#art block is beating my ass right now

[uhlillie]

sharing some my older art since art block is beating my ass 😔

one of the many theme songs i have for them in my head:

(i also have a playlist for them but it's a mess and i find it embarrassing)

(actually i might cry again listening to honeybee)

[iyohme]

A six-tatami room, my pretty castle

A secret place nobody ought to enter (yeah)

-GHOST FOOD

I lied, have a brainworm and now i must spit it out

We know the confinement phase with the Wayne Family after the abduction, right? Right!

I raise: gamer reader with the mindset of 'Well, I get to live here for free (and I'd be a DUNCE to refuse in this economy,) so I might as well just make myself comfortable (or as comfortable as I can.)'

Dick and Tim can and will preen when you invite them to play multiplayer games. Casually ask them if they know so-and-so, then watch them either A.) listen to you yap about artifact drop rates in Genshin Impact (Tim), or B.) actively pull up their phone to google said game and immediately create an account (Dick).

With his analytical mind, Tim can and WILL enjoy Genshin's artifact farming and character building phase. Dude hates the open world exploration but is much more amenable to it if it's co-op with you, the favorite sibling. Thinks about rigging the game's code so you'll get the artifact drops you want, but decides against it because if HYV bans his account, then no more co-op exploration time with batsib :C. Dude might also enjoy indie RPGmaker games, especially ones with more complicated puzzles and mysteries.

Dick on the other hand has shit Genshin character builds. Tim bullies him for it. You build Dick's teams for him anyway because he has insane 50/50 pull luck, so who's laughing now? Prefers the open-world exploration aspect of the game with you, and his characters tend to run out of stamina and drown in the early phases lmao. Dick likes boss and domain runs; and to the trained eye, one can see that Nightwing might incorporate some of the more plausible moves of your mains into his fighting. Might also enjoy chill games like Animal Crossing or Stardew Valley!

Jason in one word is a genwunner. Dude is stuck in 'there are only 151 Pokémon' mode. Call him old-fashioned, but handheld consoles are the way to go for Red Hood: compact, can be carried, and you can play with them anytime and anywhere. When you pull up an emulator and explain that "Yeah, since the game isn't sold anywhere anymore, it's like a courtesy thing in fandom I guess, to distribute it discretely. Keeps the game alive. Still a form piracy though. Please don't tell Ba--uh, Dada."

We already know: Damian likes FPS games. Probably blocked by a lot of Valorant players with how sharp his tongue is. Still the best carry of all time though--only for his favorite, blood-related sibling (you). The rest can get sniped. Greyson and Todd, mostly. Would probably enjoy the newer Resident Evil series; though if you want, he would just about play any game with you. I imagine he'd like the horror, FPS, and art intersection in the Fatal Frame series.

Harmless secret and not-really crime with the new sibling he (lovingly) bullies (but no one else should bully)? Hell yeah. Watch him run through the damn mew glitch with one hand behind his back and catch you the three legendary bird Pokémon in record time. If forced to play a newer game, Jason would enjoy Bloodborne, probably. And HADES, especially if you mention how "Wow, you look a LOT like Prince Zagreus, big brother," watch him fold like a wet rag after giving you a noogie lmao. If you bargained really well, you could get him to play Zenless Zone Zero; dude would be a Billy Main. Also probably beats your ass in Tekken, so you bribe beg Damian to step in as proxy.

Because I play Hoyogames (and because you can co-op with up to three people in Genshin), I imagine Damian would also play with you. Being a child (despite being an assassin,) he'd definitely pick the opposite of whatever player character you choose. You chose Stelle? He gets Caelus. You choose Aether? He gets Lumine. You choose Belle? He chooses Wise. It's a comforting, smile-bringing thought to him, that you are siblings even inside fictional worlds. Any playable character with a canonical sibling that you get? He's getting the other pair. It'd be cute, except his team comps get messy, so you run it through tests. (All according to his plan, heheh.)

Cass is one step ahead of everyone and was probably the one to suss out your gaming hobby. She spots your collection of Visual Novels, and puts it to good practice to watch and read with you. Would probably enjoy VNs like Doki Doki Literature Club. Probably would also play Dungeon Exploration RPGs like Momodora and Momodora: Reverie Under the Moonlight. Has the uncanny ability to never get lost in game dungeons. Stuck in an area? Cass is on the case!

Bruce frowns upon too much gaming, so he regulates your game hours (and has a timetable for everyone) regarding which game to play. Alfred also enforces it. So does Barbara. You do get to wheedle him into playing Pokémon Sword or Shield with a bit of begging and "Look Dada, I named my Crobat after you!" watch him soften when he googles and sees that Crobat only evolves after maximum friendship levels. He might like psychological thriller mystery pointer games that can be played in increments like Fran Bow, maybe? And battle royale games like Tekken: Bruce has a competitive streak a mile wide and will not go easy on you. Is very smug upon winning. If you get him as a proxy in Tekken, Jason will bolt because he will not be betting about staying over for dinner. The match would be rigged in Bruce's favor anyway.

Barbara on the other hand, loves hack and slash games. Get her to play HADES and compete on who has the fastest runs, and she will take up the next few hours of the game time schedule, much to her smug delight. She'd also love the atmosphere of the indie RPG Horror Ib, I think? The whole surreal, comfortable horror interspersed with time limit puzzles really does get adrenaline flowing after all. Gets very alert when playing Chilla's Art games and side-scrollers like Tsugunohi. Subtle horror is very much up her alley.

All in all, isn't this quite a comfortable life? A bit lonely perhaps, you could say, but with a family who loves you above all else and endless games, what else could you need?

Stay with them.

They'll die without you, after all.

[oik-tooru]

KEY CHANGE — s. koushi

CHAPTER 6 - DEVELOPMENT

a/n this chapter has a written section so pls read! ALSO I JUST NOTICED THE MISTAKE IN THE LAST PHOTO OOPS IM SORRY

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once the final note dissipated into the air, i sat up on the old, ragged couch and clapped furiously.

“that was so good you guys!”

from the opposite end of the room, tooru flashed me a smile as he set his bass down. rin’s hand popped up from the back, giving me a thumbs up in the air.

“i’m glad you’re enjoying yourself y/n,” semi said, smiling. “alright let’s take a break. fifteen minutes?”

i felt a soft nudge against my shoulder and i turned my head. koushi stood there, holding out an ice cold water bottle. i thanked him softly and he smiled before plopping down on the couch next to me.

“thanks again for inviting me over,” i said. “it was really cool to see all the behind the scenes stuff you guys do.”

“of course!” tooru exclaimed, claiming the spot to my right. “plus we’ve been wanting to meet you for a while. koushi cannot stop talking about you—ow!”

“you and that mouth of yours,” koushi mumbled through gritted teeth. i laughed lightly, turning my attention over to the silver haired guitarist.

“so you’ve been talking about me, hmm?” i raised my eyebrows, watching as a slight blush creeped up onto his cheeks. “don’t tell me you’ve been spilling all my secrets, koushi.”

“don’t worry, no one knows about your criminal background.”

“hey! i don’t have—shut up!”

koushi started laughing and i threw a pillow at his face. from the corner of my eye, i saw rin nudge semi’s shoulder and a knowing look passed between the two of them.

“as much as i like seeing koushi get his ass beat,” rin interjected, sitting himself down on the rug, “tell us a bit more about you, y/n. you said you’re in uni, right? what’s your major?”

“i’m a visual arts major,” i said proudly.

“oh that’s cool,” semi said. “so you do a lot of work with painting and sculpting?”

“mostly yeah! i work with all different kinds of mediums but painting is definitely my favorite. it’s what i chose for an exhibition coming up soon.”

koushi perked up, eyes sparkling. “speaking of, how’s that coming along? did you start working on it again?”

i averted my eyes, embarrassed. “um, i tried. nothing’s come to me yet.”

koushi’s eyebrows furrowed in concern and he placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. the sudden contact had me reeling and i had to force myself not to show any reaction.

what’s going on with me?

“ahh you’re having a creative block,” semi nodded understandingly. “we, unfortunately, know that feeling all too well.”

the others mumbled in agreement and i gave them a thoughtful look. “how do you guys overcome that? i feel like i’ve tried everything but nothing’s helping.”

tooru clapped his hands suddenly, catching me so off guard i ended up leaning to my left. i felt koushi’s hand drop from my shoulder and onto my lower back. i spared a glance in his direction and he looked just as surprised as me, his hand lingering on my back for a few more seconds before he jerked it away, realizing where it had been.

i pretended not to notice.

“what you need is a muse!” tooru exclaimed. i tilted my head to side.

“a…muse?”

he nodded excitedly, arms flailing about. “yeah! a muse to help inspire you. we all have one.”

“oh?”

“mine is my boyfriend,” tooru said proudly.

“mine’s my mom,” semi said, a soft smile gracing his face.

“mine’s my little sister,” rin mumbled sheepishly, causing my heart to swell.

i turned my head expectantly. “koushi, who’s yours?”

a few beats of awkward silence passed, the other three passing each other concerned looks. i looked between the four of them, confused.

“uh well…i don’t actually have one,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his head. “i used to but—”

he abruptly cut himself off, eyes widening as if realizing he revealed a little too much. instead he waved his hand and changed the subject.

“but i don’t have one now so…" he smiled weakly, and now it was my turn to place my hand on his shoulder.

“well looks like we’re in the same boat,” i said, trying to cheer him up. “maybe we can help each other find our muses!”

that pulled a soft chuckle from him and the middle of my chest began to warm up. i don’t know why, but seeing him happy felt good.

“good luck with that y/n,” tooru sighed, “kou’s such a stick in the mud i’m not sure you’ll even—hey don’t hit me!”

a pillow flew from over my head, landing right smack on tooru’s face.

“and that’s our cue. alright everyone, break’s over let’s get back to it!” semi clapped his hands twice, ushering the other members to stand back up. i giggled at their antics and leaned back on the couch, eyes glancing over to koushi as he picked his guitar back up.

for the rest of practice, all i could look at was him.

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[soulcialdent]

Day 4: يقبرني Ya'aburnee (Arabic)

A way to declare your hope that your loved one will outlive you, as it would be unbearable to Live without them.

(Continuation from Day 1: Saudade Entry)

That night after sending the paper plane Neji dreamed about her. There was few different scenes that flashed behind his eyes but there was one he remembered vividly. Probably because it was something that really happened. 

It was the day of the infamous Konohagakure Middle School Brawl. Tenten was known around town for being a hardass. Well, not really a hard ass but she liked to fight. After being bullied for years for being an outsider. She got fed up and slapped the shit out of one of her bullies.  From about 4th grade and on, this made her target. She ended up fighting all the time.

Her parents enrolled her into martial arts classes to help mitigate some of her anger. That’s where she and Neji meet. The winter between junior and senior year of elementary school. They became fast friends eventually attending middle school together. 

Fast forward to the third year in middle school. She had calmed down a bit and it helped that Neji and Lee were there to reign her in and keep her out of trouble-most of the time. Which was a tall task because a lot of people just didn't like her. 

On this day in particular. It just so happened to be a school festival day.  It was packed and raining on and off the entire time. Neji was in the student council office retrieving some supplies.  The door bursts open. 

“Neji Ni-san, it's Tenten. Lee needs to come right now. There out back by the tennis courts “ 

Neji dropped what he was doing. He brushed passed hinata and started running down the hall to head outside as fast as his feet would carry him. When finally did make it out back. The crowd was so thick that he knew he was gonna have a hard time getting thru. But moved as swiftly as he could. 

That's when he saw them. Lee held on to both her hands trying to keep her attention. Naruto stood right next to body blocking her.  Neji ran over to them out of breath. 

“Tenten, are you okay? What's going on” he checked to see if she was injured. 

“I'm fine. I just need to go talk to someone for a second. Lee won't let me go”

Neji was confused. 

“I'm pretty sure she didn't mention it but we've been having some issues with some of Technical Middle School kids. We found them beating up and robbing some freshmen. Turned out they were low level Anbu gang members.  They’ve been taunting us all day”  said Naruto 

“Okay then, let me take you home”  she looked at Lee  “Lee, can you let Iruka Sensei know that i’m taking Tenten home. If he asks, she's not feeling well. 

“Here, take my bike. It’ll be faster” Naruto tossed, his keys into Neji. “It's blue and orange with a frog lock. “Yelled the blonde as he and Lee rushed off to go find Iruka Sensei.

“Come on Tenten” Neji grab her hand and begin pulling her through the crowd. “Were you planning on telling me any of this”

“No, I didn't want you worrying about me” 

“I'm always worry about you. Especially when I’m not around. You do reckless things” 

Tenten scuffed 

“I’m sorry to disappoint you then if that's the case. But what was I supposed to do? Let the those kids get stomped out”

She had a point

“You did the right thing. But what's been happening today?” 

“They been trying to lure me into fighting all day. I'm not sure, how many members are here. But their leader Temari is definitely here. Her second in command I think, his name is Kankuro. He rolled up on me earlier. But Lee scared him off. 

“So what’s your plan?  Did you plan to fight them all by yourself”

“Yeah, if that's how it's gotta be then that's how it's gotta be”

Neji remembers how much that reveal hurt him.

“This is a suicide mission. Are you trying to die?” 

Tenten halted, standing her ground. But I didn't answer him.  And when she didn't answer he continued.

“I don't want you to die”

Tenten flinched, and fear flashed through her eyes and Neji let go. She took a deep breath and stood really tall. 

“Of course not. I just don't want to be scared anymore” 

He hadn't expecting those words out of her mouth. Tenten always seemed so fearless. She was the swing and ask questions later type. That's why Neji had vowed to always protect her.  He really didn't know who he was without her. 

