#DID YOU HAVE TO BRING UP THAT EMBARRASING MOMENT IN FRONT OF THE REPORTERS????

[ratatatastic]

cats released a pomo supercut for playoff interviews and theres like 2 clips of him bullying ekky (pomo jokingly saying ekkys out of the lineup because he was responsible for the sole giveaway of the night; and pomo mentioning ekky eating shit at morning skate and going "that was pretty funny") but theres like more instances where he does that during playoffs for example re: telling an anecdote where ekky, like the proud man he was, was moody at morning skate after a -2 game vs the bs and the next game he redeems himself and goes "whatd you expect" to paul ofc more cursing was definitely involved but you know we have to remain pg around here and re: when paul gets told ekky praised the coaching staff he goes "well that was very nice of aaron to say i didnt think he was listening"

[willowfolksong]

will you still want me?

- Kakucho Hitto x Reader

- SFW

This work belongs in the same universe as The Bonten guys dating a model and The Tenjiku guys dating a model.

"So, no man in your life?" the reporter insists, and Kakucho's grip on his knee turns painful.

He doesn't feel it.

He doesn't feel anything.

He takes a sip of his whiskey and looks back at the screen.

You're embarrased. He's seen that look. Embarrased and mortified, and he knows the blush that dusts your cheeks goes all the way down to your nipples.

"I have several man in my life" you say, teasing smile tense and unnatural. Kakucho knows how your real teasing smile looks. It's small, and sensual, and it actually reaches your eyes. The reporter doesn't knows you're faking, of course, and still gushes to the camera. You're quick to correct her, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear "But I'm not involved romantically with any of them. I'm talking about my dad, my friends. Those are the men I need"

The reporter arches an eyebrow, looks at the camera for a moment and then back at you. Your attention is slipping, your eyes trailing behind the people that passes by your side on the red carpet. Your colleagues. You look like you want someone to come and save you from the uncomfortable interview.

Kakucho grips his drink tighter.

"There's a rumour, tho" the girl insists, bringing the mic even closer to your face "About one of your colleagues having feelings for you"

"Feelings?" you ask, amused, but the reporter is having none of it, looking directly at the camera as she speaks.

"And we all know that you two look so good together!"

Kakucho turns off the TV and throws the remote on the table with much more force than what he initially intended. He looks at his drink, at the whiskey you poured for him before going to the bathroom, and downs it in one go before leaning back against the couch.

You're perfect.

He's always known that.

You're beautiful, funny and loveable. And not only because of your work demands you to be it.

Because Kakucho knows you. Under all those pretty clothes and sparkly makeup, Kakucho knows the real you.

And you're the most especial person he's ever met.

He tried— really hard and sometimes borderline obsessive— to not fall in love with you. It was wrong, in his eyes. To taint you.

And yet... when he found himself falling deep, he wasn't able to stay away from you.

He craved you.

He needed you to breath.

In a life that insisted on taking everything from him, you were his saving grace.

That still didn't made it fair.

"Nothing good on the TV?" you ask, coming out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel around your body, your hair falling down your shoulders in wet waves. Kakucho becons you with his hand, until you're standing in front of him and he can rest his head against your thighs. "Kaku-chan?"

"I want you to be honest with me" he says, voice low, and closes his eyes when he feels your hands coming to rest by the sides of his face "If you wanted to..."

"The only thing I want is you" his gaze snaps up at your words, and you smile lovingly before kneeling in front of him. "You really don't think I could hear the TV in the bathroom?"

"I've been caught, huh?" he says, smirking, and leans down to kiss you.

You stop him, a hand in his chest "Did you know that I've always been afraid too?"

"Afraid?"

You shrug, clutching the towel tightly to your chest "One day I won't be that famous anymore" you say, chuckling sadly "Let's face it, I'm new now. A fresh face. But what about when someone else comes? When I'm not Tokyo's favorite model anymore? Will you still love me then?"

He kisses you with so much passion that you actually have to clutch his shirt to not fall on your back. He delves his tongue deep inside your mouth as he grabs you, pulling you up into his lap— his hands griping you thight. You moan, immediately feeling heat pool down your center at the feeling of his hot member between your naked legs, and the smell of that perfume he always wears, and that you just want to have all over your body.

"I've been loving you since even before I realized" he rasps against your lips "There's no way... no fucking way I will ever stop loving you. You're mine"

"Yeah?"

"Not Tokyo, not those magazines, not those other models that supposedly have feelings for you" he says, and nips at your bottom lip, burying his hands on your hair "Mine. You're fucking mine and no, that's not gonna change"

"Not even when I'm not that well known anymore?"

Kakucho chuckles, softly kissing the spot he just bit "Maybe then it won't be too bad if they see you with someone like me"

"You're gorgeous, baby"

"Yeah?"

You laugh, pecking his nose, and his lips, and then leaving a soft kiss over his blind eye "We're a bit of a mess, aren't we?"

