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Jade McSorley for Frow Magazine

~ Britain (5) ~

by John Rowley

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WE SHOULD STOP ARGUING LIKE THIS

Gintsu week // Day 2

PROMPT: FIRST TIME

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The school hours were finally over for the day. The sun was already setting, painting the sky with red and orange hues as the students and staff members left the campus one after another. The corridors were now completely silent; with the doors locked and lights turned off, not a single speck of noise could be heard in the school.

Well, except for the faint voices coming from the one store room around the corner of the third floor which was apparently under maintenance.

They knew they were stuck inside. They knew he shouldn't have pulled the door close even the slightest because the lock was broken and it was a windy day and damnit, why wasn't this a sliding door!? The room was so small and packed with old documents and broken desks that there was hardly any space for two people to stand in a good distance. And the best part, the dim sunlight coming from the tiny window and the broken light switch was the cherry on top in this miserable situation.

"Now what?" Tsukuyo asked as she let go off the door knob in defeat once again.

"What do you want me to say?" Ginpachi replied calmly as he took a seat on a nearby desk. "I've already tried opening the door plenty of times and it's stuck."

"Ginpachi, It's almost six-thirty and we have been stuck here for almost half and hour now!" Tsukuyo spoke, her voice a little higher than before. "Nobody seems to be coming here either. Do you want to spend the night here!?"

Even in the dim light, Tsukuyo could see the teasing smirk growing on his face. "I don't have any problem with that."

She really wanted to punch him. Of all the times, he had to flirt with her right now but seriously, she was just not in the mood to listen to his nonchalant comments. "You do know it was your fault, right?"

Ginpachi knew he was the one who pulled the door slightly but not completely closed it because hey, that was a habit of his apparently and he had no idea that Tsukuyo was right behind the shelf and if he had any idea the wind was going to be a bitch today of all days and that it was going to lock them both inside by pushing the door with its stupid force, he would have never entered the store room in the first place!

"It was not my fault! It was the wind!"

"Sakamoto-san notified the whole school yesterday that this room is under maintenance and under any circumstances, no one is supposed to pull the door close even the slightest because accidents can happen anytime!"

"Woman, I was here to check on some documents! How'd I know that the wind was going to lock me inside and that too with you of all the people in this world. I have no intention of setting a camp here with you, what the hell do you take me for, huh!?"

Tsukuyo knew he didn't mean any of it and the whole situation was only irritating her even more. "I know." she replied quietly. "Where's your phone though? Mine can't get any signal here."

"....uh...my battery's dead."

Wow. No lights, no signal, they were really going to spend the night here.

"You know what? Nevermind. Why did I bother asking you anyway?" she couldn't help the scowl appearing on her face.

Taking note of her frowing face, Ginpachi couldn't help but speak in an irked voice. "Hey. You don't make such a disgusted face."

And this reply only poured fuel in the fire.

"So what do you want me to do? Smile!?"

"No!" Now Ginpachi was standing up from his seat. "But how about you try to be a little polite!?"

"And how about you start talking responsibility for your actions!?"

"Hey!" Ginpachi yelled as he stomped towards her angrily. "Do you think I'm enjoying my stay here with you? Because let me make this very clear to you. I. AM. NOT!"

"Oh thank you so much for the clarification, Ginpachi-sensei" the way she mockingly called his name only made his blood boil "The feeling's MUTUAL!" she spat right on his face.

"The last thing I wanted was to get stuck inside a store room with an unfunny woman like YOU!"

"Like I was dying to spend a night with a bastard like you!"

Ginpachi could just glare furiously as he inched his face close to her. "This is why men don't come near a BITCH like you!"

"Yeah sure!" she too moved her face close. "Like there's a huge crowd of women out there waiting for your LAZY ASS!"

"I pity the men who're out wasting their time on a brute like you!"

"And I pity the woman who're drooling over you!- oh sorry, there's literally no one drooling over you!"

Smart. "Aww. Well I'm not the twenty-seven year old chain smoking virgin here!"

"Well at least I'm not spending all my salary on jump magazines and parfaits like a certain dumb perm-head here!"

"You do know too much nicotine can speed aging. Ah that's why I see all the wrinkles around your face."

"And you do know that too much sugar can cause erectile dysfunction."

This was getting too much. "You know what woman? How 'bout you shut that little mouth of yours!?"

They knew they should stop. "Well how about you shut up by sucking on that stupid strawberry lollipop of yours!?"

Their faces were close, too close, their noses almost touching but no one was willing to back off anymore. There might not be a lot of light inside but they could clearly see the fire in each other's eyes. It was not like these two didn't respect each other. It's just that sometimes, they just couldn't stand each other and that's why they were called the bickering couple of the school. However, this argument was no longer their simple banter.

It was now a matter of pride.

"Listen here." Ginpachi's voice was so low and chilling it could make a grown man piss his pants. "If you don't shut up, I'll make you."

Tsukuyo could just chortle mockingly as she didn't budge an inch from her place. "I bet you can't."

He had a sly grin on his face now. "I'm warning you, Tsukuyo."

Tsukuyo matched his expression. "Like your threats can scare m-"

But before she could finish, Ginpachi already captured her lips with his. Tsukuyo's eyes widened with shock as she felt him take her breath away in that one short kiss. But before she could even react and shove him off, he quickly pulled away with a cheeky and breathy laugh.

"HA! I warned you!"

Tsukuyo couldn't process what just happened but his smug laughter only angered her more. Before she could think what she was doing, she found herself returning the favor by pulling him by his white lab coat and kissing him feverishly on his lips. And this time, it was Ginpachi's eyes which widened into large saucers.

Tsukuyo quickly pulled back, leaving both of them brrathless again. "Don't you dare act so smug with me!"

Both of them just stood there for a second, their minds trying to process what happened. They were just arguing, right? Telling how much they didn't enjoy each others company inside a locked storeroom?

Then how did this happen?

Was it the frustration of getting stuck with each other? Or was it solely the insults? Was it the packed room and the heat which messed up with their brain? Or was it the fact that they wanted to prove something to each other?

But whatever it was, why did they choose to kiss each other?

And why the hell did it feel so good?

Before their minds could answer these questions, the two coworkers found themselves lashing on each other.

Tsukuyo had always been a calm and level-headed person but never had she find more thrill in anything than pulling Ginpachi by his collar while pushing his oval specs up his head and kiss him with all she had got. Ginpachi, on the other hand, never let his control slip by in front of any woman. But this woman he was kissing right now only made him lose control and devour her with every kiss he gave her. Not in a million years had these two thought that they would be making out in a locked storeroom and that too after a long argument where they constantly insulted each other. And yet, kissing each other only made them realize how much they wanted this.

"What're we doing?" Tsukuyo asked gaspingly between kisses as she found Ginpachi cradling her face in his palms. His touch was firm yet gentle and she felt like turning into a mush.

"Just shut up and kiss me woman." Ginpachi almost growled as he now pulled her closer by her waist and planted his lips on her again.

Tsukuyo have never had such an experience in her life- this was her first kiss. With the energy and passion Ginpachi kissed her, she could feel her legs go limp as she found her arms wrapping around his neck to get some support. She shouldn't have provoked him. But damnit would she be lying if she said she wasn't enjoying this. Matching his lips, Tsukuyo copied his movements with the same intensity as she found his tongue battling hers. The way he sucked and bit her lower lip and then lightly kissed it- her mind was going completely dizzy. She then went for his red tie, tugging it loose as she let her hands roam on his well-built physic. He was just too much for her and even though the kiss felt too rushed and sloppy, she didn't mind any of her inexperience.

As for Ginpachi, he didn't seem to mind any of her inexperience as he continued to lick and taste her mouth with no shame. His hands were everywhere, her waist, her ass and then sliding up to her full clothed breaths and shit! how could no man not want her. She was just so intoxicating he could just eat her up in one go. Her curves, her voice, her beautifully scared face, the way she squirmed in his arms as she clutched on his lab coat for support- everything she did, she was always perfect. The smell of nicotine along with her lavender perfume and her small breathless moans only overwhelmed his senses as he no longer cared where they might end up later.

Never had Ginpachi wanted a woman as much as he desired her.

Never had Tsukuyo thought she would feel such security in his arms.

Sensing her wobbly legs, Ginpachi picked her up by her ass in one go as Tsukuyo found her legs now wrapped around his waist while he pressed her against the nearest wall for more support. Without leaving his lips from her, he found his hands now playing with one of her clothed breasts as he heard another muffled moan from her.

But alas they finally broke for air.

In the dim light of the evening, the two could see the string of salive that connected their tongues as both of them huffed for air. The way they looked now- their completely messed up hair, wrinkled clothes, Ginpachi's loose tie and Tsukuyo's unbuttoned shirt- never had they thought they would engage in such a reckless and intimate act together.

And yet, the way they panted and looked at looked at each other, as a small smile suddenly appeared on their faces, this didn't feel wrong to the them at all.

