to do that now

Thor Freya

Olympus

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omaano · 3 years

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Lately, way too often, a new hedgehog figurine appeared somewhere in Emhyr’s office. In his you-won’t-learn-a-single-personal-detail-of-me-from-here office. He desperately wanted to blame it on Geralt, claim that it has all started with him, and in a sense it did. But.

But Cirilla gave him the first grumpy little hedgehog, and that the most powerful man on the Continent was absolutely powerless to fight. Unfortunately for Emhyr, both the witcher and his daughter quickly caught onto this fact and shamelessly abused the weakness.

Funny thing, that we ultimately ended up as each other’s Secret Santa with @wraithproblem for the @thewitchersecretsanta event ^^ I hope you’ll like this drawing, since you told me to self-indulge, and I had this modern AU idea bouncing around in my head for months and now I have a hundred little headcanons for it too. So, here it is, soft and bright, and I hope you had great holidays and looking forward to a kinder, happy new year!

#emhyr var emreis #geralt/emhyr #geralt x emhyr #geralt #fanart #the witcher #the witcher fanart #geralt of rivia #fun fact I've never really drawn Emhyr before except from profile and no bigger than the nail on my thumb so this was new #I mean we matched on all our ships but I really can't pull the same magic trick you did and make a drawing of all four of them #I mean I probably could but that would look weird #my Dettlaff and Emhyr look way too similar yet like before and after a broken nose hoenstly #also is anyone else frustrated that Emhyr basically has no eyebrows? because I'm still upset about that #he's got a full head of dark hair but his eyebrows are what thinned out?? seriously?#hidden among the tags but I really hope you'll like it cuz like at least two of my future art projects hang on it .... kinda #I went super overboard with Geralt... but self indulging and all that #also I have many thoughts on that hedgehog collection (because ultimately Emhyr has only himself to blame)#and that painting and that succulent too #so many thoughts I'm not used to this I stopped writing for a reason damn #my art

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aryareyes · 3 years

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Title : The way your eyes burn my soul

Pairing : Gruvia

Summary : Surprise!

Spotlights were shinning brightly, illuminating the dark interview hall, but what set the hall on fire was the audience's energetic ovation.

At the center of the hall, the interviewer, a beautiful young woman was smiling ear to ear, in front of her, her guests of the day, the best duo of the Pop world were seated, delighted matching grins on their faces.

- " Welcome to Pep Talk! Today's a very special day for us because we've our favorite Pop duo, Gray and Juvia with us!!"

The crowd whistled and cheered again as the two stars bowed their head respectfully to the crowd.

- " Thanks Mira, it's our pleasure to be here." The raven haired man answered as he flashed a grin to the public, making girls squeal.

- " Gray's right! We're very happy to be here!" The blue haired girl added, clad in her navy cocktail dress.

Again the crowd cheered but it was mostly male public this time. Mirajane smiled at the public and shifted her attention back to the duo.

- " So, Gray, Juvia, first of all, Congratulations for your last album, Icy Waves. It's a mega huge success! But most importantly, your fans—no actually, people who I know that don't like pop are into it after listening to that album. How do you feel about it?"

The female artist waited for the applause to end before talking,

" We are really glad to hear that." She chuckled contently, a glance at her partner before trailing, "Gray and I worked hard on it...and it was our first album together so..."

- " She worked extra hard for it," Her partner added as she shook her head playfully glaring at him. He smiled as he added, " It was her idea, so Icy waves wouldn't be possible without Juvs here." He winked at the girl, earing a smile in return.

- " He's exaggerating, its our team work."

- " Of course not." He rolled his eyes in response.

Mira chuckled at their bunter eyeing them carefully. Let's get my very wanted scoop.

- "I'm sure your fans love your teamwork. Now, let's talk about this particular song..." she started grinning slowly, earning some whistles and the name of the single from the crowd.

- " Looks like they want the same... The way your eyes burn my soul..." The interviewer paused glancing at the young stars who's cheeks were flushing slightly—at least Juvia's—Gray was doing a great job hiding it.

Mirajane Strauss cleared her throat slightly, getting their attention.

" Your voices...the feel in the song is..." she sighed softly looking for the right word, "...Magic...How did that magic happen?" She asked sincerely.

- " You said it, magic. I guess magic happens in music." Gray answered cleverly, shrugging.

- " I think that answer is too vague Gray," Mira chuckled imploring him to continue.

Gray's lips tugged up as he slid in a more comfortable position on the couch.

- " Recently at your album's success party, there were rumors of the two of you dating, so is it safe to assume the magic wouldn't have happened without that?"

Juvia smiled softly, adorable rosy hues adorning her cheeks.

- " Yes, I think it wouldn't have been magic if there's no feel in it."

Gray's smile turned into something genuine as his eyes were fondly looking over his girl beside him.

- "Are we lucky enough to get more details about it then?"

- " it, here means song right?" Gray lifted an eyebrow playfully earning some chuckles.

- " Definitely the song, but Juvia mentioned something about feel." Mira retorted with a mischievous smile, "So, I'd say the magic of the song—or love."

Gray scoffed. The audience cheered louder.

No wonder she was known for the title of the sweet devil.

Nonetheless, he responded with a natural expression. Years of experience of being the center of spotlights learned him to keep his cool in any kind of situation. He knew to give what the public wants to hear without revealing too much about his personal life neither.

- " We've known each other for a very long time. We'd each other's back through the thick and thin of our careers...so our friendship turned into something more, and I'm truly happy with the change."

The crowd went crazy and Juvia blushed slightly. He looked at her with a soft smile who smiled back brightly. God, she's so beautiful. He thought.

- " Heard that you guys! We were right! Our lovebirds here are dating!" Mira exclaimed in delight—she's a gruvia shipper after all.—" I guess it's time to say—excuse me for my language— Fucking Finally! "

People erupted more into cheers and whistles and chanted their favorite pop stars' ship name. Once the audience calmed down, the interviewer started talking again.

- " Well honestly, almost everyone were shipping you two together since forever and your chemistry is just so perfect. We felt it in the song." She stated as the stars thanked her and their fans.

- " So, now that you got your answers and I've my scoop, let's move to the fun part, shall we?" She continued cheerful with a glance at the public.

- " I don't feel it." Gray stated frowning and Juvia laughed at it.

- " The game is called 'tas-quest.' It's very simple. I'll ask you both questions concerning your partner which you've to answer honestly. Same goes with the tasks."

The two of the nodded and proceeded to play the game.

- " Okay. First question is for Juvia. Who's Gray's crush?"

- " Ouch. You sure want our couple to last?" The said guy retorted with fake mock. "I don't have any other crushes than my girlfriend, right here." He blow a kiss in her way but Juvia hit his arm, glaring at him playfully.

- " Babe. What?"

She huffed with a grin and turned to Mira, " He's a crush on his childhood friend."

- " What?! That was years ago! I was eight! And she's married now, thank you very much." He crossed his arms with a huff.

- " It's still a crush." She argued back.

- " She's a point." Mira smirked as Gray glared at her.

- " Your turn, who's the most jealous between the two of you?"

- " Obviously Juvia." The male singer laughed though his companion she gasped offended at him.

Mira bit back a chuckle as she looked at the young couple in amusement. Juvia pointed a finger at her boyfriend, "You got jealous of a fan on our last concert."

Gray crossed his arms with a roll of eyes. " He was too close."

- " Because he wanted to take a photo." She retorted with a scoff.

- " Yeah right. He invaded your private space and I protected you being the charming boyfriend I am." Gray muttered under his breath, not loud enough for the fans to here but Juvia and Mira did. The latter smirked while the female singer rolled her eyes but allowed a smile.

He was too cute when he was jealous.—She thought endearingly. Without a word she placed her hand on the his that was resting in the bare space between them and caressed it to smooth him. It worked as he gave her a look and she smiled. He turned his aside fighting back a smile of his own.

The reporter cleared her throat to her their attention, "Moving on to the next quest—oh it's actually a task for Juvia." She set her gaze on the girl who hastily pulled her hand away.

- " Yes ?"

- " You've to admit to Gray three of your secrets concerning him that you never would have told him." That earned chuckles and whispers.

- " Now it's interesting. I'm all ears Juvs. " He crossed his arms in curiosity, a playful gleam in his eyes.

- " Oh god, tell me I've a joker." She groaned in response—"Nope." Gray and Mira said at the same time.

Juvia pouted, "If I tell him my secret then it's no more a secret."

The sweet devil giggled, " That's basically the point of the game." The girl pouted more but turned her body slightly to her partner who was looking at her amused.

- " I've always found you cuter when you're sleeping...because you're messy, relaxed and actually a kid." She smiled tenderly at him as his cheeks tinted slightly. Their fans cooed. "...So I may have or may not have snapped pictures of you while sleeping." It was her turn to blush as he recovered from his flustered state to smirk at her handsomely.

- " Will we get some of them? " Mira interrupted.

- " Absolutely not." Juvia chuckled, "They're mine." The young girls sighed heavily but grinned at their favorite couple.

- " Next secret Wat'drop." Gray raised an eyebrow challengingly.

- " I stole one of your hoodies a few months ago and got to know recently that it's your favorite since you went through your room for it." She admitted with a cute frown.

- " Wait. My Detective Conan?" He asked in disbelief. His girlfriend bowed her head. " Guilty." She looked up at him again, " You're mad?" He rolled his eyes at her cuteness. How could he be mad at her when she was looking like that?

Instead of giving her a verbal answer, he ruffled her hair affectionately. Juvia smiled and promised herself to find him the real one he was looking for—the one he had that she stole (because she missed him too much), was not the one he wanted originally. The stocks wore off as it was a limited edition and he got himself the closest thing to the original. So, she would buy him the one originally he wanted.

- " You guys are really cute together!!" Their interviewer squealed as she looked at them and the crowd agreed with her.

They thanked her and Juvia proceeded to the last secret with a groan. "Arghh...I can't believe I'm confessing this to you on a live show."

Gray's eyebrow lifted, " That much secret?" He frowned concerned, " You don't need to tell it."

Juvia shook her head, " No, I should play fair." She mumbled as she stared around at her fans and smiled at them. She then squeezed Gray's hand and locking her eyes on him.

- " I had a crush on you from the very first day I met you." Gray's eyes widened slightly, surprise written all over his face. They forgot they got a loud audience as he blinked at her.

- " Really?"

- " Really." She said softly. He leaned to her side, and kept his voice low. The public didn't notice their murmurs as they've gone wild since Juvia's confession.

-" I don't understand...you didn't like me back then..." He frowned. Juvia gave him a look that meant 'later'.

Mira cheered and turned to them,

" Thanks for playing fair Juvia! You're awesome!"

- " Well, it's almost time. I've a last..." She looked at the small card in her hand before looking back at Gray. " task for Gray."

- " Tell us three things you like the most about Juvia." A gentle smile crossed his features as he glanced at his girl before facing Mira.

- " I think the list is long but I'll keep it short..." He held a hand up, enumerating. " She's one of the most talented and dedicated person I know. Whether it's job or studies or other common things, once she gets into it, she's determined to finish it and gives her hundred percent in everything she does. She's a hard worker and I honestly think that's the reason of her success."

Juvia was touched by his words as she stared at the man she loved talking about her so highly and proudly. She knew why she loved him so much.