Kakucho hides his face on your neck, one of his hands slowly crawling up to untie the knot that keeps the towel in place. You watch it fall to the ground with a sigh, his eyes boring into yours from the crook of your neck.

"Let's make a mess together"

🧣RED Love Story Collection

Part XXIV - Next is Girl at home

[crazyrandomfucker]

Adrien Augreste: Coffee shop

"Ugghhhhh...." groaned Ladybug. "I'm thirsty and tired".

"How about we go to a coffee shop, my treat" said Chat politely.

"It's too late Chat, there's nothing open at this kind of hours" said Ladybug.

"Oh, but I know the perfect place and they are open until 3 am. Come on bugaboo, you really look like you could use a good, warm and tasty cup of coffee in such a chilly night" insisted Chat.

"It sounds really tempting... But we need to patrol" said Ladybug, not really convinced by what she had said.

"It's been a calm night so far and yesterday we had that Lion King akuma, so we probably won't get any today. Not to mention that sometimes, taking a brief break improves the efficience of anyone" pointed Chat.

"Fine, let's go wherever you say. Surprise me Chat" said Ladybug giving in.

"Oh I'm sure it will surprise you, I was astonished when I found it once when I.... When I was patrolling solo" said  Chat sheepishly.

 "Now that's interesting. I was waiting until you brought up that you do solo patrols. Perhaps we can talk it over a coffee" said Ladybug with a wink.

Chat smiled and showed the path to Ladybug, making a few eyes to cheer her up and recieving those eye rolls™ she always did for him. He jumped over the rooftops, trying to do some tricks to show off and make a little competition with his Lady, which worked and she performed some mid air flips using her yoyo to rise in the right angle. Ladybug was clearly the winner, but that didn't stop her to recognise and praise some of Chat's tricks.

Later, Chat stopped on a rooftop, in front of a gigantic Adrien Agreste's billboard, confusing Ladybug for a moment. Then he explained that behind that embarrasing publicity show off was the coffee shop, but that he had stopped before arriving because he wanted to see her face of surprise when she sees the name of the bar. Curious, Ladybug jumped and climbed to the top of the billboard, her eyes opened like plates and her jaw fell completely.

"I told you it would surprise you" said Chat smugly as he landed next to her. "And wait until you see the owner, you'll be mind-blown for sure".

The door of the bar opened and an old chinese man with a stripped blue shirt appeared. "I see you are back Chat Noir, you've brought Ladybug with you this time. Please, come inside the Miraculous Cave and have a cup of coffee, I'm sure you two must be exhausted" said the old man with a gentle smile.

" Master Fu? Is that you?" asked Ladybug reluctant.

"I'm afraid not, the one you know by master Fu is my brother, I'll explain more inside if you follow me" said the old man as he entered to the coffee shop.

"Don't worry M'Lady, he's trustworthy and the barwoman is too" said Chat as he descended to enter the bar.

"Okay kitty, I trust you" said Ladybug and entered to the coffe shop.

"Welcome dears to the Miraculous Cave" said an old chinese woman behind the bar. "I'm Xia Fu, the sister of Wang and Ming, we're triplets".

"Wait dear sister, this young Ladybug isn't understanding any of that right now. My name is Ming and the one you know as master Fu is Wang. As my sister said, we're triplets. Now, ask your questions, I can see them floating around those eyes" said Ming.

"Mister Fu... Why is here this coffee shop? Isn't it dangerous to have it on a rooftop?" asked Ladybug.

"I see brother chose well" said Xia with a smile.

"I agree. As for your question, worry not young Ladybug, this place is protected from anybody with evil intentions. Just like our brother, there was a time when we held the turtle miraculous and gained a few kwimens. My sister is using one of them to hide us" explained Ming.

"I thought Master Fu was the last guardian of the miraculous, that everybody else died on that fatidic accident. How are you here?" asked Ladybug.

"He doesn't know we also survived" said Ming.

"When the temple crumbled down, I used my kwimen to protect us and once we were free from the ruins of the temple, we searched around the world for the miraculous box, hopingthat noone evil had put their hands on the miraculous" explained Xia. "Then, we heard about four superheroes in Paris, two bugs and two cats, fighting against a butterfly user. We came here and created the Miraculous Cave to provide you help".

"Does Master Fu know about that?" asked Ladybug.

"No, eventually, we'll get in contact with him, but for now it's better if we don't. He'd only blame himself for that accident" said Ming.

"I see... He already blames himself enough, seeing you two suddenly would only worsen things" agreed Ladybug.

"Precisely. I'm beginning to see why my brother chose you two, you're gentle and clever while Chat is selfless and loyal. I'm curious thought,how did he choose you?" asked Ming.

"I'm not sure. The first time I saw him I helped him cross the road before a car hit him" said Ladybug.

"In my case, the first time I met him, I helped him when he fell and lost his walking stick" said Chat.

"My, my. He's doing those tests? That's weird" said Xia.