But before they could continue with their little session, the sudden turning of the door knob made them both jolt in shock as Tsukuyo jumped off Ginpachi's lap. Both of them looked at the opening door in horror as they found someone moving the flashlight right on their faces.

"I knew you guys were-" Ah shit, it was Zenzou. And the two of them were completely disheveled. "...You guys continue." And he switched off the flashlight and was again locking the door.

"OII WAIT, WAIT, WAIT!" It was Ginpachi who called out as he rushed towards the door. "The hell are you doing? We've been locked here this entire time!"

"Yeah?" Zenzou gave the unkept man a skeptical look and then looked at Tsukuyo behind who quickly turned her red face in shame. "Looks like you guys were having a good time and I was the one who disturbed you."

Ginpachi could feel his face flush in embarrassment as he glared at his colleague. "THAT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!"

On this, Zenzou gave him a are-you-serious-man look and Ginpachi only felt his face grew hotter.

Tsukuyo could feel the tension around as she rearranged her clothes a little and walked towards the two men. "Hattori-sensei," she spoke up, "this...was not what we...we were really locked inside!" she finally got the out, her face turning red once again. "...but things just happened.."

Zenzou looked at Tsukuyo and then at Ginpachi as he felt a small grin escape his lips at their embarrassed faces. "Don't worry." he spoke in his nonchalant voice. "The whole school already knew that there was something going on between you two."

Ginpachi and Tsukuyo looked in surprise as a quick "eh!?" left their mouths simultaneously.

"Well whatever. It's already late. Good thing I came here to check." he turned around to leave as the other two quickly tidy up their appearances a little.

"By the way tempa! Good job." he gave a thumbs up to Ginpachi and then picked his pace, leaving the two behind.

Ginpachi and Tsukuyo turned to look at each other as they again felt the tension increasing between them. It wasn't always when these two make out and well, this was a first for them and yet, both of them seemed to have no problem with it. They might have never accepted it on their own but they sure did enjoy their company together. And a lot more than they could have guessed.

"Uh...." both spoke up simultaneously. And both of them chuckled at this. But again, silence followed.

"Hey." It was Ginpachi who spoke first. "I don't know what happened but..."

"..yeah?"

"...wanna get some lunch together someday?"

Hearing his earnest request, Tsukuyo felt her heart flutter. "Sure." she replied with a smile. "I hope you won't regret it though."

Ginpachi could only give her his honest answer. "Of course I won't."

[bonesnmetalrp]

|| Closed starter for @eveningmuses​ ||

The wind was howling, pulling on people’s clothes and leaving faces and fingers stinging in the aftermath as Nuisance made their way through the city.

It didn’t bother them and, looking up at the sky, it might even rain later, which meant peace and quiet when walking the dogs.

It wasn’t the first time Nuisance visited the dog pound around here but it had been a while since their last visit.

They guessed most of the pups they knew would be gone by now, given to a shelter or picked up by their new owners.

Nuisance couldn’t deny that the thought made them a little sad.

They turned into the next alley, passed a few houses and then exited to the left to find themselves in front of the grey building. A fence surrounded it to keep the animals in, but none of them were outside right now and Nuisance wasn’t sure they got to be very often.

They stepped inside.

The walls were a dirty white and the furniture was sparse. If Nuisance hadn’t been there before they would’ve been unsure about this really being the right place.

It was almost eerily silent.

They approached the desk.

“Hello, I’m here to take some dogs on a walk?”

The woman looked up from her magazine, looking them up and down and frowing lightly, never returning the wide smile Nuisance gave her.

“Sure”, she dug through a pile of papers and food wrappers on her desk and then sighed, “Don’t know where the papers to sign are, so if one runs away it's on you to get it back.”

“That’s fine.”

She nodded and got up, gesturing them to follow her, all the while chewing something that smelled strongly like tobacco.

“S not a lot of people that come by. Choose whichever you want.”

She opened an iron door and the change was instant. There was loud barking from every corner, some whining and the pattering of many paws on the naked stone floor.

The woman held a door open and Nuisance passed her, not bothering to thank her.

“Leashes are in the closet, Keys hang in there as well. Don’t take too many at once and be careful. Some of em bite.”

She left before Nuisance could say anything else and closed the door behind her.

They blinked, irritated.

The last one was much nicer. But then again, the last time they were here it looked a lot nicer, too.

Nuisance moved further into the room to look at the dogs, some excitedly barking at the cage bars and jumping up and down, some doing a little nervous dance and some hiding away behind others. 

They guessed there were maybe around nine or ten of them.

Checking if all dogs looked healthy and had clean cages, Nuisance let out a breath of relief. The cages were too small for so many dogs and there was one window for the entire room but they all seemed to have fresh water, food and some makeshift places to pee when they weren't outside.

The floor was mostly clean as well.

Nuisance made a mental note of asking the front desk woman about the general state of the place later, then they kneeled in front of the three cages.

“Hello there! Who are you? Yes! Who are you?”

The dogs at the front, pawing through the bars seemed to get more excited at the weird baby tone Nuisances voice had taken and they laughed when a big white one licked their arm and whined when it couldn’t get any closer.

“Yeah, you’re coming with me! And some others, too! Who wants to go for walkies?”

A slender, border collie yipped at the words and a few others followed excitedly at the prospect of getting out. Nuisance looked at some of the more quiet ones and decided to take one that looked like a labrador mix and walk some others afterwards.

“Alright. Let me just get your leashes real quick...”

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Not happening. (Not again)

He sighed in pure annoyance and hatred while walking slowly behind the desperate girl that was running and whimpering for help on that filthy alley.

He didn't even wasted his energy running after, because he knew that no matter what, that girl would always come back to him by force or by will. Especially when she didn't want it any more deaths happening because of her curse...

Nobody understanded. Nobody. Eri's blood was essential for reviving the old man's wish and dream... and to free his dear one from her curse.

He didn't had much time...

~

"Sir?" The doctor spoked aprehensively with Chisaki while you got out from the hospital bed "Mind if we talk for just a bit?... alone?"

He arched his eyebrow in pure disgust and annoyance while you giggled and waved your hands up in the air.

"Is okay! I will get out." You looked at Chisaki with a smile before discretely caresing his gloved hand "I will wait for you outside on the waiting room, right?"

"Be careful." He said simply, the moment you closed the door his body immediately froze while his gut told him subsconciously that.. something bad was going to happen.

This usually appeared minutes before he saw you dying...

"Overhaul sir..." the doctor sighed with grief "About your partner's quirk.."

"Spit it out." He growled while glaring daggers at the doctor.

"... you might want to take a seat." The man showed with his palm at the chair in fron of his desk.

Despite being so aprehensive, and dare he say anxious, he sitted slowly, glaring at him for answers. The man sighed, while locking his hands together on the desk.

"She has not much time left." Kai's eyes widened like they never had before on his life, gloves dissapearing in one blink of a eye.

"..what?" He breathed out, his spine going colder and colder by the infuriating tic and toc from that clock hanging on the wall.

"Her quirk. I treated her father once, so I sadly know the deal..." he looked up at Chisaki with a sour expression "Pardon me for asking... but how many times did she..?"

"... I almost lost count. But I guess it was... 119..."

The doctor winced before taking inhaling, preparing to bring the bad news for the young man in front of him.

"Quirks like that have a certain... limit of atturing themselfs... You can guess that by many times she got weaker and more fragile to some of accidents right?" He saw Chisaki nodding a bit trembly.

"That means her body is not taking anymore... Overhaul, I am afraid to say this... but if she suffers another accident or even much loss of blood... her quirk is not going to work anymore and..."

"Will not... be back." He ßaid in oure horror while the doctor nodded sadly, never once expecting to see such a face on the yakusa boss future leader.

"I am afraid so... Her father died by something so indignant, he fell down some stairs, something that it seems normal for us. But his wife told me that he had presented death by the number 119... just like your partner out there."

His heart dropped to his stomach as his eyes remained wide... one more. One more and you would be gone for real...

"You can't tell me there isn't a fucking cure for this." He hissed teh words, griping on his pants so hard that his knuckles turned white.

"Only by a miracle... maybe if her quirl was removed or something, her cells of the body would be slowly recuperating their strenght and health..." he sighed "But that's impossible. Unless you have someone like Eraserhead in your house and keeps using his quirk on her."

He lifted up abruptly from his chair, scaring a bit the man before he nodded and left his room with a bitter and insufferable taste on hsi mouth.

He opened the door and bites his tongue to not just cry and fall on your arms when he saw you reading some magazine and gently waved at him when noticed presence.

One more time.. and he would lose this...

"So. Any bad news?" You asked worriedly before he carresed your cheek, sighing in relief when your face melt in bliss at his touch.

"No. No, nothing of bad news." He lied bitterly before walking besides you "Just warnings for you to be more.. careful."