- " She's a very good friend—she's this kind of friend who you would call if one day you committed a murder and don't know what to do about it. She'll help you bury the body and get you safely out of the mess." Juvia along with others laughed at his statement.— "Not that I'm planning to murder someone." He added and Juvia laughed more, leaning into him before giving him a look that meant, 'call me if you do'.

- " I guess what I'm trying to say is, she's trustworthy and be there for you through thick and thin. The kind of friend everyone needs to have in their life and I'm grateful to have her in mine." He got everyone's heart with that—if he didn't already had—as they stared at him in awe.

Gray turned to Juvia and locked his eyes with hers as he was about to say his last one. " What I love the most about you is how you look at me. You look at me as if I was your world and you love me so freely and so...easily. You accept my imperfections and love me for myself and not because I'm a star..." He held her hand and pulled her up with him as she started tearing up despite trying hard to not cry. Gray smiled lovingly at her—the one he only reserved for her and never showed in public. " Thanks for loving me, Wat'drop."

Without minding the public—because she saw only him—she brought a hand to his face and he leaned in her touch still giving her that loving look. She smiled, her heart and mind racing as her whole being was consumed of an overwhelming love for the man standing before her. She leaned in and pressed her lips against his in a sweet, soft kiss that sent the room shaking in fan's wild ovation.

When the lovebirds departed from each other with matching grins, hands still intertwined, Mira almost fainted but managed to end the show with hearts in her eyes.

The young couple was in the back of Gray's car as they were been driven back to their respective homes. Juvia was asleep on his shoulder as he kissed her head and stroked her hair tenderly. She's been working on her new album for the past week when they just finished their album and even before the interview, she was asked in her studio. He knew that she barely had enough for the past months. Gray was grateful to his production house to be on vacation but it's not the case for Juvia. She's to work for at least a week or two before her own holidays. Thankfully, he would be still on holidays by that time, hence he'd already planned their vacation—It was a surprise for her.

Half an hour later, Gray was carrying his girl to his bed in his penthouse slowly to not disturb her sleep. He lied her gently on it and proceeded to take her heals off and stripped himself, leaving only his boxers before climbing up in the bed with her. Juvia almost immediately clung to him like a koala, her head placed on his chest, a leg on his and an arm across his stomach. With a soft smile, he wrapped his arm around her and squeezed her to him.

- " Are you sure you don't want to get comfortable before sleeping?" He whispered after a moment. She only tightened her hold on him. Gray rolled his eyes and ran a hand in her hair as he stared down at her.

- " I know you're awake Juvs."

- " Why didn't you change my dress?" Her voice was muffled due to her position as she buried her face in his neck. "I don't mind it. It's just you."

Gray's heart skipped a beat and he rubbed circles on her bare arms.

- " I respect you too much to take advantage of you while you're sleeping." He murmured.

She raised her head up with a yawn but gave him a sleepy smile. "Gray, changing my dress to make me comfortable on bed is not taking advantage of me. You're my boyfriend so it's basically your right." He returned her smile, tucking a strand behind her ear to stare into her beautiful blue orbs.

His smile turned soon into a gorgeous smirk. Oh boy. Juvia flushed and shivered in his hold as his hand pulled the straps of her dress slowly. His eyes were intense on her as he murmured, "Why, I don't have a problem stripping you Wat'drop." His fingers caressed her bare shoulders burning her skin as they went by. "In fact, I prefer you naked around me." His lips trailed from her ears to cheeks down her jaw and Juvia placed her hands on his chest to push back slightly to stare down at him with an adorable pout.

- " You're such a pervert." She murmured. He pecked her lips in response before looking at her innocently. " I'm using my boyfriend rights here." She hit his chest lightly with a soft frown that turned into a smile, wiggled out of his hold ignoring his protests.

- "Close your eyes boyfriend."

- " Nope." Gray grinned back as he found the perfect position to stare at her, his eyes trailing to her bare neck and shoulders as she held the dress to her chest.

Juvia glared at him for a moment and he held her stare before she shrugged. Gray's eyes widened as she let her dress fall and pool around her feet and stood before him, clad only in her undies. He openly gaped at her too surprised to react as he took her in.

Gray knew Juvia was beautiful. He's known her for almost six years now and he'd seen her in daring dresses before.—it was part of the job. But right now, she was actually standing in his room, in his arm length, only in her navy matching underwear. She was a goddess. Before he could even process what was happening, her hand was unclasping her bra and Gray hurriedly turned to the other side, cursing as Juvia's laugh filled the room.

He was a goner if he saw her naked. He wouldn't be able to not jump her after so Gray shut his eyes tight and pushing away the amazing vision he just saw into the back of his mind as he waited for the little tease of his girlfriend to finish changing.

A moment later the bed shook and her arms slipped around his torso from behind as she placed her face on his cheek. He felt her bare legs slipping on his and he knew that she was wearing his t-shirt. He could handle it. He'd already seen her in his clothes and she's very—Stop right there, Gray.

- " Comm'o look at me..." She chuckled, "...I'm not naked—

- " Shut up." He groaned. She placed a few kisses on his cheek with a smile and after a moment, he finally turned on his back. She smiled brightly at him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

- " I love you." She whispered and kissed his jaw before tucking her face under his chin.

- " I love you too Wat'drop." He kissed her head squeezing her to him.

- " You said sweet things at the interview." She murmured.

- " I was being honest." He said as he caught her looking at him lovingly—as if he was her world. "And I meant every word." She was his world.

She hummed happily and closed her eyes. His arms were her safe, warm cocon. Her place.

-" Speaking of interview..." she lifted her head up in question, crossed her arms on his chest and placed her face on it, staring at his face. " You said something about crush." His lips tugged up and her own tugged hp in a slow smile under his curios gaze.

Juvia cupped his face with a hand and smiled adoringly down at him. " I had a crush on you in high school. Remember our first meet?"

He recalled it with a fond smile, " You fell on me with books dropping on us. There's so much dust and we started sneezing and the old librarian was yelling at us like a mad woman."

The blue haired girl chuckled happily. " Well, I guess I didn't only fell on you that day but also fell for you."

Gray's eyes widened, " You loved me back then?" His heart thumping against his chest and he was sure that she could hear it, judging by her smile.

- " I thought it was a crush at first. You were so handsome and—"

- " Were?" He raised a teasing eyebrow. She rolled her eyes. "—are and I just liked looking at you..." her eyes locked with his in a playful gleam. " That is until I knew that you were my rival in everything. Literally everything!" She groaned dropping her head on his chest. "It was so annoying. You always beat me in one point or just behind me in a point. So annoying!"

Gray snorted rubbing her back. " I was not used to have a competitor and I hated to lose." She mumbled before lifting her head to face him.

" You hate to lose too." He chuckled but didn't say anything letting her rant about how annoying it was to be constantly on war with him in high school.

- " But I loved bickering with you. I couldn't spend a day without bantering with you. Really." She looked up at him stroking his cheek. "Then, there's this project in our second year and we were partnered up."

- " We ended it, won the first prize." He murmured as she nodded eagerly. " We became friends during that period..." He trailed tracing his finger on her cheek.

- " We were already kinda friends—frenemies, I guess. I've always admired you. You were the first person I've ever met with so much determination to win." She whispered eyes closed.

- " Hmm, I liked you too. But too arrogant to admit it." She snorted at his statement.

- " Then best friends. We were inseparable by the end of high school..." Gray hummed a nod. " You supported me before my uncle to pursue music career."

- " It's because you were incredibly talented Wat'drop." He said sincerely. She smiled as his finger traced the form of her lips.

- " That's an exaggeration but thank you for the compliment." She opened her eyes to look at him, " Want to know something? " He rose an eyebrow, silently asking her to continue. "You were my inspiration to fight for what I want, to fight for my dream." She kissed his forehead gently, " I won't be here without you, Gray Fullbuster."

- " And I won't without you. You were my only family when things fell apart." He retorted as he recalled his dark period—when Ur died.

" You were my strength and my very reason to not give up." Her eyes glistened as his welled up, and she kissed his eyelids, lingering when lips there. "If it wasn't for you, I'd be in streets."

- " You had all our friends with you. We all had your back."

- " True. I'm grateful for them but you, Juvia, you're special. You held me together." She smiled tearfully.

- " You are special to me too. Always have been." He mumbled an 'I know' and rolled them over earning a surprised squeal from her as her back hit the mattress.

She stared up at him bringing him closer with her arms around his neck.

- " When did you know you loved me?" He asked gazing into her eyes.

- " Last year, when you were in your world tour." His love brushed the hair of his nape as he leaned his forehead against hers. " It started with little things. Like when I spent weekends in our friend's place watching movies and how you were not there to lean on or throw my legs on..." He grinned.

- " Then, we'd go to get a coffee and you weren't there to know that I don't add milk in my coffee. Then, I started missing your voice. I'd call you and couldn't get you so I would listen to your voicemail to hear your voice."

He leaned back to look at her apologetic, his being bursting with love for her. " Sorry about that. You know we barely have our phones on world tour."

- " I know, don't worry about it. But I yearned to hear your voice." He kissed her nose and lips in response.

- " By the time you were back, I knew I was madly in love with you and I couldn't imagine a life without you."

He could feel the love in her voice as she said it.

- " You aren't kidding—you practically choked me to death when you hugged me once you saw me in the airport." He teased with a grin.

- " Yeah well, I just realized I loved my best friend for years and you weren't there for eight moths. I wanted to lock you in a room and never let you go away from me."

- " It's creepy." He grinned.

- " You wouldn't have minded would you—wait why're you grinning?"

His grin widened and she held his face up and forced his eyes to hers. A moment in silence passed between them. Both of their hearts beating in sync as the realization settled over.

Juvia worded it slowly.

- " You loved me." Her tone was barley a whisper as she remained their eye lock.

- " I've loved you for a long time Wat'drop. A very very longtime that I denied and fought back my feelings."

- " Why?"

- " Because I've just lost Ur. And I've lost everyone I've loved. You, losing you...was unimaginable... I was terrified that my feelings will take you away from me so I fought them back to keep you with me. "

- " You wouldn't have lost me if you made a move earlier, Gray." She took a breath, " I've always denied my feelings for you as a crush and admiration until I really couldn't lie to me anymore..."

Gray sighed in response, "We we're both idiots huh..." She groaned, " We wasted years! We could've been together while we were still in Uni!"

Gray looked up at her, " Hey, we're together now and we've always loved each other without knowing so we're good." He shrugged and pecked her lips as she still had her pout on.

- " I'm a bit worried you...we are no more high school kids. We are popular now, successful stars in industry. And we're dating." Her voice dropped as she looked at him, " Going in public, was it a bad idea?"

- " Do you regret it?" He brushed away her hair, and she shook her head. "I'm just concerned about what it could do to our relationship...as much as I love my fans, when it's comes to their favorite celebrity's love life, they'd go crazy. Especially when two celebrities are dating. They don't see the fact that under the mask of popularity, it's two normal people with feelings and we can't really fault them." Her eyes started stinging as she stared at him. "I can't lose you, Gray."

He quickly reassured her pulling her in a tight hug. " You won't lose me." He pulled back slightly despite her pressure to stay like that. He stared into her eyes, " Didn't you say that I'm the most determined person you know?" A nod, "Juvia, I fight for what I want. " He lifted her chin up. " I'll always fight for you." He swore.

- " Promise?" Her tone was frail, and he smiled at her. " Promise. And you promise to fight for me?"

- " Always."