"He tested your selflessness and kindness, which are great test to choose a miraculous holders, but fail the most important thing, your compatibility with the miraculous. There's people not destined to hold a miraculous and those will never unlock kwimens and greater powers" explained Ming.

"I have a kwimen! Does that means I was destined to be a holder?" asks Chat eagerly.

"You do? In such a short time? That's incredible! Which kwimen is? The destruction of reality? Shapeshifting? Enhanced senses?" asked Xia surprised.

"My sister has the destruction of reality one, I have the bad luck charm..." said Chat.

"You what?!" exclaimed Xia surprised. "That's an extremely unlikely to happen! That kwimen is something more usual of the monkey holders!"

"I know, my kwami told me. He also warned me about the consequences of a bad use of the kwimen and I'm honestly scared of them. I won't use it unless is necessary and I'll stop before things go wrong" said Chat without his usual cheerful tone.

"I see, that's very responsible of you" said Xia. "There has been lots of incidents due to that kwimen".

"Setting that apart, I guess you'd like to have a coffee. We also have food for your kwamis if you want to change back" said Ming diligently.

"Oh, thanks but we'll stay transformed. We haven't shared our identities yet" said Ladybug.

"I see. Worry not then, we won't ask for it then" said Ming.

"For now, what would you like to have?" asked Xia.

"I would like a vanilla latte please" asked Ladybug.

"I want a peppermint tea" said Chat.

"You'll have it in a flash" said Xia with a wink.

"Meanwhile, if you have any kind of questions regarding the miraculous our brother hasn't told you yet, I'll be glad to answer them" offered Ming. "And don't be afraid to come whenever you need something from us, even if you're about to detransform. We have some closets to guarantee your privacy".

"I'll mark the ubication on my yoyo in case I need it, thanks a lot. By the way, only miraculous holders can enter here?" asked Ladybug.

"No, we have other clients in a lower floor, but this floor is exclusively for holders use" answered Ming.

"And if we are not here and you need our help, there's a little bell connected to our phones so feel free to ring it in those cases" said Xia, bringing the drinks to the heroes.

"I'm sure I'll do!" said Chat happily taking his cup.

"Thanks" said Ladybug and took a sip of her cup. "Mmmmmh~ This is delicious!"

"I'm glad you like it. I know that you ladybug holders take a sudden interest on flowers due to the miraculous use, which proves your compatibility with your miraculous. You'll develope some behaviours from the animal which they represent" explained Xia.

"That explains a lot" said Ladybug.

"Yeah, I thought it was just only me and my sister" said Chat.

"But you look cute chasing laser pointers Chat" teased Ladybug.

"H-How do you know that?" asked Chat blushing a lot.

"Well, a little bird told me about a certain video and I exchanged an interview for the video with a very pretty reporter" said Ladybug..

"I can't believe it, my princess has betrayed me?" said Chat dramatically.

"Princess? I see I'm not the only lady that has catched your attention~" continued her teasing Ladybug.

"Y-You're the only o-one for me! She's really nice and lovely, b-but I'm only loyal to you, no matter how much it takes to win your love" said Chat blushing.

"Don't worry, I get it. She's trully great" said Ladybug.

"She is, she is also the best civilian I know. She's brave, she stands up if anyone dares to mess with her loved ones and she is really talented" said Chat, not noticing Ladybug's blush.

"Chat, that's really nice from you. I'm shure she'd be flattered" said Ladybug.

"That must be someone very special. Bring her along whenever you want and we'llmake an exception for her and let her stay on this floor" said Xia.

"Will do, she'd probably like this vanilla latte, it's incredible" said Ladybug. "Thought, probably it'd be better if Chat brought her, she's afraid to go with me and that someone recognises me because of that".

"I'll gladly do it, she deserves to put off her work sometimes, she works really hard" said Chat.

"We'll be glad to have someone so special in here then, she sounds just like a great girl" said Ming.

Then, they kept chatting and drinking until they realized what time it was, quickly saying goodbye and paying (Chat insisted it was on him) before jumping away tocontinue their patrol. The two elders watched them go away with a certain nostalgia but hoping for the best.

[throughthedirt]

Season 1: Chapter Nine

Previous Chapter — First Chapter

Miles

It didn't matter that I was just shy of turning 44 years old. The University of Oregon campus was nearly 300 acres of property housing nearly 23,000 students from around the world. Sure, the majority were teens and young adults, but there was no shortage of older individuals seeking education. More so, I didn't have to be a student. I could be a teacher, a maintenance worker, the IT guy, even a fuckin' janitor. For all anyone knew, I belonged here. And the way I walked through those grand, window-framed doors - people knew. I had a purpose. Showing no signs of hesitation, fear, or confusion, I waltzed my way throughout the campus. For nearly an hour, I roamed the campus freely and without even batting an eyelash to any other person. I was mostly ignored by those who did notice me. But for most, it was like I didn't even exist - just like the rest of them. I was just another body in a mass of humans. But I was here for a reason, and that was to fulfill a job and keep a promise; an agreement that got me freedom in 6. Kyle Turner. Kyle fucking Turner. "Fuckin' football prick raped my niece and got off scot-free," as Correctional Lieutenant Dave Ward would say. The very first words of his that changed the course of my history at Oregon State Pen. And I had read the reports, the articles, the media frenzy - all in prison. I knew what he had done, and he was guilty. But a fully-paid scholarship and a hell of a lot of "hush-money" got him nothing. Not even a smack on the wrist. He walked. Went free. And Ward's niece? Well, things didn't go so great for her. Fearing him, she refused her admittance into UofO, afraid she would see him again. So the fucker had to die. And now it was finally time. 