“How does putting your life in danger fix that? I am seriously trying to understand” 

She pondered his words while looking around. 

“I'm not sure it does. If I give them what they want. They'll go away.  I can take solace in knowing that I'm not a coward” 

Tenten was one of the bravest and kindness people he knew. She was a lot of things but a coward, never.

“I understand but I'm still taking you home. We’ll come up with a better solution. "Neji reaches out, to grab her hand again so they continue moving.

But a loud scream echoed behind them. They both swiftly turned around. Somebody had punched Naruto in the back of his head. Two other people started running at him.

Neji went to grab her but missed. Tenten ran across the school yard and kicked one of the attackers right in their back. 

Neji found himself running right behind her and grabbing the second attacker by his shirt and judo flipping him. 

Tenten helped Naruto up and a group of guys and girls with bats, chains and started running at them.  All hell broke was about the brakes loose. The rain started picking up, making visibility almost impossible. 

Neji was sure that were going to die that day.  Neji made peace with it because at the very least they were together. He wants it any other way. Through some what Neji couldn't only assume was divine intervention, they all survived. 

 Lee’s broke one of his legs. Naruto broke his hand and a few broken ribs. Tenten tore her.  A Achilles tendon and few broken ribs. Loving her had brought really hard lessons and Neji the scars to prove it.  But he wouldn't have had it any other way. 

Ya'aburnee

[radama-zard]

Dungeons & Drabbles 2023

Day 2 - Step

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FCG & Ashton - ModernHuman AU

Steps.

Why did it always have to be steps?

What was wrong with a nice, accessible ramp? They were easier for everyone, nobody had to fear tripping down or up them, parents with strollers could get inside, injured folk didn't have to struggle… and Fresh Cut Grass could have a little of his independence back, being able to wheel themself in with their wheelchair.

But of course life was hardly ever that kind.

A tired sigh slipped past their lips as he stared up at the flight of stairs, blocking them from the sweet little cafe they’d been oh so excited to try out. A customer, Jester, they thought, had been raving about the cupcakes here, and knowing the woman to be a real pastry connoisseur, Fresh Cut Grass had near instantly wanted to get a few themself.

But that dream seemed so cruelly out of reach now.

“Man, you’d think fucker’s would have caught on by now. Shit like this doesn't fly these days! Fancy new chairs and tables, but the owner can't be assed to make their business accessible. Bastard!”

Oh how they startled, jolting in such a way that almost had Fresh Cut Grass and their chair veering dangerously close to toppling. A solid, scarred hand steadied them, letting his frantically beating heart finally come to a rest.

“Fuck! Didn't mean to scare ya like that. My bad. You alright?”

“Y-Yeah! You just gave me a right startling, is all. I'm a-okay!”

“That's a relief. I’d feel like crap if I’d sent your heart packin’ or something…”

Did… Did the stranger look guilty? Well, that just wouldn't do at all! After all, a stranger was just a friend you hadn't met, and the last thing Fresh Cut Grass ever wished to see was a friend all sad and down in the dumps!

“It's fine, really! I spook real easy, my friend Imogen says I’d jump at my own shadow if I ever forgot it was there! But you're not scary yourself. I like your purple hair, and the eyeliner! Oh, and your cane too! Did you decorate it yourself? It looks fun-spooky!”

The stranger stared down at them, slowly blinking as their one good eye focused down on Fresh Cut Grass, taking in everything from their chunky cerulean blue box braids and round, thick glasses, to their bright yellow sweater and mismatched fingerless gloves. In contrast to their own ragged leather vest, covered in hand stitched patches and badges, deep red plaid pants and spiked belts, topped off with boots so hefty they looked able to smash someone’s head in… Well, they couldn't look more different.

Yet Fresh Cut Grass still smiled up at them, all warm and welcoming and so completely genuine that it seemed to catch them off guard.

“Most people would just flip me off and tell me to get fucked,” they muttered, leaning heavily upon their cane before shrugging and sticking a hand in their pocket, seemingly relaxing. “I didn't decorate this shit myself. A friend did. She’s one hell of a spooky ass bitch. Real arts and crafty. But anyway. I’m Ashton. Ashton Greymoore. You?"

“Oh, right! Introductions! Smiley Day to ya, Ashton, I’m Fresh Cut Grass!”

There was a beat of silence, more than a tad awkward, as Fresh Cut Grass awaited their response. Likely a laugh or a roll of the eyes or maybe even a sneer! Most people were funny about names when they weren't the most normal.

Not Ashton though.

No. He grinned, wide and bright and just shimmering with absolute delight.

“That's one hell of a name. You picked it yourself?”

“I did! It's my favorite smell. Ya don't think it's… weird?”

“Oh no, it's weird. But, I mean, fuck, have you looked at me? I like weird,” Ashton grinned wider, throwing one last glance at the inaccessible cafe as something shifted once more in his demeanor. “I know a place a few blocks from here. Unlike these fuckers, they actually give a fuck about people like us. Wanna join me there, Grass?”

“... Do they do cupcakes?” Fresh Cut Grass asked, their mind already made up before Ashton even had a chance to answer.

“Freshly baked in house. So… You coming?”

“I’d love t’ join ya! Thank ya kindly, Ashton!”

Their laughter in turn was rough and harsh, yet the warmth it held settled deep within Fresh Cut Grass’ tired bones… and within moments, he couldn't even quite remember why they’d been upset at all.

[parkerslatte]

Big Love || TWO

Warren Rojas x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.7k

Part Summary: Y/N shows up for work late and reunites with a familiar face.

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TRACK TWO;

SKIPS A BEAT

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WARREN ROJAS: After Y/N moved, we tried to keep in contact but eventually we just drifted apart. I was sad about it, but what could we do?

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Y/N spread blue paint across the canvas, making sure to cover it completely. She had piles of unfinished work scattered around her apartment, nearly making her living area uninhabitable. Sighing, Y/N leant back looking at the canvas, she had only one colour painted but she had no motivation or inspiration to do anything else. When she first sat down, she had an amazing idea in mind but as she was doing it, the idea fell flat and uninteresting. 

Rubbing her hands across her face, Y/N let out a groan. None of her paintings were going right. Getting up from her stool, Y/N headed into her bedroom and slumped down onto her bed, closing her eyes. It was silent, the only sound heard was the sound of the clock ticking. 

Y/N hated silence, she wanted to hear music playing around her apartment but her record player broke that week and she couldn’t afford to pay for a new one, she could barely afford her rent currently. 

Opening her eyes and looking at the clock situated on the wall, Y/N’s eyes widened, “Shit!”

Quickly getting up from the bed, she threw open the doors to her closet and rummaged through it for something appropriate to wear, not something stained with paint.

“Shit, shit, shit.” She muttered, pulling clothes from her closet. 

Peeling off the paint covered clothes from her body, Y/N quickly changed into her clean pair of clothes and quickly put her shoes on and left the house. She walked as fast as she could to the club she worked at. Entering through the back entrance, she let out a sigh of relief.

“Y/N!” Her co-worker, Daniel, said as he approached her, “Where were you? I’ve been covering your ass for an hour now.”

“Sorry,” Y/N says, “I was distracted with my panting and completely forgot the time.”

“Were you distracted with painting or distracted while not painting, you told me you’ve had art block for weeks now.” Daniel says.

“I know,” Y/N says, “I won’t be late again.”

“You better not be,” Daniel says, “Because I can’t keep covering for you.”

Y/N nodded and looked out at the crowd, “What’s up with the crowd? There’s normally not this many people.”

“A new band Teddy Price is producing is performing.” Daniel explains. 

“Hopefully they’re good,” Y/N says, “I would kill to listen to some good music right now.”

As Y/N took the many orders she had for drinks, the band was called to the stage. She didn’t pay any attention as they went up on the stage as she was too busy remembering everyone’s orders. However, as the band began to play, Y/N stopped in her tracks. 

It had been years since she had heard that voice but she would recognise it anywhere. Turning to look at the stage, Y/N’s eyes nearly bulged out of her head.

“Daniel, I’m going on my break.” Y/N says.

“You can’t, we’ve got loads of people to get through.” Daniel says.

“Please,” Y/N begged, “It will only be for five minutes, I promise.”

Daniel sighed, “Five minutes only.”

“Thanks!” Y/N exclaimed, pressing a kiss to Daniel’s cheek and rushed away, fighting her way through the crowd until she was standing at the front of the stage. 

As her eyes scanned over the band members, she identified them all one by one, the only one she didn’t recognise was the girl on the stage playing the keyboard. As Y/N made eye contact with the drummer her heart skipped a beat, he looked the same as she remembered but older. 

As the song came to a close, Warren looked out at the crowd and he felt like he froze up. There standing front and centre of the audience was the girl he never thought he would see again. 

“Y/N!” Daniel says, appearing at her side, “Come on, I’m the only one behind the bar.”

Y/N spared a final glance at Warren before she disappeared into the crowd and back to the bar. 

The whole time the band played, Y/N was desperately trying to look over the crowd to see the band but it was no use, the crowd was too big and she was too far back to see. As she took people’s orders and began making their drinks, she continuously gave people the wrong drinks altogether, getting the orders mixed up, leaving it to Daniel to correct them.

“Y/N,” Daniel says, “What’s going on with you tonight?”

“I don’t know,” Y/N says, “I think I’m just a little distracted.”

“You can say that,” Daniel says, “Why don’t you leave work early tonight, get home and have some sleep.”

“I can’t leave you here to deal with this crowd.” Y/N says. 

“I’ll be okay,” Daniel says, “I’ve basically been working on my own all night anyways.”

“Sorry.” Y/N says sheepishly. 

“It’s fine,” Daniel says, giving her a smile to reassure her, “Now go home and get some rest.”

Y/N nodded and stepped out from behind the bar and exited the building. Instead of going home, Y/N lingered, waiting for the band to come out. Her arms were folded across her chest to keep herself warm as she stood in the cold night air. As she stood there, her mind began to play tricks on itself, convincing her that she was just hallucinating the band and they weren’t really there. The longer Y/N stood out in the cold, the more she believed it to be true. 

Tapping her foot on the floor impatiently Y/N looked around in case she missed the band leaving the building, there was no one around her. 

“I’m telling you, Eddie,” Warren says, stepping out the building, “It was Y/N.”

“Are you sure?” Eddie says, “I mean it’s been years since we’ve last seen her.”’

“I’m sure,” Warren says, “I can’t forget a face like hers.”

Y/N perked up and her head snapped to the left after overhearing the conversation. Looking at the two band members made her feel like she was fourteen again. A grin spread across her face.

“Warren!” Y/N calls out, approaching the two. 

Warren’s head snaps up and he makes eye contact with Y/N. The whole world stands still as their eyes meet, the sounds around them becoming muffled. Throwing his cigarette down on the floor, he rushed over to her.

“Wait, that’s Y/N?” Eddie says but Warren couldn’t hear him. 

As the two met in the middle, Y/N threw her arms around Warren’s neck, pulling him into a bone crushing hug. Warren held her body tight against him and buried his head into her neck. 

“Oh my god,” Y/N mumbled, “It’s really you.”

Warren didn’t reply, he simply clung onto her tiger, closing his eyes and imagining that they were the only two people around. Her hair still smelt the same as it did when they were younger, and the smell brought back many memories for Warren, memories so specific that he had forgotten over the years they had been apart. 

Y/N didn’t really know what to think, she never thought she would see Warren again let alone hold him in her arms. She gripped tightly onto him, afraid that if she let go, she would realise she would have been imagining it all.

“I missed you.” Warren mumbled into her shoulder. 

“I missed you too.” Y/N whispered. 

As Y/N opened her eyes, she saw the figure of who was standing just behind the pair. Pulling away from Warren, Y/N wrapped her arms around him.

“I missed you too, Eddie.” Y/N says hugging her other friend. 

“Yeah,” Eddie says in surprise, “I missed you too.”

As Y/N pulled away from Eddie and stepped back, Warren’s arm was immediately wrapped around her waist, pulling her lightly into his side.

“What are you guys doing in LA?” Y/N asks, her smile radiant, “Well, obviously the band, but why are you here?”

“Well we were told that if we wanted to make it big, we needed to come here,” Eddie explains, “So, here we are.”

“And you’re signed by Teddy Price?” Y/N says, looking between the two, “Do you realise how big that is? There are so many bands and artists that pass through who only dream of that opportunity.”

Warren didn’t reply to anything Y/N said, he continued to look at her like she held up the moon. 

“When did you even get here?” Y/N questioned, looking at Warren.

Snapping out of his daydream, Warren answered, “About five months ago.”

“I’m so happy to see you guys,” Y/N says, “It’s been years.”

“Seven years.” Warren says.

“That long?” Y/N says, “Wow, I’m surprised how you lived without me.”

“Well Warren-”

“Hey, shouldn’t we head back inside,” Warren says, cutting Eddie off, “We’re probably ready to start another song.”

Eddie raised his eyebrow at Warren but complied with his friend's orders, heading back into the building, leaving Y/N and Warren alone. 

“Do you want to come back in?” Warren questions, “It’s gonna be a good show.”

“I’d love to but I’m technically meant to be working and my coworker sent me home and if he sees me back in there he'll probably blow up on me.” Y/N explained. 

“Right, that’s fine.” Warren says, trying to hide his disappointment. 

“But,” Y/N says, pulling out a pen from her pocket and grabbing Warren’s hand, “After your show, you can come to my apartment.”

Y/N wrote down her address on Warren’s hand and smiled at him. The feeling of Y/N’s hand holding his was a feeling that Warren had missed. 

“Have a great show, Warren,” Y/N says, kissing his cheek, “I’ll see you later.”

Y/N gave one final smile to Warren before leaving down the street. Warren watched her walk away, a dopey smile on his face. 

