#if youre a artist ill try to follow back too!

[800-dick-pics]

Today is a great day to show support to Indigenous peoples of Turtle Island!

Ima TS Black Seminole artist and Im going to be selling my beadwork and maybe patches on my instagram @/wildwotko, Currently there arent any posts but Im going to be posting later today and after that pretty regularly!

If you wanna support a struggling black two spirit artist pls follow for my beadwork on insta @/wildwotko!

Thank you for supporting Mtvo!!!

[ketchuppee]

During the 2008 recession, my aunt lost her job. Her, her partner, and my three cousins moved across the country to stay with us while they got back on their feet. My house turned from a family of four to a family of nine overnight, complete with three dogs and five cats between us.

It took a few years for them to get a place of their own, but after a few rentals and apartments, they now own a split level ranch in a town nearby. I’ve lost track of how many coworkers and friends have stayed with them when they were in a tight spot. A mother and son getting out of an abusive relationship, a divorcee trying to stay local for his kids while they work out a custody agreement, you name it. My aunt and uncle knew first hand what that kindness meant, and always find space for someone who needed it, the way my parents had for them.

That same aunt and uncle visited me in [redacted] city last year. They are prolific drinkers, so we spent most of the day bar hopping. As we wandered the city, any time we passed a homeless person, my uncle would pull out a fresh cigarette and ask them if they had a light. Regardless of if they had a lighter on hand or not, he offered them a few bucks in exchange, which he explained to me after was because he felt it would be easier for them to accept in exchange for a service, no matter how small.

I work for a company that produces a lot of fabric waste. Every few weeks, I bring two big black trash bags full of discarded material over to a woman who works down the hall. She distributes them to local churches, quilting clubs, and teachers who can use them for crafts. She’s currently in the process of working with our building to set up a recycling program for the smaller pieces of fabric that are harder to find use for.

One of my best friends gives monthly donations to four or five local organizations. She’s fortunate enough to have a tech job that gives her a good salary, and she knows that a recurring donation is more valuable to a non-profit because they can rely on that money month after month, and can plan ways to stretch that dollar for maximum impact. One of those organizations is a native plant trust, and once she’s out of her apartment complex and in a home with a yard, she has plans to convert it into a haven of local flora.

My partner works for a company that is working to help regulate crypto and hold the current bad actors in the space accountable for their actions. We unfortunately live in a time where technology develops far too fast for bureaucracy to keep up with, but just because people use a technology for ill gain doesn’t mean the technology itself is bad. The blockchain is something that she finds fascinating and powerful, and she is using her degree and her expertise to turn it into a tool for good.

I knew someone who always had a bag of treats in their purse, on the odd chance they came across a stray cat or dog, they had something to offer them.

I follow artists who post about every local election they know of, because they know their platform gives them more reach than the average person, and that they can leverage that platform to encourage people to vote in elections that get less attention, but in many ways have more impact on the direction our country is going to go.

All of this to say, there’s more than one way to do good in the world. Social media leads us to believe that the loudest, the most vocal, the most prolific poster is the most virtuous, but they are only a piece of the puzzle. (And if virtue for virtues sake is your end goal, you’ve already lost, but that’s a different post). Community is built of people leveraging their privileges to help those without them. We need people doing all of those things and more, because no individual can or should do all of it. You would be stretched too thin, your efforts valiant, but less effective in your ambition.

None of this is to encourage inaction. Identify your unique strengths, skills, and privileges, and put them to use. Determine what causes are important to you, and commit to doing what you can to help them. Collective action is how change is made, but don’t forget that we need diversity in actions taken.

[gallusrostromegalus]

I am constantly procrastinating working on my original fic by writing fanfic. Any advice for how to refocus and finish my novel?

Well. The novel probably needs a nap.

Procrastinating is a symptom that something is preventing you from doing the thing you "should" be doing. Most of the time it's an unrelated, but actually higher priority task like resting after an illness (society is fucking lying about anything else being more important) or filing your taxes (actually this one is pretty important).

...but if you're procrastinating on one creative project with another creative project, you're not procrastinating: something about the novel is off right now, the fanfic is more appealing to you.

Consider the following:

You may be writing fic because it brings you more joy than the novel. If you really want to get back to the novel, figure out what would make working on it more enjoyable. Engagement from a beta-editor? Skipping this really boring scene and coming back to it later? Adding more smut?

You may also be writing fic because it's got a lower spoon coat than the novel and you need to conserve your spoons right now. Any extra stress in your life? Moving? Toothache? Recovering from Covid? Annoying roommate? Sick family member? It's an election year? ANY of those could soak up extra spoons and make your novel too expensive for your spoons budget. Let it take a nap, and come back when you're feeling better.

You may be sharpening your artistic skills on a lower-stakes project before going back to the novel. This is pretty normal- even Michaelangelo took breaks to work on other pieces while sculpting The David, both for a change of pace and so he could try something out without fucking up the big block.

Fortunately, you're writing, so you can always try writing the challenging scene a dozen times in different docs or save the parts that were good but don't not in a spare parts bucket doc.

Or keep working on that fic, it's helping you learn on a subconscious level.

You don't love the novel right now. This is alright. This is usually temporary, and the solution is the same- put it aside and work on something else.

Maybe you are just bored of the novel. That's fine and normal, you just save all the documents to your hard drive and come back later. When the fic inevitably gets boring too, you'll come back to the novel and either go "oh hey this kicks ass!" And return to it with renewed enthusiasm.

...Or you'll come back to it and go "oh. This is actually a piece of shit" And that's okay too, because there's nothing more useless than polishing a turd, but that turd is still valuable as compost. You learned things writing it, and you can still rifle through the novel for good lines or scenes or turns of phrase and put those in your spare parts doc to ferment into The Good Shit in the back of your mind.

HOWEVER:

If you are experiencing a different phenomenon wherein you are actively distressed while writing the fic- either out of misplaced guilt, or the fic isn't actually fun you just feel compelled to do something, or absolutely every creative endeavor is stressing you out, you may be experiencing a serious mental or physical health issue and you should see your GP or a specialist ASAP. Pain is an indicator that something is wrong. Do not ignore your body's warning light.

That sounds really dramatic and hyperbolic but realizing I was not enjoying ANY creative work was the symptom that finally got me to sit down and go "huh. All these random pains, irregular sleep cycle, frequent migraines and weird bouts of vertigo aren't normal either, I should get this looked at." And it turned out I had dangerously low blood oxygen at night from undiagnosed sleep apnea. I have a CPAP machine now and it's AMAZING.

I really hope this is regular artistic shuffle and not a serious health concern, but if you're experiencing creative stress AND a bunch of other shit, it may be serious.

[candyje11yfish]

ty! \(^_^)/ feelin good so ill try answer in detail for ya!!!! 

most of the time i just do basic cell shading. here ill explain my rendering process after i choose my base colours, ill try keep it short & sweet!! nvm warning buckle up its really super long.

flat colours -> fully shaded!!

⭐️Picking shading colours!

usually it's just the base colour with +saturation OR a hue shift! i dont really lower brightness.

This is what i mean by HSB, i never use the colour wheel i prefer the sliders!!!

i like my art to look super colourful so i do things like shading pink with blue instead of with a darker pink or red, as shown in the above callie piece.

examples ft lumity:

skin: i always keep it very simple & cartoony! over the nose, below the eyes, the neck & sometimes the tips of the ears is where i'll put shading

hair: as u can See, it's not darker than the base colour at all!! for dark hair like luz's, i brighten & saturate the colour, and for light hair like amity's i just shift the hue a little!

⭐️more kewl tips:

colourpick from yourself!!!! instead of making a new colour for everything, try using a colour u already have down!!!! like below: by limiting my colour palette, it looks more harmonious

really messy image but i hope u get what i mean. also the "off white / black" thing is a separate choosing base colours thing!! i can expand on that if anyone's interested 😙

shove halftones in wherever they fit. here are the 2 pngs i use!! there a rlly good alt to gradients, i used a LOT of them in that callie piece!!! clipping mask over where u want it & alpha lock to change colour.

⭐️here's a WHERE i put the shading:

look st the environment ur guy is in!! pick where your light source is coming from & look where that light will hit and where it is blocked by something.

bounce light: the sun's light is also shining on the grass! so powerful the green reflects right back!

this is kinda more realistic lighting now.

i kinda just put a circle wherever theres a corner!

and i put that Beautiful Shape a lot wherever. i change it a little depending on the character, sometimes its triangular or squarey but thats the base shape! i dont even know what its called but i love it.

look at this hello weird shape guy!!!

actually, my grandfest art are probably some of the most detailed art i have! u can see urself where i put shading & stuff - they do have more desaturated colour palettes though:

& here are some additional examples ^_^ flat colour -> shaded -> multiply layer -> lighting

in this one u can see the hand & leg at the back are completely in shadow too :)

anyway i think that's kinda it? i dont really know how to explain it, i just do what feels & looks right to me??? remember that im Not an expert & this is just how i do things :)

i will always repeat my no1 tips tho: keep drawing!!! and copy ur fave artists!!!!!! it really will hell u find what u like!!!!!!!!!!!!

i hope this post helps a little & answers ur question😇 never be shy to ask me anything cuz i love answering & chattin w u guys!!!!

EDIT: just saying these arent set rules or anything!!!! u can see just how many times i Dont follow my own advice LOL. my artstyle is super inconsistent, i rarely draw things the same every time

[kaijuparfait]

long ramble of me going through the venom trailer because i am insane totally normal about it

this isn't anything professional, just me spouting out random words as i run around in circles like an excited dog-

OK LET'S GO:

firstly... king please change your clothes its been years, why are you still wearing that exact same outfit???

BUT i am a sucker for the light going over and past Eddie as he walks, i just think it's so cool hehe,,

E: "You should probably know that I have a really dark and unpredictable side to me."

hmmm... i'll believe you. at first, it sounds like he's telling this to Venom, but I wouldn't be surprised if Eddie is telling this to someone else and this "dark and unpredictable side" is Venom.... Or he is telling this to Venom and Eddie just really wants to kill now which. I am ok with that, love that for them, they should be allowed to do what they want

cleanly punching off the lock via the ~ Power of Friendship ~ (or something like that)

not the dogs :( i'm assuming this is a place to hold dogs for like. dog fighting?? i think? which is terrible and those guys deserved to get their heads eaten!