Approaching the glass doors of the Performance Center, I made a fatal mistake. Reaching my hand out to pull on the handle, the door stayed shut. It creaked as I tried to open it - but it was locked. "Uh, hello?" A large football player called to me in his confusion, his mouth agape and his eyes squinted as he made his approach. He was as heavy as he was tall; his long, afro-style hair alone adding inches to his height. "This building is for authorized personnel only..." He said to me, pulling a plastic card from behind him and slipping it through the swipe-pad beside the door. The pad flashed green and the door clicked. Unlocked. This place was advanced, way more security than I could have ever imagined. University of Oregon had changed in the last 6 years. Turning to him, I gave a toothy grin and begin to chuckle. "Boy do I feel old, huh." He looked at me, cautiously as he stood before the door. But I didn't let him disappear into the building before I extracted needed information. "I'm actually lookin' for someone - maybe you can help me..." I iterated, "One of your football mates, Kyle Turner." The player gave me a saucy eye glare. "What about him?" Pausing, I conjured the biggest load of shit I could muster up in 0.2 seconds. "My niece, you know-" I started to chuckle, so much so that it interrupted my speech. "Ah man, this is embarrasing on her part, but she's... she's a HUGE fan of his. And I mean HUGE. She has posters of him all over her room, you know?" "Uh-huh..." Little interest from him. Only suspicion. But I didn't let him get another word in. "I mean she's just nuts for college football. Strange for a girl, no? I guess the world is changin' and I'm far behind. Heh, heh, heh." I chuckled again, trying to fluster the boy with too much information for him to process. "But ANYWAYS -" I continued, "Her birthday's comin' up and I was hopin' to get maybe a... you know... surprise appearance from him?" There was a look of confusion on the poor boy's face. "WITH COMPENSATION, of course." Another smile. "Uhhhhhhhmm, righttttt." He replied. "Let me..." He struggled to respond. Possibly the weirdest request he'd ever received, surely. "Let me go see if he's here. I'll be right back." "Sure thing, but ah-!" I held my hand up, a signal for him to stop as he reached for the handle. "Allow me," Taking the door by the giant O shape in its handle, I pulled the steel frame open to allow for the jock to head in. In respect to him, I closed it behind him, locking me out of the building once more. I stood there waiting. Waiting patiently. With my hands stuffed in my pockets, I casually swayed my body and whistled a chirpy hymn. To my surprise, it took only minutes for the door to open again. And out came Kyle fuckin' Turner in the flesh. And he wasn't a teenager anymore. No... He was a man, now. "Uh, hi-?" Kyle would greet me, without so much as a formal introduction. Fuckin' millennials. It took me a moment to sink in his appearance. Tall, 6'1, still shorter than me. A big guy, no doubt. But size didn't matter when it came to murder. Only intent, motive, and calculation. "Yes! Kyle Turner." Pulling my hand from my coat pocket, I extended it to him. "My name is Angelo Rossi. It's great to meet you!" Turner took my hand, shaking it as firmly as I was squeezing. But as he had taken my hand in his, I had also raised my other free hand to firmly grip his bicep. A sort of gesture of greeting, but it secretly to scope his muscular size. "Yeah, thanks." The fucker would respond. Yeah, thanks? Really? Really. Releasing his hand, I returned my superior 6 foot 3 stance to it's upright position and gave a fake, cheery smile. "My niece, she's a crazy fan." Pulling for my wallet, I slipped out a photograph of a teenage girl. "Her name is Nakoma. She's... half native half Italian, like me. Heh." Kyle took the photo in his hand, his eyebrows raising at the beautiful young lady he saw in the picture. Perfect, interest. "A looker, I know. Causes me more problems, ya know?" I chuckled, taking the photo back. "So listen, I came here hopin' I could hire you. For a job, of sorts." Kyle crossed his arms before him and looked at me curiously. "Oh yeah?" "Yeah, man. I'm organizing Nakoma's 16th birthday and I really want to make it special. She has posters of ya' all around her room and I thought, pffftttt, what better to surprise her with her favorite football player? Every teenage girl's dream, right?" I laughed again, thinking the idea is silly, but might actually work. "Nothin' major. There's be about 30 of her girlfriends there hangin' around the pool-" Realizing it was January, I instantly corrected myself. "Indoor pool, at her father's place. Big place, you know?" Kyle's head was nodding - Still interested. "Figured you can drop by for an hour or so, or even less if you're in a crunch. Sign some autographs, take some pictures. Grab a bite to eat, whatever you want. There'll be plenty of food, cuz, well, Italians, am I right?" Laughing again, Kyle's interest seemed to only be piquing the more bizarre and outlandish the story got. "Sounds fun." He smiled, bringing his fingers to his lips as he pondered the thought of 30 hot teenage girls in their bikinis. "But uh-" He started to sway. "I don't know-" "I'll pay you $5,0000. Cash." I confessed. His eyes widened. "$2,500 for showing up. $1,500 for autographs and another $1,000 if you take some selfies. You know' - the girls thing. Selfies, heh." I paused, my eyes growing darker as they remained hidden behind Aviator shades. "What do ya' say? We got a deal?" Swiftly changing tunes, "You know what, don't sweat the decision now. There's a lot of politics in sports, I'm old. I know it." I waved my hand in typical Italian fashion. "You gotta' business card or somethin'?" "Uh, nah but I can give you my number-" Perfect. A rich white kid, hot-shot jock, AND a moron. This was too easy. Handing him the photo, he retrieved a pen from his pocket and jotted down his digits. "Wow, thanks man. I appreciate you considering this." I waved the photograph of "Nakoma" and slipped it back into my wallet. "I'll give you a call something this week. Talk it over with your coach or manager or whoever you kids report to, heh." I put my hand out for him to shake again, "And nice meeting you again."

