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Little Sparrow: Chapter 6

  WARNINGS: Some swearing, brief description of childhood trauma 

Dark. Dark and cold, which is how Dracula, the lord of the undead, preferred it. The demonic prince looked out from the now abandoned Castle that once belonged to Doctor Viktor Frankenstein, who died centuries ago. Killed by a mob for robbing graves of the dead. Rumor has it among the locals, that the Doctor himself had conducted unholy experiments, making him unwelcomed in normal society.

   The people of the Transylvanian were led to believe the Castle was now haunted by the ghosts of the past. Strange events occurred when people tried to enter the castle. People disappearing as soon as they enter the castle, never to come out again. Which was the reason no human has set foot in that castle in decades. Made it the perfect place for an outpost for Dracula and his brides for the outside world. The immortal vampire prince walked around his quarters, waiting patiently for the news from his informants about the spear. It had been over a week that he sent the letter to the Order and still no word from that old bastard about the ransom. The spear for his best hunter’s freedom. While Dracula looked out the widow, he heard the door pounding. 

“Master! A letter has arrived for you!” said a raspy voice coming from the side of the thick wooden door. Dracula grinned has he looked to the door.

“Enter, Igor!” He demanded, causing the doors to burst open, revealing a short, ugly monster walked in. He sported on tattered old, tattered clothing and matted, light-blonde hair at shoulder length. On his hands he wore fingerless gloves with chipped fingernails. In his hands, was a parchment envelope with red seal in the back that held it together. The creature Igor raised his hand with the letter and handed it to his undead master. Dracula took it and opened the envelope. He scanned through the letter, reading every word as the grin on his face grew. “So, the old man had sent someone to bring the spear to me. It was about time they made the right decision. Who is it that we are expecting?” He asked looking at his hideous servant. Igor held out what looked like a photograph. Dracula took it and examined the picture. It was of a young woman with beautiful, (H/C) hair, (Skin color) and (E/c) eyes. She was gorgeous, which made the vampire smirk with glee. “So, Jinette sent this little bird to deliver the spear to me? The Order should have known that I have a weakness for fragile, little things like her. May I ask who this lovely little dove might be?” 

“Her name is (Full name). She is the ward of Cardinal Jinette Moretti, and a huntress. Our associate says that she had been gone for some time and had been living in America.” He answered making his master laugh.

“Her? A hunter? bah!! Look at her! She is far too delicate looking to be hunting such monstrous creatures. Things like her would be eaten alive. The old man must have a death wish for her.” He licked his lips as he placed the picture aside onto a table next to him. he gazed at the picture of the girl. “I trust that our informant has given us her estimated arrival?” He inquired the short hideous little man.

“Yes, they wrote that she is to arrive from Rome in a day. The letter also told us of where she will be staying at the oldest inn in the village. The Morning Dove Inn.” He answered his master.

 “Good…and how…is our guest behaving?” the lord of death asked the grotesque man who had snarl to his sneer. 

“He had finally quieted down. Fought the dwergi for a bit, but we managed to put him to sleep after giving him a good shock.” He grinned maliciously when he saw the pleased smile on his master’s face. Igor had always been a sadistic individual. He was often rejected as a child due his fascination for experimenting on dead corpses of animals. He would even torment innocent animals, just to see what happens went they were at their most vulnerable. Birds were often his favorite to torture, manly he watched to see what happened when he would cut off their wings.

   Over time, he started targeting other children and had been sent to an asylum. Everyone, even his own family felt he was too much of a danger to others. His father said to him that he no longer had a son. Years later, he escaped and hunted down his parents. He slaughtered them as they slept. He never returned to his childhood home again. More time passed and Igor found Dracula, or Dracula found him. He started to work for him and his brides, been working for him ever since. One of his main duties is to torture any prisoners that get unruly. If the payment from the vampire prince wasn’t enough, then the pleasure to torture people would be enough. Including hunters. 

“Good. Make sure to keep him in line, Igor.” Dracula ordered his head henchmen. “Also, I don’t want him to get too damaged before we have a chance to put him too good use.” 

“What of the girl?” He asked the dark Prince. “What shall we do when she arrives?” Igor looked at the vampire and see the smirk now reappear on his face. 

“Don’t worry, Igor. Hunter or not, I believe she won’t be too much of a disturbance for our plans.” He picked up a glass from the table, which contained a dark red substance and drank it slowly. Once the glass left his lips, he sighed in satisfaction. “We will wait until she arrives. We know what she looks like and where she will be staying. Send to one of our allies to keep an eye on our little bird. I need to find out more about her. I have given the cardinal clear instructions for the tradeoff. She is to come alone and when she does…I will be sinking my teeth into that lovely neck of hers.” He said as he finished to contents of his glass and set it down on the table next to the picture. “Now go, we have plans to make. Our guest of honor will be arriving soon, and I want to give her a proper Transylvanian welcome.”

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    Yours and Carl’s plane landed within five hours after you both left Vatican City. Standing outside the small airport, the two of you finally were able to track down a cab willing to take you both to the bus station. There it will lead you to Transylvania, where you will be looking for Van Helsing. The two of you sat in the back of the car not making a sound for a while, before you decided to break the silence. You wanted some answers as to how Van Helsing could caught. 

“Carl, there is something that I had been wanting to ask.” You got straight to the point as the redhead priest looked in your direction. “I need to know…Do you have any idea on how Van Helsing was able to be captured?”

“You’re asking this now? While we are on our way to Transylvania?!” He shrieked as he looked down at you with wide. “To think that Jinette had me come with you when you didn’t even get all the information.”

“Sorry! I got caught up with everything and I just never bothered to ask. I had been through a lot in the past week and a half. I don’t need you berating me because I didn’t get all the facts before leaving!” You yelled back to defend yourself, making Carl flinch a little from your sudden outburst. 

“Hey, keep it down back there! Or I will kick you out of my cab!” shouted the middle-aged cab driver as he looked at the two in the rearview mirror with a deadly glint in his eye. Apparently, not a lot of people find that Romanians were very friendly.

“Sorry, sir.” You apologized to the man up front, and Carl said nothing as the man looked away with an annoyed huff as he looked at the road. With man now looking away from them, you lowered your voice to speak. “Anyway, you still didn’t answer my question…How did Van Helsing get captured?” You asked the man and he sighed.

“He was sent on a hunt here a few weeks ago, he decided that he wanted to go alone.”

“What? Was he suicidal or something?!” You demanded in a yell-whisper, shocked by your life-long friend had been so careless and irresponsible by breaking the one rule of the Order. Never go on a hunt alone. Ever. Had Van Helsing lost his mind since you had left? Carl then sighed heavily as he heard you get so upset over the news had broken to you. Why hadn’t Father Jinette told you about Van Helsing getting kidnapped he wondered. 

“Over the past few years, Gabriel had not been himself. He had been losing sleep and claiming that he had been having nightmares. He wouldn’t tell me specifically what he had dreams about, but I could see he was extremely affected by them.” He looked out the window, looking away from you. Your worry grew more as he spoke so solemnly about Van Helsing. “He refused to tell me everything, but I heard him one night screaming someone’s name. Father Jinette, sister Rosa and Rabbi Goldstein ran into the room to check on him that night. He was flaying and shouting out the name repeatedly. he was trapped in his own nightmare and couldn’t escape. It was like he was having a seizure, even hit Jinette once. It was terrifying.” Carl then looked back to you after, with some water threatened to fall down his face. 

     Far as long as you known him, Carl was always the person that made you laugh.  One time, as he was tutoring you in science, he had accidentally set Father Giovanni’s robe on fire. The bitter, old priest was claiming you were too much of a distraction and wasn’t paying attention when one of Carl’s Bunsen burners. Making him dance around and having Jude throw water on him. The two of you and along with the entire lab laugh their heart out that day. One way or another, Carl knew how to put a smile on your face. To see him in such a state with so much sadness was very rare. Whatever Van Helsing went through, it had rippled on to those around him. 

“Did he tell you anything?” You asked him with furrowed eyebrows.

“No. He wouldn’t say anything about it. To anyone really.” Carl admitted sighed as his eyes slowly began to dry up. “But I did see that all of it affect him throughout his day-to-day life, in his work and on hunts. Nothing truly deadly or dangerous…well, until now at least.” Carl said sadly as he took a breath. You nodded, still not quite believing that he would be so carless, but it explains how he got here. One thing still nagged at you while Carl explained, thinking maybe you can understand more of what was going on with your lifelong friend. 

“Can you tell me what name he was saying? Then name he kept on screaming in his sleep?” You pleaded quietly to the ginger haired man. He looked slowly back to your direction.

“Your name, (Name). He was saying your name.” He confessed remorsefully, causing your eyes to widen in disbelief. Did this mean Van Helsing still cared for you? Did he miss you as much as you missed him? More questions swirled in your mind as the Cab driver announced that you and Carl had arrived at the Morning Dove Inn that was out on the boarder of Wallachia and Transylvania. The inn was located 50 miles away from the village where Gabe had been seen last, called Peonari village. The two of you said nothing after the driver of the cab got all of your things to the Inn. You and Carl carried your bags and walked up to the Building. The Inn was old and seemed a little rundown. The building didn’t have a lot of windows and made the atmosphere dark and cheerless. Your guess is that they don’t get that much business around here due to it be nearly in the middle of nowhere as the high mountains surround the area. Walking up to the reception desk with following behind, you ring the bell. 

“Yes! I am coming!” Shouted the voice of a male voice coming from the back. He sounded a little irritated by how he yelled from a distance. A few moments later, a middle-aged man with black hair and brown eyes with a tall build. “Can I help you too?” He asked you both.

“Yes, we have a reservation under (Last name)?” You told him and then the grumpy man asked for your passports. After he verified your identity, he gave you the room keys. Not before he gave you a look that put you on edge. 

“You be careful around these parts, girly. Strange things have been happening in these parts lately.” He looked at you as dropped the keys into your hand. You closed your hand and gave him a leering look.

“Thanks. I will keep that in mind.” You told him and the man proceeded to tell you two where your rooms are. You brought your things up and opened the door with your room numbers.  As soon as the two of you got up, you handed Carl his key. “Meet me in my room in an hour, Carl. We need to start planning before we enact our plan.” You said before Carl went into his room.

“Of course, by the way, how are we going to go about this? Where do we start looking?” Carl questioned you as he picked up his bag and slung it over his shoulders. 

“We are going to meet someone in town, or rather some people. The ones that were the last to see Van Helsing. I’ll tell you more when you get to my room. We need to wash up and then we can begin making connects with them.” You answered formally.  He nodded and went into his room, locking as he closed it. You went into your own and closed the door behind you. the bag fell to the floor along with the case the held the spear. You opened your bag and grabbed your hygiene products before heading to the shower.

     After you walked out of the shower, you noticed that it was already getting dark due to the room growing darker. Your curiosity ate at you and caused your feet to walk to the window to watch the sun go down. Opening the widow, you scan the scenery of the mountain terrains and saw the beautiful nature scenery. The forest the surrounded the open field was lush and green, adding a deep richness to the earth. The mountains scaled high to the clouds, tops with pure white snow. The colors of the dying daylight that reflected onto the high peaks of the mountains truly took your breath away. 

    When you lived in Kansas, you often yearned for the high mountain tops and celestial beauty that you were used to when you lived in Europe. The American Midwest, though had beauty of its own, was lacking compared to you saw now. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath of the mountain fresh air. You sigh in content before you opened your eyes again. Carl was going to meet you in fifteen minutes, and you needed to get dressed. You closed your window and got out your clothes for the night. After the remaining fifteen minutes, you heard a knock on your door. You opened it and saw Carl in casual entire. 

“Come on in, Carl.” You said and gave Carl chance to enter your room. You closed the door and Carl then faced you as he stands you in the middle of your room. 

“So, we do we start? What’s the plan, (Name)?” Carl asked you as you closed the door.

“It’s getting dark, so we will have to wait until tomorrow. You know very well that these lands are infested with monsters, and we’ll be much more vulnerable if we go out now.” You explained and sat on your bed with your arms folded. “Make sure you get plenty of sleep because we are getting up early tomorrow. We don’t have a whole lot of time. We only have only a few weeks before Dracula’s deadline is up.” 

“Who are we meeting tomorrow? You mentioned that we were meeting some people that will help us finding Van Helsing?” Carl asked after you finished explaining your plan.

“The Valrious family.”

“They Valerious family? The famous monster hunting family that have been defending this entire region for over five centuries?” Carl’s eyebrow rose in shock.

“Yes, they were partnering with Van Helsing when he went missing. They are the only ones that know all the places where Van Helsing had been. They were also that last people to see him. They are our only leads to finding him.” You answered him. “Go get some sleep and tomorrow we will go down to the village.”

“Right.” Carl said as he took a deep breath. You noticed as he got agitated with every word the two of you spoke. You got up to meet him at eye level.

“What’s wrong, Carl?” You asked him with your voice laced with his concerned. 

“It’s just, I’m worried about Van Helsing. I don’t know if we will be able to find him again.” Carl shakingly said as he rubbed his hands. You have seen him do this time and again when he was worried about something. He had every right to be nervous. You were too over not being able to find Van Helsing.  For all you know, this all could be in vain. Dracula was the lord of the dead and a vampire. You don’t expect a monster like him to keep his word. However, something inside you told you to try and find him. 

“Carl.” You placed a hand on the priest with a sad smile. “We will find him. I know it seems like a slim chance at this point, but we have to try. Van Helsing is strong, and he will hold on until we get to him. I promise we will find him.” Your words seemed to ease him as he gave you a small smile. He nodded and started to leave the room after he bid you a good night. As he closed the door, now leaving you alone. You got your sleepwear together and got yourself ready for bed. 

 Watching from afar, Dracula’s head bride, Alera, eyed the girl’ window with intense curiosity. Her lord and husband was right, she was beautiful. It had almost made her snarl at the fact that Dracula had grown a little obsessed with the human female. Dracula had instructed her to keep a close eye on her when the sun was down, and give him any details about where she might be going. When the girl closed her window, she quickly made her way to the inn. Thanks to her acute hearing, she was able to hear everything about the plan to find Van Helsing. (Name) planned on seeing that wretched family, known as the Valerious family. She wanted to growl at the mere mention of the family of hunters that have killed so many of her kind for centuries. Still, Alera knew she had to stay quiet. She cannot have her cover blown over her hate filled emotions. 

    After she bid her companion good night, the woman was now left alone to sleep. When she knew (Name) were asleep, she quietly and swiftly crawled up to the window and opened it gently. Alera knew very well on how to remain as silent as the wind when entering a house. She had done it for centuries to pray on her unsuspecting victims. Suddenly, when she tried to reach the opening, her hand began to burn. She shirked in pain as she drew herself away and clutched onto her hand.