“I thought you were following me in?” Eddie says, appearing at Warren’s side.

“Yeah, I’m coming now.” Warren says, tearing his eyes away from where Y/N had disappeared. 

Eddie, noticing the change in Warren’s behaviour sighed, “You’re still not over her?”

“Whatever, man, let’s just go in.” Warren says, pushing Eddie back through the doors. 

… WARREN ROJAS: Seeing Y/N again brought back all of the feelings I forgot about in the years we’d been apart. She just didn’t feel the same way.

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[poyo-shooty-art]

I don't have another way to post this and my AO3 is forever marked with cringe so....

In celebration of me reviving this au, here's the original fan fiction from March!!!

(and some old ugly ass art)

Peppino stood panting, fists clenched as he stared down Pizzahead. He won, he can finally have his tower back. But Pizzahead started laughing as he got up.

"Is it really that easy to win?" He chuckled as he stood up and popped his back with a comical sound.

He pulled the death ray out of his pocket and grinned.

"Don't a you dare.... I'LL A PUMMEL YOU!" Peppino screamed, clearly ready to start another round.

Pizzahead leaned on the machine and smiled, "Oh don't worry. Your restaurant will be fine"

His hand glided towards a dial and twisted it.

"You however.... Won't go home anytime soon."

Peppino's eyes widened as the ray fired up, he had no way to escape. The exit is blocked and the only way down is a five story fall. He froze for a brief moment. And was struck with a powerful blast of energy....

The toonish pizza smiled and walked over to Peppino's body carefully.

"Well well well.... Looks like you have a big problem Peppino" Pizzahead laughed

Peppino opened his eyes and looked at Pizzahead and all he could do. Was scream

"YEEOOOOOOOOW"

This gave Pizzahead an opening to snatch the chef from where he stood with glee.

"Oh look at you! You're kinda cute when you're tiny!" He cooed

Peppino went straight to biting Pizzahead's finger out of fear.

"GET THE HELL A AWAY FROM ME!!!" He screamed

Pizzahead recoiled and gripped the Italian hard.

"Oh you're so silly!" He grimaced with a smile, "You can't even get away from me!"

He dropped Peppino in his overall pocket, he flailed and cursed Pizzahead out. But there was no escape to Peppino's knowledge, he was too busy trying to break the pocket and tear it to shreds. He is going to KILL Pizzahead when he gets his hands on him, no matter how small they are!

Pizzahead gleefully skipped to a room filled top to bottom with copyright free toy bricks, each making huge structures. One in particular being a crude model of the tower. Figures held together by an oozy and sticky cheese scattered on the floor.

Pizzahead grabbed Peppino by his tank top and smiled, "Welcome to your new home!"

Peppino's eyes darted around, he couldn't stay here at all! He is not going to be some glorified toy! He saw a small hole in the purple brink wall and hoped he could run fast enough to escape. Clearly he wasn't able to beat Pizzahead into a Pizzapulp right now

Pizzahead dropped the Italian on top of the miniature tower and smiled, "Now then! You get to stay here forever! With all these lovely buildings"

Peppino glared, if he wasn't wearing shoes he might as well have be standing on rocks.

Pizzahead clasped his hands together, "Now! Let's have a bit of fun!"

He picked up one of the figures and smiled at Peppino.

"Oh Peppino Peppino! Let down your hair!" He giggled

Peppino stared as the figure dripped with cheese, "uhhhh...."

"Oh wait! Your bald!" Pizzahead laughed at him, finding this hilarious.

Peppino's eye was caught by a rat sniffing around as he stared off in annoyance. However, Pizzahead's eye was also caught as it squeaked a bit too loud

"EUGH! A rat!" Pizzahead screamed as he grabbed a giant mallet and dropped the figure to chase it. It squeaked in apparent horror and scurried away down the hall.

Peppino has his chance! He had to make his escape fast.

Peppino took a deep breath, "Please don't come back, PLEASE don't come back..."

He jumped off the tower and hoped whatever was down on the floor would cushion his fall. If he failed, who knows what torment would await him. Dress up? Car crash? It didn't matter, it was all hell. And he needed to leave. He braced himself and hoped for the best.

* SPLAT *

Peppino had landed in a pile of cheese. He quickly tried to get out of the sticky cheese, as he heard the running approach. Periodically punctuated by the slamming of a giant hammer. Peppino's struggles went from frantic to panicked.

Then, it was too late. Pizzahead was back and still hammering at the rat. Then the rat ran towards Peppino.

"WAIT WAIT WAIT NO BAD RAT!!!!" He screamed

The rat ran up to him and started eating the cheese around him. Pizzahead hesitated to hit the rat now, if he hit the rat. He'd also hit Peppino, and he has *plans* for Peppino. He tried to grab Peppino away from the rat and his cheesy prison. However he was met with a nasty bite.

"WHY YOU LITTLE!-"

He tried to kick the rat, but it was too late. Peppino was free and was given no time. The rat grabbed the Italian by his shirt and dashed away as if its life depended on it. Pizzahead fell flat on his back and crawled after.

He chased the two through the room, heading straight for the large crack in the bricks. The rat galloped towards the hole and slid in last minute.

"Ok... Good rat... Now leave me al-OHHHH" Peppino screamed, at first trying to thank the rat for what it did.

Pizzahead stuck his entire arm in the wall to have a chance at grabbing Peppino.

"Oh Peppino!... Get out here!!..." He growled a bit peeved, far from a bit actually.

The rat just grabbed Peppino and ventured further into the walls.

"This is going to be a long day..." Peppino sighed, being held like a baby rat by the slowly breaking seam of his tank top.

It had been what felt like hours to Peppino, all the scenery was the same. Hard to see purple bricks with the occasional glob of pizza ingredients, the sound of the rats feet pattering on the cold stone and it's squeaking were the sounds he could hear.

He sighed, where was this rat taking him? It can't be far from some weird nest right?

"Stupid rat, saving my life and taking me to some stupid nest..." Peppino grumbled to himself.

The rat hissed slightly at that, this thing knows English.... Peppino rolled his eyes, he really didn't want to be in the walls anymore.

The rat stopped and tugged on a cloth and moved it out of its way, it made a straight beeline for a messy nest of scraps in a large opening. Peppino landed with a cushioned thud and looked at the cloths with disgust, he hoped they were clean. The rat licked his forehead and scurried off into another area.

"EUGH.... Gross..." Peppino cringed as he wiped his face.

He looked around the space, cheese, cheese, scrap fabric, more cheese. Yup, this is a rat nest. However a smell wafted through the area, like cooking. Good cooking even! Peppino got up and brushed himself off. He felt his tank top sag from all it's been through.

"Welp... This thing is about to give out....." He sighed as he peeled the pseudo apron off.

"Gonna have to fix this somehow when I get home..... If I get home..."

Peppino looked over at the hole the rat entered, and entered himself. Inside was an entire living space made entirely of "trash". A bed made from stolen cotton balls, fairy lights stolen from the resort, even a cracked piece of mirror stuck to the wall along with a bottle cap. A sudden clank of kitchen utensils made from outside Peppino freeze.

"Hello? Are you there?"

Who... Who was that?

Peppino panicked, was this one of Pizzahead's goons sent to get Peppino wherever he was? That weird clone mimicking a random person to lure people in? Whatever or whoever it was, he had to prepare. He grabbed the first thing he could grab, which was one of those god damned bricks.

"Great" Peppino groaned, "I can give them a slight foot pain!"

He took the brick despite the uselessness and approached the hole to the outside world. He could see a dingey kitchen floor and his heart sank. A small thud hit the ground and Peppino looked around, no clones....

"Oh! Down-a here! Or well, over here..." The stranger chuckled.

Peppino frantically looked around and locked eyes with the speaker, a smaller gentleman even smaller than him! Up to his chest was a portly man with a long tail and giant ears, his ears looked to be a mix between an elf and a rat. Was he... A rat person?

"U-um.... Hello?.. Two questions. Who are you? And... WHY DID YOU SCARE ME LIKE THAT?!"

The man scratched his head, "Right, my-a bad. I'm Gustavo! And I didn't mean to! You were supposed to stay put, maybe Brick didn't tell you....."

Peppino stared, who the fuck was Brick?

"Oh! I'm cooking something for us, I managed to find a kitchen! And it's completely empty. Kinda like this entire part of the building..."

Peppino grabbed Gustavo and tried to make a break for the wall, as he made a startling revelation. This kitchen was empty, because it was the clone's.

Gustavo held his ground however, "Woah woah woah! Food first... Then we can figure out what's wrong with you."

Peppino looked at the man like he was crazy, "I AM TOO SMALL, WE ARE IN THE KITCHEN OF A MONSTER, WE NEED TO LEAVE!"

Gustavo didn't listen, as he hummed a little tune and miraculously dragged Peppino away from the wall. Their only escape from any horrors beyond this point.

Gustavo crawled his way back up to the stove and Peppino watched him, he watched him cook.

[i-writes-things]

Don't text and swing.

bf!Peter Parker x gf!reader

Warnings- Swearing, fighting

Request: Could I please request a Peter Parker x reader where he is off on patrol and Y/N gets worried bc he isn't texting her (maybe they have a rule where he's supposed to text every 10 minutes or something you choose) and so she goes out for him but he is in the middle of a fight and she gets in the middle of it, using some skills she learned (maybe she took a self defense class cause she is dating a super hero) she tried to help him but she gets beat up and he takes her home and helps her get better?

Not my pic*

“You’ll text me?” You ask, sitting up in bed to receive his goodbye kiss. He pecked your lips and smiled saying,

“I’ll text you, bye.” Once remembering he turned back after jumping out into the hallway, saying, “Love you.” and with a wink he was gone and you were left laying in bed, thinking about your own day.

-

Peter leaves early in the morning and then he would get back late at night, but tonight was different. It is going to be special. You had cleaned the kitchen, the living room and fixed the shower drain for some reason. It just kinda happened. If he was late, like he usually was, he would be home by 8pm. And 8 pm came and went quite quickly, with no Peter Parker crawling through the window.

Usually heaving for breath and you holding him for the first few minutes of his arrival, he usually either just barely got away or had a long swing back to your shared apartment.

May’s old clock that she had given to Peter was ticking in the background of your racing thoughts, wondering if he was okay or if something had happened to him. You know he’ll make it home, so trying to relax you turn on the TV and the first channel that came up was a game show and after getting comfy with blankets and such, you watchedfor almost 10 minutes.

That's when it all started. You get a text from your best friend, MJ saying “Did you see Peter? He’s on the news!” And this made your heart rate go up at an alarming rate.

The next thing you knew you were running down multiple flights of stairs to the bottom floor and sprinting outside, then another two blocks to where the small fight commenced inside a bank. You ran over and almost tripped on the pieces of glass scattered around you. You know advanced martial arts and have since you became an adult, living in this world can be hard sometimes.

You charged, for whatever reason, you mostly weren't sure but knew from the inside that it was true, but you hadn't come to a conscious decision about it til now. Peter only noticed it was you when you rammed one of the ninjas onto the ground, punched them in the nose and stood to get yourself grounded. Then you were pushed across the room, falling hard on the glass shards on the outside of the bank, and upon getting up had cuts everywhere, one that especially hurt caught your attention. Peter now had the time to focus on the other guys, now that you had taken the moment to put one of them on the ground. And got into a rage when you were thrown across the room and onto the street.

This pushed him to take out his two targets in one spinning tornado kick.

-

“Oh. Fuck.”

“Sorry- I’m sorry, baby.”

“Oh, this sucks.”

“It won't suck forever.”

“It's better when you're here.” And with that Peter slowly directed you to the kitchen, knowing you needed some medical attention.

Closing your eyes tight, Peter washed off one of your bigger cuts, on your forearm, under the water of the sink.

God, this hurts like a motherfucker. Peter then bandaged it up and you would twitch at the random instant pains in your arm.

“Why did you come and find me? I was alright.”

“Me? Why didn't I come and save your ass should be your question.”

“That- That doesn't make any- Okay, you're right, baby.”

“And hey, I cleaned this full place for you, mister. You missed the beautiful dinner I made, just for you, too.”

“You did all that for me?” Nodding your head you pulled parker in for a kiss. He smiled and picked it up from the second you touched his lips.

“How about we get out of here?”

“We live here, Parker.”

“This room I mean.”

“If you say so…”

[lino-lov3]

my side - b.c

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content: crack, fluff

danceracha goes to the studio with chan and help sage & jenni set up the auditorium

a/n: filler chapter since i’ll be double updating tomorrow

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with the showcase being tomorrow night, danceracha, some of the art and design students and 3racha are going to be setting up the auditorium after school.

which also means you and the rest of danceracha are going to be practicing extra hard tonight. minho has been trying to perfect every move and even came up with a back up plan in case anything goes wrong.

sure, it was stressing you guys out. mainly because the showcase wasn’t just for fun, it’s actually apart of your finals for the semester. but it was still exciting. getting to dance in front of an audience always was for you. it was your dream to do it professionally, but this would have to do for now.

——

after your ap chem class ends and your free period rolls around, you start heading over to chan’s studio with minho, hyunjin, and felix. jisung decides to tag along as well since he had nothing else to do while he waits for his next class. he’ll probably stay until then.

“we’re all going to the auditorium later, right?” felix asks

“mhm. we’re helping jenni and sage set up a little bit and finish the rest tomorrow morning i think.” you reply

“ugh, do we have to?” minho groans

“why are you whining so damn much? all you’ll probably have to do is mic checks and moving props.” hyunjin rolls his eyes at the older.

“shut up. i wanted to take a nap before my next class.”

you pat minho on his shoulder, “min, chill. you’ll be able to take a nap after we’re done. we have a quick stop at the studio to listen to the tracks and probably pre record. then head over to the auditorium after school.”