E: "I'm giving you a chance, sweetie."

LET. EDDIE. KILL. everyone say thank you Tom Hardy for being Eddie cause WOAH i am. normal.

V: "Just say "when"." E: "...when."

WE'RE SO BACK its just like the "Mask!" "Copy." bit from the first movie omg we're so back, these two make me ill i love them sm

also Eddie not even flinching at the knife, most likely Venom turning off the pain (or something) but I like to think Eddie's just cool like that (these close ups of Eddie's face makes me wanna do a study on him, just draw him a million times for the fun of it, and i will! Tom Hardy is a beautiful man!)

either venom is fully acting as shoes or Eddie is wear the most busted up pair of crocs i have ever seen and both options are so great. either way- KICK! that guy is GONE you even see him slouched against the wall, surrounded by bricks in a later scene, Venom and Eddie are not messing around this movie!

I- hhhhh. ok. I'm ok. Yeah these two are NOT messing around, Eddie could not care less about these dudes, there is no hesitating, no guilt, no fear in this man's expression AND I LOVE IT <333 GET ANGRY! GET SCARY!!!

AND WE HAVE THE BOI. THERE HE IS!!! the roar sounds different too i think, it's very cool tho, feels like a shrill, higher pitch than i expected but i don't dislike it

let the dogs be free! they immediately start attacking those guys and i love it <3 doggy :3

AND EDDIE IS FIGHTING TOO WOOOOO i need to redraw all of these frame cause WHEW! making me blush with these shot compositions, so good. so much trust, Eddie knows Venom will keep him safe and jumps in! literally! i adore how Venom's head is following him too, it's so creepy, the way it just slithers through the air, I wish to send all my love to the teams who work on Venom, there are so many points from the trailer and the first 2 movies that I wanna dissect, just to point out all his little movements, very fun

speaking of his little movements- squinty eyes :3 and the half venom, half eddie face again! always a win, forever iconic <3

tearing apart this venom scene OK! the little tendrils by Eddie's face, the way they move around is so UGH its so weird and i adore it! This "pose" is also fun because we really get to see the inside of Venom's mouth, most importantly his teeeeeth, in a long, pretty still shot that isn't when his mouth is wide open, the artist in me is loving it

also the team always does an amazing job on just making Venom look alien- the thick veins, the shiny black skin, and the tendrils that are holding up the bad guy split apart, instead of being just one tentacle, very gross, but in a good way

E: "We.. are..-" V: "WE ARE VENOM!" E: "We.. are..-" V: "VENOM!!" E: "No.."

They share one braincell, holy fudge, I love symbrock fjdkslfjsdk

and Eddie just keeps trying! same tone, same level, and Venom is so excited

V: "Oh!"

(I also love these shots because we get a nice close up of how Venom's mouth moves when pronouncing words)

E: "Yeah.. We.." V: "We.." E + V: "are... Venom." E: "...We really need to work on that."

and they get there eventually lmao, the way they say it is so in sync, even the eye movements are the same, how they open wider, and THE VOICES hhhh the voices.,,.. Tom Hardy is such a good. voice actor? in this sense ig.. i am on the ground, pure joy with how Eddie and Venom's voices overlap here

and Venom goes to town! lovely meal <3 getting a meal with the bf <3

I am LOOKING oh my goodness his mouth can open WIDE... normal feelings rn, yup, mhm!

doggy :D dog friends :D also Eddie no shot you stole that guy's shoes lmao??? nice boots tho (as someone who wears cowboy boots often, i would love to see Eddie in a full outfit.. putting that in the drawing idea list...)

V: "DELICIOUS! You take me to all the finest places!"

see! dinner date! :3 I can just hear the smile on Venom, i love when he's happy

and the world's most pathetic wet cat of a man (I say with the upmost affection) is back!

more proof that Eddie is never NOT sweating and that Tom Hardy's Eddie voice has the most confusing accent- i think he's saying

E: "Honey, I don't know."

but he could very well just be stuttering, or maybe he stopped midway and instead said "I need- I don't know." but i'm hoping they're at the point of pet names, go full comic, let Eddie call Venom "love" and "dear" and "my darling"

[Edit- thank you @.bridoesotherjunk for pointing out that he says "I need a Tylenol." i need better listening comprehension i guess??? lol?]

i don't know 100% of the Venom lore, still have tons of comics to read, so i won't talk much about the potential storyline here but- 4 SYMBIOTES!! maybe maybe maybe the Life Foundation Symbiotes... these babies got some funky colors.. they already used the name Riot but these 4 could be Lasher, Phage, Scream and Agony if i pray hard enough, the colors don't match but i can dream!

totally not emotional over this little bit of Venom that was left behind from that one after credits scene trying to bond with a host gently. yup yeah my heart isn't hurting at all!

LET MY BOY GO, HE DID NO WRONG!!!

my favorite local cryptid, what a creature

and he changed! finally! nice shirt tho, buttoned up only part way? the HAIR??? good stuff

fire seems to be a known weakness now, looking at the background, and i can't guess what they're looking up at, Eddie does speed up for it tho. I'm gonna say either a helicopter or something else they're gonna try and jump up to? Venom does go-

V: "OH SHIT"

during this scene so maybe it's one of those Symbiotes from before? Who knows, I could guess a hundred things but idk

THE WATER SCENE!! FROM THAT ONE BEHIND THE SCENES PHOTO TOM HARDY POSTED!!!

Venom in the last bit and Eddie being just himself if the first portion of these clips show that these guys 100% know what they're doing and have some sort of device (shown in the right image) that is capable of doing some crazy damage to Venom! Which! Oh no!!! I enjoy fight scenes underwater tho (Looks at Godzilla), very hyped for this one, I really wanna see how Venom swims. Yeah that sounds a bit weird but like. no way he's swimming like a human, c'mon now

E: "We are living the dream, my friend V: "You mean it?!" E: "NO."

Can't get over Venom's delivery here, he sounds so genuinely, it made me laugh, especially to how exhausted Eddie sounds lmao

LAS VEGAS??? y'all guessed right, they really are gonna get married in vegas,,

Eddie in a suit, HELLO??? my guy is looking snazzy! really tho, he looks so nice a suit, the BLACK AND WHITE suit? perfect. I saw people saying that they hope that Venom is the suit and just. me too..

MRS. CHEN RETURNS omg this cast are all so <333 she is GORGEOUS that dress is beautiful on her AND HER HAIR Mrs. Chen my beloved

Mrs. Chen sounds so happy to see Eddie, and Venom also very excitedly say hi, my heart is going to burst, it is overflowing, this part of the trailer makes me smile so much AND THEN THEY DANCE WITH EACH OTHER!!! I know it's called The Last Dance but I was not expecting a dance with Mrs. Chen??? I am more than ok with this tho, Venom and Mrs. Chen, dancing on the stairs, they look so happy, they're having such a good time i can't, my heart can't take this <3

AND LOOK HOW THEY HOLD HER HANDS.. they... they care about each other so much i'm going to cry in the theaters- no i'm gonna cry NOW.

is that a xenophage i see??? that thing is HUGE HUH??? i fully understand Venom in this (side note, i ADORE how Venom goes "JESUS CHRIST" upon seeing this thing, the line delivery get's better every film, that was so genuine) this design is insane tho, i might spend some time doing a study on it

Toxin is here! YIPPEE!!! love the voice, thought it was Venom for a second the first time i watch this but its pretty good

I have no clue who the people are that are in this tower thing, I've seen a few theories but i ain't embarrassing myself by guessing wrong here lmao

(running out of image spaces sorry!)

in the clip of Venom walking into this lab (?) and then getting violently shot at, is it just me or does Venom seem small? I'm guessing the door is just really big but like. idk maybe i'm just mixing up my Venoms and thinking that he's not as big as I remember

really quick cut of what may be 2 more Symbiotes like the 4 from earlier? maybe they're the same and are just changing colors, maybe they're new, who knows! I love their colors tho, the one on the right (in the clip) looks like it's blue and pink and i think that's cute

Xenophage breaks into this lab, love that for her, she is still terrifying!

E: "We may not make it out of this alive, buddy."

haha what do you mean by that king?

V: "Eddie... the time has come..."

HAHA PAUSE. uhm. he said the same thing last time at the end of Let There Be Carnage and Eddie didn't let him go but, istg, IF THEY DIE AT THE END OF THIS MOVIE. i know its the last of the trilogy BUT THEY DON'T NEED TO DIE, SONY, MARVEL, DON'T DO THIS TO ME. i am going cry violently at the writers... i don't think i will ever stop crying if they die at the end

they're in this busted up helicopter, already intriguing, but when it zooms in on Eddie's face, he's tearing up??? this movie is checking off every emotion, i need to remember to stay hydrated before i go see it, i will cry so much

I don't even think i'll be able to handle just one of them dying, the end of the first movie made me tear up the first time i saw it, and that was before i was as insane about them as i am now, i will be UNWELL in the theater

And last but certainly not least. HORSE VENOM WOOOOOO

the design for this things is insane, i didn't think i'd ever wanna draw a horse in my life but like.. kinda changing my mind ngl (weird detail, Venom horse has hands and feet and not hooves!)

E: "Be honest with me, how fast do you think you can make that thing go, without killing it?" V: "..ONLY ONE WAY TO FIND OUT!"

Venom sounds a bit muffled in this clip which makes it a bit more funny to me, i won't lie. Eddie is hanging on FOR HIS LIFE THOUGH, geez i know he said "how fast" but Eddie gets LAUNCHED OFF VENOM when they go over that cliff. fun reference to the first movie, how Venom grabs onto Eddie as he flies up, like on the motorcycle <3

this horse scene has to be earlier on because Eddie is in The Outfit and is also not wearing shoes??? i refuse to believe he'd put it back on, and in the helicopter-"it is time" clip, Eddie is wearing that white shirt, which looks like the undershirt to the suit (maybe) so the Las Vegas scene happens before them running from the explosion/fire.

oh right, the song that's playing? Space Oddity by David Bowie? yeah it's about an astronaut dying along in space.... which... is not very comforting...

god this trailer makes me so hyped, October cannot come faster i need this movie NOW. please.

man the trailer is kinda confusing, i'm already making guesses on where things happen and what the context could be, but literally anything could happen in this film. there are so many things that just don't make sense yet and it's hurting my brain I JUST WANNA KNOW! are those new Symbiotes or not? What even is the plot? Will Eddie and Venom profess their love to each other? Will Sleeper be real? How many times will this movie make me cry? Only time will tell

...and it's only the first trailer! head so full of thoughts, heart so full of emotions!