“Who’s there?!” The young woman shouted from her bed and the light in your room went back on. Alera knowing her cover had been blow, fled away from the seen before you could spot her in the night. Once she was far away from the Morning Dove Inn, Alera transformed into her demon form and fled away into the night sky. 

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(Name)’s POV.

  As soon as you heard the ear-piercing scream, you jolted from your bed. Grabbing your gun and holy water.

“Who’s there?!” You demanded to whoever was invading your room. You looked around and noticed the window was opened. Your eyes widened as you quickly ran up to the window and locked the shutters. Not long after, Carl came bursting through the door panting like crazy.

“What happened?! Are you okay (Name)?!” Carl yelled in a panic.

“I’m fine, Carl. I believe that someone had tried to break in here.” You explained as you put your gun down on your nightstand. 

“Break in?!” He cried as you told him what had just happened. 

“Yeah, and by the looks of it, it wasn’t human.” You said as you pointed at the window. “I blessed the window frames with holy water and use ancient warding symbols that were specifically to keep vampires away. It one of the most efficient ways to keep vampires out.” You explained to the priest as looked at the now closed window. Carl then looked at the wards that surround the window in a foreign language that he had never seen before.

“Brilliant.” Carl looked at you with great astonishment at your careful preparation. “Where did you learn all this? I don’t remember the Cardinal teaching us these skills.” He asked you as he saw the 

“A man named Sam did. He is one of my best friends in the States.” You answered honestly.

“Sam?”

“Yeah, he taught me a lot during my time there. He taught me some of the most effective ways to hunt monsters that I never heard of before. I have fought a lot of vampires and werewolves in the States and Sam taught me a lot.” With your words, you face fell as you thought about Sam. It hurt to talk about your time with the Winchesters. You shook that off for now, trying to focus on what was going on in the moment. “Carl, I believe Dracula knows we are here.”

“Already? How?”

“I don’t know, but I have a feeling we need to be more cautious. I was hoping that it would have taken time for his to catch on, but I laced these wards on my window just in case. Turns out, I was right to do so. We should do the same to yours, Carl. In case they come back.” You suggested. Soon, you grabbed all your tools and headed to Carl’s room. After drawing the sigils around his window, you bid him good night once more and headed back to your room to sleep. You had a long day ahead and you were running out of time. With Your eye lids growing heavy with sleep and let yourself succumb to the darkness. 

   Standing in the large crowd, you felt as if your ears were starting to bleed. The people were all together in a large square with hundreds of people. Young, old, men and women. All of them chanted angrily, throwing fists in the air with a violent rage. 

“He’s a fraud!”

“Hieratic!”

“Liar!”

  Shouted the angry masses as they all look up at the balcony. A man emerged, dressed in fine robes. He had a circlet crown upon his head. The mob like crowd cheered as the man appeared in front of them. You stood far back, but you were able to see enough of this man to see that he displayed a significant amount of authority. With a simply wave of his hand, the people were silent. With the wave of his other hand, another man had come forward next to him. You could barely make out his face, but you could see the silent strength that you had witnessed once before. 

“Ye has brought this man unto me not guilty of any wrongdoing!  I have examined him before ye and found no-fault with his man of which ye have accused him! Of Which I shall release him!” Said the finely clothed man and the crowd around you muttered in shock and were beginning to shout “No”.  “Then what shall I do with this man, if ye will not let me release him?!” He said pointing to the man next to him.

“Crucify him! Release Barabbas!” Shouted one of them men in fine priest robes and jewelry standing in the front of the crowd along with other men that were dressed the same. Your eyes widen in the direction of the heartless priest.

“No.” you uttered to yourself, tears now streaming down your face as you look back up to the direction of the balcony once more. 

“Would ye have me release Barabbas?! Over him?! An innocent guilty of no crime?!” He pointed back at the man in white standing by him. 

“No, please.” You quietly cried again, not wanting to see this going they way you prayed it wouldn’t. Watching the man in fine garbs take a deep sigh and then turned away from the mob. He has a servant bring out a bowl and poured water in it. The man then washed his hands in it and turn back to the people once more.

“I wash my hands of this innocent man’s blood! See to it yourselves!” He shouted and then proceeded to walked away from the crowd. The people cheered violently as you cried out the man on the balcony. 

“No! No, let him go!!” You ran to the front and try to fight your way through the crowd. As soon as you reached the front, the cheers faded away and it all went dark. 

“NO!!!”

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[topsyturvy-turtely]

turtely's OTP challenge

read day 25 "That Familiarity, That Femininity" on Ao3!

prompt: trying to seduce one another

summary: Sherlock knows just the trick to get John to be more open to dating men. More specifically, dating Sherlock.

T, 894 words, Getting Together. Developing Relationship, Drinking, Lipstick & Lip Gloss, Kissing, Mutual Pining, Resolved Sexual Tension

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Sherlock was laying on the couch, hands steepled underneath his chin. He was thinking. About John Watson – as so often. John went on many dates. He didn’t seem too happy about them. Or, yes he did, but there were never many dates with the same woman, which he then complained about until he found a new woman to go out with.

That’s when Sherlock opened his eyes widely. It was clear as water all of the sudden: John just needed to go out with a man for once. He knew John was bisexual. He never told him that, but the signs were clear. Well, and since it would take a while to find a candidate, he would gladly suggest himself.

He got up to take a shower.

He went to put on fresh clothes… Black shirt, one more button open than necessary. Tight, black trousers, the ones that flattered his arse exceptionally nicely. He styled his hair into a perfect curly mess. He put on cologne and… hesitated. He looked very masculine… maybe if he gave John something familiar – something feminine – John would more easily get over the fact that Sherlock was a man. It didn’t take long to find just what he was looking for. Sherlock smiled cheekily.

***

John was frustrated. Sexually frustrated. He loved sex, hell, he would go so far and say he needed sex. He was grumpy and agitated when he hadn’t had sex in a while. Was it a bad thing to like sex that much, need it, even? John didn’t know and quite frankly didn’t care. He just knew he wanted it.

So today John would go out, take Stamford with him. Wear his best smiles, use his best jokes and get laid. John nodded at himself. As good as done.

When he got home he immediately took a shower. As he walked out of the bathroom, only wearing his towels low on his hips, he noticed Sherlock was laying on the couch. He greeted him, then headed upstairs to change into better clothes.

***

Breathe in (Sherlock breathed in), breathe out (Sherlock breathed out). He didn’t know why he was freaking out, but he was. That wasn’t entirely true: He knew he was freaking out because he saw some skin. That really shouldn’t be that special. He had seen lots of skin before, lots of naked bodies even. However, Sherlock didn’t expect John to come out of the shower showing off that much of naked skin, practically radiating sexual energy at him, as if he was some kind of sex god. Sherlock groaned and sank deeper into the couch, the images rushing into his mind.

Finally he heard John coming down. He wore nothing special really. A button up, dark jeans, his best cologne.

“I am going out. I will go pick up Mike,” John declared.

Sherlock sat up. “There’s no need.”

“How do you-“ John stopped. Stared. Opened his mouth, “What happened to your lips?”

Sherlock wanted to smile, wanted to squeal and jump, when John stared at him. Eyes fixated on Sherlock’s lips. He had him. Right there, that was the familiarity, that femininity John needed. He stood up and walked over to John. “Lipstick, John. Lipstick happened to my lips,” he said. Sherlock scanned John’s face, categorised his reaction. Smirked, “You are going out with me tonight.”
John still glared at his mouth. When he finally realised he had been staring he breathed in deeply, raised his gaze to Sherlock’s eyes. And bravely, like the closeted bisexual, ex-army doctor he was asked, “Where to?”

***

Now, John was sitting at a bar, which name he had already forgotten and glared at the smear of lipstick on Sherlock’s glass. It was stupid, really. But seeing dark red lipstick on Sherlock’s face… he took another gulp from his third drink (or was it the fourth?).

He had tried to look at women, even checked out some guys, but his attention always fell back to his best friend. And that goddamn lipstick. They were talking about… he didn’t even know what. He looked down, surprised. How had his hand landed on Sherlock’s forearm? Didn’t matter. His eyes found Sherlock’s. He surprised himself, when he asked, “Do you want to dance with me?”

Sherlock’s face was full of questions for second. Then he said, “Let’s.”

So John got up, took Sherlock’ hand because hell, he was drunk and he wanted to. When they were on the dance floor John stood there for a second. Then started giggling. “Sherlock, I forgot that I have no idea how to dance!”

Sherlock stepped closer. “I’ll teach you,” his deep voice kindling something inside of John . The detective took John’s hands in his, put them on his shoulders. And as they stood there - John’s arms around Sherlock’s shoulders, the tall man’s lips dark red at John’s eye level – intoxicated as he was, he leaned in. Not to dance, no. To kiss. Immediately Sherlock responded – he stepped closer, put his hand on John’s neck, his thumb caressing the space behind his ear. The kiss was careful at first, but with every second it grew more rough. Leaving almost no room to breathe.

“I think we should take this dance lesson to Baker Street” John groaned between kisses. Sherlock, whose lipstick was now smeared, searched John’s eyes, then nodded.

It was a nice ‘dance lesson’ indeed.

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hi hi!! your fics are great!! if you don’t wanna do this you don’t gotta ^^

kyle, kenny, heidi and tweek with an albino s/o?? only if you want to!!! :D (also this is just a question but do you do fics too?? or just headcanons?? thanks!! love your works btw :) )

🎨 anon

Kyle, Kenny, Heidi, and Tweek with a albino s/o🤍✅🎀

Note: To answer your question, I do both. But I prefer to do headcanons more often.

Warnings: none

Gender: Neutral

💚 Kyle Broflovski 🎀

Gotta be honest, nobody has seen an albino person in south park before aside from the ginger kids.

Kyle thought you were unique and interesting, you have clear pale skin and pure white hair. He wanted to know more about you.

Kyle would be glad to help buy you clothes to keep your skin protected from the sun! That is...if your skin is sensitive to the sun.

When he saw your eyes, he was flabbergasted. He never saw someone with blue, hazel, or brown eyes before (We don't talk about that time he got possessed by the Christmas spirit)

But that's only if you do have blue, hazel, or brown eyes. Man is still learning about albinism please help him out 😭😭😭😭

Cartman would say that you look like the ginger kids except you have white hair and look like a ghost.

Kyle would deck him like always, he could careless on what his s/o looks like.💚💚💚💚💚

🧡 Kenny Mccormick 🍖

Kenny thought you were a ghost when he first saw you and then apologized right afterwards for assuming.😭😭

He has also never seen an albino person before either so he is very interested in you and your appearance.

Kenny would lend you some of his parkas if you needed something to protect yourself from the sun.

He will also buy you some sunscreen, but probably only the cheap ones since he is poor. But you'd help him pay for the ones you need.

But besides that, he loves hanging out with you! He probably might play with your hair and put it into different styles (If you let him).

He didn't understand why people were weirded out by your pale skin and white hair.

He'll get more aggressive if they continue to make you feel bad about being an albino.

Being different is fine because it makes Kenny interested in you <3🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

💚 Heidi Turner 🎀

Oh my god, she absolutely loves you! and the way you dress (If you're into fashion or not).

She didn't understand why you always wore sunglasses on a sunny day until you told her that your skin is sensitive to the sun.

She'd buy you a whole pack of sunscreen and other sun protection clothing if you need them.

Although your appearance did get her attention for a min, she still saw you as a normal person to hangout with.

You both would talk for hours (If you're talkative) and she would get to know more about your albinoism.

She wouldn't admit it, but she likes holding both of your hands in hers. She likes the feeling of your soft skin <3

She is still happy to have a s/o who isn't a manipulative sociopath like her ex...💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

💛 Tweek Tweak ☕

Tweek would probably stare at you for like an hour, but he would stop once he realizes he's making you uncomfortable. Has anybody in south park ever seen an albino person before?????

If you never explained that you have albinoism he probably would have thought you were sent from the government uncover.

Like Heidi, Tweek probably likes holding both of your hands into his. It calms him down when he's having one of his constant twitches or panic attacks.

Tweek doesn't know much about albino people so he'll sit down and listen to you explaining it to him. (But he'll probably get distracted a little).

He volunteers to help pay for the clothes and accessories you need to protect yourself from the sun.

He really likes your hair so he'll probably also play with it as a stim.💛💛💛💛💛💛

I need to play some more music when I'm writing my prompts, it helps me focus.

[rogerswifesblog]

Got an ask with Its all about the

How dose sam and buck react if they met rich reader while her and steve are out casual like they were getting some snacks or casual walk low key

Awww I love this ask, thank you! So here’s a little Drabble to that^^

Series Masterlist

My Masterlist

Summary: Your little coffee dates gets interrupted.

Warnings: none?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Sugar!Mommy!Reader

A few weeks into your agreement and Steve felt quite happy. New clothes, a new phone and many nights he spend at your place enjoying some greasy food and your company. At first he had imagined only spending time with you when necessary, when he needed it, but now? He actually enjoyed being with you. Hence the little coffee date before his classes would start and you’d have to go to work.

You took a sip of your coffee, looking through the breakfast menu. It was Steve’s idea to come here, apparently he liked coming here quite often with his friends, especially because the prices were affordable and it was close to his campus.

Just then two men entered the café, but you didn’t give them much more attention. Having Steve in front of you was already enough for you. You may have fallen for the boy more than you should’ve, but it already happened so the least you could do now was to enjoy it.

But you did feel the eyes on you once again, making you look up. Both men looked at you and then back at Steve. It happened often. People judged you and Steve’s relationships-which wasn’t surprising. Steve was a collage student and looked like that, too. Especially when he wore the hoodie with his university logo, just like today. Sometimes you asked yourself if he did it on purpose to torture you, showing you the reminder of how much older you were, but that was of course not the idea behind it. He told you he liked the softness of it.

Besides, Steve had asked you a few times to dress a bit down when you two were out, putting away the fur coat or replacing the louboutin heels with normal heels so people wouldn’t immediately assume he’s a gold digger-but instead dressing down you bought him his own louboutin shoes and a couple dress pants. In the end you both agreed on not changing anything about the way you dressed, even when it meant people would stare. A few weeks later and you both got pretty used to it. Sometimes Steve even noticed the attention, especially when someone seemed jealous when you hold onto his arm, your red lipstick always staining his collars, neck and cheeks, the soft smiles just for him, the teasing touches so nobody notices, oh but they do…everyone can see how much you enjoy having Steve around. Even strangers see your eyes sparkling at him.

“I’m thinking about the French toast and eggs-“ “They made amazing eggs with spinach, try those”, interrupted another voice you haven’t heard before, but Steve apparently did since his cheeks turned a dark shade of red.

Smiling, you look up at the dark haired man with a man bun, right next to him a dark skinned man with a bright smile and a gap between his teeth, making him look even more sympathetic than he already seemed to be. “And you two are?”