—   —   —  

I found myself roaming the halls of University of Oregon on my attempt to exit the campus. My curious mind sent me further and further into the campus maze - a prestigious multitude of buildings and intricate floor plans; each with its own purpose, meaning, and unique design. Deep in UofO, I stumbled upon the Department of Fine Arts. The halls were brimming from floor-to-ceiling with murals and artwork. Slowing my pace, I stopped to appreciate the work. I had always had an affinity to for paintings. My eye had always found itself drawn to the color red. Red. My dark irises wandered the walls, finally pulling towards a large, 5 foot canvas. It soared above me - dazzling in its ocean of red. The painting was of a woman, presumably dripping in blood. A sort of, Queen of the Damned. Intrigued, my eyes shifted to the small plaque stuck to the wall by the corner of the artwork. Nicola Strom. My stomach sunk as my heart skipped a beat. "Crucifixion." The words rolled off of my lips. My head retracted slowly as my eyes closed. "Mmmm."

—   —   —  

January 20th, 2018 - Five days after release. Eugene, Oregon had been unusually warm for January. For the most part, it was sunny and rainy on-and-off, with an average high temperature of 45 degrees F. Too warm for snow. At least, not enough sub-zero temperatures to keep it for more than a couple days, anyways. Luckily for this lovely Saturday evening, the rain had stopped early morning and the skies were greeted by a brightening sun. Kyle parked his Trail-Rated Jeep cruiser in front of the colonial-century home, red-bricked mansion. He ducked his head, looking over the place with his pale eyes as he took in the sheer size of the place. Although Eugene was home to old money - big money - it was also commonly inhabited by the middle class. Whoever owned this place... wasn't a white-collar, middle class citizen. Exiting his truck, he approached the front door, which was lavishly decorated with a Sweet-Sixteen balloon bundle. A clear indication he was at the right house. As he rang the doorbell, it only took a few seconds before he was greeted by a familiar face. "Mr. Turner." I said, standing tall with my hand cemented firmly on the back of the door. It was the first time he was seeing my hazel-speckled brown eyes. It was also the last. "Cute." I blurted, subliminally mocking his uniformed self as my eyes gazed over his full-football get-up. Shredded sleeves to show his pectoral muscles. How sleazy. Helmet and all. How sweet. "Come join the fun." I smirked, guiding him through the front door. "But maybe take off the helmet." Chuckling, Turner cracked a smile as he took a step into the house - which was, unsuspectingly, filled with the sound of laughing girls. "Too much, huh?" Kyle joked, unclasping the helmet and slipping his head free. His back was to me as I closed the door. "I thought mayb-" The moment he turned to face me, my hand - hidden behind the door the entire time - swung straight for his head. A thin medical syringe pierced into the side of his neck - administered by my right hand - Gloved. Protected. Injecting the cocktail of muscle relaxants, Kyle quickly deteriorated in a matter of seconds. His initial reaction to grab for my hand, but by the time he could react - it was already too late. He was losing almost all of his muscle ability. One. Two. Three. He hit the ground, unable to move, unable to moan, unable to call for help. With his body curled in the middle of the hallway, his eyes remained open - panicked. Looking down at his 6'1, 200 pound physique - which had been reduced to nothing in just seconds - I shook my head. Pathetic. His eyes followed my every move. He was conscious. Awake. Aware. I stepped over him and walked past him like he didn't even exist. Stepping into my living room, I smiled at the sound of giggling teenage girls filled the open-concept space. Walking over to the stereo system, I grabbed the remote and clicked - Off. Silence. Girls? What girls. There were no