“that doesn’t sound quick, y/n.”

“yeah, knowing chan we’ll be in the studio for a while. you know he’s a perfectionist.” jisung laughs

“yeah, yeah yeah. come on you four, let’s hurry then.”

—

you shot chan a quick text as the five of you headed up the stairs.

you: hey, we’re down the hall. make sure the door is unlocked

chan: 👍🏻

as soon as you get to the room, jisung swings the door open and plops himself down on the couch. it scares chan nearly half to death since he had his headphones on.

“uh, uh. how come he gets to relax!?” minho huffs

“he doesn’t,” chan answers “ji, get up. i need your help with something.”

“ugh, why?”

chan glares at him, “come on, ji.”

“fine.”

“okay, now that everyone’s in here i’m gonna play the tracks for you. let me know how you like them or if i need to tweak anything and then we can get started. good?”

the rest of you nod. each grabbing a seat and getting comfortable.

the tracks were all amazing, as to be expected. chan had made them so of course they were.

he had given you and the other danceracha members a packet with your lines and highlighted them accordingly.

there were going to be three songs the four of you would perform. wow, taste, and dawn.

they were all more of a sexy beat, which your dance unit favored. it gave felix the chance to show off his abs, hyunjin the chance to stun the crowd with his sensual moves and charming looks, minho the chance to show off his thighs, and you to throw ass if you wanted to.

wow and taste were mostly vocals and you had already heard previews of the lyrics ahead of time so you somewhat new what you were working with. and dawn was a short dance break to go in between those two. like the others, it was slow, sensual, and just your vibe.

chan was amazing.

—

you guys ran threw everything a couple times, pre recording vocals before finally calling it a day and getting ready to leave.

“damn, chan. these are great!” jisung complements

”wasn’t all me. they’ve got the vocals for it. i just write and make beats so what can i say.” chan shrugs

“all jokes aside, you four did great. can’t wait for the show.”

there was about 30 minutes before everyone needed to get to their next classes so you and felix decided you’d go walk around campus in the mean time.

jisung stayed back as planned, minho went to one of the common areas by his next class to nap, and hyunjin went to go meet up with one of his other friends.

“you wanna go off campus and get some food?” felix asks, not looking up from his phone.

“yeah, why not. we have some time to kill anyways.”

𝓣𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽: @dadonbabysworld @lynanist @lix-ables @xhazmania @strayingawayy

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[koipalm]

art block is beating my ass right now..... i didnt even realize i had it but god like 95% of what i draw i just really don't like

[iwannagohomelol]

art block is beating my ass right now....

[homosociallyyours]

Tell me more about Larry Tennessee AU and Baby I Can Love You Better pleeeeeease 😘

Thank you for asking!!

Baby I Can Love You Better: This was meant to be my Big Bang fic for 2022, and though I started working on it pretty early for me, I had taken on too much and just couldn't finish :( There's BEAUTIFUL art by @haztobegood that I am excited to share once I manage to write the last ~2k and finish editing.

This fic is set in the queer two-step scene. Harry is an au pair from the UK whose friend Niall has just started bringing her to a regular women's two step night where she meets Louis, a local who's just returned from a couple years away getting her master's degree. Harry wins VIP passes to an upcoming dance event weekend, and spends the next few months getting more comfortable in the dance scene and getting to know Louis, who she definitely starts crushing on. The problem is that Louis only seems to be interested in a casual hookup (which H doesn't want) AND sleeping with her cute, fun ex. It works out though :) Here's a snippet from the last chapter behind the cut:

“Oh good, looks like you’ve just gotten here too,” Louis said from behind her. Her cheeks were ruddy from being outdoors and Harry wondered if they’d been on the same train and just not realized it. “My dumb ass wasn’t paying attention and got off a stop too late, but I decided to walk instead of waiting for the next train-- no way would it be worth piling in with a bunch of Friday evening commuters for just a few extra blocks, right?” 

Harry took in Louis’ luggage and attire-- she wore jeans and a plaid shirt, puffy vest layered over it, and her only bag was a duffle that didn’t look to be overstuffed. Harry had thought she was packing light with her small rolling suitcase and garment bag, but Louis definitely had her beat. Harry probably would’ve waited the few minutes and braved a packed train to save herself the extra walk. 

“As long as you’re not too tired to get to the welcome events tonight, there’s no wrong way to get here, right?” Harry draped her garment bag over the handle of her suitcase and took her jacket off, checking behind herself quickly to make sure there wasn’t much of a line at the welcome table. When she turned back, she caught Louis’ eyes on her cleavage and couldn’t help the surprised laugh that fell from her lips. 

Louis threw a hand over her eyes, laughing along with Harry. “Shit, sorry, H! I really was going to tell you that you looked nice just now-- didn’t mean to get caught gawking at your chest.” “Thanks. I get it, though. I’ve definitely gotten distracted by cleavage before and been caught in the act of it, so you’re not alone.” Harry glanced down at herself, mentally high-fiving her past self for choosing her trusty purple sweetheart neckline dress with its plunging dip that really did make her cleavage look lethal

Larry Tennessee AU: ok, this was one of the very first fics I started in this fandom, and I actually wrote around 10k of it before I abandoned it. The premise is that Louis and Harry are both from Tennessee and end up on an X-Factor-like competition show that's looking for a country music act specifically.

Louis is from a more rural part of Tennessee, not far from Pigeon Forge. He's 18 and the competition is a chance for him to escape a small life in a small town. Harry is a little younger in age (17) but definitely less mature. He's from Knoxville, goes to a private school, and lives in a nice suburb in a big house. They meet in the Nashville hotel where they're staying for the competition and then there's a slow build of their friendship that leads to the two of them eventually getting together.

Here's why I left it: There's a subplot with one of the people who's working with the contestants grooming Harry. He gets moved off of the show, but comes back later as a threat to Harry and Louis before being exposed/fired/actually facing consequences. I quickly realized that writing that in this fandom would likely make me persona non grata. Now I would probably do it anyway, BUT when I read the fic over it just feels like something written by someone totally new to the fandom.

Also it's a looooong story! that 10k took me to them starting the contest! Anyway, here's a snip from the very beginning:

The radio fuzzed out as Louis turned onto the road to his house, and he fiddled with the dial on the old truck’s radio, trying to bring back the signal so he could hear the rest of the song. A tiny bump and it came back, the static clearing and Randy Travis’ voice coming back through. He smiled as he sang along, “as long as old men, sit and talk about the weather…” enjoying the breeze as it blew through his open windows. As the truck bumped along his driveway, he saw that Lottie was sitting outside in a lawn chair, facing toward the sun. Laughing, he honked the horn, watching her startle and then turn to flip him off. He returned the gesture as he parked, yelling to her when as he jumped out, “No need to be unladylike, Lottie, what would Mama say?” 

“Don’ matter what Mama’d say,” Lottie said, her glare hidden behind her sunglasses. “She’s workin’ late tonight anyway.” 

Louis flung himself into the chair next to hers and picked up her Coca-Cola, taking a long drink from the can. “Damn, wish you’d sent me a text or somethin’--I’d’ve picked up McDonald’s from in town.” Lottie shrugged. 

“We’ve got stuff for sandwiches. Mama said to make that,” she said, settling back into her chair. “And it’s your turn cookin tonight.” 

“Yeah, don’t I know it,” Louis said, looking at their trailer. “Hey, did the mail come yet?” 

“Didn’t check it,” Lottie said. Louis could see her eyes closing behind her sunglasses, so he kicked at the leg of her chair when he got up. 

“Don’t stay out to long now,” he said. “You’ll end up being Lottie the Lobster again like you did that one time last year.” He laughed as he started the walk down the drive to the mailboxes they shared with their neighbors, ignoring it when Lottie tossed her emptied coke can in his direction in protest.

[starlit-hopes-and-dreams]

You asked for a range, so - 16, 36, 61, and 90 :D From your latest ask game.

-verkja

Thanks for the ask @verkja! From this ask game.

16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?

Answered here. Kinda. 😂

I kinda cheated, so I'll answer it again, but a little differently.

I've been told my favorite band was Pink Floyd when I was really young. Like toddler age.

And in grade school, I loved Garth Brooks.

It appears my tastes have changed drastically lol.

36: Define Art.

Ooooh. Art. You know, I am super literal and once upon a time I would've said art is when you draw/paint/sculpt something. Decorate a museum kind of thing. But today? On a broader scale, I think art is just the act of creating something. Art is creativity, brought to life.

61: Are you wearing socks right now?

lol. no. but I do wear slippers when walking around my house. no bare feet on the floor 😶

90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?

MUMMIES?! Like, plural? 😨😨

Err, I was just gonna say I'd probably freeze and have a panic attack or something, but instead, I typed out something goes bump in the night as a joke, and it turned into a whole ass short story 😅😂 Under the cut. No warnings.

Something goes bump in the night. Drowsily, I turn over and try to go back to sleep, but I hear a shuffle. Damn cat must've gotten locked in the bedroom again. I better go let it out. Using the light from my phone's screen to see, because turning on the lamp will fucking blind me, I sit up and swing my legs over the side of the bed, only to find my way blocked. Huh?

I turn on my flashlight and look up into the black soulless pits that exist where a mummy's eyes should be. My heart stops in my chest, and I make the only noise I'm capable of making when I'm shocked senseless. *meep* I scramble back into bed, wildly waving my flashlight around. Mummies surround my bed, arms outstretched, trailing ragged strips of linen where their wrappings have degraded.

I have no idea what to do. My heart has resumed beating in a rhythm so frantic that it feels like my entire body is vibrating. To escape, I'd have to actually *touch* a mummy to push it out of my way. What if it grabs me instead? I huddle against the headboard, frozen with indecision.

Time passes, and nothing happens. I'm a little more confused than scared now, and I look at my phone, wondering if I should call someone. It's late, and even if they answered, who would believe me? So I dare to take a picture. If I'm gonna die tonight, let there at least be proof. And if by some miracle I don't die, I still want the fucking proof, because goddamn. This is fucking insane.

The mummies don't react to the flash of the camera. Hmm, maybe it's safe to leave after all. I take a few more pictures, just to be super sure nothing will happen, then slowly crawl across the bed. Gathering my nerve, I poke a mummy in the chest with my phone, then scramble back. Nothing. No reaction.

Alright then. It's hard to breathe as I actually contemplate doing this. But I don't see many other options here. And I'm not gonna just sit here and wait for the mummies to decide to act. So I very carefully climb out of bed and gently squeeze past two mummies, trying to make as little contact as possible. I creep out of my room, locking the door from the inside before I close it, and run. I run out of the house and lock myself in my car. Oh god oh god oh god. What the hell was that????

I can't just leave mummies in my house. It's fucking cold outside, and I don't have my keys. That was fucking stupid, but there's no way in fucking hell I'm going back inside. I do have my phone though, so I call the police. My voice is shaky and weak when I tell them someone broke into my house. I must sound convincingly terrified, because they promise to send someone out right away.

Soon, lights and sirens illuminate my street. Wow, they sent a bunch of people. I'm huddled in my car, shivering and slightly in shock, but I start laughing when the police go inside. I hear the edge of hysteria in my laughter, but it just makes me laugh harder. They're going to be in for a shock.

[imekitty]

I promised Chin I would write a one-shot for this and I finally got around to it.

-----

Valerie threw another punch. Then another. And another. Danny blocked each one.

The small crowd around them gasped and squealed. Valerie smiled to herself, used to having a captive audience. Everyone in the dojo always wanted to watch when Danny and Valerie sparred.

And she couldn’t blame them. Danny was an expert fighter just like she was, his Muay Thai moves tangling and dancing with her kickboxing so beautifully. And neither of them ever used protective gear, completely content with feeling the full force of each other’s blows.

Not that it was easy to land a hard hit on Danny without being blocked. Valerie had to wonder if Danny was practicing somewhere outside of the dojo to get this good.

He was the first sparring partner she ever had that could actually make her break a sweat.

Danny came in with two quick uppercuts. Valerie swiveled around one and blocked the other. Gasps and whispers from the crowd. He came at her again, fist aimed at her face. Valerie deflected the punch and aimed a kick right into his gut, knocking him backward onto the floor. Danny grunted and clutched his middle, rolling once before lying flat on his back, panting and chuckling as he allowed his limbs to splay in defeat.

The crowd applauded and whooped, a few of the girls bemoaning Danny’s defeat. Valerie shook her head and laughed, well aware that there was a strong second reason the two of them fighting usually drew a crowd: No other guy in the dojo looked better shirtless than Danny did.

Valerie walked up to Danny and stood over him with balled fists on her hips. Danny stared up at her, his bare chest and face flushed red, sweat glistening on his skin and clinging to his dark hair.

“Boy, I sure do love kicking your ass,” said Valerie, trying not to show just how out of breath she was.

Danny smiled. “I can tell.”

The crowd around them dispersed, many going back to their own lessons and sparring sessions. Valerie extended a hand to help Danny up. Danny eyed it warily.

“You’re not going to throw me this time, are you?” he asked.

Valerie snickered. “Well, it’s no fun if you know I’m gonna do it.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“Ugh, fine. No, I won’t throw you this time, you big baby.”

Danny raised a brow, still not grabbing her hand.

“I promise.” Valerie shook her hand in front of his face. “Come on already or you’re gonna have to get up on your own.”

Danny took hold of her wrist, and Valerie closed her fingers around his as well.

“I’m trusting you,” he said with a groan as he used his other hand to push himself off the floor.

“Ruining my fun,” Valerie muttered as she pulled him up to his feet.

“Ah, come on. You know you always have fun with me,” teased Danny, playfully bumping her with one arm.