Both men looked at Steve for a second, then back to you. “We’re Steve’s roommates-and best friends” “-probably only friends” The blue eyed interrupted his friends again, making you chuckle quietly, while you slowly slid to the side, making room for one of them next to you. Bucky immediately took the place, Sam doing the same next to Steve when he scooched over,

“Sam and Bucky, Steve told me about you two. Yet he didn’t mention your habit of interrupting other people, Bucky”, you smirked slightly, noticing rosy patches appearing on his cheeks, while both Steve and Sam grinned at that, Steve still looking a bit shy.

You smiled at Steve, raising your eyebrows lightly wanting for him to finally find his voice back, maybe even introducing you properly. He finally got the hint when you kicked his shin. “Sam, Bucky meet Y/N, my…girlfriend”, he cleared his throat, the blush that was slowly fading was now back. Up until now he had never introduced you to anyone, especially not as his girlfriend, but it felt nice. And true. He saw you as his girlfriend.

The smile on your lips widened while you looked down at the menu again. “I’ll have the eggs with spinach, then. And what would you like to have, boys?” You smiled, all men looking shocked at you-well, Sam and Bucky, Steve wasn’t fazed. He was used to you paying, that was the agreement. He wasn’t even surprised you wanted to pay for his friends either. Since the agreement had started you’ve always paid for Steve and for his groceries, which often was more than enough for all three men.

“We don’t-we just wanted to say hi-“ Sam started, but you shook your head. “I know, but you’re already here, so you can at least eat something, both of you”, with that you gave Bucky the menu, which he slowly took from your hand.

He looked at Steve for approval, which made the blond man chuckle. “She means it, really. Don’t look at me like that”, he laughed head shaking, while he leaned back.

A few minutes later a waitress took your orders, while you all made some small talk, Bucky and Sam always eying you up and down.

Of course Steve had mentioned you were ridiculously rich and a bit older, but they assumed only a few years, four or five (which probably was very stupid of them, they just never really knew how you got your money. Bucky imagined you had a rich father, the same thought occurred to Sam when he first heard about you, but now? ) They definitely saw a few gray hairs on your head, a few little wrinkles around your eyes.

But the more minutes went by, the more they realized Steve wasn’t only in for the money. They saw his eyes sparkle at you, especially when you laughed at his incredibly awful jokes or when you teased him about something. Your hand stroked over the back of his hand when he put down his hand on the table, making him smile to himself.

Bucky and Sam looked at each other for a second, before back to the lovebirds sitting next to them.

Yep, they’d definitely tease Steve about it. Totally.

Because Stevie finally found love, even when he wasn’t supposed to. But…they actually were pretty happy for him. He deserved something good after all that had happened in the last few years.

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[knowledgechild]

You can find him in King's Alley, London.

It's near an Inn, called The New Inn

Just look for an alleyway with a panting of the god Terminus.

He will be waiting.

This was the massage that appeared in the latest safe house they were staying. She knew to trust it, it was her uncle who send it after all. But Rose was tired, tired of running, tired of hiding, but it was the only thing to do.

After that fated Serial Convention, which they called Cereal Convention, most of the most dangerous people in the UK were looking for her and her brother Jed, so they needed to hide, lest they die and meet their aunt way too early. So Rose and her brother made their bags, put on some inconspicuous clothing, along with the ever present rain coat, and left their current safe house to try and find this King's Alley.

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As soon as they passed the so called The New Inn, the alleyways got weirder, one had the painting of a goddess, Rose didn't know which, but had the smell of roses and blood? Well, Rose didn't know, but it was a metalic smell, almost like the smell of pennies. Another one had a half wall built from roof to the ground, stopping more or less 2 metres off the ground, with a very strange symbol drawn on it. But her uncle said to find the alley with the painting of the god Terminus, whoever he was, she hoped it was written.

Almost, as if reading her mind, she saw a wall, painted in what looked like graffiti paint, but much more alive and vibrant, and under the painting it was written:

Hic Terminus tutatus est

She didn't know what it said, as she didn't speak latin, but it was written Terminus, so it was probably it.

Taking Jed's hand, Rose entered the alley, and saw a small metal plate, engraved with the alleyway's name King's Alley. So it really was the right place. She didn't know what to expect, didn't know who her uncle said was waiting, but there was nowhere else to go.

Griping her brother's hand tightly, and holding her bag even tighter, they entered the alley.

Immediately they could tell the alley was much different than the street they just came from. For once, the alley was slightly warmer than the forecast told it would be, and second, it was completely dry. Which would be weird, considering they just came from a downpour, and were thoroughly drenched, but Rose learned a long time ago not to question the weird things that happend around her. And, considering the alleyway started with the painting of a god, could she be surprised that the alley was magical in some way?

"It's dry here, why is it dry?" Her little brother asked.

"Because it has a magical barrier that doesn't allow the bad weather to enter" Said a voice from behind them.

Turning, slightly startled, Rose saw a middle-aged man, with long brown hair that was braided to the side of his head, his hair was turning white at his temples which betrayed his age, his eyes were a warm brown, kind of like the coffee that Rose liked so much, but they also had an age to them. His skin was tanned, but not the fake way, but the way that it would get after various days working under the sun, his face was wrinkled with the marks of someone who smiled a lot, and he had a slight beard, which gave him the air of a dad, not a father, a dad.

The man was tall and broad, and he wore a dark brown overcoat, that was open in the front, his shirt was white, and he wore black pants and black combat boots. He also wore a necklace, it had two letters intertwined as a pendant, E&R. Perhaps his children? He was smiling, and his hands were in his pockets, that fact made Rose be alert.

"Don't worry Endless child, I won't harm you" The man said.

"How do you know that?" Rose asked in slight trepidation.

The man smiled "Your uncle send me, I belive he said something about me in his letter?"

"The only thing uncle Dream wrote about you was 'He will be waiting'" Jed said, trying to imitate their uncles deep voice in the end.

The man snorted, and looked up, almost fond, as if he knew that was going to happen because it happend often.

"Yeah that sounds like him, great imitation kid." He said "I believe your name is Jed right? And yours is Rose" He asked looking for confirmation in each of them.

"Yes, that's us, and you are?" Rose inquired.

"Oh silly me, where are my manners? My name's Hob, I'm an old friend of your uncles" He extended his gloved hand for a handshake, which Rose took.

"That's not your real name is it?" Rose couldn't help but ask.

"Well, technically it is, I mean, it's a nickname for my name, so it is my real name" Hob? said.

"What's your name then?" Jed asked.

"It's Robert, yound Jedi"

Jed giggled at the nickname, his love for starwars shining through.

"Should you be sharing you name like this?" Rose looked around in trepidation, as if one of the killers chasing her was going to jump out of a trash can and attack them.

"Oh don't worry, I'm not in danger here" The man, Robert, said, smile a bit bigger, as if what he said was the greatest joke in the world. "But let's get out of this wind, shall we?" He pointed towards something behind Rose and Jed.

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After climbing a short set of metal stairs, they came upon a heavy door, it didn't have any visible doorknobs so Rose didn't know how they were going to open it.

"I know you're wondering, the door opens by scaning your fingerprint here" Robert said.

And sure enough, and he put his hand near the door, a small compartment opened that was ready to scan his fingerprint.

"I already put both of yours in the system so don't worry okay, and don't ask how I got them" He said, looking at us with a smirk.

After scaning his fingerprints, Robert opened the door and allowed us to enter first. The room they entered was not very big, looking like a mixture of hotel lobby and mud room in a farm house, the walls were painted a muted petroleum blue, there was a small chandelier in the ceiling emitting pale yellow light, which brought to life the paintings and decorations scattered around the room. The paintings were of very realistic scenery, like wheat fields, sunsets and starry nights, there were some decorations hanging from the ceiling, Rose recognized a whale shark and a turtle, along with a few birds she didn't know the name of. Two of the walls were covered in cabinets, hooks and shelves to put shoes on.

"Please, put your shoes on these racks, we don't want to dirty the floor, and you two can hang your rain coats in these hooks, right here" Hob said pointing towards two hooks directly on top of the shoe rack.

They did as told, and Hob directed them towards a door Rose didn't noticed was there. The door was very different from the one they entered, it was wood for once, white wood, and it had a doorknob.

"Welcome to Salus Caelum" Robert opened the door while saying it, what was it with the latin? They were in England! "The translation of the name is Safety Heaven, so you can call it that"

Leading them deeper into the next room, Rose could see six doors, three on each side, each of them had a repeated number, like 222, or 777, Rose noticed the absence of the number 6, maybe it was superstition?

Hob lead them towards a door on the right, the number on it was 333, one of the most powerful numbers. 'Uncle Dream is not playing with our safety ', Rose thought.

Robert provided a key from somewhere and opened the door to the 333 room. "You will be staying here" He said without entering. "I hope it is for your liking, Dream told me some of your favorite things so I put them here. The fridge is fully stocked and the water's already heated, the bed was made and it was fully cleaned of any dust before you came, Dream told me of your allergy Rose, the food is vegan, and the TV has any and all streaming you would like. The only thing I ask is that you guy's try not to dirty or trash this place, and please always do the dishes and make the bed." He finished, Rose was speechless.

The room, more like apartment, was huge, Rose could move freely without bumping into anything. To her left was the kitchen, It looked like a professional one, the lower cabinets were, again, petroleum blue, the upper ones were white. This color palette of white and petroleum blue appeared in the entirety of the kitchen, including in the island, with the appliances being black. It was a beautiful kitchen, with natural light pouring in from the living room. Turning, she saw the space, with a big TV, bigger than she's seen in a while, and a very comfortable looking grey couch, with a very fluffy rug in front of it. Unlike the kitchen, the colors of the living room were grey and pink. Behind the couch it was the biggest window she had ever seen, going from wall to wall, with beautiful heavy grey and transparency white curtains. The walls of the apartment were painted a very light cream color, and the floor was dark wood and heated, the floor was heated , it was very pleasant to step in, after a day of wearing boots that didn't warm much.

"Down the hall you will find one room, with a bed for both of you, and the bathroom is connected to the bedroom. The wardrobe in the room has clothes for both of you, should you wish to change" The man continued, Rose was in awe.

What was this? The couldn't afford this, how were they to pay the man's hospitality?

Almost as if reading her mind, Robert said "And don't worry about payment, it was already taken care of, Dream is a very throughout being."

"He really is." Rose said, with a small nervous laugh.

"Well, I suppose I should leave you to it, enjoy your stay and any question or requests you have, you just have to use this phone here, and it will be answered" Hob pointed towards a phone connected to the wall of the kitchen that Rose hadn't noticed.

His smiled dropped, he looked serious and said "Oh another thing, both me and Dream agree that, while your here, you should leave only if absolutely necessary okay? If you need to leave, do not leave the alley, it is protected against outside forces that wish harm to those within them, so while you're here, you are completely protected. So don't leave the boundary lines, they are both indicated with paintings of Terminus. But overall enjoy okay? You can both relax here, nothing can harm you in this place." His smile was back, although smaller than before.

"Okay, thank you very much for your help, Hob" Rose said, slightly overwhelmed.

"Enjoy you stay!" Robert said while leaving.

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Coffee was brewing, not the cheap instant "coffee" that Rose was used to buy from the store, no this was good coffee, and she couldn't have been more happy for it.

After getting used to the house, Jed immediately went to take a shower. Rose finished undoing their bags, and opening blinds so the light could pour in. Now she was in the kitchen, a plate of fresh baked cookies on top of the island. She felt really lucky, how couldn't she, her uncle made everything possible for them to survive, and now he gave them this. A safe haven.

A noise took her from her thoughts, her uncle was here. He was leaning on the wall that separated the entryway and the kitchen.

"Hi" Rose said.

"Hello, Rose Walker" Said Dream

Her uncle stood and came to her side, stopping in front of her, and leaning against the island, copying her, that was leaning against the counter.

He was a tall and lithe man-shaped being, his hair was as dark as the darkest winter night, his eyes were icy blue as he masqueraded as a human being. He was pale, not deadly sick pale, but royalty pale, like he never had to work under the sun, his face was angular, with cheekbones that could cut you. He was wearing a black overcoat with black shirt and pants, but, funnily enough, he was wearing white combat boots. The most Goth man, with capital G, she knew was wearing white. Distantly, within her mind, she couldn't help but draw the contrast between her uncle and her current host, Robert. They were the complete opposite.

"Thank you, uncle Dream, for all of this" Rose couldn't help but show him how grateful she was.

"Tis was nothing, my niece, Hob did me a favor by agreeing to house you two" Dream answered.

"Robert said he was an old friend of yours, how did you two meet?"

"We met a long time ago, longer than any human today could comprehend, and recently became acquainted again, after my unfortunate stay with the Burgess family" Her uncle explained.

"So he's supernatural too?" Rose asked before she could think about it.

"Yes, in the sense he is more supernatural than any normal human, but no at the same time" Riddles at this time? She didn't have the mental capacity to unpack all of that right now.

"Could you explain what you mean?"

"Hob is immortal, completely human, although never-dying. We met at a tavern in 1389, where he was saying he would never die, in Death and I's presence, so my sister granted him his wish of never-ending life, and we started to meet every one hundred years, in the same day, at the same tavern." Dream developed his answer.

'Who you'd want to life forever? Sounds like torture ' Rose thought "Makes sense why he would say you two were old friends than"

"Yes, it does. I hope he was nothing but welcoming?"

"I don't think that man could be anything but welcoming, but yes he was"

Dream chuckled at that, his eyes wrinkled with crow's feet, like he was expecting that answer and was delighted from it.

"I should take my leave, I came to see if everything was alright, but it is clearly more than alright" He said nodding to the cookies and Rose's freshly brewed coffee.

"Yeah, everything's fine, more than that even, Jed will be sad he missed you." Rose stood up, to get herself a mug.

"Tell him I will see him tonight"

"Of course uncle. Thank you for everything, truly, Dream"

"It was a pleasure. Take care Rose Walker, I would hate to lose my favorite niece" He said with a smirk while walking away.

"But i am your only niece!" Rose shouted after him with a smile, the only answering sound was the deep laugh of Dream of the Endless.

