Kitkatoleary

Everyone knew the name Lovino Vargas. If you didn’t that meant you were living a rock for the last few years. He was a famous fashion designer and some of his creations were seen all over the country, Europe, Asia, everywhere. He did what he did with pride and he was unisex and some of his creations cost almost nothing but some of his designs cost an arm, leg, and even spleen. Sometimes he would charity auctions, even a rumor that he once walked into a high school arts and crafts fair saw a that the drama and arts department were selling their costumes and other creations to keep the art programs open. He bought them out, gave them back

“Eoin, you have to wear your special cologne!” Artie was helping his big brother get ready for his evening with Miss _____________. Since he and his brothers lived pretty close to each other, it wasn’t hard for Artie to visit whenever he wanted. No one minded but they always called Mumsy to so she would where he was. After school, Artie made a beeline to Eoin’s house to help him with his date. “It’s not a date, Artie, we’re just having tea and talking, that’s it,” “Alone right?” “Right,” “Without Liam or Allistor,” “Yes,” “Then it

----Time to Sleep---- You angrily pace the length of Mindfang's cabin. You really don't have a problem staying on this ship, but what if he was just joking? What if the moment he comes back to this room, he tries to make you do things? You refuse to be used. You growl furiously and punch the nearest wall. The door opens at the same time. Mindfang cocks a brow at your actions and you sneer, ignoring the pain in your fist. "What are you doing?" He asks. "Punching the wall, dumbass! What the hell does it look like I'm doing?" You exclaim. "You don't want me to answer that." He smirks. You watch as he starts to unbutton his jacket. He wears

Tereza Pyrope: That's when someone taps the rail by your foot. You look down to see a cane. Following it to the holder you see a familiar boy. Tereza Pyrope. He's in a lot of your classes at school. "T-Tereza?" You stutter. What is he doing here? "Hey (y/n)." He greets with one of his usual teasing grins. He adjusts his red glasses and pushes some of his hair out of his face. Tereza has short black hair that curls outward at the tips, and a fringe that parts over his forehead. He always sports his trademark red glasses and cane. He's blind. You've never seen his eyes, but others have told you they're red. You're not very close to him so y

A wet cloth lightly patted your face before coming to rest on your forehead, feeling cool against your clammy skin. Your arm and leg throbbed slightly, too, while a heated gaze pricked your skin. “Dad, stop staring.” A familiar voice hissed, causing the heat of the gaze to disappear. Reaching up hesitantly and tentatively, you touched the cloth. It felt like cotton and was completely soaked, not just wet. Man your sense must really be fired for you not to tell the difference. After a moment, you took it and dragged it down and across your face. It felt so soothingly good and a blissful sigh slipped through your lips as you basked