girls. Returning to his paralyzed figure, I crouched down to brood over him. I tilted my head to the side and grabbed his face between my gloved thumb and fingers. Squeezing his limp cheeks between them as I leaned his head to look at me. "Oh, Kyle." I made clicking noises with the back of my tongue. "Remember her?" Pulling a photograph from my back pocket - Sarah Ward. "Yeahhhhh." I flicked the photo in his face, nearly submitting to my urge to spit on him. "You're gonna die tonight." There was a dark, unforgiving grimace that crept my cheeks. "And it's gonna fuckin' hurt." Two, single-drop tears fell from the corners of his eyes. Hours had passed. Daylight turned to dark as night loomed over the city. Darkness was here. And it didn't come from the sky, nor the sun. Using Kyle's keys, I exited the mansion on the quiet, quaint street. E 22nd Avenue - a large strip of homes graciously spread apart; separated by the comfort of many, decades-old trees. I pulled the vehicle into the long driveway, reversing it rear-forward all the way to the side of the house. Two garage doors welcomed the Jeep, closing behind the front of it. It remained utterly hidden, safe within the confines of the home's garage. It would remain there until 3:45 in the morning, and a storm was brewing. The sound of the garage door sliding gurgled as it swayed open. Keeping the lights of the Jeep off, I placed it into drive and pulled it out of my driveway. The garage door closed behind me automatically, dismissing any evidence it had ever harbored a crime scene. My heart remained regular - beating as it would driving any other vehicle, on any other day, under any other circumstances. Humming, I drove the few blocks between the mansion and the University Campus. The Jeep came to the vehicle entrance of the Oregon Autzen Football Stadium. Like everything within the Performance Center, it required a swipe card to be unlocked and accessed. Holding out Kyle Tuner's card, I flicked it between the pad and waited. Flashing green, the gates to the field slid open. Although forbidden to bring any vehicles directly on to the terrain, it was 3:50 in the morning, on a Saturday. Too late for any players to be hangin' around during off-season, and too early for any maintenance workers or cleaners to begin their services. It was pitch-black, and between the sticky snow and the blowing winds - visibility was poor. Reversing the trail-rated wrangler, I slowly backed it up on to the field, parking the trunk of the vehicle directly in front of the brightly-yellow painted goal-post. Exiting the vehicle, I was dressed from head-to-toe in Kyle's football uniform, with the addition of a black long-sleeved T-shirt underneath. No tattoos were visible. Virtually nothing about me was recognizable. For all intensive purposes, I could very well be Kyle Turner. Unlatching the trunk, it swooshed open. There lay the true Kyle Turner. The flesh and blood. And there was a lot of blood. Taking the thick, twisted rope in my hand, I ran it from the back of the truck to the goalpost. Tossing it over the post's T-center, I caught it back in my hand and ran it back to the truck. The end of the rope was supported by a curled grappling hook. Kneeling behind the trunk, I fastened the hook to the hitch on the Jeep and found my way back to the driver's seat. Pushing the gears into drive, I slowly began to inch the vehicle forward until the rope strained - pulling viciously with the weight. Metal to the floor, I forced the truck into overdrive, suddenly gunning it forward and sending the object in the trunk to veer out of the vehicle. Decelerating the tracks, I watched in my review mirror as the item - two strong planks of crossed wood - reeled up against the T in the yellow goalpost. As it mounted to perfect height, I slammed the Jeep in park, and swiftly - excitedly- hopped out of the truck. It started slow at first, my heavy, rumbling laughter. But it evolved, soon developing into a magnified, thrill-infused maniacal cackle. Victory.