[keehomania]

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jungkook fell in love with korea when he was twelve years old. by eighteen, he knew he had to see it all. he wanted to see how his story would unfold. so, he took the risk and the fall. his memory was restricted to a polaroid, all the bad ones drowning in a void. he wore his smile on his face and his heart on his sleeve. he said to his father, “i wanna stay, but i have to leave.”

he loved his daddy and his love for his wife, he grew up in awe, wanting the same life. his mother was pretty, he knew that was true. how good she looked, black and blue. it was all jungkook wanted, a life of his own. a woman like her to claim his heart, so he wouldn’t spend life alone. he noticed her hands that trembled and such, how her skin was ice cold to the touch. “don't worry, you'll make do,” he had whispered. “dad's gonna take care of you.”

you met him somewhere in daegu on the thoroughfare. you saw him, the glint in his eyes and the wind in his hair. maybe it was what god had in store, a route that connected two places and more. your clothes were ripped apart, he couldn’t help but look. he wanted to help you, actually. no matter what it took. he could see it, the pistol under your belt. thought it was cute when he clutched it, damn near made his heart melt. “i’ll take you anywhere, don't run,” what what he said. you took the offer, out of luck to spend.

he asked you, “wanna see the west with me?” love was out there, and he couldn’t leave it be. he drove fast, you could feel the wind in your hair. everything was gone—every issue, the need to care. love never meant much to you, but you agreed, “sure, maybe i’ll find love, too.”

you could feel your heart beat as you made your way to seoul. maybe you were healing, you could feel it in your soul. you remembered thanking god for time well spent, with your hands pressed together, jungkook saw how much it meant. asked if you believed in christ, you told him “sometimes, i do.” his gaze grew cautious, almost iced as you asked him, “what about you?” he didn’t answer at first, his stomach tying into a knot. then, he said, “even the iron still fears the rot.”

he didn’t care much about jesus, he just wanted to find love. he knew it was up to him, not the man above. you drove to find his lover, day and night. every little diner saw you, and things just felt right. when the moments were still in motels that were cheap, it was then that you noticed something that made your heart leap. you had started to see jungkook in a different light. for the first time since you were young, he was a man who didn't bite. told you, “i haven’t left busan in a long time, but now that i’m with you, it feels like a good sign.” could've sworn god was real when he felt you—tight, welcoming and warm, too. you loved yourself for sinning, something you were used to.

maybe it was real, you wanted it to be. you took your chances and risked it for everyone to see. thinking god had your back, just had to keep your faith all along. just like mommy once said, “put your trust in god and all your burdens will be gone.” you had lived through so much, this was a chance like no other. a love that no one could give, not even your own brother.

blessed be the daughters, suffering eternal through the sins of their fathers. blessed be their whore mothers, crying and angry with bated in a motionless ferry. blessed be the children, each and every one come to know their god through some senseless act of violence that says they’ve won. blessed be you, girl, promised to him by a man who only felt hatred for you again and again. you were your father’s girl just for a while, but he left you the curse that made him hostile. the man who felt hatred must’ve been him, he had given what was taken. then again, it could’ve have been god, maybe satan. you could barely tell the difference between them, that much was blatant.

forgive me father, for i have fallen in love. it wasn’t love, it was never love. but he had stopped listening long ago, the man above. you were foolish to think he was on your side, what you should’ve done was run and hide. but it was too late, your cards were dealt, something too long has passed since you last felt.

he was cruel to you, but it was all knew. what was the worst that could happen to a girl that was already hurt? you noticed the cross on the wall with a frown, since he had turned it upside down. he was a believer, that wasn’t a lie. he loved the man who opposed the sky. maybe it wasn’t his fault, he wanted love with a golden hue, but too many times had he watched daddy beat her black and blue. i want a love like that, he thought. he would get it from you and leave you to rot.

the chamber was dirty, the world was ending, yet you seemed to be the only one fending. the cuffs were tight and your body was bare, but to him it was right, he didn’t care. he liked it when you were scared. you didn’t fear for long, to jungkook’s surprise. he had stopped seeing tears in your eyes. instead, you felt something you hadn’t in a bit. it was the feeling you felt each time you got hit.

you wanted more, everything he had to give. you wanted more, it didn’t matter if you’d live. he had all of his options and still chose you, but he was sweet in ways no one knew. when he’d kept you fed and warm overnight, even if it meant beating you black and white. he’d clean up your scar and wrap it up nice, but every gesture meant a bigger price.

you were raw, exposed, as you hung from the wall. you were broken, bleeding, because he had done it all. don’t talk to strangers or you might fall in love, that love will be there when push turns to shove. he didn’t give a damn about you, that much you knew. he wanted you to hurt for what your faith had put him through. even the iron still feared the rot, hiding from something you couldn't stop.

licking your wounds, it was all you could do. counting your blessings until he was finished with you. you counted your curses until he was done, but the list just continued on. he wanted to hurt you, he thought it was fair. he was his daddy’s boy, and you weren't going anywhere.

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[dispatchwithlove]

Hi, friend! I would love to see your take on "#12 Sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss" with Jane & Garrus! <3

I'm finally answering this!! I bet you don't even remember sending this ask, lol. Thank you though, this was a fun one to write and I love getting the chance to write Jane and Garrus deep into relationship bliss. Hope you enjoy 😊

It started with a dress. 

Garrus liked when Jane wore clothes that exposed specific bits of her body. His favorites were back, throat, clavicle, waist. In that order. 

So Jane owned quite a few articles of clothing that exposed her back, large cutouts that emphasized the length of her spine, the dimples atop her flanks, the nape of her neck. He flooded affection on her when she wore them, so much that it often got them looks. 

Not that they typically cared. 

On the evening of one of the charity events Val organized, an exhibition held at the Dexiculus Museum of Arts celebrating the human form, Jane decided to have a bit of fun.

While Garrus sat at the end of her bed, she closed the closet door and put on a specific black dress. The collar of the modest sheath top rested at the base of her neck, very boring, really. The back, though, was composed of loose, separate panels that met and overlapped at her spine. Looking at it, it didn’t expose an inch of skin, but Garrus would be able to slip his hand between and beneath to warm his palm on her skin, or tickle her spine with a talon. Only someone closely examining them would notice. 

She didn’t tell him, of course. That was half the fun. Exiting the closet, she met his eye and caught his pout immediately.

“Not impressed?” she asked with a smirk, smoothing down the lace overlay on the A-line skirt that didn’t show off her ass.  

“Expect the museum to be drafty?” His ability to pull off snark and charm in the same breath was a skill. 

Or maybe she just really adored him. She gave him a sympathetic grin, imagining him melting when he discovered the little secret at her back.  

“Careful, mister, you’re acting a bit entitled,” she teased.

“I see it more like a privilege.” He rose from the bed to nuzzle her cheek, then nipped the tip of her nose. 

“Maybe if you’re good,” she pinched his mandible, “you’ll get a nice little surprise later.”

“I’m not a patient man, mela.” Face buried into the curve of her neck, Garrus wrapped his hands around her waist, subvocals rippling for her, and she was afraid later would be sooner than she’d hoped, but she covertly and tactfully patted him away.

“Come on, we’ll be late,” she said. “And the sooner we get there, the sooner you’ll get your surprise.” 

At the museum they made the rounds, talking with Castis and Cyrus (while Cyrus’s entourage of Primarch protectors watched, standing stiffer than the nearby sculptures), then Sol and Liara, then Val before she had to scurry away to greet someone important. They enjoyed some wine with Nihlus and Kasumi. 

An hour in and Garrus had come close to slipping his hand in such a way as to get a feel of her skin, but he never quite made contact. After admiring half the collection of paintings, sculptures, and photography — some bodies twisted in various stages of ecstasy, others flaunting curves and muscles in delicate or strong poses — Jane itched for her own form to be touched. 

Standing beneath Klimt’s Judith and the Head of Holofernes, stuck in Judith’s seductive gaze, Garrus once again rested his hand on Jane’s back. She’d nearly forgotten her secret when his fingertip brushed against her skin, and, finally, a sparkle lit up her spine. A quick breath lifted his chest, and he looked down at her, a gleam in his eye that said “caught you”. She told him with a simple smile that he'd discovered his surprise. 

Mandibles cocked slyly, a single talon teased her spine, whisper soft and indecently seductive in a public place. 

“Were you going to keep that hidden from me all night?” he asked, delighted thunder rolling through his voice. It sounded like a reprimand, he’d meant it to. 

That was all it took, she melted against him, hiding her ear-to-ear grin in his suit sleeve.  

A polite click behind them came from a turian, suggesting they move along, make room for someone else to view the painting; which was fair, since they weren’t even looking at it anymore.

Weaving through the crowd, Garrus’s hand stayed firm, carefully slipped beneath the delicately draping panels, pressed against her skin. 

Standing side-by-side at the feet of a ten-foot-tall sculpture, tucked into a darkened corner where an overhead light flooded from over the statue’s head to light it in a heavenly beam, Jane sighed. “Her ass is better than mine, isn’t it?”

Garrus pretended to examine the statue’s solid, curvaceous posterior. “There’s a realistic quality to it — the lifted curvature of the gluteus medius, the presence of weight in the gluteus maximus—that takes true skill and devotion to the human female form.” He turned to Jane, glanced at her backside with a quirked brow. “But I have to say I’m partial to yours.”

“I’ll pay you a hundred credits to give hers a squeeze.” 

“If I squeeze yours, would I still get the credits?”

She gave him a sultry look, parting her lips just slightly, chin tucking, a flash of heat in her eyes.

“Fine,” he said, looking like a man with suddenly weak knees, “I’ll do it for free.”

Getting exactly the reaction she expected, Jane giggled, her head rolling back as Garrus took her in his arms, guiding her body against his. Heat flushed through her. Thighs to sternum to throat. 

He slid his palm over the curve of her gluteus medius, and then gave her gluteus maximus a fleshy squeeze. 

“Stop, she said, not wanting him to listen. “Someone’ll see.”

Garrus, frustratingly and thankfully, didn’t listen, not really. He pulled her out of the warm cone of overhead light and into the darkened corner. Just as the last inch of their bodies fell into the shadow, he wrapped his hand around her nape, pulled her up on her toes, and kissed her. 

It had only been a few months since she gave him his first kiss, but he was already an expert. His flexing lips pressed to hers, his tongue snuck out to flick at her bottom lip, their warm breaths heated their mouths. His kisses were tender, bruising, and addicting. 

Shrouded in darkness, their lips moved in practiced synchronicity, murmurations delicate and devine. Their hands, though, were frantic and free, tugging at clothing, brushing favored spots. His hips, ass, keel. Her waist, back, hair. Every insistent touch was soothed by the warmth and delicateness of their lips. 

A soft moan rode a breath out of her mouth. His body pressed against hers, a weight she welcomed. Abruptly, his mouth abandoned hers and she almost cried out in protest, but his lips against her earlobe satisfied her need.   

“You’re beautiful, mela,” his words caressed her sensitive ear. He looked down at her, eyes dark with affection.  

He gave her those words so often, and yet sometimes they still caught her off guard. Still, after months together, all of his affection, all of his words and looks and touches, she couldn’t believe they were so happy. His talon brushed her cheek, and she knew she was blushing. 

Jane focused on his suit jacket, pulling at the hem and adjusting the lapel to straighten him up. It was amazing how much damage they could do in just a few seconds. 

“Can I paint you again,” he said as his talon lifted from the tip of her nose. 

Jane smiled. “Another portrait, or were you thinking something more like—” she pointed a thumb back in the direction of the erotic art. 

A little purr kicked off in his chest. She placed her palms at each side of his keel to feel it. 

“Both.” His eyes narrowed, a little mock seriousness in them. “It’s been a long time since I did nudes, though, so I’m afraid it may take a few sessions, till I get the hang of it again. Hope that won’t be a problem.” 

Before she could respond, two people meandered by. Realizing the corner was too dark and the light around the sculpture too bright for others to spot them gave Jane a little electric thrill. 

“Come on.” She took his hand. “We better get back out there before someone notices us.” 

They moved on from the dark corner and the sculpture with the amazing ass. Their next stop was a painting of a woman with full, coiled hair looking back over her shoulder, her nipped waist and wide hips gave a delicate but strong pose. The warmth in her eyes made it seem like she knew the painter intimately, or maybe an amusing secret. Maybe both.  

“Are you going to paint me like this?” Jane asked Garrus with a suggestive brow.

“No.” He paused, eyes following a figure as they walked by. “On your back,” he continued once they were gone. “Spine arched, hands in your hair. Smiling at me, just like you are now.” 

“Nude?”

His slight smile was lascivious to the core. “Of course.”

Jane’s attention only left his piercing gaze quick enough to look at the dark hallway to their left. She took his hand, pulled him past a bright “Staff Only” sign, pulled him further back to a dark spot by a closed door reading “Bathroom”, and kissed him. Less practiced this time, their mouths as frantic and desperate as their hands. 

His mouth nipping at the curve of her neck, she asked, almost breathlessly, “So the dress was a good idea?”

“Terrible.” A moan hissed past his teeth. “I want you out of it. Now.”

Jane glanced at the staff bathroom door, Garrus followed her gaze, and they smiled. 

[aquilathefighter]

Fluffbruary 24: Needle

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Fandom: The Sandman (2022)

Relationship: Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling

To put it simply, getting used to mortal clothes was a pain for Dream. For all his life, his clothes were dreamstuff, as much a part of him as any other part of his manifestation. There was no difference between the fabric of his jacket and his skin. All one unified being.

Since his retirement, he no longer has the power to summon clothes with a thought. When he first moved in with Hob, he dragged him to department store after department store, trying on itchy denim and polyester that brought him to tears in the changing room.

At first Hob didn’t understand. Why was he so upset at clothes? Hob never had any problems; anything was better than the rough materials he wore once upon a time.

When they finally arrived home, Dream explained how painful all the different fabrics and textures were to his newly human skin.

“For so long, my clothing was part of me. I find most textures… unappealing to my skin. It brings me close to…” Dream trailed off, searching his memory for the appropriate word. “Close to a meltdown, I believe.”

“Ah, I understand now. It’s a sensory issue. Come to think of it, I’ve got a colleague who’s mentioned the same type of thing. Let me shoot her a text and see if she’s got any ideas, alright?”

Dream nodded his head minutely, then buried himself in the soft blanket on their bed. Underneath, he’s cloaked in Hob’s clothes, soft and worn from years of use. The t-shirt he’s borrowed is a gaudy yellow, the smiley face screen-print virtually gone. He tore the tag out after Hob told him it was his now. It’s too big for his frame, the sleeves hitting his elbows and the hem covering most of his thighs. He prefers not to wear trousers when he can. The material irritates the sensitive skin of his legs, and they feel too restrictive on his body. It would be nice to have his own clothes, though.

Hob came back into the room, holding two cups of tea. Dream poked an arm out of the blanket, grateful to accept the beverage. Hob sat on the edge of the bed next to him.

“Okay, she messaged me back a list of fabrics that are generally approved for folks with your same issues. I see two options: one, we go back to the shops and look at every single tag until we find the right material, or two, we head to the fabric store, and you pick out what you like. I’ll make you some clothes. I do know how to sew, did a stint as a tailor once.”

Dream stared at Hob, deciding. The store-bought clothing would perhaps mean less labor, but more time spent out in public with loud strangers, bad music over tinny speakers, and the relentless buzz of fluorescent lighting. On the other hand, he’d have more control over the homemade clothes, no itchy tags and clothing perfectly fit to his specifications. But he doesn’t like making Hob do so much work, the man is busy enough as it is.

“I should prefer the clothing you would make me, beloved. If it is not too much.”

Hob wrapped an arm around him, squeezing Dream to his shoulder. Dream dropped his head to rest against Hob’s comforting warmth.