[lifeafterartsch00l]

My fav sns smut

or some of it anyway

If Naruto x Sasuke fking nasty is your ☕️

I tried to find all these beloved authors to tag them, but I couldn’t find them all, if you know who they are, plz tag them! Let’s share the ❤️

In no particular order

Healing the Broken by KizuKatana

When people tell me about smut they read in printed books I’m like

Because it’s fics like these that amaze me with their ingenuity, creativity, originality, and boldness 🔥🔥🔥

AKA

This fic isn’t just PWP (although that’s fine too in my book), it’s so well written with character development, action & romance ❤️‍🔥 Predators by the same author is also excellent 👌🏽

Thx u @kizukatana 😊

“Chapters: 23/23

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Underage

Relationships: Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto

Characters: Uzumaki Naruto, Uchiha Sasuke

Additional Tags: Angst, SPOILERS MANGA CHAPTER 693, Drug Use, sex during drug use, Canon-Typical Violence, canon!sasuke, canon!naruto, Addiction, Slash, narusasunaru, Fix-It, my version of how it should have ended, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, NSFW, Smut

Series: Part 1 of HTB universe

Summary: The war is over, and Sasuke is brought back to the village after his defeat by Naruto. But he is struggling to re-assimilate into the village. As his mental stability continues to erode, Tsunade and Kakashi ask Naruto to try a different treatment method. Naruto x Sasuke (slash - boy x boy). Post manga chapter 693.

Warning: Hard Yaoi (Boy x Boy) language, angst, mental illness, substance abuse, masturbation, eventual sex. Not appropriate for young readers. 18+

Disclaimer - As with everything I write on this site, I don't own the characters (Kishimoto does), and I make no money. My only payment is in reviews.

Spanish Translation by Linme (thank you!) “

[doujinshi] My Lost Himawari by SouthNorthSound

Me, to the artist (and English translator) of this visually stunning and well written doujinshi -

Seriously. It’s amazing. The visual metaphors. The angst. The way the artist can simply draw a single panel of a close-up Uchiha eye that is so outrageously sultry and sexy I don’t understand 🥵 one of the extra chapters unlocked something in me (the dream one). Bonus that it’s also really funny & has a lot of respect/empathy for its women characters too! If anyone knows who this artist plz let me know I would like to follow them until the end of the world ❤️ the ending healed me 💔

EDIT HOLY S*** GUYS I FOUND THE TRANSLATOR & ARTIST ON TUMBLR

Thx u @southnorthsound 😭❤️🫡🙇🏻‍♀️

Thx u @gigihorseinthehouse 😭 I love you I low key think you’re a genius ok sorry bye 👉🏽👈🏽

"https://archiveofourown.org/works/36581581

[doujinshi] My Lost Himawari by SouthNorthSound

Chapters: 60/60

Fandom: Naruto, Boruto: Naruto Next Generations

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto

Characters: Uchiha Sasuke, Uzumaki Naruto, Haruno Sakura, Hyuuga Hinata, Uchiha Sarada, Uzumaki Boruto, Uzumaki Himawari, Hatake Kakashi, Nara Shikamaru, Temari (Naruto), Nara Shikadai, Akimichi Chouchou, Gaara (Naruto)

Additional Tags: Fanart, Fan Comics, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, SasuNaru - Freeform, NaruSasu - Freeform, Translation, Doujinshi, Fix-It, how it should have ended, Angst, If you don’t understand how they ended up like that in Boruto READ THIS, Poetic, comedic, Loyal to canon, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst, NSFW Art, Sex

Summary: A love story consists of different perspectives and different memories. It’s about saudade / realization / entanglement / out of control / hope / restart

Chapter700 background

Warning: adult content in extra chapters

Fan comics, doujinshi. It's highly recommended to read it on big screens such as iPad or PC. So you can see details about their facial expressions

One of the best Naruto fanart I’ve ever seen. So I translated it ❤”

Inevitablity by Sanauria_Maldhun

If the answer is

A) Yes

B) Kinda

C) Mind your own business rando internet pervert

Congrats all answers are correct = GO READ IT PLZ

Possessive & desperate 🥵 super gay, delicious angst, really hot 🔥 very enjoyable - fun tropes, everything hits just right, utter perfection ❤️ I’m not saying a lot because I don’t want to give away spoilers 😍

I couldn’t find this author on tumblr, plz tag in the comments if you know who they are!

“Chapters: 4/4

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto, Haruno Sakura/Yamanaka Ino

Characters: Uzumaki Naruto, Uchiha Sasuke, Yamanaka Ino, Haruno Sakura

Additional Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, (between Ino and Naruto), Mutual Pining, Angst, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Banter, Domesticity, Pining, Naruto is so in love, and doesn't know how to handle his Feelings, Jealousy, Jealous Sasuke, Jealous Sakura, Post-Chapter 699 (Naruto), Explicit Sexual Content, Anal Sex, Gay Sex, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Bottom Uzumaki Naruto, Top Uchiha Sasuke

Summary: Naruto's stressed and pining after a man who views him only as a friend. Deciding to get married to Ino isn't the best decision he's made (ever), given that they had been absolutely drunk while making such a declaration, but it's... a decision. Besides, what does he have to lose?”

You’ve gotten into my bloodstream (a bite of his heart) by lovenmaze

Nom nom nom 😉 kidding! Not literal cannibalism, it’s a metaphor for love, and this fic is beautiful 😍 poetic & sexy. One shot. Love how Naruto talks to Sasuke in this one (and makes him talk, too, hehe…) 🥵 delicious, please go tuck into this feast ❤️ author made an excellent fic playlist too!

Thx u @lovenmaze 😊

“https://archiveofourown.org/works/56430019

Chapters: 1/1

Rating: Not Rated

Relationships: Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto

Characters: Uchiha Sasuke, Uzumaki Naruto

Additional Tags: Cannibalistic Thoughts, Cannibalism imagery, First Time, Top Uzumaki Naruto, Bottom Uchiha Sasuke, Tender Sex, Blank Period (Naruto), Confessions, Idiots in Love, Not Beta Read, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Oral Sex, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Emotional Sex, Eventual Fluff, Fluff and Smut, they’re both crazy about each other but thats not new, Poetic, Italicized Oh Moment, cannibalism as a metaphor for love, trust me it works and its SO good, consent is sexy !!!, lowkey vampire sasuke vibes

Summary: Sasuke tries to bite softly, he’s not going to eat him, maybe get a taste. Perhaps it’s stupid, but he wants to make sure, so he does. He opens his mouth, tongue touching the skin. His body shudders, and Naruto tastes warm, like skin or flesh; he tastes alive.

“A kiss is the beginning of cannibalism.”

AKA, The tender, fluffy, first-time, cannibalism (imagery), smut NaruSasu AU. [EDITED.]”

❤️Thx all u amazing authors u make me feel like this❤️

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guys I hate living in hurricane utah. you will not believe what i just saw.

#cryptid sightings

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Well? You cant just say that and tag it #cryptid sightings and not elaborate!

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Dont you know that Utah is full of cryptids man. They probably saw the Wire Monster

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The what.

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Official Wire Monster Heritage Post

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WHAT?

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GUYS IM ACTUALLY ILL. I WENT TO THE SKATEBOARD PARK AFTER HOURS AND A GIANT METALLIC MONSTER GIRL ON WHEELS JUST INSULTED ME. AND THEN SHE DID THE TRICK I HAD BEEN PRACTICING BUT SHE DID IT BETTER

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tfw you're so bad at rollerskating that your sleep paralysis demon shows up to outdo you

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PLEAAAAASE NO

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We know what you did.

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This whole blog is giving ARG guys. But I googled the restaurant and it used to be a real place??? Someone pls explain

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GUYS I'm so scared for my life right now! bumped into his weird guy on the street and his hat fell off and his whole head was BALD AND PURPLE. like his skin was purple. And he smelled like roadkill. Did I just encounter a zombie?!

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omg youre so rude! why are you demonizing that poor homeless man?! blocked

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OP makes me sick

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Oh my god guys normally I just post about whenever this guy ends up on the news but I literally saw him IRL today! He's moved back to Hurricane Utah?! Oh my god!

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SAY SIKE RN HE SAID HED NEVER RETURN

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you mean that guy who was arrested for killing a bunch of kids including his own daughter??? should we be worried

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Clearly you haven't done your research. It wasn't him. They're still not sure who the murderer was but a lot of online fans believe that the murderer might have been Henry Emily's co-owner and friend William Afton. Naturally the guy disappeared shortly after Emily's arrest. Right, @william-afton-sightings ?

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The guy's a ghost. I've literally turned this blog into a search for the Vintage Spring Bonnie suit, seeing as it was what the murderer wore to kill the missing kids. It's also missing, btw. It was also the only suit William Afton would wear, and some reports say he didn't like it when employees wore his suit. I'm hoping if I look for the Vintage Bonnie suit, then Afton might be too.

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I've seen a spring bonnie suit but it was probably a crappy cosplay or smth. horror attraction by my place is trying to make it freddys pizzeria themed (disgraceful)

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I have literally never seen a cosplay of Spring Bonnie. DM me PLEASE

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WAIT BONNIE_LVR ARE YOU IN HURRICANE BECAUSE I SAW THAT PLACE TOO. OMG IS THIS WHY MR EMILY IS BACK?!

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Ugh this is such a niche tv show all of you are just voting based on what you know of the animatronics, not the show. gtfo posers

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OMG PLEASE VOTE FOXY HES SUCH A FASCINATING VILLAIN PLS PLS PLS PLS FOXY SWEEP

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reminder this is unreality. go ahead and vote in the poll and click the link of that tagged blog tho

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Fine...

A/N: Sorry it took so long to update I just didn't really have the motivation also I usually don't proofread my work so I do apologize. Also I wanted to update as quick as I can while making this so its a bit smaller then I would've preferred but ill try to make a longer part next time! Also thank you Max for the tips!

"Come in." Weems said from the other side of the doors. Oh how her voice was so raspy and soft. It's like whenever she talks her words are coated in love spider webs.

I step into her office, mentally preparing myself to see her. Once i'm in her office I instantly see her red plump lips that look so inviting. I quickly shake my head slightly to get out of my trance.