“Hmm. True.” Valerie bumped him back. “You’re the only one who ever gets back up after I beat him down.”

She led the way to a bench against the wall where they had earlier placed their towels and water bottles. They collapsed, sighing as they used the towels to mop the sweat off their faces and chests. Valerie then placed her towel in her lap while Danny slung his behind his neck and over his shoulders.

“You ready to call it a day?” asked Valerie after taking a long gulp of water and pulling off her gloves to air them out.

Danny swallowed his own swig of water and let his head fall back against the wall. “No. I need to train myself to fight through the pain.”

Valerie raised a brow. “Why would you need to train yourself to do that?”

“Oh. Um.” Danny shrugged. “Just a personal goal of mine.”

“Hmm.” Valerie scrunched her mouth. “You know, you never told me why you took up martial arts.”

“Didn’t I?” Danny rubbed his neck. “Well, my mom had me take karate lessons when I was a kid, and so I—”

“No, no, I remember you telling me how your mom is a ninth-degree black belt in karate and she made you and Jazz take lessons, too. But I mean, why do you keep doing it even now as an adult?” asked Valerie. “It can’t just be out of nostalgia.”

Danny looked out at the other sparring students. One boy was knocked onto his back while his partner stood over him. “No,” he said eventually. “You’re right.”

Valerie waited for Danny to say more, but his gaze was distant now.

“I know Dash used to bully you back in high school,” said Valerie gently, tentatively. Danny turned his face back to her but did not seem irritated or upset. “I remember how he’d sometimes get all the A-List jocks to join in,” she continued.

Danny nodded but did not respond.

“Do you wish you could’ve been strong enough to fight them?” asked Valerie. “Is that why you’re here sparring with me now, because you don’t want to be a victim again?”

Danny hummed and looked out at the main dojo floor again. “I sometimes wish I could’ve done something about him, yeah.” He smiled at her, playfully. “Do you think I’d stand a chance against him now?”

“I think you could knock him into next week now,” said Valerie, laughing. “But you know you’re not supposed to use martial arts for revenge.”

Danny’s expression became serious. “I would never. This isn’t about that, really.” He looked down at his hands, curling them into fists. “I just…want to be able to protect myself and people I care about.”

“Protect them from what?” asked Valerie. “People like Dash? Or something else?”

Danny said nothing, staring out at the floor. Valerie sensed that there was something he wasn’t telling her.

“One more round?” asked Danny suddenly, rising to his feet.

Valerie blinked and stayed seated. “Right now?”

“Yeah, I’m ready.”

“You’re not gonna ask me why I keep up my fighting skills?”

Danny shrugged. “I already know.”

Valerie tried to hide her panic. There was no way he knew about her secret part-time job as a ghost hunter, right? “You do?” she asked nervously.

“Uh—oh.” Danny looked down at her, also appearing a little nervous before flashing a smile. “I mean, yeah, of course I do. To kick my ass, obviously.”

He laughed. Valerie joined in, her frayed nerves smoothing over.

“But, uh…” Danny lowered himself onto the bench again. “I’m guessing that’s not the only reason, is it?”

“It’s a big reason,” said Valerie, “but no, not the only one.”

Danny waited, looking at her expectantly.

“Well, I’m not just gonna tell you!” Valerie squeezed his shoulder and shook it. “It’s a secret.”

“But I told you mine,” said Danny with a small whine.

“No, you didn’t,” said Valerie. “There’s something else you’re not telling me, another much bigger reason why you come here and spar with me every week.”

“N-No, there’s not.”

“Yes, there is. Don’t lie to me.”

“Well, maybe I just want to see you,” said Danny with a coy smile.

“Cute.” Valerie rolled her eyes. “But you’re not here just to flirt with me either. Plus I’ve seen you checking out the other girls here.”

Danny reddened. “I do not.”

“It’s fine.” Valerie waved a dismissive hand. “They’re all checking you out, too.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s you they’re looking at, not me.”

“You’re the one not wearing a shirt, buddy.”

“But your muscles are bigger than mine.”

“That’s because I actually lift weights.” Valerie held up her bare arm and flexed a biceps muscle. “What do you do when you go to the gym?”

“I lift weights, too,” insisted Danny, pressing his flexed biceps next to hers. “See?”

Valerie laughed and lowered her arm. “So are you really saying you work out and come here just to get my attention?”

“Would that be a problem?”

He tilted his head and flashed a winning smile, adorable and sweet, strands of hair still damp with sweat sticking to his forehead and over his ears.

“Tell you what.” Valerie patted his cheek. “I’ll tell you my real reason I keep fighting when you tell me yours.” She started putting her gloves back on. “Since there’s definitely something you’re hiding.”

“You really think you can read me that well?” asked Danny, smiling as he adjusted the wrap on his hands.

“Like a book.” Valerie snapped her gloves into place and stood. “Now are you up to getting your ass kicked one more time today?”

“You betcha,” said Danny, still sitting on the bench as he rolled his neck and shoulders.

Valerie held out a hand to help him stand. Danny stared at it before looking up at her with a cocked brow.

“I’m not going to throw you, jeez,” huffed Valerie.

“But you want to.” Danny hopped to his feet on his own. “I can see it in your eyes.”

“Our fans love when I do it,” said Valerie, gesturing to a group of onlookers that were already gathered to watch their next sparring match.

Danny clapped a hand on Valerie’s shoulder. “Let’s give them a great show, then.”

Valerie started reaching for Danny’s hand with her own.

“Without throwing me,” laughed Danny, pulling his hand away before she could grab it.

Valerie mock pouted. “Why do you keep ruining my fun?”

Danny smirked and crossed his arms. “You can always find plenty of other ways to have fun with me.”

Valerie returned the smirk before leading the way to the middle of the dojo. Students and onlookers began chattering in anticipation of another epic sparring match.

Oh, yes. She always had tons of fun with Danny.

I imagine Maddie had Danny take martial arts lessons when he was a kid. He didn’t really stick to it after the accident, but he later picked it up again and continued to do so in college. He finds out Valerie goes to the same dojo and they become sparring buddies. She never fails to kick his ass. :p

[cocomanga]

The Sweetest Beat - Set 2

Pairing: Megumi Fushiguro x Fem!Reader,

CW: JJK AU. Daddy Kink, Noncon, Dubcon, Praise Kink, Size Kink, Oral, BDSM, Unprotected Sex, Edging, Drunk Sex, Aggressive Sex, Overstimulation, NPD Abuse/Trauma

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Synopsis: Megumi Fushiguro is the leader of a fresh new rock band. They're currently playing covers and gaining a following at an alarming rate, skyrocketing his career as an indie artist. But when his best friend introduces him to a beautiful someone and sparks fly, he's challenged to navigate her fear of loving freely.

..... Minors: You have no business here. Love you, but please don't ....

▶ SET 2 Hozier - Too Sweet Good Days - SZA Claire de Lune - Claude Debussy Guess - Lucky Daye Facts - H.E.R. Seigfried - Frank Ocean Stand Still- Sabrina Claudio Climbing Up the Walls - Radiohead Good & Plenty (Remix) Masego, Alex Isley, Lucky Daye

"Uuuhgghhhh!! Where are you, Dori!!!" Nobara whined, far too intoxicated to be hanging off of your shoulder.

People continued to spill out of the bar as you stood out front, waiting for Itadori to come back with the car.

"OMG Nobara, you're heavier than you look, girl." you whined back. "We can always take an Uber if he doesn't come back"

"No way! You need to get to that after party asap before one of these thots out here try to take your man!" She said, waving her hands around, motioning to all the girls standing outside the bar. She was so loud.

You covered your face in embarrassment. "Nobara calm the fuck down okay?!" you complained, in a whisper that was also far too loud.

It was pretty obvious they really were waiting for the band to come out. Fortunately for you guys, you knew where they'd be. As long as you didn't just get ditched by your ride. Itadori was supposed to meet you out front and drive you to the location of the after party. You were gonna follow the band, but apparently there are way too many people hanging around for that.

"Where the hell is heeeeee!!!" Nobara wailed, just in time for him to come around the corner WITHOUT the car.

You held your hands out toward Itadori while Nobara clung to your shoulder. "Dude, Seriously? Where's the car?"

"Come with me." Itadori grabbed Nobara from you, propping her up on his back as more people trickled out of the bar gathering at the front door.

Some of them, noticing Itadori, actually began following you as Nobara screamed from his back toward them, "Take y 'all's asses home!" It was kinda hilarious.

You followed him down the street a bit to the side of the building where one of the bouncers waited at the door, cracking it open, motioning for you to hurry as groupies scurried behind you.

"Thanks man!" Itadori said as he pushed you in first.

"I'm here to support you, brother." He turned to address the others, "Sorry girls, now is not your time."

He closes the door, which led to the emergency exit stairwell. you went up 2 flights and through another door back into the building.

He led you down a hall which was full of people.

"Oh my god," you said as you saw them all standing around.

"Yeah", the bouncer chuckled. "They say when the announcement was made online about Megumi bringing the band back home tonight, it went viral in a matter of hours. Most of these people got here too late, but they still wanna see the guys. They have another show here next week though so most of 'em will just have to wait."

"This is great for them, though, right?" You asked, genuinely happy for them that the response was so positive.

"It sure is", Yuji replied, "They'll be rock stars in no time at this rate"

He opened the door to the room where the band sat. "Ill be right outside if you need me, Bro."

"Thanks Todo". Itadori gave him dap as he shut the door behind you.

The room was pretty full. There was a large window directly across from the door that gave a clear view outside the front of the building where tons of people were still standing. There was a couch on the right side of the room, and a love seat directly across from it with a coffee table between them. Alcohol bottles, papers and miscellaneous junk was strewn about on it. Behind the loveseat was a bar counter which also held bottles and such, and had 3 bar stools nestled in front of it.

Behind the counter was a mini kitchen with a sink, cabinets and a fridge where Toge stood, drinking a beer. There was a bathroom door next to the kitchen.

Yuta and Maki sat on the barstools, talking, while Choso sat on the couch with a couple girls you didn't know. Music played in the room as they waited.

Hozier - Too Sweet

A gorgeous woman with long white hair bundled into a gigantic braid stood at the window watching all the commotion outside. "Well, we've still got a bit before he gets here, this crowd will likely thin out a little more by then, so give us a few minutes if you don't mind. We'll get you guys paid as soon as he arrives." … She peeked outside again "There's a lot going on out there so, its just as well. We'll wait it out a bit."

"He texted me. Says he's about 10 minutes away" Itadori responded as he checked his phone. He plopped down with Nobara on the second loveseat which was nestled against the wall next to the door that you entered through. "You okay"? He asked her as she adjusted herself on the seat.

"Yup, I'm good. Just need some water" Nobara leaned back on the couch, looking awfully tired and wasted.

"I got it." Yuta got up from the barstool and grabbed a bottled water that Toge pulled from the fridge.

You went over to sit on the seat across from Choso and his girls. You turned to Yuta, "Thank you." you said as he handed the water to Nobara.

Choso leaned in toward the coffee table to grab his beer. "What did you guys think of the show?" He asked, staring at you while he chugged it."

"Frankly, I thought you guys were fantastic. Your opening blew me away. The fact that you took on Dave Grohl with that level of conviction, and precision, was enough to let us all know you meant business".

Choso squinted with curiosity as he listened to you. "You know Dave Grohl huh?"

"Oh my god, of course" you laughed excitedly, "well, anyone who knows anything about rock should know him. I attended the Taylor Hawkins Tribute concert back in 22. THAT was insane. I actually own all 3 of Nirvana's studio albums, and 5 Foo Fighters."

Choso's head tilted slightly to the right. "Sounds like you got lucky this band just happened to know your playlist".

"Tch", you smirked. In order for you to execute my playlist sir, you'll need to add a couple songs from Janis Joplin, Bjork, Stevie Wonder, Nina Simone and maybe a few more intricate tracks from Thom Yorke under your belt."

He sat there, glaring at you holding a gulp of beer in his mouth as he looked over to Maki, who giggled at him.

"Although", you continued, "your vocals are insane too, Choso. How long have you been singing?"

He gulped his beer and shook his head, "Since I could talk".

You smirked, "Same" and flashed him a smile.

"Looks like the crowd's dispersing a little." the woman reported as she peeked through the curtain again. "Only a matter of time before they get tired of just standing around".

You looked around the room. It seemed everyone was present except... "Um, where's … ?"

A familiar scent lightly filled your nose as he leaned over the loveseat hovering his face a mere 2 inches from yours with a "Hey." He pushed himself up, circled around and plopped down right next to you, his legs stretching out surprisingly far. He lounged back into the seat pushing your thigh with his. He leaned to the left propping his elbow on the arm of the seat, and his head up with his hand as he fidgeted with his hair, leering at you.

You blushed pretty hard as you averted your eyes, turning your head to the right toward Nobara and Yuji. They looked at you like they were "cheesing" for a picture.

Suddenly, a tall blonde figure barges into the room. "See, this is the kind of shit that gets on my nerves."

The woman at the window greets him. "Good to see you made it Mr. Kento".

"Mei." he nodded. "It took too damn long, I'll tell you that. What the hell's going on out there? This is your first night isn't it?" he dropped a thick envelope onto the table in front of Megumi.

"Yup". Megumi grabs it and tucks it away inside one of the many pockets of his cargo pants. "Thanks."

"Cash App?" Toge chimed in.

Maki agreed, "Yeah, seriously".

"I don't have time for that shit." Mr. Kento snapped back. "Do you know how old I am? Use the bank in the morning, Kiddo."

"You have the receipt right, Kento?" Mei asked from the window.

"Yeah", he walked over and handed it to Mei.