“Of course it’s not too much, Dream. I wouldn’t have offered it if I didn’t want to do it.” He pressed a kiss to Dream’s hair. “I want to do these things for you because I love you. I want you to have clothes that don’t make you want to put your head through a wall. And you don’t owe me anything in return, remember that.”

Dream nodded, trying to make himself believe it as hard as it is.

☆ ☆ ☆ 

They returned from the fabric store with several bags’ worth of fabric. All of it black, per Dream’s preference. They spread the cuts on the floor, sorting jersey from fleece, bamboo from linen. Piled alongside the material are skeins of yarn, lovely thin-weighted cashmere that Hob will knit into comfortable cardigans and seamless socks.

Dream has chosen several patterns that were to his preferences. Looser fits and elastic waists so he didn’t need to deal with the discomfort of buttons and zippers pressing against bare skin.

“It is a comfort that I will have much control over the fit of these garments,” Dream said when they were done organizing their haul.

“Glad to hear it, dove. I’ll have you try stuff on a bunch before it’s done. Hope that isn’t too annoying,” Hob chuckled, used to the complaints of clients.

“How could I find such a labor of love an annoyance?”

Hob blushed. “Dream, you can’t just say stuff like that. How-how am I supposed to work in these conditions,” he laughed.

“I will assure you that I will provide many breaks,” Dream said as he scooted closer to Hob on the couch. Hob relented to his advances, planting a kiss on his lips.

“Insatiable creature. I do want to get started on this tonight, so back off, foul tempter!” He nudged Dream as he hopped off the couch. “Hmm, shall we begin with this pattern?” he asked, holding up the package for a simple v neck shirt. Dream hummed in approval.

“Hop up, I gotta measure you. And be good, mister.”

Dream stood, staying still and patient as Hob manipulated the measuring tape about his body. Hob scribbled it all down in a fresh notebook that was to live next to the sewing table, which Hob had eagerly set up earlier in the day.

“All done! Why don’t you order us some take away while I get started cutting out the pattern?”

☆ ☆ ☆ 

While Dream headed down to meet the delivery driver outside, Hob began to set up the sewing machine. A fresh needle, new black thread loaded in the bobbin, the room awash in bright light so he could see in front of him. Hob had missed sewing with the machine. He would sew by hand on occasion, mending tears and quickly patching tears in his jeans, but the purr of the sewing machine was a different animal entirely. He been so excited when the first machines came out, you could make a new garment exponentially faster than ever before! People took it for granted these days. Hob preferred a simpler machine with just a few stitch settings, but still had an electric motor. He’s a man of modernity, after all.

Dream returned with the bag of food, tantalizing smells wafting through the door. Hob lifted up the presser foot and pulled the garment away from the machine, snipping the tails of thread with his tiny scissors. He held it up for Dream’s inspection.

“What do you think so far? I’ve only done one side and I’ve done the seam allowance as tiny as I can go.”

“Your skillset holds no bounds, Hob.” He gave a tiny smile, the kind that’s only for Hob’s eyes.

“High praise,” Hob grinned. “Now, what’d you get me?” He wiggles his fingers as he moves toward the table.

☆ ☆ ☆ 

Dream has become used to the rattling of the needle, up and down and up and down, interspersed by Hob humming or scolding the garment for not behaving or yelping when his thumb catches the end of a pin. The background noise is soothing as he goes about his day, reading or preparing a snack for Hob or working on his own projects. He’d expected it to be grating, like most machinery. But the sewing machine is not a screeching brake or rumbling jackhammer. It is a friend, a kindred spirit, another family member in the little home he and Hob have built for themselves. He is not jealous when it takes Hob’s attention, because Hob loves him. He is certain of this. And as his wardrobe has grown, he has felt the love in every stitch, every dart in his jackets, the neatly trimmed seams that don’t irritate his skin. Hob enjoyed creating these for him with nothing expected in return. Hob was pleased when he stopped insisting on doing something for him after every finished garment was handed over. He believed relationships were always an exchange until Hob. Until his labors of love and the friendly hum of a Singer.

[agonizedembrace]

excuse me man standing there for a moment ... covid brain be like 🧍‍♂️

[missmilkie]

hunter!Shota Aizawa/Eraserhead x fem!Reader

This is my first ever request, so I hope this is satisfactory.

Warnings: harem boy, gagging, humiliation, semi-public, handjob, blowjob, orgasm denial, spitting, nipple play, ball fondling, cumeating, pussyeating

WC: 1.3k

“I hate you, you know that?” The dark-haired man glowered down at you. You could tell he was annoyed, but you were letting your eyes glaze over his body.

Shota’s broad chest was exposed, the pale skin pebbled with goosebumps and littered with scars from being a hunter. The pants he wore hung low enough on his waist that it exposed a generous amount of his v-line and happy trail. His defined muscles were on display for your viewing pleasure.

“Hey, you’re the one who lost. It’s only fair.” A smug grin on your face as you held out your panties. The ones you were wearing not five minutes ago.

“But this is ridiculous!”

“But you agreed.”

Shota looked away, blushing and glaring at the wall. He muttered,

“Yeah, but it’s embarrassing.”

“Calm down, you’ll be wearing a veil, remember?”

“Have I told you how much I hate you?”

You snickered before taking his jaw in your free hand. Squeezing his cheeks, you stuffed the underwear in his now open mouth.

“Mmph!” Shota’s eyes widened in surprise as he tasted the traces of your juices. You became serious, his instincts putting him on edge.

“Don’t you dare remove those.” Your sudden dark aura turned back to normal. “Now for the veil!”

He couldn’t meet your eyes as you positioned the accessory on him. The black mist covered his face.

“Let’s go now. We have a lot to do today.”

You had a nail appointment first thing. Instead of letting Shota sit in the waiting area, you had him stand by your chair. He was hyper aware of the looks he’d get, and you paid them no mind at all. Worst of all, he couldn’t tell you off.

“Shota, pet,” you looked up him with a patronizing smile, “would you fetch me a drink? I saw a vending machine down the corner. You know what I like.”

You could feel Shota glaring at you through the veil. He still walked out the door and down the corner nonetheless, barefoot and everything. Soon enough, you had your beverage in the hand that wasn’t getting worked on in the moment.

Your nails were long and (fav color). You would need them later.

“Come in, Shota.”

The man flinched, but walked in. You closed the door to the changing room. Your deft fingers lifted the veil to reveal his flushed face.

“You’ve been a good boy, keeping my panties in your mouth.”

Shota made a sound akin to whimpering. Shopping with you had worn him down. It would be much easier to break him now.

“What’s wrong? Nothing more to say to me? Not going to remind me how much you hate me?”

“Noh…oo wehn…” he groaned, the fabric distorting his speech.

“Then come and undress me. I don’t have all day.” You altered your position to help with his task.

Shota moaned in obedience as he rid your torso of your shirt. Then your skirt dropped to the floor. He paused while you stepped out of it, nudging it to the side with his foot. Your bare pussy was exposed to him. For the first time that day, Shota felt overdressed.

“My bra too. I have some that I need to try on.”

“Mphmm!”

Shaky fingers unhooked your last article of clothing. You could feel his sweaty hands hovering over your back.

“There we go. That’s a good boy, Shota~” you turned around and let your hand slide down his abs. He gasped at your touch. The sensation of your nails was magnetic. “And good boys get rewarded.”

“Leehs.” His pupils had dilated with lust.

You dragged your fingers down, taking his loose pants with them. He closed his eyes out of embarrassment when his hard cock sprang up.

“Look at you~” you knelt down to examine. “He’s more flushed than you.”

“MmMmph!” Shota whined as you jerked him with your manicured hand.

“Now, we are still in public. You might wanna keep it down.”

With that you spit on his dick. Once. Twice. Thrice for good measure. Some of it dripped off to the floor while you spread it along his length. You could see him trembling as your hand went up and down.

“Play with your nipples.” Shota’s eyes shot open at your sudden command. “Now.”

His twitching arms moved to bring his hands to his hard nipples. Tentatively, his fingers pinched and rolled at them. You heard him hold back a deep groan.

Deciding not to give him a break, you took him in your mouth. Your sticky hand went down further to caress his balls. That was the last straw for him.

Shota moaned loudly, his mouth wide open so that the panties fell to your shoulder.

“Well, now the whole store knows how much a slut you are. And now they’re gonna hear me punish you.”

“Punish me?!” His voice was shaky.

“You spit my panties out. I specifically told you not to remove them.”

“It was an accident, (Y/n)!”

“And there you go breaking another rule. Do you remember what you’re supposed to address me as?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Very good. Now for your punishment.” You dove back down to suck his dick.

Heavy gasps and whimpers sounded from Shota as your mouth sucked him in and massaged him. It was obvious to anyone outside what was going on. And you didn’t hesitate to remind him.

When his dick starts twitching, you keep going until he’s about to cum. Then you slip off of him, keeping him from his high.

“Why’d you do that?”

“Because only good boys get to cum.”

With that, you stuffed the panties back into his mouth and went to town on him.

Three more times, you denied him his orgasm. He blinked away the tears that began collecting in his eyes after the second time.

This time, when you felt him approach his high, you showed no signs of stopping. The pleasure kept building painfully until it was too much to bear. And then he was cumming hard with a loud airy moan, spurts landing all over your face, neck, and tiddies.

“Look at the mess you’ve made. Clean it up with your tongue.”

Without a word, Shota dropped to the floor to begin licking up your boobs. He moaned at the taste of himself and sucked his essence of your skin. He traveled up until he reached your face. Then he started kissing his cum off of you.

“Very good. Now, how do we thank those who make us cum?”

“Let me eat your pussy, ma’am.” He asked breathlessly, a hint of desperation in his voice.

You stood up and leaned back against the wall with your legs spread.

“Eat it, Shota.”

He crawled over to kiss up your legs starting from your ankles. The further he went up, the more wet and sloppy his mouth became. His tongue flicked out to taste you at the apex of your thighs.

It wasn’t long before he was making out with your cunt. His face was sticky with your slick and his spit. Shota moaned and groaned into you, vibrating your clit. You took it all with labored breathing, but you didn’t make much noise.

Even as you felt yourself climbing to the finish line, you kept quiet. Albeit your hips grinded against his face roughly. He never stopped, only kept thanking you for letting him cum in the dressing room of the store. Your nails left angry red lines on his shoulders.

You climaxed with a deep sigh. Shota let your juices cover his chin and slide down his throat. Panting, you let him eat you through your high.

“Very good, Shota. Let’s try on the clothes now.”

Without skipping a beat, he was offering you one of the bras you had picked out. You smiled as he hooked it together in the back.

[gyusimp]

"Killing Stalking AU" (1/¿?) [Killing me softly with his song...] Warnings: Minors DNI/Canon Gyutaro/Modern AU/Violence/Inapropiate language/Small smut scene/Murder/Kidnapping/Harassment. Please, if you haven't read Killing Stalking DO NOT READ THIS! Or you'll think I'm sick. Toxic/abusive relationships are not okay and should not be normalized, much less romanticized, this is all FICTION. ▪︎Song Inspo: "Tell me if it hurts" - Flowerface.

"There's a boy I like..."

"I try to discover every part of him to get to know him better and find out what he likes."

"But I don't want him to find out. I'm sure I'll be branded as a stalker…and a weird girl."

University life wasn't a problem for you. A physically attractive, friendly and smiling girl was usually surrounded by many people wanting to be infected with your good vibes. You were always willing to help those who needed it and your companitionship was something that could easily put a smile on people's faces. Everyone wanted to be with you, the opposite of him. A very tall boy despite walking a little stooped, his brows were furrowed 90% of the time forming an expression of displeasure but at the same time wanting to send everyone and everything to hell. His deep blue eyes could make you feel like this man stole your soul with one look. He was very thin, you once heard a rumor that he wore such baggy clothes to hide his sickly thinness that made the bones of his skin stand out as if his muscles didn't exist. The black splatters all over his face kept all eyes on him at all times causing the person who saw him to mutter any nasty insult to whoever was next to him.

A lonely, rude and aggressive guy like him seems to have no heart until one night you checked that there was something that was beating inside his chest. You found out when that cold night you were cornered by a guy leading you to a dark alley. He assured you that no matter how loud you yelled no one was going to hear you, but that changed when a punch landed on the attacker's face making him fall straight to the ground and helping you escape from that horrible situation.

Since that day something changed inside of you. The perspective in which you saw the weird boy in the class changed completely and a simple sudden clash of glances in class made you feel in heaven, when you heard his trembling voice your heart jumped and that's when you understood that something was wrong with you. Where you felt you had created a connection with him.

You had feelings for Gyutaro Shabana.

But it was something you couldn't tell anyone, if you, the pretty and popular girl, told someone how you felt about the ugly and rejected boy on campus, all your cardboard friends would immediately make fun of you and you would make a fool of yourself.  That's why it was a secret that you would take with you to the grave. Something blossomed inside of you and you knew it. A small seed was planted inside you that night and it germinated more each day, becoming a small green stem that later took more roots until it gave some flowers, but that small plant continued to grow without control until it formed branches and vines that completely took over your body without you noticing.

Because loving him so strongly had become a habit for you to the point of leading you to do things that you didn't think you were capable of and that's why you were here today, holding in your trembling hand a stupid piece of paper with more than 20 different combinations trying to figure out which one was the right one to get into his house.

The sweat that dampened your hands began to create a kind of paste on the tips of your fingers dusted with plaster before pressing all the buttons of the device on the door, you tried to work as soon as possible so as not to raise suspicions but the engine of a car pulling up behind you made you feel more nervous. You knew Gyutaro didn't have a car so it wasn't him, it was probably someone from across the street and you would have convinced yourself of that until a male voice caught your attention.

"Excuse me miss..." His tone was calm, like a crystal clear pool. "We are patrolling the area due to the increase in intruders, so please be careful."

You turned your face slightly to see behind you a police car with two officers inside. Both were young men, the black-haired man with blue eyes was the owner of the deep voice from a second ago and the other behind the wheel was the opposite of him, his hair was blond with orange tips as if they were flaming waves of fire and his gaze was more awake.

"Isn't this Gyutaro's house...?" the blond asked, his voice firm and loud.

That question stopped your heart and you felt like you would die seeing the officer in the passenger seat get out of the patrol car and head towards you.

"Excuse me, is that your house?" he asked.

Just his voice made you want to run but if you did, you were finished.

"I'm a relative of his, I just came to pick up some things."

He looked at you a little suspiciously, his deep gaze didn't take away from you.

"Have a nice day then." he said, putting on a cap.

The knot in your stomach loosened a little but tightened again as you felt his presence linger behind you.

"Why doesn't he go!?" you thought desperately. You dialed as many combinations as you could, making the door beep every time you failed and causing more suspicion in the officer. He wasn't convinced and with one hand he opened the wooden gate at the entrance to question you until in the last attempt you could hear the door unlock when you entered the correct code.

