Fandom Soap
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Thread Topic: Fandom Soap
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Lovino swiped at his eyes, following Antonio inside. Tomato climbed up his leg and leapt into his arms, offering a small bit of comfort to the distressed Italian. Wesley was across the room, sniffing curiously at Petunia, tail wagging. "I-I'm sorry, Antonio," Lovino mumbled again, looking down.
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Antonio looked at the two dogs, Petunia sniffed Wesley with just as much interest. "It's okay, Lovino, you don't have to apologize. I'm upset with Francis, not you." He led the way to the couch, plopping down on one side of it. "Do you want to tell me what happened?"
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Lovino sat down on the other side of the couch, taking a shaky breath. "At...At first he wouldn't agree to let go of Petunia. But then I think he could tell I was kind of desperate, because he told me I could d-do something for him. A-And then he pulled me into the back, a-and.." he squeezed his eyes shut, sobbing softly. "I c-can't tell you anymore, h-he said- he said he would..." The Italian shook his head. "I-I shouldn't have done it, I made a mistake, and n-now he's g-got a hold over me and there's nothing I can do!" he shuddered, his shoulders trembling with sobs.
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Antonio scooted closer to him, brushing some hair behind the Italian's ear. "He won't know that you told me." He thought for a moment about Lovino's words, how he said Francis had a hold over him. "Did he take a picture, Lovino? Baby, don't worry, he won't spread those. You know, those will get him in trouble more than you."
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"B-But..." he bit his lip and looked down, face burning shamefully. "H-He took a picture of me...s-sucking him." his voice had dropped to a whisper, tears slding down his cheeks. He felt slutty, telling his boyfriend about the sexual things he'd done with his own ex.
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Antonio turned a little pale, knowing that would hardly hurt Francis at all. At least, media wise. Antonio would probably kick his ass the first chance he got. "Oh.. It's okay," he said, again, quietly.
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Lovino heard Antonio hesitate, heard his voice get softer. He was upset. "They're right," he whispered. "I'm a slut, I-I'm horrible, I'm so sorry..." he hugged his arms around himself, preparing for Antonio to say they were through, or to leave, or to yell at him.
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Antonio shook his head, getting close enough that he could kiss Lovino's cheek. "No, you're not. Don't say that. You are Lovino Vargas, the beautiful, wonderful Lovino Vargas, who got my dog back and is now being held hostage by, and excuse my language, an a--hole French guy. You are not a slut, don't say that."
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Lovino sniffed softly, fear and dread crawling over him as he realized what he'd done, stiffening up. "Oh god, I wasn't supposed to tell you," he breathed. "This is all my fault, f---," he muttered, wiping tears from his cheeks.
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Antonio didn't know how to make Lovino feel better, but that's all he wanted, was for Lovino not to feel so bad about what had happened. "He won't know that you told me, I promise."
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Lovino wiped his eyes and took a shuddering breath, cuddling Tomato close. "...I'm sorry. What matters is that Petunia's back." he forced a flicker of a smile, watching Wesley paw at her muzzle.
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Antonio was still worried about Lovino, but he did turn his head to look at Petunia, who seemed glad to have a play friend. She hopped around him, yipping with excitement. "And that you're both okay.."
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Lovino nodded, though he wasn't exactly convinced. "Okay...right..." he murmured softly. Tomato licked salty teartracks off his cheek as the two dogs bounded around together.
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Antonio kept watching the dogs, feeling the awkward eerie silence settle between him and Lovino. It ended when Petunia ran over to Antonio, and the poodle jumped into his lap, only to turn and bark at Wesley. "Oh, Petunia, be nice," he said, petting her ear.
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Wesley stayed on the floor, bouncing in circles and barking back at Petunia. Lovino hushed him quietly, but he continued to dart around. "Do you, um, want to watch a movie or something?" he offered after a moment, knowing that Antonio probably didn't care much about the picture, no matter how badly Lovino might want the comfort, and was probably tired of hearing Lovino cry about it. Really, it was sort of a miracle he hadn't left yet.
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