"Looks like we all received a pretty penny tonight. We can certainly thank you guys for that." She said.

"We can go now, right?" Maki asked from the bar.

"Yup". Mr. Kento replied. "Lets get the hell outta here".

*~*~*~*~*

After signing a couple autographs for the crowd in the hall with Todo's help, and slinking past the stragglers outside, they managed to get to their van.

You rode with Itadori and Nobara.

Mei had reserved an Airbnb for them for the night. It was gorgeous. 3 bedrooms and a gigantic balcony overlooking the city.

You had never been in one before, and definitely not with a band. Does this officially make you a groupie?

Ugh... god forbid.

And... maybe you were. Megumi's presence certainly seemed to consume you. You felt so nervous around him it was starting to become annoying. Why couldn't you just get over it already? Yeah, he was so goddamn talented. Gorgeous. Sexy. You tried to shake it off. Whatever it was besides all that that made you want him so badly.

You all spread out in the condo finding some relaxing places to lounge while Choso turned on the radio to get some music started:

Good Days - SZA

Most of the night, you'd avoided Megumi's gaze considering the fact that you were still quite drunk, and you didn't wanna make a fool of yourself.

And you damn sure didn't wanna do anything you'd regret.

Or did you?

The guys ordered pizza and you and Nobara got to know the rest of the band. Toge and Yuta were absolute sweethearts, and Maki was just a beautiful badass. As hard as it was for you to deal with the guys in your previous band, you applauded her for not only doing that well, but surpassing them with her talents... well... not all of them.

You sat in the large open kitchen with Nobara, Yuji, Megumi and Toge, while the others sat in the living room discussing where they thought they screwed up at the show.

You turned to Megumi. "Are they serious? I didn't hear any mistakes. but then, I guess I don't know what your intentions were exactly... and I definitely know all too well how to be my own worst critic so I guess I get it."

Nobara chimed in, having slightly sobered up, but not really. "No way. It was perfect. I couldn't imagine having aaaaany issues with that performance. You guys are fuckin' zeniuses."

"That's not the way they see it." Megumi says as he finishes biting into a slice. He looks at you, "yeah, we are our own worst critics, but …" He shakes his head, "complacency can be a detriment to your career. We should probably all be perfectionists within reason. I think it's good to keep pushing forward."

You watched him as he spoke, genuinely impressed by his drive and tenacity. I mean, to do what he's done with this group should take a good portion of each, right?

You thought about how you'd tried so hard for so long and failed at the same. How, you'd hoped that your attempt at reaching your goals had resulted in such success. But that... that kind of thing takes support. Megumi had that, and then some. It was admirable.

You hadn't realized you were staring until Nobara kneed you from under the table. You snapped out of it in time to see him stare back from under his new slice of pizza as he propped it up by his elbow in his hand.

god, I hope he doesn't think I'm being weird …

Or... maybe you were just being a groupie.

Shit.

But the reality is, he sounded like a natural leader. He speaks with such conviction... it only made him even more attractive. You sat across from him at the table, trying not to stare as you rested your head on your fist, eating your slice of pizza. You also couldn't help but notice how he gnawed on his, stopping when he reached the crust, even though it had cheese inside.

Itadori had wandered over to the fridge and grabbed a few more beers. "anybody want one?"

"I'll take one." Nobara reached out her hand.

"No" Itadori refused her.

"Ha! Yeah, No." You chimed in, "You really don't need anymore.... I'll take hers." You reached out to grab it from Dori.

"Heeeey!" Nobara protested. "I'm not that druuuuunk".

Yuji rolled his eyes.

Megumi reached out his hand to take your beer. You gave it to him and he pulled a fancy keychain from his pocket, using it to open your bottle.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome".

Just then, a deep buzzing vibration captured your attention. Megumi's phone rang as it sat face up on the table. He looked at the screen, then looked at you.

Strange.

He picked up the phone with a clear expression of frustration on his face. "What is it?" he answered in monotone. You could hear the voice on the other end. It was a woman. His brow wrinkled as he listened... The first time you'd seen him like that all night. He didn't look happy.

You decided this was a good time to go wash your hands. "I'll be right back", you said to Nobara as you stood, grabbing your beer.

Megumi's eyes immediately followed you the moment you moved, and stayed on you, as he watched you leave the table and disappear into the bathroom.

You leave the bathroom after washing your hands and brushing your teeth with one of the little disposable toothbrushes left in a basket, cleaning up any lingering garlic from the pizza.

I'm loving this Airbnb thing. I'll have to try this again alone sometime, or with my bestie.

You'd finished off your beer while you were in the bathroom before you brushed, and without a doubt, you were definitely drunk. Probably not as drunk as Nobara for sure, but still.

She was sprawled out on the couch under a blanket, while the others played poker at the kitchen table. Toge had gotten on the piano, playing:

Claire de Lune - Claude Debussy

Beautifully, too.

You weren't up for a card game, especially since it looked a little too serious for you at the moment. It was nice and breezy outside, so you decide to slip past everyone and get some much needed fresh air, and maybe take a look off the balcony.

There was a large double door with tall floor to ceiling windows on each side leading to it. As you opened it, the fresh air blasted past you. You walk over to the edge and look out toward the city. The view was beautiful. You were on the 16th floor of the building. The street and nightlife lights glistened like neon confetti and extended out as far as you could see. It felt so good to have some fresh air.

How many drinks did you have again?

You took another look at the iron railing on the balcony and noticed its quite sturdy and tall, so you felt safe enough to relax a bit out there. The breeze was amazing. The weather was perfect. You decided to free yourself from the confines of the boots you wore all night.

You look down at the ground and noticed the slightly sparkling blush colored concrete was beautifully smooth. You bend over to remove your shoes, rubbing your toes on the hard ground. The cool temperature was a stark contrast to how hot your body was feeling from the drinks.

It was all so wonderful. Toge was a beautiful pianist. You felt so relaxed and free. You had an amazing night with some exceptional people, with whom you felt perfectly safe. You grabbed the railing of the balcony with your hands, stretched out your arms and leaned back, turning your face up to the night sky that mimicked the lights on the ground. You inhaled deeply, allowing the fresh air to fill your lungs as the breeze caressed your skin and wafted through your hair.

"Does it feel good?" Megumi's voice startled you... again. You turned to see him standing just to the left of the door, leaning against the wall. The balcony was designed on a curvature, a half moon shape of sorts. To the left and the right of the large entrance were blind spots, shielding anyone standing there from the inside. You didn't see him.

You turned to face him with a warm smile, grabbing the balcony railing from behind your back. "I thought you were still inside." you giggled playfully, your head swaying to the side as you pushed and pulled yourself against the railing, rubbing your calf muscle with your toes. 

The high altitude caused the wind to catch your hair in its gusts, upwards across the balcony. Your eyes were heavily hooded, and you continued to giggle, likely due to a mixture of exhaustion and alcohol.

"No, I'm not inside yet..."

Megumi's figure was shrouded in the shadow that paralleled the harsh light glaring from inside the building. His features made him appear even more mysterious as he stood there quietly in the dark, watching you. His head was pushed back against the wall and his bottom lip disappeared into his mouth as his eyes took you in. He crossed his legs as his hands pressed down into his pockets.

You leaned back against the railing, stretching your arms outward along the top as he watched, grounding yourself as you slid your palms against the cool metal, yet allowing unspoken words and the feeling of his gaze to consume you. He had such a strong presence. His energy bordered on intimidating. But these moments were becoming addictive.

As his dark eyes traveled up and down your beautifully curved silhouette, you imagined what his touch is like. Are his hands warm? His arms strong? If he touched you, would he be gentle? Or rough? You pressed your thighs together, rubbing them against themselves.

Your gaze drifted from his eyes to his lips. As you slid subtly into hypnosis, you imagined his kiss. Your lips parted ever so slightly as your tongue peeked out from the corner of your mouth. Your body clenched from your core.

Megumi missed nothing.

You averted your gaze as you took a deep breath, which seemed to catch in your throat. Snap out of it. You told yourself as you turned slowly back around lifting your chin toward the sky, allowing the wind to supply more air to your lungs since for a moment, you had forgotten to breathe.

Just … deep breaths...

Probably just the alcohol.

Another deep breath.

Another song played from inside:

Guess - Lucky Daye

You supported your weight on our elbows as you leaned over the railing, just a touch. Yes, it was a way for you to distract yourself from Megumi's gaze, but it also granted him a slight peek up your skirt.

You could feel his eyes on you...

They felt so good...

That tangible gaze.

You really wanted him. And wondered if he wanted you.

Megumi's quiet footsteps approached slowly … the closer his steps, the stronger the sensation of his presence. Like a thick, comfortable blanket being wrapped around your shoulders. He stopped just shy of your back, mere inches away, yet close enough for you to feel his body heat.

You closed your eyes, allowing the sensation of his presence envelop you, as a faint shudder moved through your body.

Another deep breath.

He leaned in close to your left ear, reaching up to brush strands of your hair from your neck, pushing them behind your shoulder. Your skin burned hot where he'd touched. You enjoyed the tingling sensation over you skin, the goosebumps pressing forward, as his fingers glided across the nape of your neck, then down your arm. He gripped the railing of the balcony with one hand on either side of you, and leaned in even closer to your ear.

His warmth tickled your neck as he whispered. "You..." he began before taking a breath, "are so fucking beautiful". He took a step closer, lightly pressing his body against yours, trapping you between him and the railing. His right hand glided across your waist as he wrapped you up tightly in his arm.

His left hand slid down your thigh as he gripped the bottom of your skirt into a rumpled ball, lifting it up above your panty line as he pressed his bare palm against your flesh. You shudder as it curves around your inner thigh, his thumb pressing in, just close enough to your center to force a moan from your lips.

Your eyes fluttered shut and your head spun as his familiar scent clouded your senses.

He grips your thigh firmly in his large hand, as his right arm pulls you closer. "Don't leave tonight. Stay with me." Your body trembled, overwhelmed by the feeling of his large, hard outline on your back, and the sound of his sensual voice vibrating in your ear.

Your head fell back onto his shoulder as your eyes slowly opened to the night horizon taking in every sensation, the colors, the breeze, his touch. You fell under a heavy daze as he held you firmly his embrace.

"We..." you began, shaking your head slightly, in an attempt to clear your head of the haze. "...we just met... I c-"

Your words cut off as his hand reached up to grip your neck, turning your head towards him. His lips pressed against yours. Soft, and warm. He slowly parted them, the same air passing between you, as he slipped his tongue inside, his taste laced with Guinness.

You melted into his kiss, opening your mouth wider as if offering yourself up to him. The feeling of his hand gripping your thigh as his tongue caressed your lips and mouth sent shivers up and down your spine. Your legs trembled as if they'd give out from underneath you.

Megumi deepened the kiss, bending his knees to allow you easier access. Your hips began to move on their own pressing you harder against him as his thumb inched closer to your core.

His touch was better than anything you had imagined. More sensual, more passionate.

Suddenly, you hear laughter coming from the inside the building, growing louder as they moved toward the balcony.

Megumi grabs your wrist, pulling you toward the shadowy area he stood in. The far side of the balcony curved even deeper inward, creating a nook that rendered you practically invisible. The light from the entrance didn't reach it at this angle, and neither did the moonlight.

He guided your body as you turned around and, taking a couple steps back, you were stopped by the wall. His body was solid and strong as he pressed it against you.

The voices continued on the inside of the building, as they hadn't quite made it outside, yet another vibe floated on the airwaves:

Facts - H.E.R.

You were suddenly glad you didn't allow yourself to get so wasted you'd forget this. Yet, you were still feeling silly... dizzy... and this man was just the escape your lowered inhibitions needed. You wanted him to take advantage of this situation. Maybe even of you.

Tch... you really were a groupie.

Nevertheless... you wanted him... since the moment you saw him, you wanted him. If he weren't in this band... you'd want him. If you saw him at the fucking grocery store... you'd want him.

But... you want him past just tonight, right?

The door to the balcony flung open.

"Where the hell did they goooooooow?" Nobara was super loud, whining about finding you.

"Who knows?" Itadori replied as he held her on piggyback for the second time tonight. "They're adults. They'll figure it out. She's safe here."

"She better be, Tuzory! .. You know I'll - kick your ass and his if she isn't! - I still zon't want her to be pissed at me if I leave... I'm so tired!!"

Megumi kept his left elbow propped against the wall to the right of your head as he looked behind him, keeping watch to see if they'd notice you in the corner. You stared up at his face, marveling at how attractive he was. You could see the beating of his pulse in his neck, his skin there, appearing so soft and smooth. You couldn't help but touch it. You slowly lifted your right hand and traced the tendons in his neckline with your fingers from his jaw down to the base .

His eyes closed as he felt the sensation of your touch. He turned and looked down at you. His eyes traveling all around your skin, as if searching for the best place to touch you first. He lifted his hand up to your neck again, holding it in a firm grip. He lifted your chin with his thumb, turning your head as he leaned in to your right ear.

He rubbed his nose against your earlobe, then slid his lips down to the base of your neck, where he planted two open-mouthed kisses, his tongue making first impact.

"Well, Megumi's missing too, so I'd bet they're probably together somewhere."

As he kissed you, he pressed his right leg between your thighs. You could feel his hardness against you as your legs now straddled one of his. He pressed his body even closer to yours, grinning into your neck as he lifted his leg, grinding it against your middle ... you let out another soft moan as your body trembled and your hands gripped the sides of his tee.

"Together where, though? I'm so fucked up I didn't see where she went! I'm a terrible friend!"

Megumi quickly wrapped his hand around your mouth in an attempt to muffle your moans, his head still buried in the crook of your neck. His tongue making long strokes across your skin as you fought to avoid giving away your secret place.