"Have a nice day!" you said, immediately entering the house closing the door behind you.

Your heart could almost vibrate from how fast you felt it was beating, your legs shaked and only a few minutes later you managed to breathe normally, admiring the place where you were.

You were inside Gyutaro's house.

Your stare was on every corner as if you were inside the most beautiful palace, with each step, you took the time to admire each object and detail inside the house as if it were a museum knowing that all this belonged to him, it was touched by him and imagining that only a few hours before he was here. This place was so sacred to you that you even took it upon yourself to take off your shoes at the entrance before going inside.

The cold touch of the wood under your feet gave you a fresh feeling after getting out of such a risky situation with the officers. You searched every place in the house until there was only one door left to open and when you entered you saw a futon in the center with 1 single pillow and covered with a messy gray sheet.

This must be Gyutaro's bed.

Seeing his room, being inside his room, many things went through your head. Just looking at his bed, you could think of many situations or even positions that you would like to be in with Gyutaro. Your mind made you wonder how it would be like to have sex with him or what kind of things he would do in bed. The idea of a rejected and slightly weird guy like him used you at will and dirtyed such a pretty and correct girl like you, was able to turn you on a lot, making your cheeks burn just thinking about it.

You were already here so you would not waste this unique and special opportunity. Without thinking, you dropped onto Gyutaro's bed to bury your face in his pillow where you got the purest sample of his scent. That perfect smell that you only had the good fortune to feel in the air after he fleetingly walked close to you. Now, you could get drunk without getting bored of his scent, it was like a drug to you and once you had it you just needed more and more.  . . .

.

The sound of a horn caught the attention of a certain boy walking down the street causing him to curse under his breath before turning to look.

"Shabana, my boy! How have you been!" greeted the more animated officer.

"Officer Rengoku, how are you?" Gyutaro answered, with a fake smile and a kind and hypocritical tone of voice, approaching the patrol car.

The two talked for a few minutes until the younger man felt the gaze of the other policeman on him.

"Who's he? Wasn't that braided girl your partner?" he asked feigning interest, when in reality he wanted to obtain information for his benefit.

"You mean Kanroji? She was transferred to another area a couple of months ago. He's my new partner!" Rengoku replied, too enthusiastically.

"Police officer, Giyuu Tomioka." he introduced himself and Gyutaro did the same.

There was something in Gyutaro's gaze that stirred and rearranged Officer Tomioka's intestines. Those dull eyes, with dark circles and without any sparkle in them gave him a bad hunch. Something wasn't right with this guy. Kyojuro talked for a while with the boy but he didn't leave without leaving him some valuable information.

"Now that I remember, your cousin was at your house. Shouldn't you go there?"

"What?"

"She's a lovely girl! But she's nothing like you!" Kyojuro said, still with too much enthusiasm in his voice.

"Ah yes...that's what everyone says, besides, that girl loves to change her look every time she gets the chance. Tell me, how did she look like this time? Straight or wavy hair?"

Kyojuro gave Gyutaro a complete physical description of you from head to toe and having those characteristics he couldn't think of anyone else but you. He politely said goodbye to the officers and quickly left, walking straight to his house. A sick smile formed on his face at the thought of whether it was actually you who had snuck into his house while he was gone. This sounded like a bad joke, a joke that anyone would pull on him and then make fun of him and ridicule him but no one knew his little secret so no one could play on it with him.

Nobody, absolutely nobody knew that he had strange but strong feelings for you. He just couldn't believe it, was this really happening? The girl he secretly loved, the girl who owns his deepest dreams but also his darkest desires, who he knew he was in love with at the moment he wanted to save her from that bastard that night because he didn't want anyone who didn't it was himself to put his filthy hands on her. That same girl, was she inside his house at this precise moment?

. .

"Mmhh-ahh..." a soft moan broke into the silence of the house. "Ah, wait...Gyutaro, not here! I can't today!"

It was too late. Now one of your hands was clutching the sheets beneath you while the other held Gyutaro's pillow between your legs, helping you hold it up as you rubbed your wet dressed pussy over it, moving your hips in a needy way.

"Ah-ah...Mmm, Gy-Gyutaro!" you said closing your eyes, increasing your speed and biting your lip.

You were simply concentrated on enjoying this visit to the fullest. The thought that after you left, Gyutaro would sleep on this pillow, that he would be able to rest his face right on the same pillow where you rubbed your cunt over and over again turned you on too much, you even thought about getting rid of your clothes until a loud noise managed to scare you enough to make you jump and realize what a weird position you were in right now. The noise came from inside his closet, you got up and decided to inspect when you kept hearing knocks from inside.

When you opened it, there were nothing but boxes, some coats and sweatshirts hanging, and a pair of black converse shoes until a small padlock caught your eye. It wasn't the padlock, but the key that remained inside it. Your curiosity was stronger than your ability to reason so you turned the key and hearing a "click" when it was opened, you removed the padlock and opened the small hatch. Everything was very dark, you assumed that it was the basement since there were some wooden stairs that led you down.

Everything was too dark down there to see, you barely noticed many stacked boxes and some tools scattered on a table but there was something you couldn't ignore. You heard some whimpers and when you turned to where they came from, you fell terrified on the ground.

"What the hell!?" you almost screamed.

A young woman almost the same age as you was lying on the ground. Her hair was black and long, she was blindfolded and with a gag in her mouth, tied at the extremities and with a blow to one of her legs that painted that part of her skin purple and greenish tones. The fact that she was almost completely naked shocked you quite a bit, the only item of clothing she was wearing was her panties. Her bust was large and her bare breasts stood out more than anything else from the rope that imprisoned her. You didn't understand at all what this woman was doing here. Why was she trapped in Gyutaro's basement like that? What the hell was going on? Your first reaction after the fear was to ask her if she was okay. You removed both bandages from her face, revealing big blue eyes full of tears and a mouth that wouldn't stop begging for help.

"SAVE ME! PLEASE SAVE ME HELP ME!!"

"Okay miss! I-I just have to untie you..."

"AAAHH!! GET AWAY FROM ME!"

As soon as you tried to untie her, the girl looked more terrified than before. She went from begging for help to yelling at you to get away from her and don't you dare touch her.

"Calm down, you have nothing to fear. I'm not going to hurt you!"

She didn't stop crying and screaming, her tears wet all over her face causing her bangs and strands of her hair to stick to her wet cheeks. That's when your brain was able to react making you think that maybe it wasn't you who was terrifying the girl like that.

You turned your head slowly but before you could fully do so, a sharp blow landed on your arm making you fall, leaving you motionless. The pain was excruciating and indescribable. It was the strongest pain that a blow had made you feel in your entire life.

"You're pathetic. Everyone knows that I have no family and you decide to say that you're a relative of mine?" he sneered, with an outrageous laugh. "What a stupid excuse!"

Gyutaro took your shirt with one hand by the back of your neck while in the other hand he carried the baseball bat with which he had hit you. You were very close to his legs as he dragged you across the ground so you hit the back of his knees hard using your elbow causing him to stumble so you were able to break free of his grip. You ran as fast as you could towards the stairs but as soon as you passed him he grabbed you the first thing he could and a strong pull on your hair made you fall to the ground with a strong pain in your scalp.

You were on the ground, feeling that your heart was going to come out of your mouth. Your hands were shaking and all you could do was whimper in fear and pain as you watched Gyutaro walking straight towards you with a killer grin gripping the bat better, ready to hit you.

"I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die here, I'm gonna die now." It was the only thing you could think of. Gyutaro raised his arms with the weapon in his hands, ready to attack.

"WAIT!!" you screamed.

Rarely, one of his victims dare to react like this to an inevitable death, even if the adrenaline of the moment made him want to hit you, you had an advantage and that was that Gyutaro had a strange and unusual crush on you. So just because of that, he decided to stop his attack and listen to what you had to say.

"I-I like you...that night, when you saved me from that guy on the street, I was so relieved to see you come with me." Your tears ran down your cheeks into your mouth making you taste salty as you spoke. "I never told you because I couldn't do it, I would never have told you my feelings for the terror of imagining that you would reject me! But since that day I haven't stopped thinking of you in a special way...I fell in love with you."

Gyutaro's eyes were wide and he barely blinked as his arms remained overhead, gripping the bat tightly, painting his knuckles white. The girl of his dreams was in front of him a mess of tears while she declared her love for him, was this a dream? or just a fucking joke? If it was true, this was the best day of his life and this was just the beginning but if it was a lie just to trick him into letting her go safely and then file a fucking police report against him, he would make her take charge of living through something much worse than hell on earth itself and would deny her as much as he could the grace of being saved by death. Gyutaro's self-confidence for things like this was almost nil and his self-esteem didn't exist so all his insecurities took over for a second making him immediately suspicious of the second option. He crouched down to be at your height without taking his eyes off you.

A girl as cute, kind and popular as her could never fix her attention on a bastard like him. Gyutaro couldn't stop looking at you, your cheeks and almost your whole face was completely blushed. You were very scared, but the fear didn't block your nerves to finally tell the guy that you like how you feel about him.

"Why should I believe you?...what makes me sure that after letting you go you won't go to the police to want to fuck me up?" he asked. His voice was shaky but intimidating, you were dying of fear. "If you're lying there will be many consequences, I'll have to teach you a lesson but that doesn't mean that I'm gonna kill you. And you know that, darling."

The worst thing on your mind that Gyutaro would be capable of doing, was very small and fleeting. This man is very vengeful and malicious so he would do things that you didn't even know existed. But you were telling the truth, your gaze wouldn't stray from him, he wouldn't be able to notice anything strange in your body language because you weren't really lying.

"I would never go to the police, I wouldn't do that, I wouldn't even think about it because..." you were a little embarrassed to say it, you didn't want to sound corny at this moment but your life depended on it and that was what you really felt. "...how could I harm the person I love?"

A smile formed on Gyutaro's face, but not just any smile. It was mean and full of ego as if he was trying to ridicule you while his laughter rang out throughout the basement.

"But how pathetic! You're fucking pathetic!!" he said, without stopping laughing.

He brought one of his hands closer to your face, you closed your eyes in fear waiting for a blow that never came. Instead, his big and manly hand caressed your head and in the sweetest way dried all your tears with his rough tips giving you a tender and comforting smile.

"This basement is too small for the two of you. Shall we go upstairs?" he asked you, as he stood up.

Your eyes sparkled as he reached out to take your hand like a gentleman and help you to stand. You smiled involuntarily and followed him to the stairs to go up to his room.

"A-Are you actually going to spare my life?"

"Of course!" he replied, turning to you with a smile. "But not with your legs looking like that..."

You didn't even notice his movements until you felt an emptiness in your stomach and terror running through your entire body as you were falling backwards towards the stairs after Gyutaro pushed your shoulders hard.

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"That boy, where do you know him from?" Giyu asked, intrigue in his voice.

"Her mom and sister were murdered a few years ago. I handled their case."

"You mean the double homicide case that was a scandal?"

"That very one!" Kyojuro replied, as his hands fixed on the steering wheel.

Officer Tomioka was someone very suspicious and thanks to that mistrust many criminals were taken to prison after having thought them innocent. Rengoku pointed out that even though Gyutaro showed a happy face he was still hurt deep down; Gyutaro loved his family too much and the day he came home from work and found them both dead, a deep wound formed on his chest that could never fully heal. But regardless of Kyojuro's words, Giyuu gave his opinion.

"Do you think he was the one who killed them?"

"I'm just saying it's possible." Tomioka clarified, but couldn't convince his partner anyway.

Rengoku had a fondness for Gyutaro ever since that day. His deceased sister would be the same age as his own brother and the thought of losing him made the blond feel a heavy and terrible feel throughout his body and because of that, he felt great compassion for the young Shabana. Unfortunately, he had had to experience that loss in the flesh.

It wasn't entirely fair to him that Tomioka was simply carried away by an idea and besides, the case had already been closed. They had more active cases to solve and to focus their full attention on.

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Your head hurt a lot after your face had hit the ground. The tears on your face had dried almost completely and you struggled to open your eyes. You were still in the basement but now, a dim yellow light illuminated the place, and then you remembered everything...but if you were in the basement, why did you feel a bit cold? You looked down and noticed that your clothes were gone, your body was covered only by your matching bra and panties. You tried to move to get up but that's when you noticed that your hands were chained, you looked up to see where the chains came from but when you did, you got the worst scare of your life.

The black-haired girl from a while ago was lying next to you. Her blue eyes were dull and staring off into space, his hair had been torn more by jagged cuts than cut, and his skin was sickly pale.

She was dead.

You were terrified and at the same time, you heard footsteps coming down the stairs. It was Gyutaro, he was carrying with him a black plastic bag in his hand and then he looked towards your direction.

"Oh, you already woke up. Don't worry, I didn't leave you alone." he laughed. "You have no idea how loud this slut was. Her unbearable screams wouldn't stop asking for your help while you were unconscious. As if you were going to hear her, what a stupid bitch, I knew she was stupid but not that stupid."

Gyutaro slowly walked with his free hand into his pocket and stood between the two of you.

"They thought I would end up hurt, but look who paid the price in the end!" Gyutaro's screeching laughter was heard again. "1 down! 2 to go!!" he announced victorious.

You didn't know what the hell he was talking about, but you wouldn't ask or comment on it either. "Now look at her, exposing her naked body like the whore she used to be." he said, kicking the girl's ribs hard after sighing. "Wow, she's stiffer than she was yesterday."

You didn't dare to do or say anything, you were too afraid. Gyutaro crouched down to look at you, he observed every detail about you and then he spoke.

Your clothes weren't shoddy, you were wearing makeup and that made you look pretty even though now you have big mascara dark circles." He mocked you. "You're a girl that everyone loves, you have friends and surely someone has already declared their love for you more than ever." Gyutaro took out some things from the bag, it was nothing shady. Actually, it was a bottle of water and a packaged onigiri that were usually sold in stores. "You're someone who has everything...so, why the hell would you even notice an ugly, disgusting, weird bastard like me...are you stupid?"

You continued in silence, lying on the ground without seeing his face. "To enter a stranger's house like that, you're not only stupid...you're kind of crazy." he chuckled slightly. "But this's your lucky day, cutie. Do you know why?" he asked, while he opened the onigiri package and pulled your chains for you to sit.

"Open the mouth." he ordered you, although you weren't quite sure. "Don't worry, it's just an onigiri from the store." Gyutaro took a bite to make you see that the food wasn't poisoned or anything.

He took your face with one of his hands and squeezed your cheeks to make you open your mouth, when you did, he put almost the entire onigiri into your mouth for you to bite but due to his abruptness you almost ended up choking and a piece of rice fell to the ground. "Don't waste it, it's salmon, idiot! This shit's expensive!" that had made him angry. "It tastes good, doesn't it? You should be grateful, I let you live and that luck doesn't come to everyone." Gyutaro kept forcing you to eat, he opened the bottle of water and gave you a little to drink. "A dead person couldn't prove anything of this, you beat that girl yesterday. How does that feel!?"