She brought a hand between them, holding up her little finger, He wrapped his around it and smiled when he saw their tattoos matching as their fingers locked together. Juvia dragged him to the tattoo parlor past midnight to get it in their half drunken states a few weeks ago. It was on the day of the success party of their first album together, Icy Waves. So they got themselves tattooed a drop of water on his finger and a snowflake on hers.

There's no ice without water and no water without ice. And Gray would be damned if he didn't keep that promise.

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💧❄️ Happy Belated Gruvia day! ❄️💧

#gray fullbuster #juvia lockser #gruvia #fairy tail #gruvia fanfiction #grey fullbuster #fairytail100yearquest

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esther-dot · 3 years

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Sansan shippers: 'Here is my opinion on how Tyrion is a pedophile who molest Sansa and how Petyr another pedo doing same to Sansa. But our boy Sandor truly loved her as he didn't want her claim and he is better from joffery. He is true knight and Sansa ship herself with him. She had no other options as all other are disgusting wile old men".🙄

I'm not gonna lie, that "she ships herself with him" thing they say really bothers me because that means they're dismissing her trauma and saying, "Ignore what the girl says. She liked it." You can’t read this and not feel the girl’s terror

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He was too strong to fight. She closed her eyes, wanting it to be over, but nothing happened. "Still can't bear to look, can you?" she heard him say. He gave her arm a hard wrench, pulling her around and shoving her down onto the bed. "I'll have that song. Florian and Jonquil, you said." His dagger was out, poised at her throat. "Sing, little bird. Sing for your little life."

Her throat was dry and tight with fear, and every song she had ever known had fled from her mind. Please don't kill me, she wanted to scream, please don't. She could feel him twisting the point, pushing it into her throat, and she almost closed her eyes again, but then she remembered. It was not the song of Florian and Jonquil, but it was a song. Her voice sounded small and thin and tremulous in her ears.

(she sings the song)

She had forgotten the other verses. When her voice trailed off, she feared he might kill her, but after a moment the Hound took the blade from her throat, never speaking. (ACOK, sansa VII)

Visualize this scene. I think it’s clear what it is. They are reading an attempted rape scene. I know shippers don’t want to acknowledge that, but this is what he says later:

He made a queer sound, and it took her a moment to realize he was sobbing. "And the little bird, your pretty sister, I stood there in my white cloak and let them beat her. I took the bloody song, she never gave it. I meant to take her too. I should have. I should have fucked her bloody and ripped her heart out before leaving her for that dwarf." A spasm of pain twisted his face. "Do you mean to make me beg, bitch? Do it! The gift of mercy . . . avenge your little Michael . . ." "Mycah." Arya stepped away from him. "You don't deserve the gift of mercy." (ASOS, Arya XIII)

This is a confession. It’s a confession of his failure to protect her, his earlier lie to Arya that she willingly sang to him, and a confession of his true intention. The fucking her bloody/ripping her heart out was likely added to get Arya to kill him, but those first two sentences, “I meant to take her too. I should have” sound genuine to me especially because his version of events matches what we read in Sansa’s chapter. I think the author always envision this as attempted rape, the fandom just finds it easy to brush off the brutalization of little girls, or rather, of this little girl because they don’t like her.

I know his fans/shippers insist that he wasn’t going to do more than kiss her, but he still twisted a knife into her throat. At minimum, he intended some form of sexual assault, and she believed he was going to kill her.

Just because every man near Sansa is disgusting doesn’t make any of them less so.

#ask dot #anti sansan

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Deconstructing Baseless Harry Potter Arguments#2 (i) : Harmione Edition

Obviously I once again do not mean to target all Harmione shippers. I know quite a few who're very good human beings and tolerant and accepting above all. However these aren't. In this case, you might sense quite a bit of levelheadedness in the beginning, however you must not be fooled as it goes south and takes a nasty turn very quickly. Don't get your hopes up, this is some of the worst shit I've ever seen, especially the way in which it progresses through its course. Naturally, for this post I have picked my own style of writing which will match that of those redditors. Reddit is the perfect breeding ground for all these weird cults, honestly. I shall be resorting to a formal language and style of conversation, very much like a debater would to sound as pretentious as these do. These posts are found on the instagram handle toxicharmonyshippers who gather such toxic musings and sayings for Harmione shippers while respecting the ones that are nice.

Oh yes, let's use words like 'vehemently' to sound smart, why not? Of course, this little tidbit of the highly stupendous post seems more or less civil at the start. They also have the common decency to say "some Romione shippers" rather than generalizing all of us. Very nice of you, how very saint like. Let's wait till they drop the act and show us their true colors. Harkening back to the argument, I have but one question for you, "where do you find these people?". Where's the proof? Who are these radical Romione shippers who worship Ron and dislike Hermione? I haven't seen any such shippers and I am surrounded by Romione shippers on tumblr, instagram and fan fiction sites as well and haven't met the people you speak of. Some point out her flaws, yes, but no one hates her or dislikes her that much. I have seen two or three Romione shippers across hundreds and thousands who're skeptical of Hermione's perfection. Skeptical. Not hating, disliking, or anything. Of course, unlike this person, I have evidence: find these pi charts for your referral (clickable): https://imgur.com/a/QfPnQbB

you can, through these, see the amount of Hermione bashing across Harry Potter fanfiction and you can see that even in Romione fanfiction there's more Ron bashing. Hermione-bashing is a non-issue. That's what it is. Regarding the "nagging" statement, where's the lie in that? "Annoying" is somewhat subjective, I personally don't find her annoying at all. Who are these people and how often do you find them? "Mary Sue" is only reserved for Movie!Hermione. I have only seen book fans call her that. No one has ever called Book!Hermione Mary Sue. The movie does paint her as a flawless, all-rounder who's also drop-dead gorgeous. Only things she's bad at are flying and divination, all of which she denounces as useless, even though flying is like biking for wizards, divination, sure, not that important. with a teacher like Trelawney, even I would denounce it as hokum.

Remember what I said about waiting for them to show us their true colors, well here they are. Bask in the glory of their senseless arguments. Why, I am from reddit, heck I have 25 thousand karma points on there, I just left because it was too stupid for me but I can argue like them very well. And in this case I would like to say that these people are under the impression that Ron is just there in the story for the sake of existence. And he doesn't work hard. That argument is of course, wrong. Because Ron (in no particular order):

1) fights a troll when he's 11

2) is willing to sacrifice himself when he's 11

3) stands up for his friends

4) makes sure Harry feels like he belongs in the family

5) worries about Harry and rescues him from literal jail

6) stands up against Draco rather than by-standing and enabling his behavior

7) tries his level best to make sure Norbert the dragon is in safe hands and carries it out, albeit not in perfection

8) is with Harry every step of the way in his confronting the basilisk

9) sends Harry and Hermione long letters and calls them often to check up on them

10) stands up on a bitten leg to defend his best friend

11) always apologizes for any of his mistakes and is forgiving when others wrong him

12) works his way to join the Quidditch team unlike Draco who most certainly bought his way in

13) destroys at least 2 horcruxes

14) finds out how to defeat a horcrux

15) has an excellent enough memory and observation to notice Harry speaking parseltongue and also using it to his benefit which proves he's resourceful

now since I have 8 more such pictures to rebut and I do have a life, I will stop. These aren't even a twelfth of the remarkable things Ron has done though, so rest assured.

oh wait what did you say about him just existing and not working for anything? If I recall correctly, he did just as well as Harry did in school and didn't score well only in subjects he didn't care about. Which is true for most people except for Hermione who has an eidetic memory which not everyone has, understandably. Rote memorization is not the best way to get by in life, by the way.

what are the "so many reasons" behind why Harry is the best fit for Hermione? Kindly share so I can rebut those too, I'm rather free nowadays, my finals have been cancelled. You say there are so many reasons but don't even give one, yet you want me to take you seriously. I'm afraid that's impossible.

Romione shipper here, i don't dislike Hermione. I haven't met or seen many people in the book!romione fandom who dislike Hermione (except for Movie!Hermione). The question of someone you like ending up with someone you dislike doesn't particularly make sense. In Friends, Chandler ends up with Monica: now I'm not the biggest Monica fan (I don't hate her but I don't like her very much either) but they are my favorite couple because they make sense. It's about compatibility and character traits, not liking or disliking because that's just a set-up for a ghastly invitation for people to pair up hideousness. "Oh yeah, I like Harry and I also like Hagrid, they should be together. I mean it would be very very disgusting but that's my logic, now, you can't fight it. "- that's how you sound. Please read what you write. Your logic is just...abysmal. That's all I can say without breaking my resolve and berating you with colorful profanities.

This is without the doubt, the easiest one to rebut. It's a delight to see such terrible arguments at my disposal. Come on, dear Harmione shippers, write something that makes me question my choices, not things that make me scoff in disbelief.

In this case, you're essentially providing us with theories. Unproved theories and speculation of what you believe because you'd say anything you like. Where's the proof of your theory, though? Where is that crazy radical Romione shipper who does this? Kindly show me these people. Oh yes, you wanna say we objectify Hermione and disrespect her and view her as a prize. This aches me, that you believe this. No one has ever insinuated this, ever, in the history of anything. What is this winner-loser theory? How do you round off Harry Potter to "an alpha-male ends up with lead-lady" trope and still say you're a fan of the series? Harry Potter doesn't fit in with that format. Ron, Hermione and Harry are co-heroes. Similar to how there's no main character in Friends or the Heroes of Olympus series or the Avengers. We're not living in the 80s anymore. Hermione will be a hero, invariably whether she ends up with Harry, Ron or no one. She ends up with Ron and that's it. Talking about her like this doesn't make you sound any better either. Now you're calling me a misogynist because I don't support the ship of two people who describe themselves as siblings. That's very mature of you. Well here's the thing- I'm not a misogynist. It's as simple as that. I believe that women are capable of anything and everything. I believe Hermione is an amazing person and she is a hero and a different person. I believe the series would be impossible without her. I believe she is no one's prize. There's no requirement of a prize. I just think, similar to canon and the truth and her romantic interest, she will have a great relationship with Ron. There's nothing complex or deep about it, really. No personal weird-thing, no psychological complex, no internalized misogyny. There's nothing deeper than what I said. I am not sexist. I am a feminist. I am all for women empowerment. I love women with the fabric of my being. I love Hermione. I think she's amazing. You only become sexist when you ship people with unstable power dynamics, a bully-victim relation or something of the sort. Neither Romione, nor Harmione are sexist. Heck if you paired Neville with Hermione you wouldn't be sexist. And I hate talking about this so much, I can't even tell you. This talk does make it sound like I treat Hermione like an object and I assure you I respect her and I normally won't talk like this unless someone just outright calls me sexist for something that's not sexist. And this is that situation.

in the case of Romione, no one is too good for anyone. Both are amazing people who're heroes and have done amazing work. That's all I have to say. There's no league, they are romantically interested in each other. I have no intention on sounding lame, but, in love there is no league. As long as you're not putting in any effort and are extremely lazy and leech off of your partner, there is no such concept and no, Hermione is not "too good" for him. Unless of course you're talking about movie Hermione, who is too good for anyone.