"Im here for our art lesson." I said with my stoic expression, my voice sounding like a hundred freshly made blades.

"Ah yes Miss Addams, I apologize I lost track of time." She said apologetically. Which I stared at her. The air in the room wasn't awkward but it wasn't comfortable either. She then decided to interrupt the silence.

"Follow me to the art studio then, this is where we will meet up instead of you coming to my office just like today." She smiled while standing up and walking around her desk.

She opened the door for me, I then step out of her office and wait for her to lead the way. When she was walking on her way to walk in front of me our hand's gently grazed each other. Making me feel spiders crawl in my stomach.

"Here we go Miss Addams." She smiled sweetly while opening a door. Inside there were a bunch of blank canvases, art supplies, etc. Basically any art supplies that some artist wished to have is right here in this very room.

I scan the room to see two canvases set up for the both of us and two stools. I look back at her to see her smiling at me with that soft smile that could make even an Addams's heart melt.

"Lets begin Miss Addams." She smiled, gesturing towards the stools. I stay quiet and go sit on one of the stools. She then goes to occupy the other one.

"Now Miss Addams what do you already know about art?" She asks me. I look at her, thinking if I should answer her or not. Eventually I decided to.

"About how to make art or what is art?" I asked in my icy cold tone. I see her a shiver a bit from that tone making my lips twitch in a small smirk. I quickly turn away, hoping she didn't see it.

"Well I suppose I should be more specific, what is art Miss Addams?" She said while clearing her throat. I see her starting to take off her gloves to reveal her soft porcelain skin.

Seeing her pale skin makes me shiver, but of course my skin was paler. "Art is a way of communicating with your thoughts and feelings, but thats the deeper meaning. Art is an object that is expressed with skill and imagination." I said while getting some acrylic paint out.

Weems just looks at me with a soft smile. "You think outside the box Miss Addams." She compliments. "Your first assignment is to paint what you have on your mind right now. Now this may take a couple of sessions to complete but do not rush."

I then think for a moment, I then look around the room. My eyes then look at her. In that moment I then decided what I was gonna paint.

----

The next day I was roaming the halls when Enid came up to me.

"Bell! The Poe Cup is soon and I was wondering if you could join us? Wednesday said she'll go if you go so please say yes!" Enid squealed. Shaking my shoulders making my tempted to cut off her fingers and stack them right in front of her.

"Ill think about it now please don't ever touch me again." I said before pushing her away. Not too hard but not to soft either.

I then walk to the quad, up from above I see Weems with her binoculars looking down at all the students. Our eyes then lock making her put her binoculars down and smile at me. Making a bowl of spiders crawl in my stomach. Which was definitely a feeling I was unaware of. I then turn away, walking to the art room since it was my free period and deciding to work on my painting for a while.

I peeked back a bit to see Weems with a sad expression before going back into her office.

I walked into the art room and looked over at Weems's painting. It seemed like a painting of black rose. My favorite rose...

"Lets play 21 questions hm? I think its only right since we will be giving these paintings to each other." Weems smiled at me. I just nodded.

"You will got first Weems." I said flatly while giving her my usual glare. She just nodded before thinking for a bit.

"Why did you decide to come to Nevermore?" She asked me after a few minutes. I think about my answer for a bit.

"Because I was in a boarding school in France before. I was there for a few years and I decided I wanted a change of scenery and Wednesday has expressed how much she wanted me to come back through our letters to each other." I said while starting to paint the background. Some clouds with hues of pale yellow.

"A boarding school in France? Wednesday told you she missed you?" Weems said, firing questions at me.

"Wednesday and I are very close. We always did everything with each other and for the question about me going to France for school. I needed to get away from mother and father. They were too affectionate and over-protective." I said while creating soft stroked on my canvas. I look over to see Weems with a bit of a sad look.

"Too affectionate?" She said in a bit of a sad tone which she tried to hide but I caught on right away.

"Yes too affectionate, they would smother me in hugs and kisses and always made sure to know where I was going." I said a bit softer then usual.

She just nodded which I thought was a bit strange but I brushed it off. I then started to think of what I should ask her.

"Do you think angels are good?" I asked. She looked at me perplexed since this was a strange question for me to ask her. She then thought for a bit.

"I do believe angels are good Miss Addams. They are supernatural beings that have many tales about their good deeds and what they have done for humans in the past." She said. I then see her finally starting to pain.

"Yes but only of their good deeds, they must have committed something down right sinful at least once." I said while starting to paint some golden gates. The gate ways to heaven hell. As I believed she was sent from heaven hell.

"What's your favorite flower Miss Addams?" She asked with a smile.

"A black rose." I said with ease. One of the easiest questions that could she could ask from me.

"It represents elegance and mystery." I said while glancing over at her. I see her get out black, grey, and white paint. I then quickly assume she will be painting my flower which made the corner of my lips turn up a bit before I shook that odd pleasant feeling down.

I then quickly return back to the present. Though I felt a strange feeling when I realized she was painting my favorite flower.Even though I already knew that it still made spiders crawl in my stomach. Basking myself in joy despair.

I then hear Enid calling my name which me roll my eyes. I then hear her open the door to the art room to see me which made her grin widely.

"Bella! Can you participate in the Poe Cup this year please?" Enid asked with puppy eyes which didn't prove effective on me.

"No." I stated plainly before going back to painting.

"Please Bella? I know I already asked today but please??" She pouted which made me roll my eyes before sighing.

"Fine." I said, finally relenting to join this silly event.

"Really?" Enid said happily, about to go in for a hug before I glared at her. Signaling to not do that.

"Oh Principal Weems will be so happy that you'll join! I told her how I wanted you to join the team today and she hoped that you would join and you did! I have to go thank her!" Enid smiled excitedly.

"Oh and we'll build the boat this week!" Enid smiled before walking out.

I sighed, already regretting my decision to join the Poe Cup. But I then thought about how Weems would be happy to see me play which made it kind of worth it.

I snap out of my daze, looking back at my painting of an angel. As I saw Larissa Weems as an angel. I mentally conflicted with myself if I should use Weems's face but decided against it since it would seem weird. I decided to put a mask on the angel. The identity hidden.

I then feel something crawl on my shoulder to see Thing. I glare at Thing, mentally saying to get off my shoulder.

Thing decided to stay on my shoulder which irritates me.

"What do you need Thing?" I asked while starting to paint the mask of the angel. Thing quickly starts doing signals which makes me look at him.

"You want me to help Enid build the boat?" I said asking him. Which makes him sign a yes. I sigh, looking back at my painting before starting to clean up.

"I suppose." I said setting Thing down on the floor. Thing then starts to lead the way to where our team was building the boat.

In the distance I see the blonde werewolf and my sister. I get closer and seem them both trying to paint a black cat which makes me sigh. I then decide to paint the other side.

"Leave the painting to me you fools." I said starting to paint. Enid looks surprised that I was helping out since Wednesday probably told her I wouldn't. It seems that Wednesday was surprised to. I just glare at them making them both quickly go back to painting the other side.

"Thing tie my hair up." I ordered which makes him do so obediently. He ties my hair making my raven hair into a ponytail. My hair shining a deep purple in the sun.

After about an hour of painting I am halfway done with my side. I look over to see the two gone. I then feel three sets of eyes looking at me. I turn around to see Enid and Wednesday looking at me paint. But there were only two people behind me. I drag my eyes around my vicinity to see no one us but us three. Weird...

I decide to ignore it and go back to painting my cat for our team.

After about another hour I finish my painting, going back a few steps to marvel at my work. I see Enid come closer, inspecting it before turning to me and smiling.

"Oh Bella it looks amazing! Thank you!" She said happily, about to go in for a hug which makes me step back immediately. Like second nature.

I see Wednesday right next to me, shoulder to shoulder. I see Enid looking at us excitedly before pulling out her brain sucking device.

"We should take a picture and make memories!" She said excitedly before snapping a picture of me and Wednesday making me a bit mad but I suppose it was okay. Just one photo...

After Enid took our photo I demanded to see it. Conflicting with myself if I could delete it or not. I take the phone and look at the picture. Me and Wednesday standing shoulder to shoulder, Enid in the corner of the picture. A failed part on hers of trying to include herself in the selfie. I then examine the photo.

But in the background I see a shadow...A shadow of a large figure. The tree right next to the shadow has three claw marks...

I then look back to see the shadow gone but the marks still there...

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[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

Note: please block me if my work is not your cup-o-tea. I do not own any of the character art.

Reader is encouraged to listen to music mentioned for context :)

WC : 9K

<< The Sweetest Beat - Set 1

The Sweetest Beat - Set 3 >>

TSB - Masterlist ~ AO3 | Wattpad | Playlist

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

wattpad ~ ao3

"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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[rockstvrdotcom]

Hi! I was the one who recommended the Toby story and I LOVED it! (You're definitely one of my favorites if not my favorite creepypasta writer atm) I was wondering if I could make another request? Y/N trying to top Toby (more in a bratty way than an actual wanting to top way) but little did she know how shitty the day has already been for him because of one of the missions slender had sent on him and he really wasn't in the mood for her shit. And things just get rough from there 🥰 Also if you start an anon list can I be 💤anon?

☆ // IM GONNA FUCK YOU UNTIL YOU'RE SORRY, SWEETHEART! ✿⪼

aww tysm for the sweet words! it really warms my heart knowing you enjoy my writing, and ofc yes i'll add u to my anon list, i never originally planned on making one so ty for the idea!!

im not sure who the artist of the image is, if somebody finds out please tell me so i can credit them! i tried reverse google search but it didnt work D: i found the image on pinterest

im also so sorry for the super late post, shit has been a lil wonky lately and i recently js got my shit together LMAO, ill be back to posting.

CW: rough sex, choking, also degradation, overstimulation, brat taming

you were sat on the couch in the living room of the mansion. the rest of the creepypastas were either out on missions, or doing whatever the hell they were doing. slender was visiting his brothers, so you were all alone, free to do whatever you wanted to.

you sat there, awaiting for a certain someone to return. your hands were inbetween your thighs, rubbing at your clothed pussy. something about the fact that you could possibly get caught by somebody, toby or not, turned you on. but toby was expected to return from his mission first.

right on cue, you heard keys jingling around in the knob of the front door. you quickly repositioned yourself, pretending you were watching tv. the door opens and you turn around, seeing none other than toby. you greeted him, on purposely bending over the couch a little too far so he could see a peak of your boobs, only to be met with a stone cold stare. you were planning to get him to fuck you some way and when you saw him walk past you and into the kitchen, you realized it may be harder than you thought it would.

you trailed behind him, following him into his room. he looked over his shoulder, grunting in annoyance.

you took his shoulders and held him to the wall, leaving gentle and lustful kisses on his neck. you could tell he was bothered by something, yet you decided to continue anyway. you kissed and kissed until you pushed him past his limits. he escaped from your grip, walking away. you could see how tense he was, holding back from lashing out at you.