—   —   —   January 21st, 2018 - The Discovery. The lights to the stadium flickered on - lighting the dark early-morning. The sun would not rise for another hour. And for a group of football jocks mucking their way to football practice, it would be a morning they would never forget. Wailing. Loud, incessant, uncontrollable wailing. The sound of screaming echoed throughout the stadium; hair-raising in its velocity, and intensity. The scene brought a grown, 21-year old man to his knees. Vomit projected from his chapped lips as he puked vehemently on the immaculate, freshly-snowed grass - staining it flaxen. It brought a wave of nausea to the entire team. Some cried, some collapsed, some gagged, heaved, hurled. But most... most stood in shock. Hailed before them was the body of Christ - a crucifixion of their most valued team member. There lay the body of Kyle Turner, naked and colorless, with only the stain of bleeding red that covered his postmortem flesh. His genitals were mutilated. His penis split in three different directions. He had been completely castrated; his balls were absent entirely from his groin. An indescribable amount of blood has been loss at its expense, leaving a blood-pour of red human serous to cascade down his legs. Cause of death? Blood loss. Slow, agonizing, harrowing blood loss. The cross hung from the center of the goalpost, the snow beneath his purple-faded feet red with blood. His hands were staked on either side; his ankles crossed and tied. His neck - the same color as his bruised toes - was mounted by barbed wire. His head bore the same fate - crowned like that of Christ with blood trickling from his scalp. RAPIST - Carved with a knife in to his forehead. SINNER - The words dripped from his abdomen in crusting blood, beginning to harden... but still moist. Fresh. —   —   —   "Shocking news this morning on KVAL-13." Smitha George - Live News Reporter, would announce on national television. "A tragedy has occurred at University of Oregon. Senior Football Quarterback Kyle Turner, Star of the Oregon Ducks, was found brutally murdered at the campus stadium." She would go on, standing unshaken in the parking lot of the Performance Center. "Police have ruled the case a homicide after teammates found Tuner's mutilated body crucified on the goal-post of the end field." Spilling too much information for her own good - reporters classically interfered with investigations; often jeopardizing their efforts. "His hands and feet were reportedly pinned to a wooden cross, and his head wrapped in barb wire. Teammates report that the words "Rapist" and "Sinner" were carved on his body..." "... And that his eyes and lips were painted red, with blood." "Turner's vehicle, a Black 2017 Jeep Wrangler - was found abandoned at the scene. Police are looking for any information that may aid their efforts in solving this terrible case." She paused, staring into the camera as her words fed into the lives of millions of Oregon residents. "I'm Smitha George, reporting LIVE for KVAL-13 News." The clip ended.

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May the Best Win (Chapter 6)

NOTE: The characters do not belong to us, except for Charlotte Agreste and Olivie Vereau. WARNING: Contains adult language, not suitable for young children. Enjoy

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The School Field Trip

Computer Lab, François Dupont. 11: 30 am.

—Okay, okay—said Miss Beaument, the computer teacher— today, all of you are going to finish your safe browsing report on the Internet.

Unfortunately for Adrien, since he was the first of the list, he had to sit in the last place. It was like life was willing to make his life impossible, and that it was never going to stop. Olivie, stealthily, gave some thrusts to Adrien's pencil case , which ended up falling (“Who brings a pencil case to a computer lab?, she though) While Adrien gathered all his things, Olivie took advantage of the situation and searched for…inappropriate.... pages on  Adrien´s computer and quickly returned to her place at the other side of the classroom. When Adrien returned to see his computer, he was horrified.

—AGRESTE! —shouted the teacher— can you explain what the hell is that?

— No-nothing, teacher, I was just gathering my things from the floor and this popped out of nowhere. —said Adrien scared.

—AhHhH, so it POPPED OUT OF NOWHERE? Like, magically? That is so interesting, especially since it is TOTALLY possible—

Olivie laughed.

—Vereau, if you have something to share, pLeAsE don´t let me interrupt you.

—Um...nothing…I just found it fu-I mean totally barbaric how he was watching those HORRIBLE videos—she said with a sad look on her face.

—AhA that is so tru- wait a minute. How do you know they were videos? —Adrien said confused. —Hold on, HOLD ON. YOU DID THIS DIDN'T YOU? You are such a spoiled baby.

—ENOUGH! — exclaimed the teacher. —Vereau and Agreste, you both are giving me a headache. Explain yourself NOW or I´ll…—he was interrupted by the bell.

“Saved by the bell” though Olivie.

—This is not over you… guys….—the teacher said while trying to stop them. —Ugh, forget it why am I even a teacher.?

All the students went to their homeroom since they had a school field trip to the Place de L´Opera. On their way, everyone was choosing their partner.

— Luka, Luka! —  Olivie called him — We can be partners...

— OLI! — Lila screamed  — You´ll be my partner.

— Um, okay? — she  replied a little bit disappointed, but just a little bit.

— Cool! — Lila said.

On the other side of the school, Charlotte was carrying out her plan.

— Okay, this is what is going to happen. I´m going to sit next to Chloe and you, Alya, you have to sit with Nino, so that Adrien and Marinette are going to be forced to sit together...in a romantic way  — she said. 

— But, I wanted to be with Mari!

— Sigh. Well, Alya, when you have the responsibility to make this ship bloom, you can't blow it. This ship MUST bloom. Besides you and Nino will have some “alone” time and, I mean, you like him and he totally likes you sooo...

— THAT IS...that is not true... — she tried to lie, but it was helpless. Both of them knew what was going on between the pair.  — Uh...uh...fine.

— So ladies! The plan-  —  concluded Charlotte.

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Parking lot of  François Dupont, 11:45 am

It was time for the plan.

— Agreste, Adrien  — said the teacher  —  Go sit with your partner inside the bus, don´t forget your ID.

— Eh, I guess I´ll sit with Ni..

— NINO! Sit with me! — shouted Alya  — Ehem...I mean...Will you please sit with me?

Nino blushed

— eH yeah sure dude...I mean dudette (”Come on, Nino, get it together” he thought) No problem, A-Alya.