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oh yes they try to pull this off and wonder why we hate them. Classic. This person likes to sound british, so let's switch up our language, yeah? At least then I won't be out of my element. Let me correct ya, Ron at his best is an amazing, loyal, friendly, brave, strategic hero. There you have it. Ron and 'git' can't be used in the same sentence. Now if you talk about Ron's achievements, I re-iterate you to point two. If it's too much work, here:

1) fights a troll when he's 11

2) is willing to sacrifice himself when he's 11

3) stands up for his friends

4) makes sure Harry feels like he belongs in the family

5) worries about Harry and rescues him from literal jail

6) stands up against Draco rather than by-standing and enabling his behavior

7) tries his level best to make sure Norbert the dragon is in safe hands and carries it out, albeit not in perfection

8) is with Harry every step of the way in his confronting the basilisk

9) sends Harry and Hermione long letters and calls them often to check up on them

10) stands up on a bitten leg to defend his best friend

11) always apologizes for any of his mistakes and is forgiving when others wrong him

12) works his way to join the Quidditch team unlike Draco who most certainly bought his way in

13) destroys at least 2 horcruxes

14) finds out how to defeat a horcrux

15) has an excellent enough memory and observation to notice Harry speaking parseltongue and also using it to his benefit which proves he's resourceful

hey, see, I like Ron and I took the time to copy-paste this instead of asking you to scroll up. And I'm a lot of bad things but I am not lazy. I stick to my deadlines like Hermione. I start my homework in library class and continue it during phys ed the day its given. And I am not exaggerating. Bloody hell, I wish I was. I'm the ceo of deadlines, mate, don't tempt me! So you can see that Ron is much more than just a "nice bloke". And being a "nice bloke" isn't a bad thing either. He's all the things I said: intuitive, strategic, helpful, loyal and on top of that he's also a nice person. Yes, I do see a bit of myself in Ron. I do. I see the insecure side. I waste my time hating myself and criticizing myself and undermining myself, telling me I'm no good. But Ron overcomes that. He inspires me to appreciate myself. Is that a bad thing? Are you going to shame me for having a low self-esteem? Do you want to worsen my low self-esteem and make me feel more like shit?

Now the person who replied to your comment saying, "he isn't a nice bloke most of time.", he is. He is not being nice twice in a span of 7 years. How often do you act rudely or with jealousy? Wasn't Harry yelling at everyone in caps lock in OOTP. Now I don't condemn him for that because he's a fucking hormonal teenager like me and that would make me a hypocrite, but by your logic why don't you condemn him? Or why not condemn Hermione for saying "I only date good Quidditch players" and shoving canaries at Ron's face because someone else kissed him, while she kept using Krum and Cormac to make him jealous. She wasn't being a nice girl, then, was she? Now, once again, i don't dislike her or hold that against her because guess what, mate, I'm a hormonal teenage girl who gets jealous most of the time and would probably react in a similar fashion in the spur of the moment (Not defending her actions here, just putting myself in her shoes.) In short, Ron is a nice bloke MOST OF THE TIME.

It would be misogynistic to think that. The thing is, NO ONE DOES my dear friend! My dear daft friend. I have never heard anyone say that! why are you so hell-bent on portraying us as misogynists when no one ever says that? Stop assuming. Just stop. You are crossing a limit here, aren't you? Yes you are. You cannot say these sort of things. We never said that or believed that, no one ever said this to be a reason to ship Romione. God what is wrong with you? Literally, stop fucking ASSUMING god damn it! Do you want me to assume things about Harmione shippers? Do you want me to go there? Because I will go there! I will go there the moment you tell me to. Just challenge me.

Ron is not a perfect best boi , the reason why so many of us like him is that he's imperfect and tries to become better through the course of time. You are once again assuming and I am once again asking you to stop.

Ron might be an ordinary wizard. He might be poor, sure, but he's a pure-blood and won't face much if he chose not to fight. But he did. He fought. Now I identify with Ron's attitude a fair bit, but I am also likely to spend my day in a library without noticing. People aren't one dimensional. Stop trying to act like you're a psychologist, i know you're not. I don't even think Hermione's overbearing at all! You just insulted someone you're a big fan of. Jesus.

Both Hermione and Ron are strategic, jealous, passionate, feisty, argumentative, intellectual...

that's like 6 similarities. They aren't polar opposites in the slightest. Their differences are just: workaholic, not workaholic. Nerd, not a nerd. Like that's fucking it, man!

being relaxed doesn't make you less independent or driven. A relaxed and levelheaded Hermione will think through things, not be impulsive, not panic etc. She doesn't need Ron. I don't understand your obsession with acting like we ever insinuated that. Then she doesn't need Harry either lol. Stop shipping her with Harry, then or like shut the fuck up. Being a bit relaxed won't stop her or anyone from hitting great strides. Just don't get relaxed to the point you're lazy and casual about everything, that's it.

What do you mean? Ron is balanced. He does finish his work on time. And even if he does procrastinate, she could also help him not and be more driven. Of course, this is an open invitation for you to call me a sexist bitch because I said that she could help him and now you'll think her goal is to help him become better yada yada yada. Fuck off. Defeating the horcrux taught him enough. He respected her. He remembered about the elves when she didn't. He begged to be tortured instead of her. He wouldn't need it because school work and jobs are different and the same person might perceive those differently. Calmness and relaxation doesn't hinder your potential. Not caring and laziness does. You can't function if you work and are stressed 24/7 with zero breaks. Period.

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No i do not want (nor does anyone want) Hermione to become Ron. Being slightly calmer doesn't change up your personality. I'm sure many people dislike those sort of fanfics without a doubt. I hate OOC and I don't want Hermione to lose her intellect with Ron because that makes no sense. Ron himself is intellectual and loves arguing with her. They'd boost each other, more like it.

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okay thats it i am exhausted as fuck. thanks for reading, i appreciate it. notes and reblogs are appreciated, this takes work.

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Lost in Rome

hello, friends! Ever since "La Vita Dolce," I've wanted to write something else involving Italy and at least one Italian phrase, and so this lil story was born! Hope you all enjoy!

Ship: Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 1488

Warnings: mentions of drinking, vv slight language

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You had been walking around Rome for what felt like an eternity.

(It had only been like 30 minutes)

You knew the bar was right near Piazza Navona, but you'd only been to that part of the city one other time, having been staying south on the other side of the river in Trastevere.

You felt embarrassed knowing you were dragging your friends around the city without much of a guide, but you were too stubborn to admit that you were actually lost.

"Maybe we should've gone to Bar San Calisto again. It was cheap and close but noooo. I just had to look up a 'best bars in Rome' list" you thought as you continued to trudge on.

Not only were you lost, but you also didn't have the ability to look up where you were going, since you'd decided to go cheap and not buy an international plan or a vpn, choosing to only using wifi so you'd "stay in the moment."

That moment seemed stupid now that every marble wall and cobblestone street started to meld together in your brain as it continued to darken.

A trip to Rome was something you'd been wanting to do for years, so when your university offered up the chance to go study abroad for 4 weeks, you immediately began scrounging up the funds to go, even scoring a scholarship based on the fact that you'd taken Italian classes in school.

You'd only been there a week but thankfully had bonded with your roommate before even going, having struck up a conversation at the informational meeting the semester before. Since then, you had also bonded with those in the room next door, them sticking to you as their translator.

Finally, you couldn't take it anymore, stopping.

"Okay, look, guys. I'm really sorry but I literally have no idea where we are," you admitted, feeling guilty. Everyone else smiled.

"That's okay! This place is beautiful! I'm sure we'll find it eventually," your roommate, Olivia, said.

"Yeah. Didn't you say it was at Piazza Navona?" Aaron, one of your neighbors, asked. You nodded. "Well as long as we can find that, then we're basically there!"

After some wandering, your group found itself in the square in front of the Pantheon, which was a step in the right direction, but you were determined to actually find the right place.

There was a hotel right there, so you quickly stepped in to ask the desk worker to point you towards the Piazza, who explained that it was only a couple streets East of where you were.

Relieved, you and your friends quickly walked that way, breathing out a collective sigh when you walked into the giant open square, looking around at the familiar structures from the second day of class when you'd toured the area.

"Sooo... where's this bar?" Aaron's roommate Joseph asked.

You all circled the square from the inside and out a couple times, not seeing any signs with the name "Bar del Fico Roma" anywhere.

Dread started to wash over you as you realized the website must not have meant the bar was actually on the square, but was somewhere nearby. You felt stupid for not screenshotting the website page or, you know, actually looking it up first.

"Fine, that's it! I'm marching up to the next person I see and asking where this darn place is. We've made it this far!" you said, exasperated.

The first thing that caught your eye was a group of people who looked close to your age, talking in a small group. They were pretty well dressed, typical of a young Italian, so you immediately started over towards them, expecting them to be the most helpful in giving directions.

"Wait, y/n!" Olivia protested, but you ignored her, walking between a shorter boy and taller girl.

You couldn't help but sigh out the words as you started speaking, placing a light hand on the boy's arm.

“Scusa, potresti dirme dov’è la-" "Excuse me, could you tell me where the-"

"Sorry! I don't speak Italian!" the boy answered in a British accent, turning to face you with hands in surrender.

You both seemed taken aback when your eyes met.

Tom Holland?

"Um, oh what was the word for sorry in Italian again?" the actor in front of you asked, looking to one of his many Spider-man costars around you. Before one could answer, you blurted out one for him.

"It's 'mi dispiace' or 'perdonami,' depending on how you want to say it," you started, realizing how stupid you probably sounded to be teaching a world famous actor Italian words after accidentally infiltrating his conversation.

However, Tom was more shocked by your American accent. Your eyes still widened as you realized what was actually going on.

"Oh my gosh, what am I saying, um. I- I'm so sorry. We're just trying to find this bar and got lost and-"

"Which bar?" he asked in return. You furrowed your brows and looked at him funny, wondering why he would care. He seemed to take notice. "It's just that, we're also headed to a bar and can't seem to find it, either."

You chuckled at the situation, baffled.

"Well, um, it's called 'Bar del Fico Roma.'"

Tom's eyes widened.

"Hey, that's where we're headed!" Jacob Batalon cut in, making you look at him and the rest of the actors in surprise. You could see your own friends shock from your peripheral.

"No way! Really?" Joseph said for you. The group nodded.

"I just got it pulled up on maps," Zendaya said, holding up her phone. Realization suddenly hit that she of all people was the one who you had been standing next to this whole time.

You and your friends all gasped incredulously, amazed at your luck after spending all that time lost.

"If you want, we can show you the way," Tom offered.

"What? No, no we couldn't impose like that," you began, knowing your friends were probably internally screaming at you.

"Oh come on," Tom responded. "We're all going to the same place anyways, not like we won't see you there. It's barely a five minute's walk."

"Seriously, y/n. Do you really want to go around asking more locals for help when we've got it right here?" Olivia asked, raising a good point.

"Alright, fine," you started, rolling your eyes. You turned back to Tom. "You know what they say, 'when in Rome.' Seriously, thank you. All of you. You're definitely saving our asses."

He chuckled as Zendaya began leading the way. Though the sun had set, lights throughout the roads and emanating from various shops lit the way.

Without meaning to, you fell into step with Tom, easily matching his gait as you crossed through the bustling piazza.

"So what brings you to Italy?" He asked. "You don't quite sound like a local."

"We're studying abroad through our university. Unfortunately for me, these goons keep following me 'cause I speak the language," you joked, causing Olivia to slap the back of her hand to your shoulder.

"Ah, I see. I was definitely confused when you went from Italian to American in an instant. Y/n, was it?"