"Oh my god, babe... its ok. Its Megumi. It's not like we don't know him. She's in good hands. He'll take care of her, don't worry. And I'll take care of you."

Megumi's touch was extremely sensual. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he slid his tongue from the base of your neck up to your earlobe and sucked. It felt so good, you almost came.

"Fine lets go... then I'll just have to text her and make sure sh-"

Her voice trailed off as she disappeared back into the building.

Your body continued to tremble as Megumi released his hold on your mouth. He rested his hand at the base of your neck, leaning in to whisper in your ear. "You like this don't you?" He grabbed your chin turning your head to meet his gaze. All color but pink had flushed from your cheeks. Your eyes were glazed over, pupils dilated. Your breaths hitched. Your thoughts had become completely clouded. Yes, you were drunk, but yes, you wanted him. You wanted what he was doing to you. It felt fucking amazing and you needed more.

Megumi smirked, "Yeah. You're staying with me."

Damn you, groupie.

He leaned in and spoke into your mouth through your parted lips... "you're so sweet out there." he tilted his head, "but... you're a bad girl aren't you?" he opened his mouth and, maintaining eye contact, pursed his lips around your bottom lip, sucking it slowly as he pulled away. "mmm... I've got something for you".

His kisses were absolutely fucking delicious. He massaged your tongue with his, sucking your lips in intervals. His lips were so soft, and his tongue warm, gliding lusciously across your skin.

You wanted him to do it. Whatever he was planning, you'd grant him VIP access. The level of sensuality he's displayed to you is off the charts, and you wanted nothing more than to be his special, obedient little groupie.

*~*~*~*~*

The lights were dimmed inside, and the only bodies you could see were Toge and Yuta. Itadori and Nobara had gone.

Megumi opened the door and sauntered in. Toge was passed out on one side of the large sectional couch. "Everything ok?"

"What happened to you? We couldn't find you guys. You were on the balcony that whole time?" Yuta asked as he laid sprawled across the other portion of the sectional, watching TV under a blanket.

"Yup" Megumi replied with a mischievous grin. "Where's Choso?"

Yuta pointed to one of the room doors. "He took the girls in that room. Maki passed out in the small one. We figured you'd want that one". he said, nodding toward the master suite.

"Thanks".

You mouthed the words "Thank you" to Yuta as you followed Megumi inside the large bedroom.

Yuta winked at you. "G'night".

You felt totally refreshed.

"Thanks for letting me shower". You said to Megumi as you emerged from the bathroom which was nestled in the master suite.

"Of course. Here you go." He handed you a clean folded tee and a pair of boxers.

"Are you sure about this? I can just sleep in the robe". It felt so weird being there like that.

I mean, just you.

You'd been introduced to him by Itadori … and only knew Yuji by Nobara... and they didn't stay.

"No, its ok. don't worry about anything. Please. There's a laundry in here. I'll put your clothes in." Megumi always seemed to speak in a relaxed tone... he had a way of making you feel comfortable. But frankly, you wondered if that was simply because that's just how he was and really had nothing to do with you.

"Oh, okay... Thank you." you took the clothing out of his hand. As he turned toward the bathroom, you felt the need to speak up. "Um..." Megumi stopped and turned to you with curious eyes. "I'm feeling … kinda strange being here... I really don't want to impose, or give the wrong impression..."

He raised his eyebrows, "You're doubting yourself now.?"

"Uh... No, its just..."

"You're doubting me?"

You squeezed your eyes shut, "No... I... " you took a deep breath, looked down, and shook your head as you fidgeted with the neck of the tee he gave you.

He stared at you for a few seconds, then stepped towards you, sandwiching your hands and the clothes between his. "I want you here." He gently grabbed your chin and lifted up your head. "But... if you don't want to be here, I'll take you home".

Such a sweetheart. And so smooth.

He grabbed each of your arms, and looked you square in the eyes. "Hear me when I say this. I don't just want you here. I want you, here."

You slowly nodded, blushing as you looked down at his hand on yours. A warm smile forming on your lips.

What a charmer.

And with that, he disappeared into the bathroom.

You removed your robe, slipped on the shorts and put on the tee. It was terribly oversized, but very comfortable. It smelled like soap and incense.

The room was enormous and had minimalist bohemian décor. The walls were painted black, and had one large window that spanned the full length of the wall on your side of the bed. the bathroom was on the other side, along with the door that led to the living room. There was a 65" on the oak dresser opposite the foot of the bed, and various modern paintings were hung on the walls, in addition to houseplants, including a large 7ft Bird of Paradise posted near the bed. The headboard was vintage iron with an intricate design, and above the headboard was a large macramé piece laid on beautiful white driftwood. It was gorgeous. And cozy.

His fragrance wafting up from your borrowed shirt only made you feel more comfortable. The white goose down blankets and pillows were cool to the touch and plush. The fibers of the carpet felt soft under your toes. You opened the curtains and wooden blinds, and cracked the window slightly to let some of the evening breeze that you enjoyed earlier come in. The moonlight was beautiful as it shone brightly on the bed. there was a Bluetooth speaker in the room, so you programmed it to play your favorite relaxing playlist,

You laid there sprawled out on the bed, waiting for Megumi. As anxious and excited as you were to get close to him, your heavy eyes and your body's exhaustion seemed to win the contest...

*~*~*~*~*

When your eyes opened again, it was completely dark in the room except for the moonlight. You felt relatively well rested, and you had sobered up some, but you checked your watch to see that it was now 4am. Megumi was sound asleep next to you on the bed, one of your favorite songs played quietly in the background:

Seigfried - Frank Ocean

Damn. You thought.

It's official. He's perfect.

You turned his direction, laying your head on your hands. The moon glowed softly across his skin, his eyelashes casting a small shadow on his cheeks. His lips looked soft, and you were reminded of those amazing kisses he gave you earlier. He was so beautiful.

You watched as his chest moved up and down, air being supplied to his lungs, his breathing soft and light. You remembered how heavy his breathing was as he played at the show. How hard he worked. He must be exhausted.

However...

I'm here with him.

you thought...

Maybe he won't mind...

you thought.

Just a little... I mean, he asked me to stay here...

He made a move earlier...

you thought...

He's so perfect... but...

I'm not.

You shifted closer to him under the blanket. You got so close, his bicep rested between your breasts as you clung to him. His arm was so firm. So warm. So strong. The arms of a drummer. The length of his arm stretched as far down as the middle of your thigh. You lifted your left leg, covering it as you inched closer. You rested your head on his shoulder, and slowly lifted your leg to prop it up over his body. your knee brushed against it.

His... dick. A faint shudder went through your body.

He had fallen asleep in his boxers and a white tee. You extended your leg down gliding it against his bare skin. He didn't have his pants on now. It felt amazing being this close to him. Touching him.

I wonder if he'll be pissed at me.

You were close before, but... not like this. It was nothing like this.

The feeling of his warm, muscular arm between your breasts was comforting to say the least. You could feel the curves of his muscles against your soft skin. His forearm which extended between your legs was now brushing up against your middle. Your breathing was becoming heavier.

You'd better be careful.

His breathing remained peaceful and steady.

He must have been extremely exhausted.

You reached your hand over and laid it gently on his chest, your fingers rising and falling over every curve of his muscular torso. You moved your hand downward, gliding it up and down his abdomen and his right arm, as his left arm was buried under your body.

Your hands explored slightly past his lower abdomen. As you begin to lift up his shirt, a wave of excitement takes over... More bare skin. You retraced all the places on his chest that you touched above his shirt... Aaaahh... the friction created from skin on skin ... felt so sensual. His was so smooth...

I hope he doesn't wake up.

I'll be so embarrassed...

but... he feels so good.

I'm just massaging him, right?

We're both adults.... and he invited me to sleep here...

If I hadn't passed out...

Another beautiful song:

Stand Still- Sabrina Claudio

"just a little more..." you whispered, under your breath.

Your hand traveled lower toward his abdomen, rubbing across his abs juuuuuust under the band of his boxers... you bit your bottom lip, closing your eyes as your hand inched lower... you began grinding your body, your breasts and your middle, against his strong arm that was nestled between your breasts and your thighs as he lay there asleep.

He felt so fucking good.

damnit... if only he would finish me off...

Your thoughts growing hazy as you whined to yourself like a child.

… Fuck, I want him...

Avoiding the risk of pulling too hard at the band of his boxers, you lift your hand to explore over his shorts...

I just wanna see... what its like...

You could feel his steady breathing under your head as you rested it further on his chest... your hand moved down lower... he was soft... but... you moved it down lower...

You could feel the tender muscle under your fingertips,

soft, and … supple...

He...

is pretty big.

And he's not even hard...

You squeezed it a bit between your fingers, then you cupped it with your hand and .... he's getting bigger....

… he's

… also not breathing the same...

you froze....

His hand gripped your thigh from between your legs.

… Shit! …

Your eyes screwed shut as your face scrunched into a grimace. You raised your head up slowly, and averted your eyes the second they reached his face.

He was wide awake.

Fucking groupie.

"Oh my god... Megumi... I'm sorry"

… Mostly …

… you backed off as you turned beet red, completely avoiding eye contact. Now it really was time to go. You turned to leave the bed...

He quickly grabbed your arm, pulling you back, up against his chest, almost completely on top of him.

"Where are you going?" he asked, grinning from ear to ear. His smile, almost making your heart stop.

His cock was now almost fully erect.

wtf? You thought, as it grazed you slightly.

You still wanted to die though.

"I really am sorry." You whispered, "I don't know what I was thi-."

"I know what you were thinking" Megumi's eyes darkened as he held your arm firmly, keeping you from escaping. "you really are a bad girl, aren't you?"

Embarrassment blended with arousal, and seared through your veins as you mustered up the courage to look him in the eye. Half terrified, half excited... You spoke just above a whisper... "and... what if I am"?

Megumi's eyes widened. After a long pause, he responded with a perfectly blank stare. "Bad girls … get punished".

As he uttered those words, It felt as if your heart skipped several beats, and thumped deep into your chest, your breathing quickening. "Then... I am a bad girl." you said, your gaze glued to his.

Megumi cut his eyes at you. He averted his gaze for a moment, forcing a smirk away as it formed on his mouth. "You want to be puni-?" …

"Yes." you replied, before he finished.

He leered at you as he slowly shook his head, rubbing his mouth with his hand, gliding his index & middle fingers across his lips. "Now I know why you wanted to leave. You weren't worried about me. You were worried about you."

You looked away as your face flushed red. Your brow furrowed at the sound of that harsh revelatory statement.

"But I already told you, didn't I?" he leaned in, still gripping your arm, mere centimeters from your ear, "I've got something for you". He planted one of his juicy kisses on your earlobe.

Climbing Up the Walls - Radiohead

He reached up and grabbed you by the neck, his grip a little more firm this time. His right leg wedged between your thighs again, but now, you could feel his cock as he hovered over you. He was rock hard. And fucking huge.

He forced you on your back as he drew closer. "I'm more than happy to give you what you want". His thumb slowly grazed across your bottom lip, and he suddenly slipped it into your mouth sliding it around your wet tongue. He watched your face as your arousal became more intense, goading him on.

With a mischievous grin, he released your neck, his face following his hands as he slid them down your body. He gripped the hem of your shirt, lifting it up slowly to reveal your beautifully supple skin. He kissed your belly as he raised your shirt over your breasts, blocking your line of sight.

Your hands grasped the headboard and you squirmed underneath him, suddenly feeling the warm sensation of his tongue gliding across your nipple. He pursed his lips around it, sucking hard. His body was heavy and solid, pinning you to the bed. You squeezed your legs together as your hips began to move on their own.

He responded by pressing harder against you, stimulating your clit. You could feel yourself getting wetter... you moaned even louder as your back formed an arch against him. You could hear the sounds of his sucking and kissing from the slickness of his tongue as he alternated between your breasts.

He lifted your shirt up higher removing it, revealing your expression.

Your face flushed as red painted your cheeks. You continued to writhe underneath him as your breathing hitched through parted lips. You closed your eyes and turned to bury your face in your arm.

Megumi grabbed your face, leaning into it, turning it towards him. His dick was thick and heavy as it rested on your thigh. "Mm-mhm … you don't get to hide. Let me see that pretty face you're making". He urged, planting another open-mouthed kiss on your lips, his tongue sliding inside your mouth, massaging yours more aggressively than before. His lips sucked yours repeatedly with wet caresses.

His tongue drove you crazy. You were so hot for him you couldn't think straight. And after that little fiasco of yours, now, he knew it.

"Today's lesson: Be careful what you ask for." He reached for the tee he took off of you, ripped a strip from the bottom and tied it to your wrists. He lifted them, tying them to the headboard.

His large hands traveled from your wrists and slid down the length of your arms. As they reached your breasts, and he cupped and groped them, twirling your nipples around his thumbs as he squeezed.

His hands, god, his hands... The calloused hands of a drummer. The contrast between the rugged roughness of them, against the soft, supple skin of your breasts made you feel so sexy.

It was so stimulating, It made you want to scream. Your body trembled and squirmed. Your moans came out in waves petitioning for more. His name dripped from your lips... "M-Megumi …"

He stopped suddenly...

No... Why did he stop? "Wha-?"

He leaned in close to your ear, grazing it with his lips, his cock pressing against your middle, teasing your clit. "Say it again."...

"What?"

"My name. Say it again".

… "Megumi..." You felt his dick twitch between your legs your leg.

His pupils dilated as he excitedly took in the expression of need on your face... "you know... I wanted you from the very first moment I saw you. I thought, 'you're so beautiful' … and so sweet." He gripped your jaw once more, whispering into your mouth. "Sweet voice... Sweet lips..." He kissed them again, "Sweet body..."