"i'm not in the mood for your bullshit, (y/n)." he almost yelled, pushing you onto the bed. you flinched, unsure what he was gonna do next. "you want this dick so fucking bad? you're gonna get it. and i'm gonna fuck you so hard until you're really sorry." he growled, flipping you over onto your stomach. he pulled your pants down and you yelped. you could hear the sound of him unzipping his pants.

you whined as you felt him go inside of you with no prep, but it slipped in easy with how wet you were. he thrusted in and out of you, his chest heaved as he fucked the absolute shit out of you. you moaned with each time he went balls deep inside of you, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. this wasn't like the other times you had sex, it was full of anger and frustation, yet lust at the same time.

you clenched around him as you felt his hand wrap around your throat, he took your chin with his other hand and shoved 2 fingers into your mouth. he slammed into you repeatedly while you choked on his fingers. tears streaked down your cheeks. you could feel your orgasm come nearer and nearer, and you whined around his fingers.

you cried out as your pussy spasmed around his thick cock, you came so hard your vision began to become blurry, white spots everywhere. toby still hadn't came yet, fucking you at an even faster pace now. still sensitive from your orgasm, you sob. maybe this was your punishment for bothering him. he leaned over you, still fucking and choking you as hard as he was before. he bit into your neck, almost enough to draw blood, and left kisses around the mark he had left on you.

toby removed his fingers from your mouth and roughly gripped your thighs as he continued to fuck breathy moans out of your mouth. "toby i just came- slow down." you pleaded, eyes watering from the overstimulation.

"shut the fuck up, you wanted this, slut." you almost felt another orgasm come with his words. you whimpered, clenching around him. he grit his teeth, your warm pussy tightening around him was almost enough to send him over the edge. he leaned over you and gripped your cheeks, kissing you roughly as he pounded into you.

his tongue played with yours, he tasted the tears streaking down your face as he bit your lower lip. "fuck, your pussy is so good.." he groaned as he continued to kiss you. you felt him throb inside of you, and you knew he was close.

"shit-" he said between clenched teeth as you felt him release his load inside of you. your eyes rolled back as you both orgasmed simultaneously, his dick twitching as his thrusting came to a stop. he bit at your neck to stop himself from moaning. you buried your face into the sheets.

he lightly squeezed your ass, then put his dick back in his boxers. he picked you up bridal style then placed your head gently on the pillows, pulling the sheets over your naked figure. your eyes fluttered closed as he put his pants back on and left the room.

[joka13]

FANFICTION (REQUEST): Weasley Twins x Reader (Hufflepuff Girl) - Lovesick - Part 3/5

WARNINGS: British swearing

"Ah, yes," Madam Pomfrey said in an uncharacteristically happy tone. It was early in the morning and the twins stood anxiously in the entrance of the hospital wing as the school nurse examined the sample flower petal they had brought to her. "Witches and wizards in Japan call this the Hanahaki disease."

Fred's eyes widened. "Disease? This isn't some curse? Or the result of poisoning...?"

Madam Pomfrey shook her head, smiling, and went to store the petal in a small bottle. The twins followed further into the room.

"How does this illness come about in the first pl—" George coughed. A fresh cloud of petals spewed out of his mouth and fell delicately to the tile floor.

"You are going to clean that up," Madam Pomfrey said without looking while she placed the bottle in a cabinet.

George took his wand out, pointed it at the flower petals in the floor, and quickly spoke, "Evanesco," and the petals disappeared.

Madam Pomfrey explained, "Unrequited love. That's the cause. It's rather common, especially amongst teenagers such as yourselves. I see it all the time."

"Common...? It's strange that we are only now learning about it..." Fred half-mumbled to himself.

"Well, you boys have obviously never been in love before," the nurse chuckled. "It's about time. I've been wondering if I'd ever see you in here for it. I shouldn't be surprised that it's taken this long. You're always too busy with your shenanigans to care about such things."

George's brow furrowed. "No... what? Wait... Why are you so cheery about this?"

"Because you need it," Pomfrey replied, wiping her hands on her apron.

"Do you mean love or the disease?" Fred asked.

Madam Pomfrey laughed. "Both. You two need a firm push in the right direction. There is a medical cure for the disease, but I won't give it to you."

"Why not?" the twins exclaim in unison.

"Because I want you to try to use the natural cure. You must get whatever poor girl you have feelings for to admit that she feels the same way about you. Do this within the next week. If you come to learn that the infatuation is not mutual, then come back to see me."

Later that day, the twins had a table to themselves at the back of the Divination classroom.

George doodled a picture of a drooping flower on the corner of his parchment paper. "Didn't Pomfrey say that dreams were stage one of the Hannah-hobo-or-whatever-you-call-it disease?" he whispered. "And coughing up petals was stage three? Now that I think about it, we never went through stage two."

"You're right," said Fred. "Though I'm not complaining. I've never found myself wishing and wanting for chest pains and vomiting."

George brushed the tip of his quill against his cheek thoughtfully. "Wishing and wanting for chest pains and vomiting," he repeated. "That's got a sweet, poetic sound to it, doesn't it?"

"Yes, yes. I'm quite the natural artist, you know," Fred replied, chuckling pompously.

"That's disgusting!" Hermione Granger commented from a nearby table.

"Your hair is disgusting," Fred retorted.

She scoffed, "And you're so immature." She went back to her book and began to run her fingers through her hair self-consciously.

George went on, completely unbothered by the rude exchange. "I wonder... Could it be because this is our first time... being in love?"

"You gits are in love?" Ron, the twins' younger brother, asked. He and Harry Potter sat at Hermione's table, and the three of them stared with curious eyes.

"Mind your own bloody business, Ronald!" George hissed. He turned back to Fred, his expression reverting to something calmer.

Fred spoke as if nothing had happened, though quieter so no one but themselves could hear it. "It could be. I think it may also have something to do with the level of our love and how suddenly it came on. I don't know about you, and I know it sounds cliche, but I'll confidently say that I've never met a girl like y/n."

"Yeah, same here," George said, nodding. "How should we admit our feelings to her?"

There was a long moment of silence between the twins. Professor Trelawney's ramblings filled in as background noise.

"I don't want to admit my feelings," Fred eventually said.

"Me neither. This is probably something along the lines of what Pomfrey was talking about when she said that we 'need a firm push in the right direction'," George sighed.

"She also said we need love."

"But I love you, Freddie."

"And I love you, George. And we don't need anyone else's love," huffed Fred determinedly. He leaned back in his chair, coolly linking his hands behind his head.

Another moment of silence.

George clicked his tongue and copied Fred's relaxed pose, saying, "You're in denial."

"You're right again, Georgie. We also need dear Mum's love. Life's not worth living if I can't have her cooking in it."

"Ah, but romance...," George said, waving his hand in a dramatic rainbow as if to say, "Just imagine...!"

Fred folded his arms in front of his chest like a child with a made up mind. "We've gone without it for this long," he said.

"...A kind, beautiful, mischievous girl who will vandalize public property with you..." George exhaled wistfully. "Someone to be the inspiration for your 'natural artistry'... Someone who will cuddle with you on cold days..." George snuggled up to Fred's side playfully.

Fred laughed and shoved his twin away. "That's not helping paint the picture... It's kinda spooky you mentioned cuddling. I mean, we sure have that twin telepathy thing, but now you're seeing my dreams!"

George gasped. "That's what you dreamt about last night? You're so naughty!"

"It was totally innocent cuddling!" Fred snorted, shoving George again. "What did you dream about anyway?"

"Quidditch. She was my biggest fan in the crowd."

"That sounds nice."

"'Twas."

The twins sighed in unison, each remembering the wonderful, though very temporary feeling that their dreams produced.

"George," Fred said in a way that prepared for a bold statement. "Let's make those dreams come true!" He sat up and pumped his fist into the air.

"So the Hannah-banana disease doesn't kill us!" George exclaimed, knocking his own fist against Fred's.

As they held their purposeful stance, both twins coughed at once, scattering flower petals all over the table top.

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[the1975attheirverybest]

Being Funny In A Foreign Language

Chapter 9- “I Know A Place…”

A/N: the penultimate chapter. I hope you like it but let me know what you think either way.

Warnings: mostly smut I think. Scenes strung together with a loose thread of plot. Some mentions of mental illness but nothing too detailed?

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“What do you mean?” Matty frowned, stepping aside to let her into the room.

“What happened to your guitar, Matty? I haven’t seen you play it in a while.” She crossed her arms as she spoke.

He could tell that her tone was accusatory. Clearly, she must know something. But unless he can somehow find out what she knows, he has no idea how to respond.

“To be fair….” He turned around, not wanting to look her in the eyes as he lies to her. “I haven’t played that thing onstage in— fuck, maybe seven years now!” He walked into the living room space and Amelia followed closely behind.

“Yeah, but you always have it around. When you’re writing, when you’re doing work for other people…you always inevitably circle back to it.”

Ordinarily, Matty would feel touched and excited by how well she knew him, but at the moment, their intimacy made it difficult to lie to her. His efforts to deflect were not yielding the results that he’d hoped for. He began to pace nervously around the room. “What’s this ab-bout, anyway?” his voice cracked, momentarily, but he regained control of the calm pretense. “ Do you, like, need a guitar? I could recommend a few instruments if you tell me what you need it for.”

“Oh for fucks sakes!” Amelia sighed, looking up at the ceiling in frustration. She couldn’t believe the nerve on him. The fact that he was willing to feign ignorance disappointed her. But she wasn’t sure if the she was disappointed in him for trying to lie, or in herself for thinking that he wouldn’t. “why’d you give it up?” She asked, bluntly. “Why did you give that guitar to Marcus Fontana? And why’d you keep it from me? Why wouldn’t you tell me about it?”