"Yes! Yeah, that's me. And you're obviously Tom Holland."

"You better remember that later, he tends to forget his own name after a few drinks," Zendaya called back to you, causing the group to laugh.

"Hey! That was one time!" Tom defended himself. "Not my fault I was going through a breakup!"

He turned back to you.

"Don't listen to them. I'm quite fun to drink with. You should see for yourself."

"Is that some sort of offer..?" you questioned playfully, tucking your hair behind your ear.

"If everyone's alright with it, I figured you all would join us at the lounge. I'm more than happy to pay for a round or two," he winked.

The group was approaching the bar, and any anxiety you'd had about finding it finally quelled when you could see people outside laughing and drinking as they enjoyed the summer night.

"Hmm... I don't know..." you sing-songed, looking up at the sky.

"Dude are you crazy?" Aaron exclaimed, causing the others to argue in agreement with him.

"Okay, okay. Of course we would be happy to join you for a drink. Thank you."

Both groups cheered in approval.

"The only thing I ask in return is a little lesson in Italian and, if all goes well, a pretty lady's number at the end of the night," he said smoothly, giving you a look.

The others looked between you with wide eyes, surprised at his open flirting. You couldn't help but smile and blush before replying.

"I think that's something I can manage. Now come on, your first lesson will be in ordering drinks," you said, grabbing his hand to lead him in what was about to be the best night of his life.

And yours.

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A/N: Okay fun fact I thought up this concept immediately after publishing La Vita Dolce and just... never wrote it? The entire work was actually written around the one Italian phrase I used haha.

Anyways... Hope you all enjoyed as per usual and feel free to hmu anytime about anything :)

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got-to-love-a-badboy · 3 years

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Special guest

Previous chapter ^^^

Special guest

Chapter 9 - say cheese!!

Jack Grealish x Female character

@rosiegrealish I hope your heart is ok ❤️😂

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Ellie took a picture of her self to post online seen as she couldn't post her and Jack.

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@Jesshaw132 AH babe that dress looks amazing on you!!

@Liam333 - Enjoy, El ❤️

@Jackgrealish - 😍

@user12 - Date night with who?! Jack has been commenting an awful lot

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The car ride the the restaurant was fairly quiet although Jacks hand never left Ellie's thigh, his fingers traced small circles on her leg, it felt soothing and calming, as she was starting to panic about meeting his friends and their partners, Jack sensed her tension, "Ellie, it will be fine, they'll love you, just relax, we'll have an amazing night, I promise", Ellie leaned into Jack, really appreciating his support.

Finally the car pulled up outside a very posh restaurant, luckily there were no press outside, they must not have heard Jack and his friends would be here tonight, Jack opened the door and stepped out of the car waiting for Ellie, he took her hand and helped her out the car as he flashed her his flirty smile.

Once Ellie was out of the car the two walked into the restaurant, Jack went first knowing that Ellie would be too shy to go first.

"JACKY BOY!!", The two heard bellow through the restaurant, Jack let out a hearty laugh before looking down at Ellie, "that's John McGinn", Ellie smiled up at him, she felt like she was in above her head!.

A few seconds later the two walked around the corner, to the back of the restaurant where Jacks friends were all sat, there were around 20 people at the tables, Ellie's nerves began to take over but Jack was on it, he knew how full oh his friends could be and that matched with how nervous Ellie was, it wasn't a good mixture.

John stood up and hugged Jack, "Alright boy! About time where you been!", then his eyes met Ellie's, "ah right I see where you've been!, Keeping this beauty away, hello darling, my names John, pretty much our Jacky boys keeper", Ellie smiled at John, "yeah he needs someone looking after him", she told him, "well at least he has you now" John replied as Ellie felt Jacks grip on her hip tighten, "come sit down and meet everyone else. Iv kept you two long enough" John told them as they walked to the tables.

Jack introduced Ellie to one of his closest friends Tyrone Mings, "it's lovey to meet you Ellie, Jack has talked about you none stop, literally I feel like if know you forever with everything he's said about", Ellie covered her face and laughed feeling a little shy, "alright Ty! Your suppose to be helping me look cool", the pair laughed as Tyrone turned to talk to somebody else, Ellie leaned into Jacks shoulder, "it's cute that you've talked about me to you friends", Jack brushed the hair from her face and smiled, "yeah?, have you talked to Jessica about me?", Ellie gave him a little laugh, "uh yeah, none stop" she laughed again as Jack kissed the top of her head.

The rest of the evening went really well, Ellie got talking to some of the other girls, "Hey El, we're going to the ladies you coming?" Leon Baily's partner, Stephanie said as she held her hand out for Ellie, she politely accepted as she felt Jacks had slide from off her thigh.

Once in the ladies room the other girls did what they had to as Stephanie stood next to Ellie, "you seen so good for him", Ellie smiled at her before saying, "aww thank you but it's nothing serious at the minute we're just friends", Stephanie shook her head and smiled, "not for Jack, iv seen him bring nobody's out before and iv seen him down on a night out because he wants that somebody, this is neither of them, how he looks at you is just the cutest thing iv ever seen, what makes you say its nothing serious?" Stephanie asked, Ellie could feel herself getting hot, she didn't do interrogations especially about her and Jacks relationship when she didn't know what it was or what she should say, "we've just spoken about how we feel and decided on taking it slow so yeah, nothing major", Ellie smiled before leaning in the mirror to play with her hair, "ok babe, he's spoken to me before about the woman he wants and El, it sounds just like you, anyway I'm all team Jellie!" The group of girls laughed before returning to the boys.

Ellie looked at Jack as she walked back to the table, he was talking to Ty, he was laughing and had a huge playful smile on his face, but as soon as his eyes locked with hers she noticed the look that Steph was talking about, he had a small genuine smile on his face, and she knew how silly it sounded but his eyes had a glimmer to them, she squeezed back into the seat next to him and his arm instantly fell behind her landing on her hip as he pulled her closer, "everything good, you look flush", Ellie smiled at him, it was cute how he noticed every small change in her appearance, "yeah I'm good, the girls were quizzing me on what we were", he rolled his eyes, 'Steph' he thought, "no it's not bad I just got flustered, I didn't know what to say, I mean we don't have even know what this is, let alone tell people what it is, but Steph has totally shipped us, we're Jellie now", Jack let out a hearty laugh before looking at a smiling Steph, "Jellie? Really", she didn't say anything back, just replying with a small smile and blowing kisses to then couple.

The night carried on into the early hours with the group heading to a bar, they had all had plenty to drink, Leon had taken Steph home as she had a little too much to drink, Ty had pulled some random and was sat in a booth necking with her, Ellie had one last sip of her drink before pulling Jack up by his hand, "come dance with me, Grealish", he did as he was told snd followed Ellie to the dance floor, she began shaking her hips to the beat of the music, Jack snaked his hands around her hips from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, "tonight has been amazing El, thank you", he whispered into her ear, She smiled at his cuteness, "it really has, I wish it didn't have to end" she told him, Jack spun her around so he was facing him, "who says it has to?", he questioned.

They danced until the song finished, then Jack suggested they head back to his, Ellie agreed to the idea and followed him outside.

As they were walking to the car Jack threw his arm over Ellie's shoulder and pulled her closer, the two looked into each other's eyes when Jack pulled Ellie closer and locked their lips, after a few seconds Ellie pulled away to get her breath back, she was about to speak but Jack beat her to it, "I can't get enough of you Ellie Lowe", Ellie was in shock at his comment, part of her knew it was the drink but deep down she wanted to believe things would be the same in the morning.

She was snapped from her thoughts when she saw a bright light in front of her flashing, 'was it police? An ambulance' Ellie thought, then she realised, 'oh shit! Paparazzi!'..........

#Jack Grealish #jack grealish fic #jack grealish fanfiction

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3d-wifey · 4 years

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Among Us AU (Students)

I'm picturing this as them being actual characters in the game, not them playing the game.

Let's get the colors out of the way first:

Kiri is red, Denki is yellow, Bakugou is orange, Mina is pink, Deku is dark green, Tsu is lime, Iida is dark blue, Todoroki is white, Ochako is brown, Mirio is cyan, Tamaki is black, and Shinsou is purple.

Best Imposters: Mirio, DEKU, Shinsou, Tamaki, and Bakugou

Best Crewmates: IIDA, Deku, Todoroki, Tsu

Iida is probably the fastest crewmate, so nobody bothers going after him.

Wears the safety mask.

He calls regular emergency meetings as "check-ups" and is very adamant about the buddy system.

Can be seen chopping the air whenever he "thinks" he saw someone venting and when he's arguing during discussions.

Usually takes charge during discussions and if he dies, then Mirio takes charge

You'll probably find him in security watching the cameras.

It's very obvious whenever he's the importer.

He literally never vents.

He sticks to snapping necks and then speeding off so fast you can't catch him on the cameras

But he always gives himself away by getting super defensive when anybody asks him a question

"Where were you, Iida?"

"My location during the murder is none of your concern. I don't have to tell you anything at all. In fact, you can come see me scan in Medbay. Actually, don't! You might be the impostor yourself, Midoriya! Trying to pull the wool over our eye–"

"Yeah, go ahead and vote him out. 😪"

Mina, Denki, and Eijiro all dance around Bakugou while he's doing his tasks like cheerleaders and it pisses him the hell off because he can't focus.

Kirishima picks up any babies or pets that were left behind, even if he was the imposter.

He wears the ninja headband because they look "manly".

He honestly hates being the imposter because he gets so stressed out.

Usually just sticks to sabotaging.

He's really reluctant to kill and when he does, it is super sloppy.

One of those alien imposters that eat the crewmates. 🥴

He doesn't really defend himself if the crew starts suspecting him tho.

"I'm sorry I killed you, Shoto. That was super unmanly. 😞"

Shoto's ghost: 😐

Speaking of Shoto, he very rarely does tasks.

The only reason he's a good crewmate is because he's so quiet, the imposter won't even notice he's in the same room when they vent or kill someone.

Wears nothing but his suit, but can be persuaded to wear the halo.

You'll probably find him just wandering around in the halls, so he's an easy kill.

He's one of those Chaotic Neutral characters that say you can vote them out if they're wrong.

"I think I saw Kaminari kill Midoriya...but I could be wrong. You guys can just vote me out if I'm wrong."

He and Deku are very good at doing double kills and then venting right after.

He kills with knives or by impaling and then just walks off because he forgets he can vent.

But, he's not a good imposter by himself because he's kinda forgetful and doesn't make good arguments for himself.

"Shoto's faking tasks."

"No, I'm not. 😐"

Kirishima, Ochako, and Tsu are really reluctant to vote anyone out.

Everyone hates when they're the last people left because they usually throw the entire game.

While Kirishima and Tsu could be persuaded with evidence, Ochako usually just skips.

"Do we really have to vote them out? I mean...do you actually have proof?"

"I literally saw them kill Tsu."

"I don't know. I'm just gonna skip."

Ochako has to snap people's necks because she's too poor to afford a gun 😔.

Ochako, Mirio, and Mina refuse to kill anyone with pets or babies. They're murderers, not monsters.

Ochako and Tsu wear matching pink flowers.

Bakugou is a terrible crewmate, merely because he throws wild accusations until they stick (mostly at Deku)

“Deku’s the imposter!”

“Bakugou...Deku’s dead this round. 👁👄👁”

He gets so mad anytime the crew wants to vote him out, even if he is the imposter.