"But when I saw the way you watched me from the bar... the fire in your eyes, the way your body moved when you looked at me... I wanted to make you cry."

He continued, seduction dripping from his lips, "I wanted to see you writhe as I slid my rock hard cock between your thighs. I wanted to make that sweet girl scream for me."

It suddenly became much harder to breathe. A deep tremor erupted from your core, your chest rising and falling hard as his deep voice and hot breath tickled your ear.

Megumi slowly pressed his lips to yours, then lowered his hands, to remove your shorts, a wet line stretching from them to your core as he pulled them off.

"Wow," a smirk formed on his lips, "you're drenched".

You turned your head again, closing your eyes.

He turned your face toward him again. "I told you not to hide that from me". He slid his right hand down your body, slipping it between your legs, massaging your hot center slowly with his four fingers. "Aaaah, you're so fucking wet for me" he rubbed faster... "I love seeing you like this. I wanna see more..."

"Haaa-aaah!" Your moans grew louder as his now slick fingers glided across your wet core. Your hips began to move against his hand, jerking as he teased your sensitive, throbbing clit.

Megumi kept his face close to yours as if recording your every emotional response as he fondled your folds. "You gonna cum for me sweetness?" He then plunged his two middle fingers deep inside your hole as he watched your face twist in erotic agony.

Your jaw dropped into a silent scream as your eyes fluttered shut. Your head pressed back into the pillows, your body convulsed, clenching tight around him with your back arched, your legs flailing around as you released all over his hand.

"aaah... yeah... that's it..." Megumi grunted and moaned in your ear as he watched you come, his eyes screwed shut as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. His long thick fingers stayed plugged inside your heat as your body shook. He curled his hand around your pubic bone, pressing his palm against your swollen, sensitive clit.

As you continued to pour over him, seeping on to the bed, he pulled his fingers from your opening and lifted them to his mouth sucking them as he held your gaze. "god, you are so fucking sweet". He laid his hand on your quivering thigh, the vibration making him even harder as he heightened his own experience from witnessing yours.

You felt like you would lose your mind. Or maybe you had already. Your body continued to tremble even after he'd removed his hand from your core. Your hitched breathing and stifled moans echoed in your own ears as your vision vaguely settled onto his beautiful face.

He whispered. "Wow..." His brow wrinkling as he tilted his head, "You're still feeling it aren't you?" Megumi watched as you trembled uncontrollably. "You really are something..." he continued, "But guess what, sweetness?"

He kissed your lips and whispered, "I'm something else".

Megumi shifted his body, positioning himself onto a kneel between your legs. You could see his enormous horizontal print carved into the fabric of his boxers, the area at his tip, soaked.

"You were curious, right?" He said as his hand gripped his cock over his shorts. He removed them slowly, a makeshift striptease that had your heart pounding out of your chest; the strong urge to look away tugging against your desire.

The band of his boxers struggled over his thickness, releasing it as it finally slid past the length. He was so big, you were embarrassed to look. You tuned your head again into your other arm, shying away from the sight, yet dying to feel him.

"You did this to me." he leaned back in to you and kissed you softly on your cheek. "And now you have to take responsibility."

His tongue slid down your neck and chest, traveling to your breast bone, the trail of saliva leaving a cool sensation in its wake as he made his way lower. His kisses peppered your breasts, his large calloused hands gripping them as he buried his face in between.

Before him, you had never felt kisses so sensual, so decadent. Your skin seemed to melt like hot wax under his lips and tongue as they danced gracefully along the supple skin of your breasts. And the sound... the soft, wet, quiet smacks and sucking, the sensations were enough to drive you wild.

Megumi really was more than you imagined he'd be. And you could not get enough of him. His face traveled lower toward your belly, his hands continuing to squeeze and press your breasts as his thumbs tweaked your sensitive nipples.

His amazing hands... rough, yet so gentle, caressed your skin as they slid down, firmly gripping your waist. His thumbs massaged circles around your smooth belly, his tongue tickling your button.

Good & Plenty - (Remix) Masego, Alex Isley, Lucky Daye

Blended into the atmosphere as he lifted his face, making eye contact with a glance and a sly grin. His his hands moved lower still, between your legs, avoiding your center. They curled around your inner thigh, pressing them outward and down. His thumbs pulled your folds to each side, widening your opening.

Megumi pursed his soft lips into a large "O" around your sex, his slick tongue flattening against your slit as he licked slowly upward from your hole to your hood, kissing then sucking your clit as he reached the top, repeating his motion over... and over... and over.

His hair tickled your lower belly and thighs. His head swayed to each side as his tongue glided smoothly across your slick heat. Low groans vibrated in his throat as he continued gathering your wetness and fucking your opening repeatedly with his tongue.

You wailed in pleasure pulling desperately against the headboard as you remained bound, up top by your wrists and below by Megumi's firm grip on your thighs.

As the sensations overwhelmed him, he shifted the position of his arms, wrapping them under your thighs in a full muscular lock, as he pressed his mouth harder into your center, sinking his tongue deeper into your hole. He bucked his hips forward into the mattress as he edged, his arms shaking almost violently against you.

His groans, his strong muscles flexing around your legs, you could tell he was close, peaking just from the taste and feel of your sex.

The thought of it made you even wetter as you edged. His moans were music to your ears, revealing his thirst. It brought you to the point of no return as you cried out in desperation, warning him of the impending wave driven by sheer erotic fervor.

"Mmmm... come sweetness... Come all over me."

A shockwave overtook you as your back arched into his mouth. You convulsed and trembled vigorously as you released, your head going completely cloudy, your eyes screwed shut. Your body tremored head to toe as you gasped for breath.

Megumi lifted himself up, wiping his mouth with the palm of his hand as he leaned in for a kiss, sharing your arousal.

He lowered his weight onto your body, whispering in your ear, his fingers running softly through your hair. "You're even more beautiful when you cum..." His eyes searched your face lecherously, patiently waiting for some semblance of coherence... "Just a little more..." He said, echoing your words from earlier, when he was supposed to be asleep.

He reached down and gripped his shaft, sliding the head around your oversensitive clit, teasing, then pressing it down between your slick folds. Then, with inexplicable ease, he sank halfway in past your swollen entrance. You wailed in ecstasy, clenching as you feel him pause before reaching the hilt.

Megumi's breaths became deep and staggered as he waited to claim you fully, calming himself down before finishing the job. He pressed his arms down against the sides of your body, as he lay on top of you, slipping his hands under you, to grip your ass firmly.

You turned to look into his eyes, breathless. The second you made eye contact, he pressed his throbbing cock further inside, stretching you to your limit as he climbed to the top of your walls. You gasped as he continued to watch your face. Your erotic, pained expressions exciting him all the more, his dick, throbbing inside.

"That's what you wanted, right?" He breathed, pressing in deeper with a ragged groan without waiting for an answer. "fuck, baby you're so tight."

A slightly painful, yet overwhelmingly sensual wave of ecstasy gripped you. He felt incredible. You've never been so satisfied, so full. You became more comfortable with his size by the second, your lips quivering as his warm body continued to envelop you.

"You feel so fucking good." Megumi slowly rocked his hips, grinding his cock into your sweltering heat. "Open up a little more for me."

You obediently spread your legs wider, relaxing your floor to welcome him as he slowly began to pound his length in and out of your pulsing core, his shaft massaging your walls, throbbing, and pressing, searching for that special sweet spot.

He reached up to grip the headboard for leverage, his right hand wrapped tightly around your neck as his muscles flexed and the veins in his arms came into view.

"Aaahhh" he breathed, "just like that..." His tongue flicked out, gliding slowly across your neck, "Yeah", he hissed. "I'll teach you to be a good girl for me."

With heavily hooded eyes, you watched him hovering over you as he continued to rock his hips, you, and the bed at a steady pace, beating into you like a bass drum, his hand firm around your neck, locking into eye contact, his lips parted slightly as he released stifled breaths. He's here. Fucking the living shit out of you, like you knew he could. Like only he could.

You could feel your climax surging from deep inside you as his dark blue eyes burned into yours. Megumi fucked his cock into you again, and again, and again, as the same air exchanged between you and you both edged toward release.

He had successfully claimed your body and your heart as he dripped sweat onto your cheek, the droplets mimicking the clear salty fluid that slowly filled your eyes, seeping from the corners, tickling your face as they fell.

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Set 3 Preview: You could hardly contain your gasp as you saw him. You blushed hard and licked your lips again, your core clenched so tightly you rubbed your thighs together as you body tingled all over. You turned away, gently rubbing the nape of your neck.

Megumi missed nothing. "You're hiding from me again." He scolded. I told you not to do that. You like what you see?"

Your heart pounded hard in your chest as you replied softly, "Yes."

"Then why don't you be a good girl and show me how much you like it?" ...

(My ADHD had me editing this repeatedly... XD)

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Movement Project Week 3 - Animation 01 - Trust the Process...

So like I wrote before, I expected to begin Week 3 actually participating in a Workshop and I feel the need here to preemptively defend myself a bit and mention that I did in fact show up on Monday morning. I even emailed Mary Conroy who suggested I join the workshop on Week 4 instead, so I'm hiding behind that excuse for the moment.

Anyway with all the workshops halfway through their two week block structure, I realised I could now only attend a maximum of two workshops for this project or in other words, I'd missed the boat on one entirely. And even though I love animation, it was also the easiest to do at home by myself and thus received the boot.

So now I just have to produce some animated work at home by myself to the standard of quality expected from a hands on workshop with expert tutors... walk in the park... :(

Above: Deja Vue

I guess the first thing to do is refer back to my mind map and explain my thought process here. I think by now as I write this at the end of Week 4, I've come to understand "The Spiral" as my central theme, but the dumber version of me who existed a week ago somehow beat around that bush without ever landing on that keyword. I was seriously drawing spiral staircases while still unable put words to my thesis. Anyway...

My train of thought basically went from "Kinetic/Parabolic/Geometric" to "Rotation" to "Spiral Staircase". This later led me to wider influence of the "Op Art" (or optical illusion art) world.

Above: You have no long how far back I had to scroll to find this again...

Actually looking back on I'm slightly abridging the timeline here, after all this was whopping week-ish ago. The staircase idea likely took seed in my head after seeing the above gif online by indie animator @PunchUsagi on Twitter. The quality of their work speaks for itself obviously, but it was less the stellar character acting that captured me and more the (seemingly) simple* five frame background animation loop of a camera tracking down a spiral staircase. You can even see how clearly my sketch above borrowed from this animation.

*definitely, absolutely, factually, 1000% NOT easy...

Trying to replicate PunchUsagi's work led to a couple of complications. First, I tried so many times to imitate this looping staircase effect but short of tracing I just couldn't get it right. Second, even though I know I've seen this kind of effect in animation before (Yu Yu Hakusho) I can't for the life of me track down any good reference material. Short of having some kind of Dewey Decimal ass brain for animated staircase scenes, there's really no good way to search this kind of thing.

So having (temporarily, at least) shelved that after a series of attempts, I moved on to similar but slightly less challenging prospect; animating a revolving staircase, except from a static, head-on view. I thought this would be a good exercise to stretch my 3D muscles in Blender as I'd never attempted to make anything like that before. I had a rock solid plan though, it was called "The Array Modifier"

Above: I tried to make a GIF where I would navigate to the array modifier as some sort of joke and then I actually couldn't find it cause Blender 4.0 changed the menu around...

Moving on...

Above: Behold the awesome power of the array modifier, master of stairs and making thereof...

So naturally I made a cylinder as the column of the stairs and a step whose height was an even divisor of the cylinders length to ensure an proper fit. At time I had no idea how engineers and architects measured the amount of steps need to encircle the circumference of the central column, and as you might accurately infer from that sentiment, was in over my head as a certified stair expert...

Above: That which precipitates the fall...

A column and a step, all I need now is my trusty, handy-dandy, 100% absolutely failproof companion; the array modifier...

What could go wrong?

Above: What went wrong...

Oh no.

So I realised that the array modifier is great for making straight, linear, decidedly not-curving stairs. Of course this clashed greatly with my idea of a y'know, spiral staircase. It was back to the drawing board...

Above: My saviour

But not for long! As this slightly outdated video showcased a method where you create an empty Plain Axes object at the centre-point of the cylinder and use that as the offset for the array modifier. I don't know why it wouldn't work using the cylinder as the offset value but I'm going to assume it has something to do with God challenging me.

So with that figured out we were home free...

Above: Why?

Oh No.

Basically this was a result of me not understanding the engineering or architectural design behind spiral staircases, as I alluded to earlier. In fact I've actually been recreating all the screenshots for this post cause I'm stupid and never document anything, and I actually couldn't even replicate this mistake at first. That's correct I am unable to succeed at failure...

Anyway the problem was that I failed to align the steps to the centremost point of the cylinder, which is necessary for it to coil properly. The other mistake I made while less important structurally was equally displeasing aesthetically. If you want the steps to perfectly encircle the circumference of the cylinder, you have to actually plan ahead and do the math to ensure that outcome. This particular math has already left my head (to make room for all my clever thoughts, no doubt) but this video by a real guy with actual qualifications sums it up better than I could:

Above: My other saviour

And finally we're on to the end result. I am now a master 3D staircase maker, capable of bending geometry to my will... I can also make little animations like this cool turnaround!

Above: Literal minutes of hard work...

Tumblr looks to be fucking up that video so I'll re-render it and try again tomorrow but for today I honestly can't be arsed.

Looking back I've probably spent too much time covering the "How?" and not enough covering the "Why?". I'll rectify that in a later post and get more into what I want to accomplish using spirals in animation, but for now you can probably gauge my overall mental energy level from the second half of the above paragraph's lone sentence. For now, me tired, me sleep.