Oh, fuck. He hadn’t thought that far ahead. “I- erm, he- wanted it. And…I wanted something from him. Seemed like a f- fair trade?” That was the truth. As vaguely put as possible. But still truthful.

“You gave it up to get Joshua and I into the event, didnt you?” Amelia was overcome with emotion as she spoke. “Don’t lie to me, Matty. I already know.” She paused, on the verge of tears, taking deep breaths. “He mentioned something about it when we saw him. I knew right away, but….it seemed impossible. Too grand a gesture. You love that thing more than you love some real people that you know in your personal life. You wouldn’t just do that for a stupid exhibit.” She shook her head, as if objecting to what he’d done. “But, I just talked to Joshua. You did do it, didn’t you? You gave your guitar up for-“

“For you.”

The words slipped out of his mouth before he could think to stop himself. And now that they were out there, he felt immediately terrified. The silence scared him more than anything. The longer it went on, the more significant and dramatic his confession became. He needed to say something. Anything at all to make this moment pass.

“Is that what you came here to hear me say? That I gave it up for you? Fucks sakes! Alright. I gave it up for you. I- I- I gave up my guitar, one of a handful of my prized material possessions, so that you could go to this thing that you were dying to go to. So that you could have the experience, and meet the artists, and see the art that you have always loved and wanted to be in the presence of. There! I’ve said it. Happy now?”

Matty felt his legs begin to shake as he stood there, so he resumed his pacing to hide the fact that his knees were barely holding him up.

“W-why?”

“What’d you mean why?” He stopped again? in the middle of the room, turning to look at her with furrowed brows. A look that she was more than familiar with. Usually, it’s the look he would have on his face right before calling something, or someone, ‘stupid’ or ‘a fuckin dickhead.’ “‘Why?’” He scoffed. “Because I love you, Amelia.”

“No-“

“Because I fuckin love you. I’m in love with you and I would do anything for you. To see you smile. To know that you’re-“

“No, no. Stop.” Amelia shook her head repeatedly as he spoke. “No, no, no. Stop….stop it. Just- stop talking!”

Of all the ways that Matty has fantasized about confessing how he feels, the many scenarios that he ran in his head time and time again, he never once imagined her response to be “no.” It seemed improvable at the time. Now that it was happening, it felt like a huge oversight.

“You don’t love me!” She yelled, her eyes welling up with tears. “You don’t. Surely, you don’t. Surely you haven’t….felt that way about me and kept it from me. Letting me date other people. Letting me think that- that how I felt about you was unreciprocated, something that I needed to get over to save our friendship.”

Matty took a few steps towards her. “Amelia, it’s not like that at all-“

“Isn’t it? Really? Since- since when?” She stepped back the closer that he got to her.

“What?”

“Since when? How long have you felt this way?”

“Does it really matter? Love isn’t….its not something you can measure-“

“You’re not going to Matty your way out of this one. So just- just stop. Answer me. How long?”

“I- don’t know.” He shrugged. “It’s not like I can pinpoint a moment where I went from liking you as a friend to-“

Her eye rolls told him that he’d be better off not finished that thought. He considered her question a moment, in a genuine attempt to respond.

“Since we first slept together.”

“That’s was…” she paused, trying to count the time in her head.

Matty, of course, already knew the answer. “Ten months and two weeks.” He stated.

The confirmation overwhelmed her. Tears finally spilled from her eyes. This was vindication. This was proof, that this whole time, it wasn’t all in her head. The subtle touches, catches in his voice, the way he looked at her sometimes, whenever he thought she wasn’t looking, these ephemeral, impossible things that had, up until Matty, only existed in romance novels; they were all real. She wasn’t crazy. She wasn’t projecting her own unrequited love for him onto their interactions. But this was also frustration. Betrayal. The worst lie of omission.

“So you lied to me.” She shook her head, tears still streaming down her face. “You- you lied to me and you humiliated me. When I told you I loved you….you did every thing that you could to make it clear I was a hysterical hormonal little girl. Orgasm-drunk and confusing lust for love. I literally asked you to look into my eyes and tell me the truth and you lied through your teeth.”

Matty was shocked by the conversation that he found himself having. Was this a nightmare? How does him finally telling her how he feels turn into this. “No, no, no! I didn’t lie! I-“

“Even after you did all that…” she laughed in disbelief, “I came crawling back to you. I, I fell for it all over again. The whole ‘we’re just friends who sleep together’ act. Fuck- I’m such an idiot.”

“There was no crawling! You’re not an idiot!”

“Oh yes there was. There was. I was going to break up with Joshua for you. I told you I’d do it and you said no. And it’s my fault for letting you.”

Matty lunged forward placing his hands on her shoulders, looking into her tearful eyes. “Amelia,

Listen to me-“

“Don’t touch me!” She backed away, out of his grasp. “You claim you love me. I can’t believe you’d do this to me.” She placed her hand on the door knob. Looking back at him, unable to recognize the person standing in front of her. “You let me go on believing things that weren’t true. Every moment that we’ve spent together as friends, you were feeling something else. Was any of it ever genuine or ….”

“Amelia, wait. Please don’t leave. Stay. Let me explain!”

“Save your breath.” She turned around, opened the door, and walked out without looking back.

***

Amelia swiped her keycard, her hotel room door blinked a green light, indicating that she’d successfully unlocked it. She wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and remain there for the rest of her life. In fact, with tear stains still on her cheeks, she was mentally drafting the contents of the text that she was going to send Tobias and Patricia to let them know that she wouldn’t be joining them for work today.

“Oh my god, Joshua!” She yelped, nearly startled as she walked into the room.

“Oh, shit. Sorry, I’ll be out of your hair in a minute.” He said, zipping up one of his suitcases.

“Wait, what?”

“I didn’t wanna make this awkward. I was counting on you being with Matty right now. Thought I’d pack and leave while you were out.”

“No, no! Don’t be ridiculous. You stay. I’ll get a different room.”

“You don’t have to do that. It’s okay. I’ve already started packing.”

She walked over to him, placing her hand over his to stop him. “Please. It’s the least I can do.”

Joshua never could say no to her. Relenting, he smiled and nodded. “Fair enough. You did cheat on me.” He couldn’t help himself. “Sorry. Regretted that as soon as I heard myself say it. I’ll ummm….find a flight out soon. Just need a couple of days to get my shit together.”

Amelia looked down at her shoes.

“ I know I have no right to say this, but, I’m gonna miss you.”

Joshua chuckled. “No you won’t. You and Matty will get so wrapped up in each other that you’ll forget about my existence as soon as I’m outta here” he walked over to the coffee station and poured some water into the coffee machine.“Which is how it should’ve been in the first place. What are you doing back here, anyway? Why aren’t you gazing into Matty’s eyes right now?”

Amelia sat at the edge of the bed that they once shared, her head hanging low. “Not sure I wanna gaze into his eyes ever again.” She mumbled, just clearly enough for Joshua to hear.

“What? You’ve gotta be kidding me!”

“Joshua, please-“

“Woman! We broke up so you could ride off into the sunset with him. Not- not whatever this is!” He threw his hands up in the air in frustrated. “I swear to god…..”

“He lied to me, Joshua! He- I can’t trust him. He kept things from me. He had every chance to tell me. Every time that we were alone he could’ve brought it up and he chose not to. That’s not the behavior of someone who wants to be with me.”

“Yeah, I won’t comment on the cheating cuz….what I have to say is unkind. But, I swear on my nana’s life, Amelia, if you let this man go one more time…”

Amelia laughed. “Don’t bring your nana into this!”

“I’ve seen the way that he looks at you. I tried to write it off, ignore it, pretend it wasn’t there, but I know what I saw. Matty Healy loves you so much that he- well, he made friends with me! Helped me surprise you! Just between you and me, Amelia? I’m not sure that I would’ve done the same if I were him.” Joshua smiled. “Then again he WAS fucking you this entire time so I don’t know maybe he just pitied me.”

Amelia thought back to every moment that she and Matty had spent together recently. His declaration of love now painted them in different colors. Every time that he begged for her to hold his hand as she hurt him. Any time that he freely gave her control, insisting that he wanted whatever she wanted. That he would try anything she wanted him to try and put himself

Through whatever she wanted to inflict upon him. Any time that he would seemingly gain new life whenever she called him a good boy or praised him in any way. And all the times that he would ache in desperation for that praise, send himself into a frenzy, if she withheld any words. Bend over backwards trying to earn her approval. All of it felt so different now. It felt familiar because she’d experienced all of it herself. She knew what it was like to feel what he’d felt. After all، that’s how she’d felt with him. Back when they first started their undefined sexual relationship.

“Hear the man out” Joshua spoke again, redirecting her attention. “You owe it to yourself. Maybe you’re upset with him. Maybe you don’t trust him, or whatever. But you love him. So, at least give it a real shot. That way, if you decide you don’t want him anymore, you’ll at least know you tried. You won’t wonder for the rest of your life. And you won’t date other men while secretly sneaking into his bed at night.”

Amelia’s face felt red with shame. “And I’m so, so sorry about that. I- will apologize to you for the rest of my life, really.”

Joshua poured himself a cup of coffee. Then poured some for her as well.

“You owe me this, Amelia.”

“Excuse me?”

“After what you’ve done to me. I’m invested now. You can’t let my broken heart be for nothing.“ he smiled, playfully. “What? Too soon? I’m trying to be the bigger person here.”

Amelia let herself fall back on the bed, grabbing a pillow and covering her face with it, she groaned loudly.

***

Adam pressed the “pause” button, feeling his knees wobble as he stood up for the first time, in, longer than he’d care to admit. He answered the door to a stoned Matty, eyes bloodshot, pacing nervously by the door, biting on his fingernails.

“Matty?”

“Can I- erm, I can’t sleep.” He looked down at the floor, feeling stupid for coming here. “Could I hang out here for a bit?”

Adam nodded, placing a hand on his friend’s back as he walked into the room.

“You hungry?”

Matty didn’t seem to hear him, immediately drawn to the video game on the screen. “Is this new?”

“Yeah, yeah. Picked it up the other day in New York.” Adam decided he was going to share his snack, anyway. “Matty! Stop fucking with - don’t! No!!! You’ll ruin my high score. You’ve no idea how long it’s taken me to get here!”

“I have some idea.” Matty pointed towards the circle of crumpled candy wrappers and empty bottles that had accumulated around Adam’s seat.