"I think it was Bakugou."

"No, the hell it wASN'T!"

"You've just been a little sus, dude."

"I WAS DOING MY TASK THIS WHOLE TIME AND YOU PIECES OF SHIT THINK IT'S ME?!? ARE YOU DEADASS?!💥🖐🏻🤬"

"What are you getting so mad for? 👀"

"I'M "GETTING MAD" BECAUSE YOU BACK ALLEY RAT TURDS ARE BLAMING ME, KNOWING DAMN WELL YOU SAW ME DOING TASKS! I'M NOT THE-"

And he's a petty bitch so he never does his tasks as a ghost. He just grumbles and follows Kiri around.

Wears that backwards hat because he thinks it looks cool, but don't say anything about it or he will take it off.

Now, he's really in his element as the imposter.

🌠Gaslighting: the game🌠

Deku better hope they never get paired up together, because Bakugou will follow him around and report him as soon as he kills.

"Deku's the imposter. I caught his dumbass lacking."

"K-Kacchan? 🥺"

He prefers to work by himself, but he'll corporate with Kiri, Denki, or Mina.

Weapon of choice is a knife because it's hands-on and he really likes to...get into character.

Tsu and Mina are both imposter types that eat people.

They also have a ton of pets and babies with them at all times

Mina will never empty the garbage.

Ever.

She also wears those cute devil horns.

Tsu always does her tasks as a ghost and then hovers by the abandoned babies/pets.

"Has anybody seen Tsu?"

Tsu: 🐸❤👶🏽

She's also really good at telling when someone is lying, that's why she's one of the first killed.

Denki tries his best, but...

"Leave the electrical tasks to me!"

And then he comes back like: 👍🏻🥴👍🏻

Just completely fried.

He wears that posted note that says "Dum" because he thinks its "ironic"...nobody even bothers telling him it's not.

Really reluctant to kill, but he doesn't understand how to sabotage so it's his only option. He just uses a gun because it seems less personal.

"Sorry to do this to ya, dude. But you know how it goes. 🔫😗✌🏼"

Shinsou's power makes him win every game as an imposter. He's basically OP.

"Hey, Shinsou! Did you just vent?"

"Did you?"

"No–"

"Yeah, how bout you come jump on this knife 😼🔪"

Nobody ever sees him because he likes traveling through the vents and it's crazy because no one ever questions him either.

Sleeps in the vents.

He wears the red beanie.

He generally sticks to popping out of a vent, snapping necks, and going back into the vents.

Knows the vent system of every map like the back of his hand.

Sometimes he uses a knife if he's feeling ✨ᖴᗩᑎᑕY✨

A horrible crewmate.

He'll be sleeping in places he shouldn't be.

Like, he'll do some of his tasks, but he's not running to fix the O2 or the Reactor.

The alarms could be blaring and he'll be like:

"I'm sure somebody'll get that 😴."

He never brings anything to the discussion AT ALL.

He just votes with the majority, honestly.

He literally can not be found in the entire ship and you'll only see him at discussions, then he disappears like a shadow.

So, it's obvious that he rarely gets killed.

He only really pairs up with Deku (and he's usually the one that kills Shinsou)

Poor Tamaki.

He, like Denki, tries his best.

Please, God, don't leave him alone.

He tries to stay with Mirio or Kiri when doing tasks.

He wears that little green plant on his head 🥺.

The thought of there being a murderer around every corner stresses him the fuck out, so his hands are too shaky to do wires.

Doesn't like long tasks, they leave him too exposed.

If you think he's nervous during tasks, imagine him during discussions.

It's like doing back to back presentations on a topic you never researched.

He tries to be helpful by adding his two cents, but there are definitely some...big personalities in the group.

"I...think I s-saw orange vent."

"What the hell are you mumbling about?! Speak up, dammit!"

"N-nevermind, it's no use. 😞"

Now, he's surprisingly a really good imposter.

He's one of the few that nobody ever expects.

He works better with Mirio or Kirishima, and while he prefers to just sabotage, he isn't afraid to eat a bitch.

Tentacles come out of his stomach, so he's just waiting in decontamination like:

🧍🏻‍♂️🐙

You wouldn't think Mirio would be a good imposter, but that's EXACTLY what he wants you to think.

He's smarter than he let's on and he plays dumb to his advantage.

"Mirio, why didn't you go to reactor when the alarm went off?"

"I was looking for my buddy, Tamaki. And I got a bit lost."

"Why didn't you just use your map—"

"Heh, we should just skip, right? 😅👍🏻"

Uses his big boy muscles to snap necks and then self-reports.

Says a corny dad joke before he kills someone.

"Hey, What does a liar do after he dies?"

"Wha—"

"He lies still. Heh, get it? 👱🏻"

"😐"

"👱🏻🔪"

Wears a banana peel on his head and I feel like that needs no explanation.

He relies heavily on his quirk to move around as an imposter and a crewmate.

He just fucking pops out of the ground.

This also means he can catch imposters in the act.

He works well with anyone, but he still makes a good imposter by himself.

He really likes the Sked because of the simple design.

Follows people around for fun and his dumbass gets voted off because of it.

Uses his quirk to pop through walls and scare people.

"Hah. Key swipe, huh? 👱🏻"

Always swipes his key perfectly every time.

He does all of the tasks that nobody else wants to, including his own.

"What did you call an emergency meeting for, Mirio?"

"I just missed you guys. ☺"

"..."

"Vote him out."

Now, Izuku is really good in either role.

This is partially because of a little notebook he keeps filled with stats on the crewmates.

It also holds notes on how long it takes to complete different tasks, multiple layouts of the different ships, a list of combinations for O2, etc.

This comes in handy during discussions.

"Wait. Mina, you came from the labs all the way to the office to call a meeting? And you said it took you four minutes to get here while running, but that's, at least, a fifteen-minute journey, even if you ran at your maximum speed. The only people who could get here that fast are Iida, Mirio, and I. But, there is a vent that leads from the labs to storage and you could probably get here in four minutes if you used it. Also, if you saw Tamaki kill Todoroki, why didn't you just report the body—"

"Oh my God, Izuku. Just vote me out. 😒"

After finishing his tasks, he usually goes to admin to keep an eye on the body count. If not there, he'll be taking notes in the cafeteria.

He gets really focused on his tasks, so he's kind of an easy kill.

He has a little green baby on his head and his name is Kota 😌.

The notebook also helps him out when he's the imposter.

He knows which rooms have vents and where they lead.

Nobody ever suspects sweet baby Izuku to be the killer 🥺 no, not wittle baby boy.

Nobody, but Katsuki.

Literally, if there's no concrete evidence against him, hardly anyone thinks it's him.

And Katsuki isn't exactly trustworthy when it comes to Izuku, but he's literally right every time.

The king of sabotage.

He'll hit the lights, lock the door to Electrical, turn on O2, stab someone in the dark, and then vent to the other side of the ship.

As I said earlier, he's really good at getting double kills and then venting away.

He's real handy with a knife, but he has a strength-based quirk so he could snap necks if he wants.

They hardly ever win by finishing all of their tasks, because Mirio keeps following people around, Katsuki doesn't do tasks as a ghost, Kiri doesn't know how to upload the files, Shinsou sleeps through every alarm, Shoto forgets he has a map and gets lost, and Denki won't do his unless Iida chases him around and forces him.

God help these children 😩.

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thinking-about-sw33ts · 3 years

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нσρєfυℓℓу уσυ gυуѕ ℓιкє∂ тнιѕ! ι тяιє∂ тσ ∂σ αѕ мυ¢н яєѕєαя¢н σи нσω ρєσρℓє ριєя¢є тнєιя єαя(ѕ)! ѕσ ιf ι gσт ѕσмєтнιиg ωяσиg, ρℓєαѕє тєℓℓ мє! тнє ѕαиє gσєѕ fσя αиу ѕρєℓℓιиg єяяσяѕ/мιѕтαкєѕ!

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⭐️Piercings⭐️

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Anime:

🗝Nanbaka🗝

Ship(s):

Main Ship:

🃏Uno🃏 X 🛠Trois🛠

Supporting Ship(s):

💢Honey💢 X 🎥Tsukumo🎥

Type:

🌸Fluff🌸

🌶Spicy🌶

AU(Alternative Universe):

🛍Shop Owners🛍

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📑Narrator’s P.O.V📑(Point of View):

Apparently there’s lots of perks of having a boyfriend skilled in Piercings, as well as tattoos. Uno having this type of boyfriend, Trois.

Uno was in fact lucky he had this type of boyfriend, due to having an urge to pierce his ears. Not only was Trois a tattoo artist, a piercer, he was also a skilled engineer.

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🃏Uno’s P.O.V🃏(Point of View):

“Hey, I think I wanna pierce my ears!” I announced to my boyfriend, who was sitting across from me, reading his magazine.

He looks up, clearly surprised. “Are you sure Uno? I mean they are permanent.” Trois asked, putting down his magazine and resting his face on his propped up arm. A gentle smile grazing his face.

“Yup! I’m sure.” I approved, jumping slightly in my seat, generally excited. “Mhm Alright. We’ll have to do it in my shop, though.

Considering the fact that my tools are there. We also have to wake up early due to my booked schedule.” Trois explained, while walking to my side of the table. Kissing my cheek softly, making me chuckle softly. “That’s gay man.” I joked. “Uno we’re literally dating.”

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✨Timeskip✨

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🃏Uno’s P.O.V🃏(Point of View):

We did in fact wake up early, but that didn’t really bother both of us due to our shop opening hours. Although Trois did wake up a bit grumpy because he didn’t get his good amount of cuddles, and kisses in the morning. We quickly boarded Trois’ Mint green motorcycle to head over to his shop, me holding on to Trois for dear life during the whole thing.Once we had indeed arrived there we quickly parked by a Red McLaren Elva. I whistled to myself, checking out the amazing sports car.

Next thing I know Trois slapped me by the back of the head. “Hey! What was that for!” I cried out, holding the back of my head. “Don’t even think about stealing it. I don’t want to bail you out of jail, again. Also that car belongs to Honey, so he’ll get mad if you tamper with it.” Trois complained, putting one of his hands on his hip, while the other was pointed up to the sky, swishing around.

“Can't believe that’s his car, also my poor cuticles can’t handle this abuse.” I mumbled to myself, dejected. “Oh cheer up. You’re about to get your piercing, and as an apology I’ll even buy you that face cream you use.” Trois suggested, getting his keys and opening the door. I nod, feeling better. Once he finally opens the door he quickly intertwines his hand with mine, making me smile softly. He soon drags me inside the store, me stumbling quite a bit, before coming to a halt. That halt made me stumble onto his back.

“Oh, I didn’t know you would be here, Honey.” Trois called, surprised. I looked at who Trois was speaking to, indeed showing that it was Honey. “Who’s that guy with you?” I ask, seeing a man above average height, with pink hair, as well as a black mask. I had also noticed he had tan skin. “None of your business!” Honey yelled, clearly agitated. Before things could get out of hand, Trois pulled me to a separate room.

I quickly realized that it was where they pierced various clients, due to the tools sitting on a tray on a silver table near a jet black chair. “You can go ahead and sit on the chair.” Trois suggested putting on black plastic gloves. I sat on the chair, as I was instructed to. “So what piercings would you like?” Trois asked, pulling out another chair, positioning it next to mine, and sitting on it.