"Does he know it doesn't depend on me?" You asked sadly, frow returning "It just happens out of no where... you know that."

He sighed trembling before reaching for your hand, pushing you gently for him to be on the side of the street instead.

"I know this better than anyone angel... trust me." He sighed heavily, you tilted your head at his expression.

He wasn't wearing that stoic facade of his... he seemed more... angry? Desperate? Even determined you would guess.

"Kai? Did he said something else?" You pried, only receuving a shake of his head and a squeeze on your hand.

You... had a bad feeling about this... yet, couldn't tell what it was...

~

She stills keep running even knowing that he will get her after... seriously, he knew that childs were dumb but why keep making him waste energy and time?

He doesn't have time for her tantrums. He has to make those bullets for testing, curing his angel and prepared the marketing of the bullets on the underground.

Crush hero society. Cure the world from the hero syndrome. Bring the yakusa back to their glory days.... save his (Y/n)...

Those were the only things that kept him living. That gave a life purpose...

He wouldn't let Pops or his angel down. He knew that. He was going to prove this.

~

"Have you completly lost your humanity Chisaki?" Pops asked in pure horror after interrupting Kai's explanation from his plan.

Again. Again being refused. Why he can't understand that he just wants to repay him?! Is that difficult to get that this is for him and her?!

"... Lost my humanity?" He said darkly, walking slowly towards the elder "You took me in, I just want to repay you."

He lowered a bit his glove with his thumb, the elder catching what was happening before Chisaki continued.

"Lost my humanity you say? Tell me pops. How would you feel if your father figurine turned your ideas down constantly? Or even better yet.." he looked Pops dead in the eye, clenching his jaw while controling himself to not just break down.

"How would you feel if the love and light of your life, simply had a curse that just can't be cured. Keeps dying in front of your eyes every damn time... if you got something to cure them you would take it wouldn't you?"

He aproached even more and his glove fell down...

"Just lay back and relax. Is going to hurt just for a moment."

~

He growled at her sudden pleas starting to come out while she runned and kept looking back at him.

He had to do this. Stop running like a damn pest.

~

"He what?!" You asked in horror while lifting youserlf from the couch, immediately coming to him with hands on his arms.

He was pleased when he discovered that Pops and you grew found of each other... this explained your reaction when he told about his... current condition.

"Kai I'm so sorry..." you said almost tearing while he only stared into your eyes.

"Is not a problem. He is going to be alright soon. I know it." He carresed your cheek before frowing. "What are these clothes for?"

You looked down at yourself and your gym clothes, making a confused noise while looking back at him.

"What's the matter with them? I was going in for a run like I always do. Remember? Around the block?"

His eyes darkened in worry and hatred. No. You couldn't get out. What if something happened?

"You're not going." He growled while you arched a eyebrow at his tone of voice.

He never once lowered his voice with you excluding in some couple fights which were rare... so why?

"Excuse me?" You asked in disbelief "I was going with Ku-"

"Not with Chrono. Not with Mimic. Not with ANYONE." He growled whiel he glared daggers at you "You're not getting out of this place."

You tsked in anger before turning in your feet to walk out before he grabbed your wrist.

"Kai let g-!"

"You're NOT leaving this house. Understand (Y/n)?"

"Give me a good reason then!" You shouted this time, not even caring about how he despised those things.

"You want to just die outside like the other times? Is that it?!" He hissed in pure anger while you gasped in disbelief.

"Chisaki is only around THE BLOCK."

"You can be attacked. Suffer a car accident. Hell even trip in your own foot by how careless you are!"

"Is this worry now?" You laughed bitterly before yanking a bit your hand... without success on getting out of his grasp.

"Yes it is dammit! I'm tired of seing the only light on my dark life dying over anD OVER AGAIN!" He shouted, catching you off guard immediately.

A uncomfortable silence got between teh both of you while he breathed in and out to catch his breath and his compusture back.

He flinched a bit at your hand in his cheek before looking at you.

"I know it hurts... I told you many times that you can let go of me-"

"Like hell I would." He growled, grabbing your hand on his cheek and pressing it even more to hsi face.

You made one of your most sad and broken face before oushing him in for a hug. He catched you again off of guard when he wrapped without hesitation his arms around your waist and buries his face on the crook of your neck.

"... You know that always I will come back to you right?"

He broke at those words... knowing exactly that this time it wasn't true.

He let out a cry and just burried his teary eyes in your neck as his back shocked with every sob pass through his lips.

He couldn't lose you...

~

Ah great... that brat bumped into some hero...

He inhale to remain his compusture and to remain pacient while talking with those socks.

"You should be more careful." He started, Eri looking at him with terror "We don't want to cause any problems for the heroes."

The green haired boy looked up at him with the same look Eri gabe to him while the older and blonde one just gave him a look.

"Let's go home. Eri."

[vore-scientist]

Story Time

[SFW GT M/f platonic vore fluff]

A MINI TALE OF THE MYSTIC WOODS

A nice fluffy story with the half-giant wizard Yonah and Her Highness The Princess Sophia!

Summary: Some nice playful interaction ending with story time! I imagine it’s really nice to be read books while sitting in a stomach.

Warnings: uhhh very brief off-hand mention of se.x at the start of the story?? Unrelated to the vore, which is at the end of the story. Otherwise this is completely innocent and SUPER fluffy.

Enjoy! and if you like this story please give me feedback/reblog it to spread it around!

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The princess Sophia sat in her suspended bed in a massive golden cage, gently rocking to and frow. She had propped up her pillows and was reading a very good book. The 8th book in the Stars Without Number series: a science fiction epic. Living in a fantasy world tended to make one crave stories of grand technology and other worlds out in the great expanse of space.

It was a little annoying to have a half giant wizard sitting on his bedroom floor staring at you. He’d just got back from a trip to Myran, his beloved’s, witch hut. Since she hadn’t been taken along she’d assumed they were gonna get it on, but apparently all he did was borrow some special type of magic spoon that he needed for a potion.

Now he sat, looking like a hungry puppy except she was the one in a cage.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Sophia said, not even glancing at him, turning a page in the book.

“Oh?” Yonah said, his eyes literally sparkling.

She put the book to her side and turned to her friend.

“You’re thinking I’m the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen,” she smiled, “and you want to eat me.”

“Guilty as charged, princess,” he reached to open the cage door but Sophia chided him.

“I’m quite enjoying this book, Yonah. You can eat me after I finish this chapter.”

He still opened the door, and lay down to look through it as she picked up her book once more.

She was absolutely right. She was the most adorable human in existence. Well… Her younger sister Molly was also extremely adorable. Probably a smidge more. But Molly wasn’t here. And he couldn’t eat Molly.

He did not mind waiting. Just being with Sophia in silence was so pleasant he was in danger of falling asleep. But he did not, as he was also excited to eat her. She was in fact, his favorite snack, and wouldn’t dare let himself miss out.

Minutes passed. Ten minutes passed. Twenty. She was not that slow a reader. He rolled over to look at her better.

Sophia was still reading but as her eyes flicked to him briefly she was clearly holding back giggles. She flipped the page and he could see, even though it was miniscule for him, an obvious first page of a new chapter.

“You’re a brat!” he said, sitting up and snatching her out of the cage, she dropped the book.

“In my defense it’s a really good book!”

He hugged her to his face, drinking in her smell. A smell he could never ever tire of. However it was not time yet to eat her. Tasting came first. He kissed her, her stomach, her arms, her face; to get small bursts of flavor.

The princess, though sad to pause her reading, was delighted by the affection. She loved to be squished against his scruffy cheeks. His goatee, which was he kept in perfect evil fashion, was soft, comparably, as were his sideburns. It scratched a little, but that was ok. The effect was like she was being kissed by a large dog. 

Kissing turned to licking. At first he would flick out his tongue when he’d kiss a particularly ticklish spot. Her side and her neck being the prime spots. Soon the ratio flipped, and then there were barely any kisses, but Sophia was happy for a tongue bath. Yonah’s tongue was soft and warm, like a solid wave of tropical water.

Licking turned to nibbling. Very gently biting her side, just enough to make her laugh or squeak. With his tongue he would get an arm or leg in his mouth, hold it between his teeth, delicately almost grinding back and forth. An odd massage to be sure, and dangerous, but Yonah was practiced and Sophia would get his attention if need be.

At one point, when her left arm was trapped between molars, she reached out with her right and stroked one of his fangs. Yonah opened his mouth in a wide smile; releasing her arm, so she could admire his teeth properly. Slick with drool, but there was texture to the distinctly giant-folk canines; much longer and larger than a human’s. not that sharp, she couldn’t accidentally prick her finger on them. And even if she could, she wasn’t the king of princess with a “pricking the finger” curse.

For all his size, he looked so human, until he opened his mouth. Until he smiled. She did like his smile.

Finally the giant seemed satisfied and hungry. Only he didn’t get the vial of glass paste.