Silently, Adam walked over to his backpack and produced an extra controller, plugging it in and sitting by Matty’s side.

“no word from Amelia, still?” He asked, carefully, as if treading on ice.

“Nope.”

Adam waited to see if he’d elaborate. But the terse response was his cue to restart the game. He knew Matty well enough to know that if he wanted to talk about it, he’d say more.

***

“Amelia, please! We should talk.” Matty trailed after her as she moved from room to room backstage, giving a helping hand wherever needed. Not that it was her job to do so. They had crew members for that. But she needed to busy herself with something, anything at all, to avoid a conversation with Matty.

“I miss you.” He stated simply and concisely.

“Matty, please,” she stopped in her tracks, her back still towards him, “don’t do this.”

“I’m not doing anything. I wanna talk.”

“Not right now. Im busy.”

Before he could object, Ross and Adam rushed over, “c’mon mate we’re gonna be late!”

Matty heard them but refused to budge for a moment. Hoping that the urgency of time might compel her to soften. She just looked at Adam and Ross apologetically. Reluctantly, he allowed his friends to push him in the direction of the stage, but his eyes remained on Amelia until he could no longer see her.

****

The restaurant lights felt too harsh on his tired eyes so he put his sunglasses on inside as he walked in. They only shielded his vision for a few moments though. Soon enough, he saw his reflection in a mirror on the wall and he decided that he looked too much like a rockstar, so the glasses had to go.

The hostess walked him over to the table where his party had already arrived. Ross, Jamie, George, Charli, Adam, Carly, and a few friends of friends who happened to all be in the same city at the same time, and, of course, Amelia.

The whole night felt like an out of body experience. Perhaps being hungover from the previous night was already a bad start. But Matty had ended up next to Carly, putting him directly across the table from Amelia, with a perfect view of her every move. he spent his night alternating between glancing over at Amelia, wishing that she’d look in his direction or that he would at least get a hint of how she night be feeling , and asking Carly about things back home, the baby, and catching her up on some tour highlights. By the end of the night, he was exhausted and disoriented. He felt embarrassed for even entertaining the idea of sticking around, waiting to see if she would approach him. But, if he was being honest with himself, he wouldn’t bare it if he did stay behind only for her to walk past right past him, without acknowledgement. so, after dinner, he excused himself and rushed back to the hotel, crawling into bed instantly.

Yet, once again, he found it impossible to fall asleep.

It had been several nights since Amelia stopped coming by and getting into bed with him. He’d grown accustomed to having her there. He missed the smell of her hair right up against his nose as they desperately pressed their bodies together, the feeling of her arms around him helping to soothe him to sleep. Who would’ve thought that he’d see more of her when she was in a relationship than when she’d finally broken up with Joshua.

He entertained the option of drinking again. But the very notion felt pathetic. So, he ended up in George’s room. Asleep on the floor long after he should’ve gone to sleep.

***

Tobias, Patricia, and Amelia’s eyes were glued to the door, impatiently waiting for Matty’s arrival. It had been too long. Tobias has already shuffled and reshuffled the papers that were in front of him several times. Patricia clicked her retractable pen rhythmically and tapped her fingers against the table. Even refilled everyone’s coffee as they waited. Amelia, on the other hand, dreaded seeing him.

To everyone’s surprise (and Amelia’s relief) when the doors burst open, it was George who appeared in front of them.

“Matty’s…well, he’s asleep. I- think he needs it, so I’ve turned off his alarm. I’ll fill in for him.”

Their check-in was cut short, only going over the essentials to make sure the stage building would be ready by the time that they needed it to, and confirming with everyone that the now well-oiled, machine-like system that they’d developed after a year and a half of this tour was going according to plan.

“George? Umm….How’s he doing?” Amelia asked as they made their way to the exit.

“As well as can be expected of someone who has confessed their love for their close friend of many years only to have their heart crushed, stomped on, and shredded.”

“That’s not fair.” Amelia felt like her own heart was being shredded.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” George smiled softly. “He’s….don’t worry about him. We’ve got him. he’s rotating between each of our rooms every night, so we’re keeping an eye on him.”

Amelia nodded. “Good, good.”

“Can I just ask, just between us, what the fuck are you doing?” Once again, George had let his tongue go.

“Pardon me?”

“He told you that he loves you. Do you have any idea how much work that took him?”

Amelia rolled her eyes. “Of course you’d say that. You’re on his side!” She sighed. “I need time, George.”

“Time for what? The two of you have been obsessed with each other since- since- for as long as I can remember.”

“It shouldnt be work. Telling someone that you love them. It isn’t supposed to be this hard, don’t you think? Besides, he- he lied to me, George! He kept things from me. He made decisions for me. Assumed what’s best for me and what relationship I want to be in, and reached the conclusion that I wouldn’t want to be with him, all on his own. Without ever mentioning it to me. Do you really think that’s a good start to a relationship?”

“Has it ever occurred to you that those decisions he made, though misguided, have more to do with how he feels about himself than how he feels about you? Look- this conversation doesn’t make any sense. You should be having it with him. Not me.”

“I’m trying. But he has this….effect on me. I don’t know how to say no to him.”

“Then don’t. Say yes to him. Or for fucks sakes put him out of his misery.”

Amelia shrugged in defeat. “So, like, kill him? Don’t you think that’s a bit extreme?…sorry. I was just making a joke.”

***

Amelia watched from the side of the stage as Matty held up the tech workers by hogging one of the machines. He wriggled cords, pressed buttons, and turned dials on the soundboard with a deep confused look on his face. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck me. Fuckin hell.”

“Matty?” She hovered over his shoulder and he crouched down to check the wires that he’d already check on seconds ago. “What’s going on?”

“I can’t get this thing to work!” He jammed it into the outlet.

“Oh, I’ll …go get George.”

“No! Don’t do that!” He caught himself being a tad too angry and paused, deliberately adjusting his tone. “I’m…trying something. He won’t like me messing about. Ruining his….psychotic ‘system’ that he’s so protective of.”

She laughed, in an attempt to lighten the mood. “Well, maybe I can help?”

“You can’t. It’s- too complicated. You wouldn’t understand.”

She scoffed. “Yeah, right. Cuz I’m a certified idiot.” She turned around. “My bad. Won’t try to be helpful again.”

“Wait, what? Amelia! That’s not what I meant!”

“Fuck off.” She yelled out as she made her way out of the room.

***

Amelia set her book, face down, onto the duvet slowly, careful not to make any noise. She hadn’t ordered any room service, or contacted the front desk to send anything up to her room. She checked her phone for any texts or missed calls from anyone who might have tried to reach her through other means first, but nothing came up. This is why she hates being a woman, traveling solo, in strange places with dubious door locks.

She tiptoed over to the door, taking a peek. Shaking her head and cursing under her breath, she opened the door.

“Matty, what’re you doing here?”

He leaned against the doorframe. “Full disclosure: I’m a little bit buzzed right now. Not like off my tits or anything. But I’ve had a couple of drinks. if you send me away, I’ll understand.”

“Come in and be quiet. It’s late.” As always, she never could say no to him.

“I- I just wanted to come over here and say I’m sorry. I can’t stand the thought of you being angry at me. It makes me sick to my stomach. I can’t sleep at night. I feel so- I don’t even know.” He shrugged, feeling suddenly helpless after making a dramatic entrance. His confidence was deflating as he looked into her eyes. He took a few hesitant steps, and, to his surprise, she didn’t back away.

“What I’m about to say…. I probably wouldn’t say completely sober,” he stepped even closer, more confidently now. “but- I think- the fact that you’re upset with me means that you love me, too. You love me, still. If you’d moved on by now, this wouldn’t be so difficult. You’d just….gently let me down and we’d move on.”

Amelia felt tears prickling her eyes.

“I get it. I’m a dickhead. I just wanted to be perfect for you. I wanted to wait until things were perfect. Not while I’m in the middle of a public crucifixion. I- I’ve ruined everyone who’s been associated with me. I mean, you’ve seen the Charli and Rina nonsense. And Jack, and..people I haven’t spoken to in ages….im on this insane tour where I try to mother a naked body double of myself onstage every night for some reason.” He giggled at his own words. “And- well, you know my state of mind. I just didn’t want you getting caught up in all that. I didn’t want to bring you down with me. I promise I wasn’t trying to hide things from you or make you choices for you. I- I just wanted to spare you the burden of…well, me.”

He looked her directly in the eyes, gently holding her by the shoulders. “I love you, Amelia. Forgive me?” He whispered, wiping a stray tear away with the pad of his finger. “Yeah? Say you forgive me please?” He dipped his head down, his nose brushing against hers. “Love me? Please?”

He kissed her lips. Her eyes fluttered shut, leaning into him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. His kissing grew desperate, whining and moaning into her mouth. She bit his lower lip, her hands roaming the hair on the back of his head.

He pulled away, regretful that his lungs couldn’t hold out even longer, and smiled against her lips.

“So, does this mean.. that I’m forgiven?”

Instead of responding, Amelia pulled him into her bed. She leaned further back the more that he inched closer, kissing her once more, until she was lying flat on her back and he was hovering over her.

Their clothes quickly discarded in a heap by the foot of the bed, Matty kissed up and down her body, hungrily, his breath hot against her skin, as he whispered “I love you” and “I’ve missed you” over and over like a prayer. His fingers ran down her sides, raising goosebumps all over her skin, his hands would find her breasts as he kissed below her stomach, and grab her hips as he kissed her neck, she was a mess by time that he’d dipped below her waist.

“May I please taste you?” He asked, softly, glancing up at her through his eyelashes.

“God, what’re you waiting for?” She pushed his face down between her legs, perhaps a little too aggressively. Matty’s chuckle was muffled by her skin, she felt the air of his breath in her core and throughout her whole body.

“Oh- fuck- that’s…so good.” She sighed, her eyes closed, a smile on her face.

Matty made quick work of sucking and licking into her, just the way that he knew she liked. Her body jumped abruptly when she felt his mouth on her clit, moaning unabashedly.

The wet sounds that his mouth made of her cunt, coupled with her moaning and whining, made Matty lightheaded with arousal. His own hips pushed instinctively into the bed as he attempted to steady hers.

“M-matty?”

Amelia tapped his shoulder when he didn’t seem to hear her. “Matty, honey?” She paused to admire the blissful look in his eyes and the glistening of his face. He was growing more eager to please her by the second, losing all sense of himself, sinking into submission.