“I want one on each ear, and maybe on my industrial, and upper lobe.” I explained. Trois just listened intently, nodding once I was done speaking. Soon enough he started to pierce my ear. He held my ear with his hand, while the other was holding a needle. He poked my ear with said needle, through the industrial, leaving a tube. He did the same thing just below the helix. He then replaced the tubes with a blue straight piece before screwing on the blue beads on each side. I flinched. “Relax.” Trois cooed, while I tried to calm down.

He then started to pierce the one on my upper lobe. Placing another blue stud piercing, so that it would match the industrial piercing I had. As well as the one I had located at my lobe.. “Alright I’ll do the other ear next, but before we continue look.” Trois instructed, holding a large square mirror up to my ears for me to see. I was overjoyed with the result, seeing that it looked very nice. “Now for the next one.” Trois announced. ‘Oh yeah, I forgot they had to do the other ear too.’ I thought to myself.

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✨After piercing the other ear✨

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🃏Uno’s P.O.V🃏(Point of View):

I sat on my boyfriend’s lap. The new piercings hurting on each ear, clearly swollen. “Don’t worry Uno, that's just part of the healing process.” Trois reassured, cuddling me protectively on his lap “You better buy me that face cream, damn pretty boy.” I threatened, holding on to him tighter. Him just nervously chuckling back. After a while, our cuddling session sadly ended, due to me having to open the flower shop next door. Trois slowly led me out of the room we were currently in, to the front door of the shop, our hands intertwined throughout the whole way.

Before we actually got to the front door we managed to see Honey and the guy he was with making out. Honey being pushed against the wall, making various noises. Soon after Honey gets pushed down a wooden table. Various tools such as wrenches and screwdrivers scattering all over the stone ground. Suddenly they pull apart. At that moment I soon realized that the guy he was with was a popular actor, Tsukumo. “Take me.” Honey murmurs out, although me and Trois clearly heard it. Before things can get out of control, Trois coughs out so that it can get their attention.

Just when they looked over, they quickly separated. Honey looked away in order to hide his blushing face. Soon after what had happened, Trois led me out of his shop and to mines. Which were just right next to his. Before I went into my shop, I turned around and pecked his cheek. Receiving a surprised look, which slowly turned into a loving smile

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✨Bonus✨

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💢Honey’s P.O.V💢(Point of View):

“Hey Honey, I think I need to go. My manager is probably freaking out right now.” Tsukumo explained, giving me one last final kiss before leaving. Before he could call his manager on his phone, I whispered to him, “I love you.” Tsukumo softly smiles at me, before saying it back. Making my porcelain skin lightly tinted with a shade of red. Soon after he left. Leaving me a smiling mess. “Seems like you really like him, huh.” Trois teased, before carrying a toolbox off somewhere. “Shut up you hideous prick!” I shout at him, embarrassed.

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theficplug · 4 years

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𝓅𝓉 𝟤

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: 𝟣𝟪+ , 𝓈𝓂𝓊𝓉

𝓔𝓻𝓲𝓴 𝔁 𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

{𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓰𝓸𝓮𝓼 𝓸𝓷 𝓪 𝓬𝓻𝓾𝓲𝓼𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵𝓼 𝓭𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴 𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓽-𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓹 & 𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓔𝓻𝓲𝓴 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓼 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝓶𝓸𝓼𝓽. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸 𝓽𝓸 𝓪 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼. 𝓘 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓷 𝓶𝓸𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝓼𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓯𝓲𝓬 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓭𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓭 4 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓼😂. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓰𝓰𝓵𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵. 𝓘 𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂'𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓮𝓷𝓳𝓸𝔂✌🏾 𝔁}

His fingertips danced along your spine following the golden sunlight against your umber skin. While you laid next to him softly placing kisses to his shoulder and chest.

You smiled to yourself remembering how damn near perfect last night was. He didn't ask anything of you after giving you one of the most mind blowing orgasms of your life.

He just cuddled you almost swaying you as you fell asleep nestled against his side.

You felt him toss and turn until you wrapped your arms around him. Although he's never admit to being a little spoon.

"Damn, it must really be paradise here. 'Cause it can't get more perfect than this. I haven't slept all night like that in a long time." He says lowly his voice slightly raspy and deeper from the tiredness lingering.

"I mean besides the morning breath. Whew yours is kicking." You say to him jokingly before he scoops you closer into his arms and kisses all over your neck.

"Come shower with me then?" He proposed, already halfway out of the bed.

After grabbing your things you headed towards the large bathtub with him. It was absolutely breathtaking and you still couldn't imagine how you pulled off getting a ticket for this luxurious cruise.

"What's on your mind? " He asks while pulling you closer to rest against him. His warm wet hands soothing over the kinks in your back.

"Just thinking of how quickly everything has moved. First it was the breakup and then getting the position I've always wanted. And coming on this cruise and finally reuniting with you. It has just been a world wind of emotions. But as corny as it is. I'm glad that I'm with you right now." You say quietly before looking up at him and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

"You still got them same ass big brown eyes. The kind you can't forget if you tried to. I never really gotta chance to say I'm sorry. I ain't mean to take off like that. I had some things that I had to take care of back then. Things that I'm still taking care of now. Things that I wanna tell you about but I feel like that's too much too soon." He says never once breaking eye contact with you as he chose his words carefully.

You eyed him for a moment wondering what changed with him when he left. You wanted to question the scars that carried ghosts of his past etched across his skin or to ask him why he trembled when you held him last night. But you settled on a gentle kiss to his chest.

" All that matters right now is that you're safe. In time maybe you'll comfortable enough to tell me all about it. I believe that everybody's gotta past. It's alright" You soothe him and you can feel him for once relax against the bathtub.

You slowly glide your hand down his body to stroke him softly.

You noticed that eye contact is a big thing for him as you watch him melt under your gaze and touch.

You pump him slowly as you rest your forehead against his and press a kiss to his lips.

You sink down onto him slowly. Taking a moment to work him in fully before working all the way up and back down again to find a rhythm. "I'm glad that I'm here with you." You repeat against his lips as you slowly start to ride him.

At first he just holds onto you as if you're going to float away. He's kissing every part of you that he can touch before burying his face in your breasts as you hold his head against you. You maneuvered lower so that he can tug teasingly on the right nipple then the left.

Your hand smacks against the the outside of the bathtub as a kneejerk reaction to him beginning to fuck you back. His hand gripping onto your right hip tighter as he angles you slightly and drives into you at a new angle.

"Eriiikkkk. Right there. Right there. Keep going baby-" You whine into his mouth as you find the right rhythm between the two of you.

You roll your hips down while he's giving deeper strokes into you from below.

"You close huh? Don't run from it. Come on. Don't hold shit back from me." He demands as he grips your left hip harder holding you into place as he pounds into you and uses his other hand to massage your clit.

That one last stroke had your arching your back into him and he took the opportunity to latch onto your nipple again nibbling it as he strokes you through your orgasm not stopping the rhythm between lightning fast strokes and then rolling his hips.

You squeal as you hold onto his shoulders and bounce yourself through it before falling forward into him.

"Nuh uh. Don't hold back neither. Give me that shit. You're hard as a fucking brick for me. I know you wanna cum. C'mon bae." You tease you whine your hips fluidly against him teasing him up and down you.

He groans loudly and squeezes your cheeks hard holding you against him as his head rolls back and you grip his beard for him to look at you.

"Please, cum for me." You whisper to him as you feel him throbbing and pulsing ready to spill over for you he leans up and leave kisses down your neck before biting onto your shoulder hard as his stomach clenches and he releases for you.

"Goooddd. So good for me. " You moan praising him for giving you what you wanted.

After showering for real this time he left you to do your makeup and pick out an outfit for the day.

"I don't know how I feel about this look. I mean we're supposed to dock in like an hour and go sightseeing . And I'm late. I was supposed to meet the girls for breakfast. 10 minutes ago. So, this is good?" You say to Erik showing him the cherry red sleeveless dress that draped off over your back with a slit up the thigh.

It was the perfect shade to make your bronze skin pop along with the matching red lipstick and a simple winged liner.

You leaned your weight to one hip and smoothed out the dress smiling to yourself for a second as you watch him eyeing you up and down.

"You look so damn fine. I wanna spend all day in bed with you but these niggas tryna go snorkeling and shit." He says to you as you shake your head while laughing at him.

"That sounds fun though. I think we're gonna hit up all the major food spots and tourist-y things we can today. But I'll meet up with you tonight. Gimme kiss." You say to him before you both head out.

On your way to the elevator you finally check your phone and see all the missed calls and texts from Derrick. 'Shit.' was your only thought as you scrolled through them.

"I'm not gonna apologize cause I'm grown. I can do whatever with whoever I wanna do it with. But I didn't mean for you to hear all of that. I must've called you by accident last night." You say to him as he answers the phone.

"So are we even now?" Is the only thing he asks as you shake your head at how unbelievable he is.

"Not even close. Look I've gotta go. I just wanted to call and clear the air so that you don't think this was something planned to "get back at you "."

"To be honest I deserve more than an accidental call. I'm sorry. I really am. I know that I fucked up a good thing. I hope that someday we can at least go back to being friends." He says and for a moment you wanna believe that that's possible.

"Friends don't do that to each other Derrick. Like I said I just wanted to clear the air. I gotta go." You say hanging up quickly once you make it to the cute little cafe on the second floor of the ship.

You take a deep breath in before walking in and over to the table where your friends already eating and cackling about something.

"Good morning y'all. I- I overslept." You say to them with a small smirk while sitting down.

"BITCHHHHH. Yo ass got good dick glow written all over you. That birth control was doing its job this morning! " Khadijah laughs as you throw an orange slice her way.

"Sebastian wasn't it though. 2 words. Chicken Nugggeeeettt. He's sweet as gold and we have so much in common but like y'all. " Khadi adds

"UH UUHHH. Girl, and he was talking big game and ended up whipping out the shrimp?" Tasha says to Khadi in disbelief

"Good morning. It looks like you had fun last night. Here we ordered you shrimp and grits and we're gonna need the full run down. So here" Tasha says as she puts the breakfast platter on your side of the table and Lynelle leans in closer.

"Shush like you and Tasha's bag wasn't buzzing its way through TSA. Y'all I ain't even gon lie. Mans ate the soul clean outta my body. I was shaking and shit. I thought I was bout to morph into something. I'm like girl is this the moment where I turn into a Demogorgon. And then he just like held me and that kinda intimacy I hadn't felt in so long. Everything was going good. Morning sex was bomb...But then the gag is i must've accidentally called Derrick right before that cause he heard everything." You say and then watch Tasha , Khadi, and Lynelle cut up.

Tasha was clapping and laughing as Tasha and Lynelle tried to hold it in before laughing until the point of tears.

"Wait , wait I'm hollering." Tasha yells

You set there with your arms crossed before cracking into a giggle of your own.

"I don't know why I felt bad. But I did after I found out what happened. Is that weird?" You ask as you push the food around the plate.

"As a psychologist, I want to say something profound like. Dopamine causes us to try and find the love object, hence why we spend days thinking about the other person. It’s for this very reason that it can be so incredibly hard for us to move on to a relationship with someone else. We tend to idealize our exes and distort the memories we have with them. We romanticise the reality and forge an idea in our minds of what life with them is like when often it’s not the truth. But as your best friend I just wanna say fuck Derrick and his feelings." Khadi says bluntly while sipping on the mimosa

"She ain't wrong. He didn't really take your feelings into consideration when he did what he did. So, i'm with Khadi on this one. Fuck Derrick." Lennie says as she raises her glass

"FUCK DERRICK" y'all say in unison as all 3 of you raise your glass for a toast.