Holding the princess to his chest he reached back into the cage, in his fingers was the book. It was very small in his hands but he held it up to his face.

“What were you reading?” he asked, even though he could read the large print title.

“Stars Without Number Book 8: To Infinity and Beyond” Sophia said, leaning against her giant’s soft, warm body. She could hear his heart, feel it, strong and steady. /Soon/ she thought. /Soon I will be tucked away inside him just like his heart/

“Oh! I own that one in giant size!” he said, putting it back and standing up, still one hand on the princess. She smiled and had a good feeling about where this was going. “It’s barely noon, if you don’t want to nap I could read to you.”

“I would love that!” Sophia crawled up to Yonah’s shoulder as he headed to the living room.

The walls weren’t lined with bookshelves, though Sophia thought they should. Didn’t seem very  hermited wizard-esq to have so much empty wall space, or enchanted windows. Course, a lot of his books were smallfolk size. His collection of properly scaled books was extensive, and still could have filled up 5 or 6 shelves.

He had three. One for fiction. One for non-fiction. One for magazines. The book they wanted was fiction.

Currently the shelf displayed a bunch of alternate history books, on all four levels.

“I think… it was over here…” he put two fingers on the rightmost book of the 3rd shelf and swiped to the left. With a swish the books slid away, into the solid wood, but were followed by new books!

“No…” he swiped again.

“Oh wait, wrong level,” he repeated the motion on the fourth level.

“Got it!” he took it off the shelf, changed all the levels to display science fiction, and went to his armchair, placing the book on the coffee table.

“Now where were we?” he asked in a perfectly innocent tone, holding his hand out.

Sophia stepped into the waiting palm and sat down, facing Yonah. His eyes were bright and sparkling with anticipation. And deep affection. Such large brown eyes, very similar to her own, though hers had a little more green in them. She reached out a hand to stroke his nose with the back of her hand.

And he brought up his other hand, which held the vial of paste. A small drop, barely pea sized, was dabbed onto her forehead.

He kissed her middle one more time and whispered the spell, closing his eyes as she poofed into glass.

Then he opened his mouth and she crawled right in. The glass limbs were so much heavier than flesh and had a completely different texture.

Yonah used his tongue to help her to the back of his throat, at which point he tipped his head back. Before swallowing he took a deep breath, preparation for Sophia blocking his airways. Thankfully she was petit and gravity helped get her past his collar long before he would worry about suffocating. He held a hand to his throat to feel her slip down. Tracing her progress with his fingers, Sophia fell away. Becoming his.

The weight settled in his now full stomach, and he placed a hand over the spot.

“Mmmmmmmmmm” he sighed and closed his eyes, just focusing on Sophia as she got comfortable, pushing against his insides in the most pleasant manner.

As soon as her hands and face entered the chamber The princess cast a dim grey light. The darkness was just a bit to total and she wasn’t planning on sleeping. The beams danced across the curves of flesh that flexed and rolled.

Most folks tried to avoid ever seeing such a place. Or made it their mission in life to make sure no one else did, as it was technically a chamber that only promised a painful death unless the giant who owned it was merciful. Not that most folks eaten would have light with them. But to Sophia it was a welcome and familiar scene. Her personal hide-away.

And she placed her hands at the sides of the pharynx to push herself into the wizard’s stomach.

She mushed around like a cat for a while, longer than she needed to since she knew Yonah liked it. Before flopping down and stretching out, her joints making musical crinkle tinkles. The flesh embraced her and cuddled her, the pulse beneath almost talking to her, telling her to relax.

Yonah’s quiet voice rumbled down.

“What chapter were you on?” The chamber shifted as the giant reached for the book.

“Uhhhhh 8!” She said. It was 8 or 9 so she lowballed it.

Yonah wiggled, settling back into his chair in a similar manner to Sophia in his stomach. Just sitting up. And not in a stomach. His new position meant his gut was more squished, and Sophia was more squished! Little giggles came from his middle.

How delightful!  

“Ok,” he said, giving his stomach a nice rub and relishing the reciprocated action, “Chapter 8: Spectre of the Gun. The scene was typical. A desert planet. A small town. High noon. Two cyborg gunslingers. And our intrepid band of adventurers nowhere to be found, just a weird pillar of smoke several kilometres to the west…”

Ah. She had been on chapter 9. But she did not say anything, and just let the words wash over her.

What a perfect way to spend a lazy day.

[FIN]

[Thanks for reading! please reblog! for more mystic woods go to vore-scientist.tumblr.com/tagged/mystic+woods+story or search ‘mystic woods story’ on my blog! For thief stories only search “MW Thieves”]

[fromherlips]

you’re gonna live forever in me

did y’all REALLY think my ass wasn’t going to do something for this? i remember thinking that 2019 was so far away when i finished ‘in your atmosphere’ and now it’s here and i’m here and we’re here and i can’t believe that time has passed like this. in full disclosure: this is completely self-indulgent. i haven’t written anything in almost a year but i couldn’t resist. so, here we are, pals. many, many years later. happy end of nyfw!

New York Fashion Week was a spectacle that Eva had dreamed about since she was a kid. Growing up, it was a week long event she strived to be a part of, someway, somehow. She wanted to live and breathe the same air as the editors and buyers, cramped in the corner in standing room only or sat in the frow, brushing shoulders with fashion’s elite. It happened twice a year and determined trends, styles, moods, personalities, and so much more.

Eva’s first fashion week was just two weeks after she moved to the city. She didn’t know a single soul, but went to shows to cover for her boss, an influencer with enough clout to land her in the front row. Eva sat rows behind, not important enough to land a coveted seat, but she was just happy to be there. Things were different now. Seats were filled by Instagram following and not status in the industry, but she was stuck in the whirlwind of Manhattan (despite subletting a closet-less room in Crown Heights). Eva was left taking notes on her phone, geared up to write a review for her boss’ blog after their next show, typing furiously on her outdated iPhone (by New York standards) in the back of a luxury Lyft while they carted off to the next show.

By the end of her first day carting around from show to show and trying to keep up with her new boss who didn’t talk very much–not even on her Instagram Stories–but seemed to know anyone and everyone at the shows and events they attended, Eva was exhausted. She collapsed onto her stiff mattress, the cheapest she could find on Wayfair without blowing through the meager savings she had from college, too tired to go to the fridge to get water and heat up the pasta she had made the night before, and too burnt out to talk to her roommates who were perched on the couch watching whatever they were binging on Netflix at the time.

With her clothes still on, Eva rested her hand on her cheek, careful not to transfer any makeup onto her comforter. She squeezed her eyes shut, the feeling she’d been trying to suppress for months creeping up. It came to her in the moments when her guard was down, when she was too tired to fight the thoughts that plagued her mind. But in her moments of weakness, her mind always traveled back to the moment in his bedroom, both crumpled on the floor, sobbing like they’d never sobbed before. Back to the green-eyed, floppy-haired boy with tattoos scattered across his skin, the same skin her fingers had skimmed over, the same skin she felt beneath her, on top of her. Back to the person she loved the most in this world, the only person she wanted to curl up next to after a long day.

Harry was everywhere. There were the obvious places. On the radio when she took cars with her boss (she couldn’t afford them on her own), playing when she browsed through stores while she tried to make friends, on posters around the city promoting their newest single, one that Eva couldn’t bear to listen to anymore. He was in the Chloe perfume she kept on her nightstand, in the threads of her Wildfox sweatpants she debated on donating before she moved, in the sketchbooks she hadn’t touched since she moved. Harry was everything and then he was nothing and Eva was the only person to blame.

She hated that word, blame. But what else was she supposed to call it? She knew it was for the best, somewhere deep down within herself, even if she couldn’t recognize it anymore. But knowing it was right didn’t make it less painful. Knowing it was right didn’t make the image of his face, puffy and red and damp with tears, disappear from her memory. It didn’t make her stop missing him. It didn’t change anything, but it kept her hopeful, even if it didn’t feel that way most of the time.

Eva felt sad and lost and lonely and like she was failing at everything she set out to accomplish. She wanted New York City more than anything she wanted in this entire life. But she knew it wouldn’t be easy. So she cried into her brand new sheets after her first day of New York Fashion Week. She cried for Harry, she cried for herself, she cried for the unknown.

That was the last time she had cried during Fashion Week. Her life in New York still brought her to tears, but she was starting to learn that it was normal in her twenties and the breakdown she had during her fifth month living in the city was a right of passage that she accomplished early on. It took her six months to feel okay with herself, but not once did she doubt the decision she had made to move. She knew the city would knock her on her ass, both figuratively and literally (tequila, stilettos, and cobblestone in Soho don’t mix), but it was worth it, wasn’t it?