You managed to swallow what you had in your mouth, the water helped to loosen the rice from your throat and at least you were grateful that Gyutaro cared to feed you.

"F-Feels good..." you replied.

He looked at you with a confused expression, as if you had answered some other inconsistency. You had been very afraid but after all you still hadn't lost your composure. Gyutaro was used to people being scared shitless at his house and they kept begging him to let them out and spare their lives. But you, you just cried and then you declared your love to him! Really!? If you liked him, then being here must be like you were in a fucking fantasy come true or something and it baffled him but he wasn't going to deny that it felt good and even a little flattering.

"Why the fuck would you like that? Are you a fucking retard?"

He finished drinking all the water that was left in the bottle, then he put the onigiri package inside and threw the plastic somewhere in the basement. Gyutaro cupped your face with both hands, his long, bony fingers gripping you tightly forcing you to look him straight in the eye.

"As I said before...do you know why this's your lucky day?" he pulled you closer to him to the point where your breaths collided with each other. Your heart was beating at a thousand per hour, you never imagined being so close to Gyutaro in real life, you could feel his scent and his strong grip on you made you feel so weak and dominated under his touch. "I like everything that's pathetic, disgraceful and filthy...and you're more than that." Gyutaro shortened the closeness between the two of you even more. "And you know what?...I also fell in love with you."

Your eyes widened and your heart stopped the instant Gyutaro placed his lips on yours to kiss you. This was the first kiss that you two gave and received from someone. A tear threatened to come out of your eye, you had fantasized a thousand times about this moment and the fact that it was now a reality made you so happy. You gently closed your eyes and let yourself be carried away by Gyutaro's lips. It was such a unique and warm feeling, feeling his mouth, his tongue touching yours...it was much better than you had imagined.

What would someone think seeing you like this? Did you even think that you would achieve this one day? And look at you now, kissing the guy of your dreams wearing nothing but underwear. It made you feel a bit like a whore, but that wasn't important.

For his part, Gyutaro half-opened his eyes during the kiss to see your reaction. He thought that you would be totally disgusted but you were enjoying it, he looked at your closed eyes and could feel the way in which you corresponded and continued the kiss. A kiss...isn't this what people who love each other do? So you... did you really love him? He felt like someone so dirty and disgusting, unworthy of your charms but now you kissed him in such a pure and genuine way. You were so kind, Gyutaro loved how kind you could be.

After a few seconds, Gyutaro slowly moved away from you, the two of you being joined only by a thread of saliva that broke causing a cold sensation in both of your mouths. You got comfortable in your place, one of your legs was bruised and you couldn't move it due to your fall down the stairs so you only used your other leg for support. Gyutaro noticed this and saw that your left leg was still fine.

"Gyutaro?" you spoke.

His expression changed too much from one moment to the next and that made you nervous.

"Is your leg okay? Why didn't you tell me before?" he stood up and walked towards one of the walls where a mallet was lying next to some boxes. "If you don't tell me how you feel, how will I know? In the end, you will be the one who ends up hurt."

Gyutaro held your ankle against the ground with his foot to straighten your leg and prevent you from moving.

"W-Wait, Gyutaro no! Wait! Please!! GYUTARO, NO!!!" unspeakable terror gripped you as you saw Gyutaro raise the mallet over your leg.

A heartbreaking cry of pain came out of your mouth from the depths of your throat as you felt the weight of the metal on you. You swore you even heard a "crack" at the moment of the blow and just like that, Gyutaro broke your knee.

Could you guess who the girl was? Do you think Gyutaro actually killed his mom and sister? 👀 I plan to write more scenes based on the manhwa so if you have a specific scene in mind that you would like to read, you can request it! I hope you liked it.

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maybe art nerd!hyunjin in highschool always had a crush on jock!changbin but he never gave him a chance—then fastforward to college, hyunjin is a painting major and sees changbin has transferred to his college, but that hes gained weight/is an ex-jock now trying to pursue music. suddenly changbin is seeing what he missed out on, and hyunjin’s highschool crush has blossomed (in more ways than one 👀)

PLEASE THAT WILL BE ILLEGAL TO NOT MAKE A FIC OUT IF THIS IDEA

btw thank you for it i really enjoy writing it and i hope you'll enjoy it as much as i did :D

Contain : weight gain , tiny bit of angst , kind of smut at the end but still SFW since it does not mentionned , me being a simp

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He looked like a fool watching him from afar, but he didn't know what else to do. Hyunjin was afraid, afraid to talk to his crush, who was none other than THE high school soccer player, Seo Changbin.

Yet they knew each other from afar; Seungmin was close to one of Changbin's friends, who was none other than Minho, so they'd sometimes exchanged a few banalities, although it never really went beyond greetings or things like "how are your classes going?" or "how's life treating you?

See, the reason they weren't close was that Hyunhin couldn't string two words together without blushing, such a cliché thing. What was even more of a cliché was that Hyunjin wasn't very popular, although behind his thick glasses and acne was a handsome man who didn't give a damn about his looks and devoted his life to just two things: art and Seo Changbin.

It all began when two idiots found it amusing to take hyunjin's glasses and throw them between them so that he couldn't get them back. The poor guy was crying and begging them to stop. Unfortunately, his crying only worsened the situation. But that was without the help of the brunette who, in an authoritative voice, came between them and told them in a tone of voice that would make you shiver. He lectured them at length and made them swear not to do it again. (although he knew that wasn't going to stop them) Hyunjin stood up and picked up his glasses to admire his savior. He could have sworn he blushed the moment he saw him, not knowing what to say without turning as red as a tomato.

Some liked Changbin for his athleticism, others for his muscular physique, but Hyunjin loved him for his personality (although the rest was also unanimous). He liked how, despite his popularity, he kept it simple, how he helped students with math problems, fought student bullies. He was a real superhero that he fell in love with.

And yet it was all one-sided...

He was well aware of this, and liked the relationship just the way it was, allowing him to devote himself to his two passions, ending up with two notebooks full of drawings or drafts of Changbin in various situations. It could be just the brunette at a match, or in a classroom looking out the window. But he imagined things too, like the two of them holding hands, sitting on a bench with a little heart between them, symbolizing their love.

So imagine his reaction when Mr Park decided that Changbin should help him in maths after his result in the last test... Of course, he couldn't have imagined anything better! He was finally going to have a moment alone with his crush! Just the two of them revisiting a subject. Not that he imagined it would end in romance, but let's let the 16-year-old dream...

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He had prepared well for this day, dressed in his best clothes, wore his hair in a different style from his usual bang and even put on a little make-up to make his skin more beautiful. He was only going for a coffee and studying, but he loved the feeling that he could be desirable and that Changbin could find him handsome.

But once at the café, the atmosphere was far less romantic than he'd expected... Their table was already a mixture of large algebra and trigonometry manuals, while the rest of the space was taken up by empty plates piled high, showing that Changbin had already been there a while and had definitely eaten well in his absence.

"Oh, you're here already! Good, then we can get started!" he said with a slight smile as Hyunjin, perplexed, placed his bag on the back of her chair, disappointed that the brunette hadn't paid him any attention for a moment. All he did was give him exercises to do and correct him if need be, while he in the meantime was enjoying an extra slice of triple chocolate cake.

Come to think of it, Changbin really was a big eater. He always saw him nibbling on something or drinking a sweet drink, but that was probably because of all the energy he expended playing soccer or working! And then, when the brunette wasn't paying attention, Hyunjin looked at him out of the corner of his eye. He wished he was that cake, or at least that he looked at it the way he looked at that slice of cake. It must have been his third or fourth slice, judging by the plates on the table and the fact of imagining he'd eaten so much, Hyunjin felt a little tingling in his crotch, which he hastily hid with a shy hand. In the end, he was grateful that Changbin wasn't really paying attention to him.

In the end, after about twenty exercises and nothing morr, Changbin received a call from his coach asking him to come back urgently. Except he'd left in such a hurry that he forgot to settle the bill .... Fortunately, Hyunjin loved him dearly, for although love was priceless, his wallet had its limits...

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- "And he let you pay like that? What an asshole, I knew he was a real asshole!" cried the tallest's best friend. Seungmin was the exact opposite of Hyunjin. He was very open and spoke his mind without a problem, which made everyone hate him but also fear him and his sarcastic remarks that had a way of stinging where it hurt.

-"Shut up" Hyunjin then placed his hand over his mouth to prevent Seungmin from uttering any more words, leaving the puppy like to shout incomprehensible things for Hyunjin to release him. Then he came to bite him gently on the hand, causing the oldest to scream dramatically and hold his hand in pain while his best friend laughed his head off. "Don't shout so loudly he can hear you", he said, earning a nudge from his friend before they both noticed a troop gathering in the distance. Curiosity may have killed a cat, but what were they going to lose by listening to some gossip?

If only Seungmin had known beforehand, he would have saved Hyunjin a lot of trouble .... You see, it wasn't gossip but a sad truth that touched many students. The school jock Seo Changbin, a student loved and admired by all, had received a scholarship to study in the United States, leaving a great void in the school, which seemed to live thanks to him.

Of course, some people didn't care, like Seungmin, who seemed to appreciate him, but all his fans and even friends seemed surprised by the news. The worst was Hyunjin, who didn't know what to say. He wasn't going to be happy about his first one-sided love, was he? His first platonic love? His first love? His first love ....

Oh yes, he cried for him, sad that he'd missed his chance, sad that they could have gotten to know each other better, but especially sad that he'd never see him again...

... At least that's what he thinks ...

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By the way, what had become of Changbin? The former sportsman who had gone to live in the United States on a scholarship? Well, without knowing it, things had taken a different turn for him.

The poor man had accepted a poisoned gift, thinking that everything would be just fine over there, that sport would be his number one passion and that nothing would stop him.

However, within the first week he realized a major problem he hadn't thought of: the language barrier. Sure, he'd had English lessons in middle school and high school, but was that enough for him to face an English-speaking country on his own? Unfortunately, in his new school he was regarded more as a curious beast than a student. After the first week he soon felt lonely, and discovered that his old friends from Korea were really only there for his popularity. Poor Changbin didn't know what else to do with his free time.

But remember what I said earlier, Changbin has a big appetite, and what better thing to do in a country like the USA than try out all the different foods and fast-food outlets that weren't available in Korea? After all, he was also practicing his English by ordering, so he justified ordering half of the dishes offered simply to improve his pronunciation. Well, the conclusion after a year there was clear and unambiguous. When he set foot in Incheon airport, his parents were surprised to see how much the USA had changed their son.

For one thing, he had now given up soccer to devote himself to his new passion: music. He confided in them that for several months he had been talking to two music students in Korea and that they were planning to form a three-man crew where they would write and produce music. Admittedly, it's not the most prolific career, especially if it's underground, but Changbin's parents only wanted him to be happy, and the fact that it's all he talks about day and night by message or phone call could only put a smile on their faces to see that their son had rediscovered the joy of living after his bad start abroad.

And the second surprising element was much more visible. A year earlier when he leave them, he'd been wearing a baggy black T-shirt and skinny jeans that highlighted his muscular frame, but now the T-shirt barely covered his midsection, and although he was wearing sweatpants, it was easy to see that those old skinny jeans no longer went over his thighs, which were now even thicker than before!

So conclusion: in one year he'd given up his dream of becoming a pro soccer player to become a music producer and had put on weight, a lot of weight... but hey, he felt much better this way, so what were his parents going to say? Nothing, of course, they were used to him being a big eater, it just didn't show in the daily exercise he did. Now that his only physical activity was going to the nearest grocery store to buy his favorite snacks, no wonder he'd become so chubby.

Moreover, when he met Chan and Jisung for the first time, both of them had adopted him as their new friend/member of their crew and for the first time in years, he felt loved but above all in tune with what he was doing. Now all he needed was to be transferred to a college where he could take courses and officially become a producer. He'd chosen a college on the spur of the moment, taking the same one as his friends so they wouldn't be separated, otherwise it wouldn't be as much fun.

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But back to the present moment. Hyunjin finished painting his canvas, it was six fifteen and he was starting to get hungry after painting non-stop for over two hours and his stomach kept begging him for ramyeon from the local seven eleven so for once he listened, took off his apron, grabbed his keys and headed out of his apartment straight for the corner supermarket. Once there, he headed for the aisle where all the local ramyeon were laid out, and just as he reached for one of the spicy beef-flavoured boxes, another hand on the other side grabbed the same box, and they both turned to look at each other before Hyunjin almost jumped when he recognized that familiar, they both changed thier faces.

That triangular jaw, now round like an animal pecking at food, that big nose, those small, tiny eyes, that curly hair hidden under a cap. Yes, it was him, his first love.

-"Wow! Hyunjin, it's been ages! Do you remember me? We were in high school together" exclaimed the brunette with the same playful air that animated the youngest's memories. Even after all these years, seeing him like this again made his heart leap out of his chest. But he was no longer that shy high-school kid who blush every time he talked to his crush! He wanted to show that he had changed too! "Yes, I remember! Seo Changbin, the high school jock! "he exclaimed, smiling, before finally detailing the brunette from top to bottom, almost choking on his saliva.

Let's just say that seeing how fat the high-school jock had become and didn't seem to hide it made Hyunjin blush and think he'd done something wrong, but Changbin didn't seem to mind, after all he was too busy staring at the young man in front of him. After all, he was also surprised to see how the shy, bespectacled, acne-faced high-schooler had changed. He was handsome, effortlessly elegant and the brunette's heart almost missed a beat.

-"We've got so much to talk about! Come on, I'll buy you something to eat" declared Hyunjin as he grabbed his Ramyeon, followed by the brunette who did the same, not forgetting to take some other snacks to satisfy his "little" hunger.

They then sat down in a corner to prepare their bowl of ramyeon and enjoy their meal with a view over the campus as the sun began to set. Of course, in high school they hadn't been close and hadn't talked much, but now, five years later, they were reminiscing about the good old days and telling each other what they'd become. "So you study here too? No way, we'll be seeing a lot of each other then," said the tallest, nudging the oldest, who chuckled. Who knows how long they'd been talking... 2 hours? Maybe 3? But in the end, it was as if they were old friends ! Hyunjin had even ended up saying "See you tomorrow, handsome boy", with Changbin retorting "See you later pretty boy", followed by a wink. By the time they got home, both were blushing as they realized how strange their last sentence sounded, but that didn't stop the flirtation between them from taking root.

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-Hyung, are you coming? There's an art show."

- "Binnie hyung are you coming to eat? I saw a restaurant nearby that you absolutely must try".

- "Hyung let me draw you!"

- "Hyung eat this you're all pale"

This was the kind of phrase Changbin heard from Hyunjun on a daily basis and didn't want it to stop for anything.

-Hyunjin wait for me! You're taking too big a step".