After the ship docked and you realised you were gonna be staying at a villa not too far from Erik's everything seemed to go smoothly.

You and Erik ended up venturing off together to all the little boutiques and food spots on your list.

Tasha and Lennie wanted to do all the cute tourist-y things on their own little list.

Khadi ended up going with Sebastian to do the snorkeling activities and meeting the dolphins. It turned out that they both love the ocean and marine life.

After sending each other quick texts about the change of plans. You agreed to meet up for dinner and to test out Club Jenja later on.

He didn't smother you when you and the girls danced at the club. But you could feel his eyes on you when men got too close to you for his liking. He did come by occasionally to ask you if you were okay or if you needed a water. Or if he just wanted a kiss from you.

He was currently standing by the bar talking to his boys when you notice a dark haired woman and another girl saunter up to him.

While they were standing there telling him their whole life story it seemed. His eyes never left yours.

"My feet hurt." You say to him as you walk over to as if the girls aren't standing there.

"Let's go then." He replied simply already done with the scene and just wanted to be chilling with you.

Your feet were done at this point from dancing all night in them skinny ass heels and he ain't hesitate to carry you bridal style to the Uber.

You wasted no time pulling off your look and slipping into one of your oversized shirts.

"You play too much. Why you left your girlfriend hanging like that?" you ask him laughing softly into his shoulder.

Of course he wanted to stay at your villa tonight.

You were both a little tipsy on the shots from the bar and realised that honey whiskey made both of y'all all lovey dovey.

"She really said I hope y'all enjoy your honeymoon. You a cute couple. Maybe she seen something with us." he says repeating the elderly lady that y'all met in a souvenir shop earlier. Then pondering the thought

"She was really cute though." You say to him as he helps you wipe your makeup and adjust your head scarf in the back for you.

"You wanna use this face mask? You gotta lil sunburn right here on your nose. I told you to wear sunscreen. Talking bout lotion gonna cover it." You scold him softly before giving him a kiss to the tip of his nose.

"Yeah , lemme go pee real quick." He says before moving from sitting between your legs on the bed.

You knew that you both weren't going to sleep anytime soon. So, you grabbed the laptop and turned on your playlist which mostly consisted of smooth r&b.

You watched as Erik walked out of the bathroom grooving to music and leaned down to kiss you.

Safe to assume that it's impossible to get over how his kisses made your skin light up like the 4th of July.

3 glasses of wine later and y'all were deep into conversation about everything from is there life on other planets to life paths.

"I think if I wasn't a stylist I'd be a criminal psychologist. That type of stuff has always seemed interesting to me." You say as he asks if you watched the new I Am A Killer series on Netflix.

To him revealing that he has a 4 year old daughter.

"Ava? She's the most adorable little thing. I can't wait to meet her one day." You say as you look at the pictures of her. She had his nose and head shape but with hazel eyes. Her adorable 4c fro adorned with jewels and cornrows in the front clasped with berets.

You think for a second wanting to ask him about the situation with the baby mama but didn't want to pry too much into it. Especially if you too planned on just keeping things casual.

"I met her mama while I was deployed. She got ill, and ain't really make it too many days past Ava's 2nd birthday." He says as he rub the back of his neck and shake his head.

You let out a small pout before pulling him in for a warm hug. You lay back with him in your arms and scratch at his scalp gently.

"I can tell that she was a good woman. Just look at how smart and kind and caring Ava is already. She taught her so much in such an unfortunate amount of time." You say thinking over the appropriate answer for the situation.

It's wild to think about this man was your best friend for years. And it feels like everything and nothing has changed all at once.

"I hooked up with Mr. Thomas after graduation." You blurt and Erik looks up at you for a minute before laughing hard as fuck.

"What the fuck? How? When?" He asks as he shakes his head still laughing.

"Well, he been a whole ass snack since junior year and I saw him during the girls trip to Mardi Gras . Like around carnival time. And we just got to talking. He stopped teaching math and now he's like traveling the world and all of this stuff. " You say laughing

"I can't believe that shit. I used to be disrespectful as fuck to that nigga too. He know I was good at math and cause I used to skip his class he always tried to play me like I ain't know nothing. Like nigga I didn't need to cheat off nobody homework or test." He says scoffing at the thought before his phone begins to ring

"We going to the zoo today. Sing the song daddy." Ava asks and she nods before saying hello to her and her grandmother.

"Isn't she lovely. Isn't she wonderful-" He's cut off by her with a shake of her head.

"Not that one - the other one papa." She tells him and you look over to see him thinking before he dramatically says "ooh that one."

Your heart melted as they started singing together. She's smiling and laughing with her father as tried to sing with him.

"We're gonna have a good day. And all my homies gonna ride today. And all these mommies look fly today. And all we wanna do is get by today. Heyyy. We're gonna have a good day. And ain't nobody gotta cry today. Cause ain't nobody gonna die today. You save that drama for another day. Heyyy we gonna have a good day." He finishes and you swear that your heart grew at least two sizes watching him interact with her.

"Have fun at the zoo with Grandma, let her put the sunscreen on you when you get out , and say hey to the penguins for Daddy alright? I'll call you later. " He finishes and he says goodbye to her grandmother before ending the call.

"We came up with it when she start going to pre-school. She hated being away from me . So every morning we would sing the song together and she gets all the special hugs before she goes out the door to carry with her to have a good day. I don't miss a day." He explains and you couldn't help but kiss his face all over.

He was such a multi-faceted person to just sit back and admire. You could get use to this eventually being everyday.

But , a tinge of sadness couldn't help but wash over you . Thinking of what could've been if things hadn't happened the way that they did with you two.

You both eventually drift off while holding him in your arms, tipsy as hell, and feeling full of love.

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squirsquirrel · 4 years

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Unpopular/Undesired Ace Attorney Ship #1

Pairing: Kristoph x Apollo

June 17 5:37 PM

Wright Anything Agency

"Polly? Going out somewhere?"

"Yeah. I'll be back later."

"Okay, see you."

I smiled at Trucy before leaving the office, shutting the door behind me.

'Wright Anything Agency'. To think that I'd be working here after...

I shook the memory of that day out of my head. It had been my first trial with my mentor, Kristoph Gavin, the man in charge of Gavin Law Offices. I had studied under him, taken everything he said to heart and did my best to match his cool demeanour. I did everything I could to learn from him.

But now I can't.

It's getting a bit late. Hopefully they'll let me in.

I walked away from the door and down the many roads to my destination, my shadow stretching farther and growing darker as the sun slowly set behind the crowded buildings.

June 17 6:11 PM

Central Prison

Solitary Cell 13

...

"Hello, sir."

...

"H-how have you been, sir? I see that you're still as well looked after as alwa—"

"Apollo."

"Y-yes, sir!"

"Cut the formalities. You're no longer my student, right?"

"Right, sir..."

A laugh sounded from Kristoph. No one really ever hears him laugh. No one but me.

"Apollo, come closer."

I gulped and did as instructed. I was having minor panic attacks inside of me with each step I took closer to him, closer to the bars that held him.

Come on, Apollo! You're fine. I'm fine. I'm fine!

One more step. That's all there was between me, the bars, and Kristoph. I hesitantly took that last step, forcing myself to stop shaking and look up at Kristoph. Tears stung my eyes as I held them back.

"Apollo, please don't be like this. You're fine, right? You are strong."

"I-I-I am, sir! I mean, Kristoph sir!" I couldn't help the stutter in my voice nor avoid calling him sir.

Kristoph smiled. "That's better."

He reached his hand from behind the bars and stroked my cheek, wiping away any loose tears that I failed to keep in. I relaxed slightly at his touch, his warm hands gently reassuring me that everything was alright.

But nothing is. Nothing is alright. You're in there whilst I'm out here. This isn't right.

The tears began to fall, unable to hold them back anymore. I wailed loud and without restraint.

"A-Apollo?!"

"Why?! Why did this happen?!"

Why did you have to kill him?

Kristoph stood there, his composure slightly put off by my outburst, and sighed. "You keep bringing this up every time we meet, each time the same as the last."

"But look at us! We're separated! We can't be together like we used to!"

"I know, Apollo."

"So why?! Why did you have to do it?!"

"...It had to be done. I'm sorry, but that's all I can tell you."

We did not look at each other. Both our eyes were settled on the floor between us, bars included.

These stupid bars. They're in the way of me getting to him.

I kicked the bars in anger, punching them but not making a dent. I shook them with all my might. They didn't move.

"Apollo! Stop this right now!" Kristoph shouted at me, but I didn't care. He was trapped in there, all by himself, and it was making me go crazy.

"I can't take it anymore, Kristoph! I want these gone! I want to be with you! I want to be near you!" I gave the bars one more violent shake before collapsing against them. "I want you to hold me. I can't imagine going on without you."

The bars felt cold on my hot skin, residue of sweat and tears coating them. I could care less about their condition. They did nothing to ease the rage and sadness I felt inside. Unlike the lion locked inside a cage, I was locked outside, forced to watch my one and only desire rot away in this cell.

Why can't I be with you, inside that cell?

I sniffled and sobbed. There was nothing else I could do.

Two arms wrapped themselves around me. They pulled me into a tight embrace, pressing me hard against the bars and the body of my love. I looked up, seeing the familiar cool, blue eyes settle on my dark brown ones. His eyes had a smile that matched the smile on his mouth, the mouth that uttered so many sweet words in my ears and left me dazed every single time.

"I believe what you're trying to tell me is 'I love you'."

I smiled wildly. "Yes, I love you. I love you so much."

Kristoph nodded and pulled me closer to him. "I love you too."

This warmth. This scent. This is him. Even in prison he is still the same. He is still mine.

I nuzzled his chest as best I could, wanting to soak up as much of him as possible. "I don't want to leave."

He chuckled. "I know."

We stayed like that for a few more minutes, the bars seemingly becoming a part of us. It was just perfect, until a buzz sounded from my phone.

"Time's up, I suppose?"

I sighed, refusing to let go of him. "I guess so."

"You're not going to let go, are you?"

I shook my head. He gave a low chuckle before pulling away from me. "Come on, it's about time you got home anyway."

"But I—"

"Will you leave if I gave you kiss?"

I felt my face heat up. "I-I-I suppose I would..."

"Then come here."

I looked at him, red in the face. Standing on tiptoe, I inched myself closer to his face, restricted from going any further because of the bars. He bent down slightly to meet me halfway and locked me into a kiss that I wished would last for an eternity, despite how awkward it was.

After some time had passed, we broke apart. Still not happy about having to leave, I said goodbye. As I was about to leave, Kristoph grabbed my hand.

"Apollo."

"Yes?"

"Will you be coming back?"

I smiled. "Of course, I will!"

"Good." Kristoph smirked. "Next time you do, I'll prepare something special for you."

I gulped, sweat forming on my brow. "S-something special?"

"Yes," he began stroking one of the bars of his cell, "something very special."

I felt the blood rush to my face and hastily pulled my hand out of his grip, walking away and out of the prison. As I walked down the many roads back to the agency, I was desperately hoping no one could see the flustered state I was in.

The next time I meet him, it'll be so much worse....I wish I didn't think that.

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