By her second spring/summer fashion week the next year, Eva felt confident in herself, in her work, in who she was becoming. She sketched more, she made friends, she invested in a mattress topper to make her sleep schedule less painful. She had also started dating a model (unplanned) who lived near her office (convenient) and had blonde hair and brown eyes and not a single tattoo anywhere on his body. She thought she had loved Paul but when they broke up ten months later because of distance (the irony didn’t miss her), Eva didn’t cry, didn’t dwell, didn’t spend months wondering if it was the wrong choice. She wasn’t angry or hurt or confused, she just felt lonely again in the big city, something easily solvable by brunch, happy hour, or casual movie nights with friends.

By fashion week in 2019, Eva had been in the city for over three years and was still settling into her position at Milly. She loved working as an assistant and adored styling for the now defunct print magazine that likely still owed her some money, but being a design assistant at Milly was everything she could have asked for as a 25 (going on 26) year-old. She was still close with Jillian and her old boss, which is how she somehow managed to score an invite to a Conde Nast party on the second night of fashion week.

She had gotten a dress lent from a PR company thanks to Jill and somehow managed to figure out her hair and makeup on her own. Eva painted her lips with crimson red, a stark contrast from the cobalt blue of her dress and white frothy collar adorning her neck. She’d slicked her hair back for ease (and because it was admittedly a bit dirty), hoping it would stay in place throughout the night so she wouldn’t nervously play with it. She wasn’t sure what to expect from the party aside from free food and drinks and hopefully some entertainment.

Eva spent the first hour wandering around with a glass of champagne in her hand, making eye contact with people she vaguely knew from other events or photoshoots but didn’t speak to out of fear of conversational rejection, something she knew well from living in Los Angeles for so long. It didn’t bother her, she liked the people watching and was just happy to be there, truthfully.

A seemingly familiar face caught her eye, but she figured she was just seeing things. Forever a lightweight, she was already two glasses of champagne deep on an almost empty stomach and was seeing things. Hallucinating. It could have been anybody.

She switched to water and grabbed a few hors d'oeuvres, silently chewing in the corner of the space while she tried to sober up. This wasn’t the night for reminiscing. This was a Conde-fucking-Nast New York Fashion Week Party, for gods sake.

At least half an hour had passed and Eva had made the rounds again after meeting up with Jillian and one of her industry friends for a legitimate conversation on Fashion Week plans and not something superficial (which was gratefully appreciated after her years of fashion week attendance). She was in search of another drink now that she was sure she was done seeing things.

Unfortunately, Eva couldn’t make it to one of the waiters making the rounds before she saw the familiar face again. This time, she couldn’t blame it on the alcohol because she knew it was real. He was alone now, swirling what was left in his champagne glass. He looked the same, yet entirely different, and Eva felt transported to a different time. A time when he was hers and she was his and they were tangled underneath the sheets of her bed in that shitty Los Angeles apartment that was too small for her and her things and their makeshift life together.

She felt nauseous then sad then nauseous again. Was the room spinning? It felt like it was spinning. She wondered if this moment would ever happen, if fate would put the two of them back in the room together (even if fate went by the name of Niall, her meddling friend that wanted his power couple back together). She even thought about what she might say–what she might do–if she was put into this situation. But now she was here in a pretty dress and wanted to bolt as far away from the boy whose heart she broke so many years ago, the boy who wrote a Grammy nominated album on how she’d ripped his heart out, the boy who probably deserved better but also needed to grow up.

Despite the fear and nausea, Eva felt herself walking towards the person she’d never thought she would see again. Did he see her? She thought he looked her way, but he didn’t start sprinting so maybe he’d looked right past her. She was still the same Eva, but her hair was shorter and her cheeks more angular. But then she could see his eyes fixated on her, watching her as she maneuvered through the party guests that seemed to gather in his atmosphere.

She didn’t have a line planned. Was she just going to say “hi” or “hello” or just silently stare and hope that was a sufficient greeting? This worried her as she approached him, her feet planting straight in front of the boy she used to love.

“Eva,” he said, no greeting required. “What’re you...hi.”

She tucked a rogue curl behind her ear, sweeping it back from her chin.

“Harry,” she replied, her lips curling into a sweet smile. “Congrats on the new album coming out in a couple of months. It’s nice to see you back with the boys.”

Congrats on the new album? Is that all she could say?

“I...thank you,” he replied. “It’s nice to, erm, be back,” he told her.

“Right, I can imagine,” she said, her heart thumping harder in her chest. Was she okay? Or was seeing Harry after all these years setting her into panic mode? “You lads are close. But, I-uh...how’ve you been, Harry?”

How have you been? Are you serious, Eva? What the fuck, she thought.

“Same old,” he replied.”What about you? I didn’t, um, didn’t know you’d be here?”

She quirked her brow. “In New York or at the party?”

“The party,” he replied. “Niall...he told me you were here a while ago.”

She nodded. Niall was their unofficial liaison, it appeared.

“I saw that you moved here,” she said. “Those damn trending headlines. Niall mentioned it once or twice or a dozen times as well.”

“Just needed a change of pace,” he explained with a shrug. “I’ve always liked visiting, Figured there could be no harm in living here for a bit.

“It’s a good place to be,” she agreed.

She knew she was staring, but there was something so mesmerizing about Harry. She was no stranger to his good looks and undeniable charm. The thing about Harry was that she still saw him everywhere. She saw his many haircuts, his new tattoos, the shift in his style. She saw his attempt to grow facial hair and the 90s haircut and the mismatched rings adorned on his fingers. But she still took the time to study his face and take him in for all that he was, finally in front of her after all of those years.

It didn’t escape Eva that this was how they first met. Well, kind of. He was drunk and slurring but still trying to be as helpful as he could be. Eva was burnt out and fighting imposter syndrome, wondering what this pop star was doing talking to her in the room full of people who were infinitely more interesting than she was. But now she was drunk (or at least buzzed) standing in front of the same boy in his pastel blue pants and ruffled shirt for the first time since that night in his bedroom, the night that changed everything for them, whether she liked it or not.

She wasn’t sure how long she had been staring, but Eva snapped out of her daze when she heard Harry speak again.

“Coffee,” he said, beginning to play with the rings on his fingers.

“Coffee?” she asked.

“I mean...we should get coffee. Or smoothies. Or…” he stammered, letting his voice trail off.

“I’m pretty busy this week,” she replied.

“Fuck, right,” he swore. “Fashion week...you’re right.”

“But give me your new number and I’ll let you know when I’m free when this week from hell ends,” she added quickly, fishing her phone out of her clutch. She tapped her feet nervously while Harry typed his number in. Niall had tried giving it to her but she didn’t trust herself with it. She’d have one too many drinks and say things she didn’t mean. Or worse, she’d let it sit and rot in her contacts, too afraid of what could happen.

Eva wanted to linger in his presence, soaking up every last second of his aura. But instead, she slipped her clutch back underneath her arm, taking two steps backwards as she waved goodbye, faintly smiling at the boy in front of her.

“Good luck, Ev,” he told her as she walked away, disappearing into the crowd.

It felt like she was walking through a daydream. She could barely register anything around her. She merely grabbed another glass of champagne, pressing the glass against her lips and leaving a deep red stain in its place. She found a semi-abandoned corner of the room, sipping slowly while she tried to process the moment. It was short, no longer than five minutes, but it felt as if she had been standing in front of Harry for a lifetime.

For so long, she wondered what she would say to him, what she would do, how she would feel. But nothing could prepare her for the actual moment when their lives collided again, intersecting like they had when they were nineteen and drunk and tired and two entirely different people. 

Their moment was over, but it didn’t feel as such. She felt something in the pit of her stomach, albeit faint, but it was there. It very well could have been the champagne, or hope, or a combination of both. Harry Styles had managed to orbit back into her life, or hers into his, but this time it felt different. She felt different. And that had to mean something.

[cmiray-archived]

@caecusheir​

She held the door open when she noticed someone else coming up behind her her brow frowing slightly as she watched the woman. She’d seen that face. Her brain tried to catch up, running all the multiple places where she could have seen this face “you’re the new English princess!” she finally come to realize a bit to late that the exited tone was perhaps a bit inappropriate - but she had been following the story for most of her life. It was better than most novels. “Sorry - I saw you in a magazine. Miray, I’m normally less rude I promise” she added quickly trying to balance her things in just one arm to extend out her hand with a smile”

[winterskings]

öznur serçeler for frow magazine (may 2019)

[kurtty-drabbles]

Miss you love au

N/A: Kurt, suffer. In this au, Brian never dates Meggan, for once, Courtney is a good person in this story. Meggan is a proud Lesbian and only Kurt is too dumb to not notice. Also, yes, Kitty is an adult.

Miss you love Please, listen to this song...it what inspires me to make this drabble aside of my hate for canon.

@djinmer4 @sailorstar9 @dannybagpipesarecalling @discordsworld @look-ma-no-hands336

Excalibur is facing a blistering day. In fact, the weather makes impossible for most heroes to stay in the gears, everyone but Rachel Grey, who is content in wearing her traditional red leather uniform, the rest? Is making a compromise.