- "Not so fast Jinnie, I've only just finished eating and I'm too full to walk!

- "Paint me like one of your French girls Jinnieee ~"

- "Jinnie look what I've done!"

- "I wrote this, can I sing it to you?"

These were the words Hyunjin heard from Changbin. These simple words sometimes destabilized him, but the more the days went by, the more he realized that his crush on Changbin had intensified with time, and that now he could say it frankly: he was in love with him. He loved everything about him, his way of being, his laugh, his smile, his curly hair, his humor. But what he also loved more than he let on was his body, every curve of which made him shudder. His wide hips that stood out no matter what he wore, his fat, thick legs that took up all the space when he sat down, his plump belly that peeked out of his tops and rested on his thighs, his breasts that recently resembled those of a woman.

He didn't know what turned him on so much, the fact that he'd put on so much weight since high school, was it that he was eating so much in front of him or that he was unselfconsciously pushing Changbin to eat more and more? The fact was that he was very attracted to him and, given the numerous sketches he'd made of his plump body in any position, it wasn't going to stop.

But what did Changbin think of all this? Well, in high school he knew that Hyunjin was in love with him, and it was obvious enough that everyone at school knew about it. But he blamed himself, he blamed himself for not having given a chance to that nerd in high school with whom he now spent his days, but on the other hand he was happy that he could now make up for that time. He loved the connection between them, the way they acted like a coupke without actually being one. The way Hyunjin put a lock of hair back behind his ear when he complimented him. His petillant eyes showed her one of his paints, his dramatic side. Let's face it, he was in love with him too.

At this point, nothing was going to separate these two souls, so when were they going to confess? One day. Or rather one night, one night when Hyunjin was behind on his homework because he'd run out of inspiration, one night when Changbin came at his home with snacks to spend time with him.

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-This is the first time I've seen you lack inspiration! What do you have to paint?" Asked the brunette slumped on the sofa with her mouth covered in icing.

Hyunjin then began to blush before looking away, shy of saying aloud the subject her class was dealing with. "Well ... um ... it's rather embarrassing to say but ... I have to draw a body ... naked" he said, ticking off his fingers as Changbin almost choked on his own saliva.

-I understand better why there are so many art students" joked the brunette, lightening the mood, before a soudian idea popped into his head: "If you need a model, I can volunteer. That is, if you want me to.

Hyunjin raised his head and locked eyes with the brunette, surprised by what he'd just said. Was he really proposing to pose nude for him? How could he keep quiet? He was both excited and embarrassed by the idea, but barely had time to accept when Changbin returned a few minutes later wearing one of his bathrobes that he couldn't even close, anyway it was only for a short while since the important thing was that he was completely naked.

-W-When you're ready, let me know" declared the youngest, his head turned away to give Changbin as much privacy as possible until he was comfortable.

-I-I am! Replied the brunette before dropping the bathrobe to the floor and positioning herself a few feet away from Hyunjin, waiting for him to order her to do something.

So the youngest slowly turned his head before detailing the brunette in order to think of the best pose he could do that would highlight his curves. In theory, at least, that's what he was doing, because in reality, he was just ogling him and realizing how fat the oldest was, so fat that his belly hung lightly over his thighs, hiding part of her intimacy. He then saw that his pale body was covered with pink stretch marks, accentuating his gain and further arousing the painter.

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So for the next few minutes, Hyunjin gave some poses that Changbin had to do, but nothing came of it, according to the painter, who, after taking a good look at the brunette from top to bottom, asked him to strike a new pose.

-Hey, I'm posing so you can paint, not to ogle me" declared Changbin after catching the youngest in the act of admiring his ass. "I-I don't know what you're talking about! denounced the painter, wearing a false look of shock. "If i'm that much exciting, say it it'll be quicker for both of us".

- "Faster for what?" he asked intrusively.

- "You want to play it that way? Isn't that explicit enough?"

-No, I really don't see it.

- "Two men obviously very attracted to each other, one naked and the other ogling ... is that explicit enough?!"

Suddnely Hyunjin's heart missed another beat, he thought he'd heard wrong.

- "W-What... are you attracted to me?" he said in shock

-More than that, I love you, but that's not the point," changbin confided, cheeks flushed as he crossed his arms to look away.

- "If that's what it's all about" declared Hyunjin in turn, before rising from his seat and walking towards the oldest without even bothering that he was naked.

He approached until only a few centimeters remained between them, their faces close together, Hyunjin felt changbin's soft breath against his neck before adding "I've been dreaming of this for years" before taking the brunette's face before anchoring his gaze in hers "so what are you waiting for? I'm getting cold" Changbin begged, before the tallest took action and lifted her between them for a gentle kiss. And then followed another tender kiss. And then another heated one. Then another more passionate. Then Changbin was not the only one without clothes...

It would be better not to describe what happened next, that was reserved only for them, that memorable souvenir of their love, of their bodies straddling each other. Now they were united and nothing was going to separate them.

Just goes to show, even the most clichéd stories have a happy ending.

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- "You should display this painting in your home"

- "Me too but I prefer to keep the model with me it is even better

[stesierra]

@alnaperera tagged me for Find the Word tag!

My words are: throw, major, month, and pitch.

I'm tagging @bellascarousel and @akiwitch and @aziz-reads! Your words are hunter, danger, kill and soft.

Throw (Stitches and Memories)

Far down the way, next to one of these tree-walls, two men in dark cuirasses stood along the verge. As the trio marched towards them, they spread out across the road. Antea offered them a smile and kept walking, but the hair on her neck rose. That armor looked very familiar. But surely she was wrong. They couldn't be attacked a third day in a row, a stone's throw from a soldiers' post, and why would bandits all wear the same outfit, anyway? Criminals didn't have a uniform.

Major (As Immortality Fades)

Eventually, the men stopped patting me with their cloaks, and one of them, a blond man with blue eyes, said, "Your Majesty? Are you all right?"

I stayed balanced on their knees because there was nowhere else to go. Dagmod and Eysta were shouting from the edge of the crowd. I took stock of myself. My mantle was nothing but hot char, and my hair was a foot shorter. My back was in agony, so the burn couldn't be that deep. I had seen a man burned once so badly that his skin turned white and black, and he had confided to me that he felt no pain at all anymore. And then he had died. I said, "I'll live. Thank you for coming to my aid."

The men flushed, seeming to become aware of my position in their arms. They let go of me, and the whole crowd scrunched together until there was just enough room for me to sit on my knees, although I still brushed against the men on either side. The man who had spoken said, "Your Majesty, it was our duty as your subjects to aid you. We didn't mean to push you into the fire. If we had known what that Valteifur meant to do, none of us would have stood so close."

"What did he do?" I asked, for I could not make sense of their sudden appearance. They were a strange bunch. Oh, their faces could belong to any of my subjects, bearing a mix of skin and eye and hair colors that came from Kathild being a major center of trade. They were a mixture of ages, from young to old, nothing special there. But their clothes looked decades, even centuries, out of fashion. Some of them wore light shirts and dresses better fitted to spring and summer. A few even stood clothed in a sheet alone. The men and women in spring clothes wrapped their arms around themselves and shivered against the wind. The ones dressed in sheets looked about to turn blue.

The men that had helped me exchanged glances. The second, whose hair was almost as red as Indrig's, said, "Your Majesty, he brought us back."

Month (The Halfway Revenant)

“What are you going to pay me?” the junkman asked, bumping against her table. “You want that one. Don’t you?”

She scooted her stool back. “I’ll give you a page of facts. No more, no less.” He wouldn’t remember them, not high on sooz. If he was lucky, he could read.

“Good facts?”

“Enough to buy a whole month of meals.” Or a few servings of sooz.

Pitch (Stitches and Memories)

Antea surprised herself with a laugh. "I can't believe that one of the favored can't get work."

Jedan rolled his eyes. "All right, I can, but the jobs are all excessively holy. I'm not just a collection of miraculous powers and I won't put up with being treated like one."

She rested her chin in her hand. "Why not? Sounds like fun. Show me a miracle."

He sighed nobly, but his lips twitched upward into a faint smile.

"You need to work on your martyred look," she told him.

"Martyr is one of those jobs I'm not applying for," he said with a wave of his hand. "The pay is terrible anyway."

"No, seriously, what can you do?" People revered the favored because they were the chosen of the gods and guided directly by their hands. But the favored were also held in awe because of the divine powers the gods granted them. Jedan probably had at least half a dozen magical abilities. And unlike a mage, he wouldn't need thirty years of study to learn how to use them.

"Track people if I have part of their body or something they've made. That's one."

Gods, the constables would love to have someone who could do that in their pocket. No wonder they'd tried to recruit him. His powers aroused her curiosity, but what did she have to give him? She owned hardly anything, so she handed him the dragon book and leaned towards him, propping her elbows on the table. "Can you tell where the writer of this is?"

He laughed and waggled it at her. "No. That and the age of the thing answer your question, though. In a grave."

She took it back and smoothed her hand across the battered leather cover. "It doesn't work if they're dead?"

Jedan nodded.

She had one more possession beside her blanket, dress and book. Antea's lip bled a drop of copper onto her tongue when she bit down on it. Dare she give him her father's note? Could she stand to know whether or not her father was dead? She wanted to hide in the bedroom Fenka had promised her, where the promise of answers wouldn't haunt her. Instead she reached a hand slowly into her haversack. "Would you do another one for me?"

"Sure, I love being a party trick."

She freed the letter and held it out to him. Words failed her, and her throat tightened until it hurt.

She didn't know how she looked, but his smile vanished and he sat up straight, his gaze fixed on hers. He took the paper from her fingertips. When he held it in front of his eyes for a long moment, his pupils widened, pitch-black against gold.

"The trail starts that way," he said, pointing south-west.

Nausea hit her like a club to the stomach. "The writer's alive?"

"The writer's alive."

[deityforged]

' A man once told me to put on some clothes. So I wore his skin. '

[arthaliathebronze]

The End of Q

Arthalia took a steadying breath. In through her nose. Out through her mouth. She wiped her sweaty hands on a mottled brown cloth she was sure had once been white. Once dry, she held her hands up to eye level to check for shakiness and didn’t like what she found. She balled her hands into fists.

A whimper called her attention back to the man chained to the dungeon wall behind her.

She turned sharply, eyes as grey as the steel daggers on the table beside her and just as sharp.

She forced herself to smile. A vicious, sharp toothed smile.

“Ah, Quincy. You’re awake.”

Thr man stirred, rattling his chains. He was older than she remembered, his dark hair now flecked with streaks of silver. The lines around his eyes deeper. Still handsome, still charismatic, but her stomach turned at the sight of him. A chill seized her that had nothing to do with the short silk dress she wore, nor the drafty dungeon they were in.

“A-amanda? Amelia? A…Artemis?” The bastard didn’t even remember her name. Years she spent devoted to him, years under his spell, under his sweaty lean body—

Arthalia felt sick. She shoved it down. Too deep now.

“Arthalia. My name is Arthalia, you maggot.”

He looked at her wide eyed, as though just now realizing this was not a mistake and she was not here to help.

“I— i don’t understand?” He put on his best sympathetic face. It had the opposite effect. “I thought we were friends, Arte-thalia.”

Arthalia laughed hollowly. A hysterical sound that strangled with sobs. “You don’t understand, no. You hurt me. Over and over and over. You took advantage of me, mind and body. You raped me, and then when you tired of using me, you cast me out. You isolated me and manipulated me and Light knows how many others before and after me, but you’re done. You are done hurting people, Quincy Adams.”

At first, the man called Quincy looked confused; in denial. But when her tone only hardened…he crumpled.

“Arthalia, you have to believe me. I didn’t know you didn’t like it. I thought you were into it! You always came for me.”

Arthalia’s eyes flashed gold. “NO. No, I didn’t, and even if I did, that didn’t make it okay. I couldn’t— fuck you. I’m wasting my breath.” she turned.

Evidently he thought she was leaving him there, as if this were a real prison. As if he were to serve his time and leave.

“No, no, no— Arthalia, please, let me go. I have a wife, a son now, they need me —“

When the dragon turned back around, she held a dagger in her hand. Her heart beat so loud she thought he must hear it.

Q looked momentarily relieved, as though that dagger might pick his locks— but the expression on her freckled face changed his mind. He began to beg.

An old book, bound with skin, sat upon that table. Arthalia flipped it open— she had bookmarks. Several.

Arthalia clicked her tongue, looking up from the foul tome.

“Still clothed. Mm.” She strode over to Q, doing her best to hide her shaking hands by clutching that dagger. The dragon sliced her captive’s shirt open, nicking the flesh beneath, and yanked his pants down. They were soiled— at some point, he had pissed himself. The pants fell around his ankles, which were chained to the ground. He shivered, exposed to the chill air of the dungeon.

“Arthalia, please, let me go, you’re not like this…”

Her eyes snapped up to his. She just pressed her dagger to his throat. “Shut up.”

This elicited another whimper from the man.

Arthalia hardened her heart.

She withdrew the dagger from his throat, leaving a line of blood in its stead.

The flesh tome told her where to cut. How deep, how long, to prolong his suffering. The first few cuts were sloppy, they varied in depth— it was difficult, cutting an unarmed man. More difficult than she anticipated. Especially when he screamed and jerked around. Arthalia hid her winces from him as best as she could, trying to replace them with a scowl, but she knew she couldn’t take much more of this. Ironic, that torture was painful for the torturer too. Or maybe Archelaos was right and she simply wasn’t built for this.

She abandoned the methods of the book and resolved to finish what she’d started. She wasn’t trying to get information out of him, so keeping him alive for a long time wasn’t a concern to her. Surely by now the dinner guests had heard his desperate cries, anyway. Not that any of them would save him, she knew, but she’d rather not be observed anyway.

She seized Q’s cock in her fist — too hard for pleasure — and extended her talons into his soft flesh. His scream was lost under her own as she brought the dagger down on that hateful part, severing the organ from his body.

Arthalia held it up for the rapist to see, his blood pouring down her arm, giving the appearance of a red evening glove to match her dress.

She mashed his severed penis in his tear-streaked face, then threw it on the ground at his chained feet.

“I’ve had enough.”

She turned from him, shaking drops of blood from her talons. Exchanging her dagger for a sword, she gave him the mercy she’d often wished for herself, if it could be called mercy at this point.

The blood sprayed across her new dress, creating bloody freckles overtop of her normal ones. A parody of her beauty.

She didn’t make it to the bucket before she retched, but her night wasn’t over. She waved a hand crackling with arcane over her body and cleared away the mess. A glass of water waited for her beside the torturer’s guide. She drank the water and tucked the evil book under her arm and rearranged her face into that mask of confidence.

She was almost to the door of the chamber before she paused. How could she forget!

Quincy’s head lay bloody on the stone floor. She seized it by the hair, matted with blood and gore.

“Goodbye, Q,” she sighed.

When it was all said and done…she thought she’d have more to say.