— Well, I guess I´ll be with you them  — said Marinette to Adrien.

— Yeah, I guess.  — answered the boy trying to hide his smile.

The plan worked.

Charlotte did a small victory dance.

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Sadly for Adrien and Marinette, Lila and Olivie decided to sit behind them. 

— What if we put them a small prank? — suggested Lila.

— I think it's an excellent idea.  — answered Olivie. They had to embarrased Adrien so he could lose his chande with Marinette.

In the front seats...

Marinette and Adrien were chatting animatedly, Marinette happy to spend time with her new friend and Adrien happy to spend with his crush.

— And, Marinette, how did you get this? — Adrien asked, pointing her chest, referring to the necklace she seemed to put on especially for the occasion.

— Emmm, puberty (?)  —  answered Marinette without thinking.

Adrien blushed.

Marinette blushed too, finally understanding what she said.

— Ahh, ehh, oww that. My-my grandma gave it to me. He he...

Adrien remained blushed.

Suddenly, he felt like something was on his hair. Soon he realized there were some small papers. (”Ugh, this girls again? Remain calm, Adrien. For Marinette.) When he saw there were some papers on Marinette's hair too, he got mad. (”OKAY ENOUGH. Attack Adrien. FOR MARINETTE”)

He turned around.

— Why do you guys always have to be messing with our lives? —  he said to Lila and Olivie.

— Because we want and can do it  — answered Olivie teasingly.

— Olivie that is not how you should treat Adrien!  — said Marinette.

Olivie doubted.

— You are right, I´m sorry Adrien.  — she answered, thinking that maybe Marinette won´t like Luka if he hang out with rude people. 

— Dear students, we are finally here! —  proclaimed the teacher, taking the 4 children out of discomfort.

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Center of the Place de L´Opera. 1: 35 p.m

— Well, guys, the tour is almost  over  — said the guide  —  but before it ends, we have a small number for all of you!

The teenagers saw amazed how the musicians appeared and did an amazing performance with many instruments.

It was a very happy music, and everyone began to dance in a funny way to the rhythm of the song. When they finished, everyone applauded.

— Thanks everyone — said one of the musicians  — before we go, do we have any musician among us?

— LUKA! — shouted Olivie and immediately he was forced to go with the rest of the music crew in the stage. 

— So tell me, which instrument do you play? —  asked the leading voice of the band. 

— Guitar.

Afterwards, the musicians brought  a guitar and gave it to Luka.

— Do your magic — the musicians cheered.

Luka, watching Marinette, knew what to do.

 He played a beautiful romantic melody with all his heart. He never stop looking at Marinette.

 “He is such an amazing musician” she thought

Luka has always proven to be a very talented boy. However, today, he was showing all his emotions in such a magnificent way that everyone, including Marinette, was impressed.

 Adrien, on the other hand, saw the exchange of glances between Luka and Marinette and didn't like it. He had to do something.

Adrien quickly turned to Marinette.

 —Marinette, can you give me this dance?

—E-Em ... me? — stuttered the girl, looking for another Marinette, just in case.

—Of course you, Marinette. Are you coming? — He extended his hand.

 Marinette, with a smile on her lips, accepted it.

At first she had positioned herself with her hands on the boy's shoulder, and her other hand was holding his hand.

However, Adrien, noticing that his teammates were not dancing like that, took advantage of the situation to get closer to Marinette.

As they danced, the music gently enveloped them, rocking back and forth, circling the entire stage. It was a magical moment, and Marinette completely forgot about Luka. She was busy with the boy in front of her.

Their breaths were connected, their eyes linked, it was more than a simple dance. Butterflies in the stomach, sensations everywhere.

The melody itself seemed to come out of them.

When the tune ended, Marinette was slightly disappointed by how short the dance lasted, but was happy for this beautiful experience.

 —Well, children, you will have 20 minutes to walk around before returning to school. Remember never to go alone and calculate your time.

—Alya, Marinette, do you want to go shopping with us? —asked Charlotte and Chloé.

—Sure — they said.

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Place Vendôme, 1:47 pm.

 —Let's go there — Chloé mentioned, entering the Louis Vuitton store.

—And, Marinette, how did you like the visit? — Alya asked while Chloé and Charlotte went to see some purses.

 It was obvious that Alya wasn´t talking about the visit itself, but the two boys who haunted Marinette's mind.

 —Well, well ... I do not know —she answered, confused.

—Oh yeah? And what about that dance with Adrien. You two looked SO in love. Are you starting to have a crush on him?

—I'm not sure. But it was very amazing. —Marinette said with heart eyes.

—If you allow me to give my opinion, Adrien seems to be a very sweet boy, but Luka has been searching for your love for a long time, and he also has a heart of gold...

—Girls, do you mind if we go to the Rue Saint Honoré? I can´t stop thinking about this Gucci belt that I have seen — Chloé suggested.

—Yeah, sure— Marinette answered, with her mind elsewhere and more confused than ever.