Meggan is wearing something fresh for the day, sweat is blasting her blond hair and she´s drinking as much of water as possible, Brian, her good friend, is also complaining about the weather. "The air conditioner has to be broken today?!"

Brian Braddock aka Captain Britain is not wearing his usual shirt and is trying with all his might to fix the air conditioner, with no success, Meggan is waving him off using an old magazine. "Hey, gentle giant, how the fight between you and the machine?"

Brian is frowing. "I think the machines don´t like me, Meggan, is impossible to fix this" he explained and Meggan in good humour just punch the machine and suddenly the machine is working again. "Well, machines like you"

Kurt is trying to gain Meggan´s attention, who in return, is making her conversation with Brian take each minute as she can. Kurt tries to gain her attention by mention the mail, but, Meggan suddenly has the need to take Brian´s arm and go inside the house with him.

Rachel, with her red leather uniform, is busy talking on the phone. Scott is pretty serious about "no mental call, use the phone next time"

As Kurt is ignored, again. His cellphone rings a familiar tone that belongs to one person. The song is a private joke among them and it makes Kurt smiles as he knows Kitty has the same song for him on her cellphone.

"Hallo, elf, how are you in this fine night or morning?" Kitty asked and Kurt can close her eyes and feel she´s here with him. Pleasantries are exchanged as Kurt explains how the day is too hot ("No, Katzchen is not a euphemism...although I´m indeed hot" "Kurt, are you shirtless?")

"Elf, do you really meant what you said last week?" her tone is now serious and Kurt can really picture her, pouting,  twirling one of her loose locks and feeling her fluffiest hair in all the fluffy.

"Of course, I´ll love to have you here, you´re my best friend, Katzchen" His tone is soft and he can hear her breathing on the other side of the phone.

"Then...yes, I´ll join Excalibur with you, elf" and Kurt gives some additional details about her entrance and only when Kitty hang up the phone that he realized he did spend the entire conversation with closed eyes picturing Kitty Pryde with her Garfield sweater.

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Kitty Pryde was marked to arrive on 12 of May, however, thanks to the efficiency of the Airport and good weather, Kitty Pryde arrives in England way earlier.

Rachel Grey give a hug on Kitty Pryde. "Still with the cool outfit, Grey?" "Still with Garfield, Pryde?" a joke among friends and that makes her presence in Excalibur be even more welcome.

Brian shakes hands with Kitty Pryde. The man was polite enough with Kitty and Kitty can see his the leader, yet, Kurt shows up and is between Brian and Kitty.

"Katzchen, you´re here" there´s a different tone in his voice. Kurt's palms her face gentle and Brian never saw Kurt acting in such way before. "You choose to be here"

Kitty offers a nice smile. "Of course, elf, you´re not going get rid of me"

Meggan arrives at the scene and watches as the new woman finally notices Meggan. A smile is on her cute face and Meggan´s hair turn into a lovely shade of pink.

"Hi, I´m Meggan, I´m a super hero...and I can shapeshifter," Meggan said bluntly and Brian and Rachel are amused, Kurt is not seen why those two are so amused, and Kitty is impressed.

"You´re Gloriana!" Kitty speaks in her trademark tone putting her arms on her waist "the amazing Gloriana that is the strongest member of Excalibur and in the MI-13" and to be really unfair on Meggan flashes a cute smile and now Meggan is completely pink.

"That´s Meggan, she´s Brian´s girl" Kurt speaks to Kitty and Meggan takes offence of that.

"I´m no one girls and Brian has a girlfriend, Kurt, and I´m really single," she said looking at Kitty and Kurt notice the whiplash in her tone. Brian laughs at Kurt and explained how he meet Meggan, turns out, his stupid jealousy was even stupider as Brian is dating Courtney Ross and...most importantly, a fact that Kurt was too dumb to notice before.

"I´m gay, Kurt," she said as Rachel is laughing at taking photos of this moment. Kitty is left in the dark and prefers to not know what Kurt did in the past. Meggan looks at Kitty a bit afraid and she can understand this fear very well

"Oh, well, I´m American, Woman, Jewish, mutant and Bi. I´m full of pride of what I´m" Kitty said and told about her time in her first gay pride parade. Meggan feels safer now and the two talk excitedly. "Kitty, do want help to bring your stuff in?"

Kurt is the one left out. As Meggan and Kitty, along with Rachel and Brian are helping. Kitty is not materialist so she only has a few boxes with her, nothing really heavy.

And Kurt is left out.

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Kitty is the first on the danger room and is the one to ask to train with the elf, the nickname is still used and Kurt offers to spar with Kitty. It´s their little ritual.

"How are you, elf?" she asked looking into his eyes. There´s no need to lie about anything with her.

"I´m fine...surprised that Meggan is gay, but, fine...Am I the only straight member in the group?" he asked jokingly.

"No, Brian is straight too. You two can bond over that, the sad realization of being straight, poor Kurt...will never ride a unicorn"

"Well, I´d not think me and Brian will be friends that easily"

"Oh no, Flirtzilla strikes again?"

"Yeah..."

"Wanna talk?"

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It was a sacred routine. 30 minutes of talking with Kitty, sparring with her or just doing nothing, it´s sacred to him. A routine that never in his wild dreams Kurt thought it would be broken.

One day, Meggan arrives in his doorstep, trying to be neutral, but, for some reason, Kurt does rub her in the wrong way.

"Meggan" the beautiful woman is still beautiful as always but she never truly smiles with Kurt. She gives a long sigh and speaks "I´m not here to apologise, Kurt, because if you feel like an idiot than it is your own doing, not mine, to be clear, I wouldn´t have picked you even if I was straight"

"Thanks, glad to know"

"I´m here because of Kitty..." her hair does not turn pink, instead, her checks do "she is talking about a book, the age of innocence and I heard you have a copy...can you lend to me?"

Kurt could lend the book. He´s not that into that type of literature, but, Kitty gave him this book, Kitty spend her money to give this book only for him and Kurt is not immune to be spiteful.

"You´re mistaken, I don´t have this book" Kurt states. Meggan does not believe. "Besides, I thought you didn´t know how to read"

Meggan should be angry by these words, but, she´s really not angry. She´s feeling pity and this is a look Kurt does not like. "I´m Roma, yes, but that cliche of illiterate Roma is a cliche that is not universal, I´m thankful for being able to know how to read and write, and would you believe I even went to school? " she jokes and continues "when I said to Rachel ''I can´t read this book'' you must have some gallant idea to teach this illiterate woman how to read, poor dumb Meggan, but, in reality, what I mean was ''I don´t like this book, Rachel and I don´t want to read it, ''

She gives a sad smile to Kurt. "Is ok, I know your foster family was a cliche after the other, but, not all of us are like them...and if you don´t want to lend the book, is ok too...I can buy a cope"

And with that, she leaves. Kurt is weirdly possessive over a book that is not even his favourite genre. A story about a love triangle is never his thing...but...Kitty gave this book to him. Only him.

______________________________________________________________ Today, his routine is being broken as Kitty and Meggan are talking about books and Movies and before anything could be said Meggan asks Kitty out. Kurt went to train alone. No Kitty went after him.

Next day, the routine is broken again. Kitty was called to give a class to students, it was a thing of last minute, she didn´t announce to Kurt, it was to Meggan.

On the next day, Kitty and Meggan are sharing jokes and telling stories about their past.

And on the next day, Kurt is alone on the danger room, no Kitty, and he hates this.

"Missing Kitty?" Rachel declares loudly in the danger room.

"She´s dating Meggan?"

"Yes, I think so, and she´s not here with you...but, you´re the resident manslut of this house, you´d not care, there are always other women for you to be a dick about"

"you´d not think I´m cable of loving a woman?"

"No" and relentless she continues "I can read your mind as Meggan can read your emotions. You put Kitty in this pedestal and thought she was your angel...she´s human and you can say what you feel for her...I did feel the same, but, I understand we weren´t meant to be"

"I love her," Kurt said and adds "and I don´t know what to do"

"Don´t be a dick is a good thing. Kitty thinks you´re avoiding her and I´m here to talk some sense into you...I know, me? I don´t like at all, but, hey...if that makes Kitty happy" Rachel trails of "so, stop hiding here or I´ll drag you upstairs if I have to"

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Kitty´s hands, as Kurt remembers, are often tiny and warm, illustrating her personality in small but crucial detail. Kurt remembers how one time they hold hands. His big and blue hand are perfect for her delicate one. He remembers every vivid detail about that moment, yet, can hardly recall the woman he did date on that time. Well, it wasn´t dating, only sex, still, Kurt can remember more of Kitty(Katzchen) then the random woman he did sleep.

Now, Kitty can´t hold hands with him anymore, her hands are often holding Meggan´s.

"Ah, they make such a cutie ship" Courtney Ross, the Captain Britain´s woman, as Kurt mentally adds, is in Excalibur to celebrate the holiday. Brian is amused at the scene.

Meggan and Kitty helping to decorate the place. Both women have different tastes and ended up discussing the choice each one makes and in the end, they made peace with each other.

Kurt is left alone. Like always.

Kitty notices Kurt, and the elf can pretend that everything is alright. The man offers a big smile at her and Kitty give a small one. "Hello, Kurt," she said, no nickname, and that makes his heart drop.

"We haven´t talked much" there´s an accusation on her tone and is visible she´s feeling a bit guilty too. "I know you must have been upset that me and Meggan are an item now. But, this situation is stupid. You´re my best friend and I´d not want to lose you"

"And you won´t...I was being stupid, I have no problems with you dating Meggan" Kitty looked at him with those does eye. "...Are you happy with her?"

"Yes, and are you going full Wolverine over Meggan? I´d not want you to rip my photo to look at Meggan" she jokes in a depreciative way that displeases Kurt very much.

"No, believe I have no feelings for Meggan, never had and never will," he said and let Kitty touches his face(oh, feeling her fingers on his face is...too good) as she examines his expression. Kitty can always tell when Kurt is lying.

"You´re not lying. Can you forgive me then? I was a fool...you´re my Best friend and I should have reached to you hard" Kitty said and Kurt, pretending very well, as he mentions how there´s nothing to forgive.

Kurt didn´t lie to Kitty. He has no feelings for Meggan. He has feelings for Kitty.

And at the end of the party. Kurt saw Meggan and Kitty kiss. A good excuse that he needs to go to the kitchen to grab more drinks didn´t raise suspicions.

Kurt cries a little. Letting tears be the manifestation of his stupidity or how life can be cruel.

"I´m living the plot of age of innocence," Kurt said bemused. And clean his eyes as taking a good and deep breath pretends this is just a play and this is a happy ending.  Sometimes, the hero does not get the girl nor he deserves the girl. And maybe, Kurt reflects for a moment, that´s enough, sometimes, the hero does not truly understand love and can´t expect a woman to fix him.

Kurt returns to the party smiling as always and pretends very well to be happy as Meggan and Kitty are being such cute couple.

Could have been me there?

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Introducing Dougie Poynter's new rockstar clothing line Polonius

As a regular on the London Fashion Week Men's FROW, it's no surprise that Dougie Poynter has decided to launch his own label. From tomorrow, Polonius (in case you didn't know that's a character from Hamlet) will be an ode to two of his greatest passions: music and acting. Heavily influenced by the singers that have had an effect on Poynter's life (with musings on Shakespeare), Polonius' first 20-piece collection consists of Romeo and Juliet-inspired shirts, skinny jeans and a seriously good leather jacket. Give it a few seasons and we're sure this will become a regular on the LFWM roster. Available now at iampolonius.com

BY ZAK MAOUI - GQ Magazine 

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Kate Moss And Naomi Campbell Steal Spotlight In Burberry FROW

The second volume presents a far more individual point of view, and in this one Campbell waxes lyrical on her childhood, about growing up and the greatest style designers, accompanied by never-prior to-observed personal snapshots. Naomi stepped out in a flowing pink-and-black creation at the glamorous show, which was attended by stars such as designer Donatella Versace and Queen Rania of Jordan, with Hollywood actor Leonardo DiCaprio also rumoured to be in the audience. FRENCHKISSES H&M and Naomi Campbell are taking an 1980s song about unemployed male empowerment and turning it into a 2017 ad about global female empowerment-through style. Campbell's profile in the fashion sector is greater appropriate now than it has been because she ruled the catwalk two decades ago. As newly installed contributing editor of British Vogue, Campbell took an unmistakably powerful seat in the front row of the Burberry show at London fashion week, amongst editor-in-chief Edward Enninful and Kate Moss, who is also on the Vogue masthead. At Paris style week, Campbell was snapped emerging from lunch at the Ritz with fellow supermodel and former French initial lady Carla Bruni. And on the Friday night of Milan style week she pretty much broke the net in her metal-mesh Versace gown, as the central figure in the five-strong lineup of supermodels who joined Donatella for a catwalk tribute to her late brother. UK supermodel Campbell hardly shocked the music sector with the announcement that, following the ‘success' of her ‘ghost-written' novel, she was about to launch a singing profession. Soon after she recently walked in Diane von Furstenberg's spring 2014 runway show , we're convinced something is feasible for fortysomething models. The iconic '90s supes are back, and we're so on board (re: We'd totally watch your speak show, Naomi). It is also, and arguably mostly, an homage to the video for George Michael's 1990 hit Freedom '90,” wherein Campbell and 4 other top rated models also lip-synced to Michael's lyrics. Somewhat ironically, provided this context, those included use of clothes as a metaphor, and focused on his shedding the manufactured public image of his Wham! days in pursuit of a extra genuine presentation of himself. David Fincher directed that video. Michael died final Christmas at age 53. She may perhaps have a fierce reputation but for these in the know, Naomi Campbell is famed for her seriously major heart. So its comes as no surprise that the supermodel is teaming up with Italian brand Diesel, for a collection that is dedicated to her Fashion For Relief charity - Youngster At Heart. I almost drop my pen. Is Campbell congratulating persons for not getting late? Devoid of irony? She, of course, is famously late or, in the PR's delicate phrasing, occasionally runs behind schedule”. Her mother made a grand return to the catwalk final week, closing the Versace show in Milan with fellow 'supers' Claudia Schiffer, 47, Naomi Campbell, 47, Helen Christensen, 48, and Carla Bruni, 49. The appointment of Enninful as Vogue editor was a groundbreaking moment. Quite a few will join Campbell in hoping the subsequent group image of Vogue employees will have a lot more than 1 BME face, but it will take extra than Enninful to transform the face of the fashion market. Lip-syncing in the campaign with the likes of up-and-coming supermodel Adwoa Aboah ('she's turn into in a league of her own and I am incredibly proud of her,' Naomi gushes), the nonetheless extremely in-demand supermodel and her bevvy of H&M beauties sport the brand's new collection, which is teaming with high-waisted trousers, high-neck puffa jackets, oversized knits, and cute-as-a-button pussy-bow polka-dot shirts. Shulman stepped down at the starting of August to be replaced by Edward Enninful, not only the first man but also the very first non-white individual to edit the influential magazine in its 100-year history. His appointment was heralded by several, including Campbell, as a moment of reckoning for the style market, which has a deeply entrenched issue with diversity and race across the board. Naomi Campbell is led out of the Midtown North Police Precinct by police officers in New York City on March 30, 2006. Campbell was charged with second-degree assault for allegedly hitting her housekeeper in the head with a phone in the course of an argument in her Park Avenue apartment. According to police, Campbell's 41-year-old housekeeper received 4 stitches.

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Noomi Rapace wows in a grey plaid jumpsuit on the front row of Givenchy’s Paris Fashion Week show

Noomi Rapace wows in a grey plaid jumpsuit as she heads up the FROW at Givenchy’s Paris Fashion Week show

By Gillian Fisher For Mailonline

Published: 19:50 EST, 1 March 2020 | Updated: 19:50 EST, 1 March 2020

She was last spotted partying at LOVE magazine’s star-studded bash for London Fashion Week. 

And Noomi Rapace showed off her passion for fashion in a striking grey plaid jumpsuit as she attended Givenchy’s Paris Fashion Week show on Sunday. 

Swedish beauty Noomi, 40, paired the stylish one-piece with a pair of white platform heels and showed off her slender waist with a monochrome leather belt.

Stylish: Noomi Rapace, 40, showed her passion for fashion in a striking grey plaid jumpsuit as she attended Givenchy’s Paris Fashion Week show on Sunday

The actress added to her androgynous ensemble with  a number of statement silver chains around her neck, including a cross and a heavy glass pendant.

Noomi highlighted her stunning cheekbones by slicking her mahogany tresses back into a high pony tail while keeping her make up minimal.

Fashion-loving Noomi achieved international fame for her portrayal of Lisbeth Salander in the Swedish film adaptations of Stieg Larsson’s Millennium series. 

The mother of one is know for her quirky sense of style and turned heads at the 2019 British Fashion Awards in a red silk suit complete with matching boots and top hat. 

Striking: Swedish beauty Noomi paired the stylish one-piece with a pair of white platform heels and showed off her slender waist with a monochrome leather belt

Stike a pose: Noomi added some sparkle to her outfit with a pair of diamond encrusted hoop earrings and several silver rings 

 Classy: Noomi highlighted her stunning cheekbones by slicking her mahogany tresses back into a high pony tail while keeping her make up minimal

Noomi had a bird’s eye view of Givenchy’s new Fall-Winter collection as she took her place in the front row of the French fashion house’s Paris Fashion Week show.

Givenchy’s latest collection was championed by supermodel Kaia Gerber, who stormed the runway in a number of breathtaking creations.

American model Kaia, 18, turned heads in a billowing red caped gown with a high leg split and long tapered sleeves. 

Scarlet woman: Givenchy’s latest collection was championed by supermodel Kaia Gerber, who stormed the runway in a number of breathtaking creations

Haunting: Kaia cut a stern figure as she stared straight ahead while strutting down the runway

Cindy Crawford’s daughter donned a pair of strappy lilac heels, while large silver earrings added a touch of bling to her look.

The teenage beauty has been modelling since the age of ten when she was signed to model Versace’s junior line.

Now at the height of her fame as an international model, Kaia has been headlining a number of couture collections at Paris Fashion Week, including Valentino, Chloé’ and Loewe. 

  On the catwalk: Earlier in the day, Kaia had also rocked the runway for Valentino’s Paris Fashion Week presentation

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Kate Moss And Naomi Campbell Steal Spotlight In Burberry FROW

Celebrities such as former Spice Girl Victoria Beckham and supermodel Naomi Campbell are just two high-profile sufferers of a condition that every year affects two-in-three women - foot discomfort. Naomi Campbell arrives at the party to celebrate re-opening of the Versace boutique on Fifth Avenue during Style Week in New York, Feb. 7, 2006. FRENCHKISSES Naomi Campbell arrives in Could 2005 at the Legends Ball, an award ceremony hosted by Oprah Winfrey honoring girls who paved the way in arts, entertainment and civil rights at the Bacara Resort & Spa in Santa Barbara, Calif. And lastly, in sharing her excitement for her pal Edward Enninful to take Schulman's spot as editor, Campbell also writes how she's "Looking forward to an inclusive and diverse employees now." This is but an additional reminder, in case we missed the message, that British Vogue and its former editor failed to employ an inclusive and diverse employees ahead of. Naomi Campbell, Tyra Banks, Twiggy, Gisele Bundchen, Christie Brinkley, Kate Moss, Cindy Crawford, Petra Nemcova, Beverly Johnson, Elle Macpherson, and Janice Dickinson are a couple of well known prime models who are recognized in all households all over America. Daria Werbowy, Gemma Ward, Lily Cole, Natalia Vodianova, and Karolina Kurkova are a couple of of the notable prime models of now. The Louis Vuitton organization utilizes excellent advertising skill by using larger profile actors and models utilised inside their campaigns. The much more present instance of this was Scarlett Johansson and Uma Thurman, prior to them had been Naomi Campbell, Kate Moss, Christina Ricci and Jennifer Lopez, amongst other individuals. The LV firm utilizes the print advertisements within larger fashion magazines, along with billboards inside prominent cities. She could have a fierce reputation but for those in the know, Naomi Campbell is famed for her seriously huge heart. So its comes as no surprise that the supermodel is teaming up with Italian brand Diesel, for a collection that is devoted to her Style For Relief charity - Kid At Heart. I practically drop my pen. Is Campbell congratulating individuals for not being late? With out irony? She, of course, is famously late or, in the PR's delicate phrasing, sometimes runs behind schedule”. Witless statements like that 1 served to muffle the sensible points Campbell has been creating about the fashion business for a extended time. The model may perhaps be tone deaf to coming across as a spoilt brat, but several senior figures in the business have a much more damaging lack of sensitivity. Naomi Campbell is a supermodel and has now added actor to her resume as she is on the new hit drama, "Empire." She just about turned down the part but was persuaded by producer Lee Daniels to accept the portion. Lip-syncing in the campaign with the likes of up-and-coming supermodel Adwoa Aboah ('she's turn into in a league of her own and I am really proud of her,' Naomi gushes), the still extremely in-demand supermodel and her bevvy of H&M beauties sport the brand's new collection, which is teaming with higher-waisted trousers, high-neck puffa jackets, oversized knits, and cute-as-a-button pussy-bow polka-dot shirts. Emily and Naomi do not speak till they meet at Freddie's shed. Naomi ultimately reveals her accurate feelings: that she had often loved Emily but she was scared by the effect Emily had on her, so she attempted anything to lessen it, including messing around with boys. However, she states that she is done operating, and presents to her two tickets to travel to Goa, India soon after graduation, and therefore she and Emily resolve their concerns. She is last seen getting a terrific time at the celebration at Freddie's shed with Emily and the rest of the gang. But Campbell was fast to clarify that The Coalition is not branding the listed labels as racist. "I'm saying the act of not deciding on models of colour is racist. We are not calling them racist, we are saying the act is racist," she mentioned. Naomi Campbell is taking challenge with British Vogue for the lack of diversity in its employees. Supermodel Naomi Campbell has made her South East Asian catwalk debut at Digital Style Week in Singapore.

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Kate Moss And Naomi Campbell Steal Spotlight In Burberry FROW

Naomi Campbell is a supermodel whose charity function centers about helping the kids and people of sub-Saharan Africa. When asked why he wanted to join forces with Kendall Jenner and Naomi Campbell explained that to him Kendall was the new millennial face of fashion and Naomi the queen of fashion”. Also adding style heft and taste is André Leon Talley, who has joined as style and style director. FRENCHKISSES And Kering, the parent corporation of Yves Saint Laurent and Gucci, is an investor. Campbell's profile in the style industry is greater ideal now than it has been considering that she ruled the catwalk two decades ago. As newly installed contributing editor of British Vogue, Campbell took an unmistakably strong seat in the front row of the Burberry show at London fashion week, in between editor-in-chief Edward Enninful and Kate Moss, who is also on the Vogue masthead. At Paris style week, Campbell was snapped emerging from lunch at the Ritz with fellow supermodel and former French 1st lady Carla Bruni. And on the Friday evening of Milan style week she just about broke the online in her metal-mesh Versace gown, as the central figure in the five-strong lineup of supermodels who joined Donatella for a catwalk tribute to her late brother. UK supermodel Campbell hardly shocked the music business with the announcement that, following the ‘success' of her ‘ghost-written' novel, she was about to launch a singing profession. After she recently walked in Diane von Furstenberg's spring 2014 runway show , we're convinced something is possible for fortysomething models. The iconic '90s supes are back, and we're so on board (re: We'd completely watch your speak show, Naomi). The Louis Vuitton corporation utilizes exceptional advertising skill by utilizing higher profile actors and models used inside their campaigns. The far more current instance of this was Scarlett Johansson and Uma Thurman, prior to them had been Naomi Campbell, Kate Moss, Christina Ricci and Jennifer Lopez, amongst other individuals. The LV organization utilizes the print ads within higher style magazines, along with billboards inside prominent cities. Last night, Naomi Campbell hosted the 12th annual Style for Relief catwalk show, which was raising income for Save the Young children. Models including Kate Moss, Heidi Klum, Bella Hadid and Kendall Jenner strutted their stuff in clothes by some of the world's most well-known fashion designers. And a nicely-structured suit isn't the only issue with the power to command interest, when you take into account Naomi's relentless calling out of the fashion and beauty industry's want to treat ladies of colour as additional than a passing fad. Now 2017 looks to be an equally superior year for Campbell, now aged 47, a profession arc that defies the norms of modelling. This is the age of the Naomissance. Naomi Campbell gets her hair done ahead of the Victoria's Secret style show Nov. 14, 2002. The annual fashion show was aired a week later on CBS. NAOMI Campbell is one of the world's 5 original supermodels, and has been in the business for far more than 30 years. Now the 47-year-old megamodel is making use of her enormous influence to lend others her support the way the Major Five” (you know, Naomi, Linda, Christy, Cindy , and Claudia) models did with a single one more.If an individual younger comes to me and says, ‘I was treated this way," she says, I am not afraid to speak about it.” But her influence extends properly beyond the fashion market: With her charity, Style for Relief, she's raised millions of dollars for victims of every thing from all-natural disasters to the refugee crisis. Her influence is not just unparalleled-it's really literally historic.Naomi is an inspiration to us,”says Jamaican model Tami Williams. The business enterprise of style may possibly have changed over her three-decade-plus profession, but Naomi's voice is as needed now as it ever was. Emily and Naomi do not speak till they meet at Freddie's shed. Naomi lastly reveals her true feelings: that she had generally loved Emily but she was scared by the effect Emily had on her, so she attempted everything to lessen it, like messing about with boys. On the other hand, she states that she is done operating, and presents to her two tickets to travel to Goa, India immediately after graduation, and therefore she and Emily resolve their problems. She is final observed obtaining a good time at the celebration at Freddie's shed with Emily and the rest of the gang. But Campbell was fast to clarify that The Coalition is not branding the listed labels as racist. "I am saying the act of not picking out models of colour is racist. We are not calling them racist, we are saying the act is racist," she stated. Naomi Campbell is taking problem with British Vogue for the lack of diversity in its staff. Supermodel Naomi Campbell has produced her South East Asian catwalk debut at Digital Style Week in Singapore.