“I- umm…need you inside me. Can’t wait any longer.”

Still panting, Matty nodded and propped himself up quickly, anxious to do as she says.

“Oh. Erm….condom.” He whispered, looking around for his discarded jeans.

“Check the nightstand, baby. It’s closer anyway.”

Matty fumbled and slipped in his attempt to slide over to the side of the bed, his entire body shaking and anxious. Amelia giggled at the mess that he’d been reduced to.

“You stay put, I’ll get it.”

“I can do -“

“Don’t you dare move okay?”

She handed him the packet, noticing that his receiving hand was trembling, she scanned his face carefully for a moment. “It’s okay. I’ll do it.”

“Sorry.” His cheeks turned read as he watched her roll it onto him.

“Nothing to be sorry about.”

It always amazed her how their bodies responded differently. For Amelia, being with Matty was freeing because it felt safe, steady, the unpredictability never worried her because at the forefront of her mind was the fact that, no matter what happened next, it was never going to hurt her. Matty’s desire, on the other hand, was different. Intense, wild, almost frenetic.

She clutched the duvet with her fists as he pushed into her, watching him throw his head back and groan in pleasure. All the anticipation that had him shaking had now come to a head. His body overwhelmed with stimulation from

Head to toe he remained perfectly still for a moment.

“Fuck…you’re so-“ his words dissolved into a gasp of pleasure feeling her stretch around him. “Tight.” He finally let out, smiling.

“Perfect for me.”

She’d forgotten just how perfectly their bodies fit together, how precise the movement of his hips could be, how well he’d knew her movements and preferences. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into her chest and feeling the weight of his body on top of hers.

Matty buried his face in the space between her neck and her shoulder, moaning and whining into her ear as his hips rolled against hers. The sound of his voice and the shockwaves of pleasure overtook her.

“M-matty, I’m gonna cum.”

The words were barely out of her mouth before he felt her clench around him, her body straining against the weight of his.

His own pleasure followed closely after, feeling her cum all over his cock was just enough to tip him over the edge.

“May I-“

“Yes, go on, Matty. Cum for me.”

His face in the crook of her neck, she felt his thrusts grow harder, less intentional, he moaned out her name as he let go.

They both almost fell asleep in the perfect stillness, basking in bliss. It was a long time before either one of them made a move. It was Matty lazily turning his head to kiss her neck.

She smiled at the gesture, wrapping her arms around him.

“So, I think we have a lot to figure out now.” She mused.

Matty lifted his head ever so slightly to look at her. “Wanna figure it out over some dinner?”

She chuckled, her chest rising and falling under his. “I don’t think this conversation is the kind you wrap up over dinner. Unless you’re planning a very long feast. Which doesn’t sound too bad actually. I’m starving.”

“No, I know. But, we can start it over dinner. No rush, right?”

***

“Give me your phone.”

Matty blinked rapidly, looking down at Amelia’s open palm. she, on the other hand, stared right at him with an unwavering gaze. “Hand it over, Healy.”

“No.” He enunciated dramatically, trying, and failing, to his the grin on his face.

“What did you just say to me?”

Matty giggled, his sweet, melodic laugh almost wearing Amelia down. “Let me see, hmm….i believe I said ‘No.’”

“Alright, you leave me no choice. If I count to three and your phone isn’t in my hand, I’m gonna make sure you can’t take your shirt off and slut around onstage for the rest of the tour without the entire world seeing what I’ve done to your body.”

Amelia’s words sent a thrill through him, but he was adamant on winning this round. “That…sounds kinda hot, actually.”

Amelia burst into laughter. The sound of her voice always made him happy, even if he was rather confused at the moment.

“What? What’re you laughing about? Oi! Knock it off!”

“Sorry; sorry. I was just picturing the look on Jamie’s face when you took off your shirt and revealed big, bright red marks all over your chest and back.”

Matty rolled his eyes, groaning dramatically. “Fuckin hell….fine, fine. You can have my phone. Delete whatever you like, I’ll just download the app all again tomorrow.”

“Bitch, please. Do you think I was born yesterday?”

Amelia unironically calling him ‘bitch’ amused him endlessly. “What- did you just call me?”

He asked in between giggles, but she was too engrossed in her work.

“Alright. So, I’ve changed your Twitter password. Now I’m going to delete the app. On to Instagram….”

“Fuckin hate you.”

“You love me.”

“I do.” He admitted without a fight.

“It’s for your own good, you know. Alright, I’m done with Instagram. Now, I’ll change your Apple ID Password.”

Matty plopped down on the bed dramatically. Whining and kicking his feet. “You’re no fun! What if I want memes! Hmm? What then?”

“Use google.”

“What am I? a hundred years old?” He sat up quickly, offended by her suggestion.

“Here.” She handed him his phone back. “Don’t worry. I’ll text you memes every day. Unless of course I found out that you’ve been googling yourself.”

The petulant act crumbled away as soon as Matty’s eyes met hers. He smiled instinctually, already forgetting what it was that he was complaining about moments prior. He leaned in, kissing her lips, his eyelashes tickling her skin.

“Thank you. I know you’re trying to help.”

***

Matty’s naked body was drenched in sweat, his lips swollen, his thighs shaking almost as hard as the vibrator that Amelia had strapped to one of them.

“A-Amelia? I’m- ohhh… I’m dizzy.” He pulled against his restraints, too weak to even make them rattle.

“It’s cuz you’re so desperate.” She smirked.

“Please? I- I don’t know how much more I can take….feel like I’m on the edge of- of-“ he exhaled a puff of hot air “passing out.”

“That’s fine by me.”

“Fuck! Wh- what?”

His shock amused her. “Tell you what, let’s make a deal.”

“A-anything you want just please let me cum.”

“You’ve got two options. You get to cum right now-“

“Yes, yes! I choose that one, yes- let’s do that one!”

Amelia chuckled, “hold on let me finish. Hear me out.” She sat down on the bed to be at eye level with him. “You can either cum right now BUT then I won’t touch you for a whole week. ORRRR…you get another ruined orgasm and we carry on as usual.”

“What? Jesus fuckin Christ! Why?! Why- why won’t you touch me?”

She shrugged. “Which option do you want?”

Matty stared blankly ahead, more sweat pouring down his body, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He felt the pleasure that he’d been warding off for ages rise up again. His legs trembling.

“Co-could you- erm- turn it off so- I can think for a bit? Please?”

“Nope. You gotta think with the vibrator on you.”

He let out a pathetic whine.

“So…if I cum, you won’t touch me for a week…does that mean-“

She took mercy on him and finished his thought for him, “it means no sex, no hugs, no hand-holding. No physical contact of any sort.”

“No- no cuddles?” His eyes widened.

She laughed, taken off guard by his surprisingly endearing concern. “No cuddles.”

He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, attempting to scrape some focus together to weigh his options. “If- if I let you ruin my orgasm- when- uhh” he paused, his eyebrows shooting up, “oh god. I…think I’m gonna-“ he swallowed whatever moisture had remained in his mouth, his lips sticking together.

“If you choose a ruined orgasm nothing changes. Might let you cum tonight. Or it might be next week. Or next month. We just carry on with what we’re doing.”

“Oh god. I can’t! I can’t choose! You choose for me!”

She watched his stomach tighten as he did his best to repress his pleasure. “What’s the fun in that?”

He attempted to smile but his confused state of mind and loss of control over his body made it difficult.

“Okay…okay. I - I choose- no orgasm. Don’t wanna cum. Ruin it if you want. Or- or keep edging me. I won’t cum. Promise.”

“Awe, really?” She rushed over to him and pulled his dangling head back so they could lock eyes. “Are you sure about that? You look ready to give up.”

“I’m sure. No orgasm.”

He felt high on the sensation of her hand cupping his face and was never more certain of a choice in his life. He’d never willingly give up a week of that.

Amelia reached over and untied his left wrist, helping to bring his hand down to his lap.

“Here’s the best bit,” she smiled. “You get to ruin your own orgasm.”

“Beg your fuckin pardon?”

There he was. Defiant and dramatic as ever. The matty that she knew was still in there. She giggled.

“Mhm. You heard me. Whenever you’re ready. You take away your own pleasure.” She stepped back. To give him space and to get a full view.

“Why? Can’t it just be you? Please?”

“I wanna see if you’d have the guts to do it.”

He thought about her words for a second, responding with a weak and small voice “ I’d do anything for you.” He resigned himself to his fate and brought his hand down to the bottom of the vibrator. His shaky fingers circling the control buttons to make out which button was the one he was going to need. “G-gonna, Erm- count out loud. For you.”

She nodded.

Matty counted slowly, breathlessly, on the count of 3, he let go, getting ready to cum, and just as his body began to relax, he turned the toy off, the vibrations stopping abruptly.

He screamed in pain his hips reflexively thrusting forward, chasing the nonexistent stimulation. His cock twitching involuntarily, his own cum hitting his face.

“Fuck! Ow! Hurrrtsss so- much” a high pitched whimper left his lips. His hard cock, sensitive, twitched slightly. He fought the sting of tears in his eyes.

Amelia attempted to act calm about it, but a piece of her hated seeing him in so much pain. Even when it was pain that he’d agreed to and that she enjoyed. She rushed over to him, too quickly and worriedly for someone who was meant to revel in putting him through this.

“Hey, Matty…” she spoke softly, hesitantly approaching the bed, unsure if he wanted her close or if he needed a minute.

“I- did it.” Matty whispered, his voice slightly strained from his earlier crying.

She was relieved to hear him, hurrying to kiss his lips. “You did it. You did so fuckin well.”

“Yeah? I was good?”

“You were the best!”

He sighed, relieved. “Okay. Good. Cuz I’m quite competitive.”

Amelia laughed silently, shaking her head at him.

“Right. Let’s untie you here…” she reached over to undo his right wrist, and then his ankles.

“Are we finished?” Matty asked with a soft tone that almost melted her heart.

“I think that’s enough for tonight. You’re drained.”

Amelia and Matty sat side by side, his spinning head resting on her shoulder. Every once in a while, she would nudge him and bring a water bottle to his lips, urging him to take a sip and replenish the fluid that he’d lost. He lacked the energy to express his gratitude but Amelia knew he was thankful anyway. He didn’t need to say anything.

“Matty? Can I ask - I mean… you were on the verge of busting like a few times tonight. Why- why didn’t you choose that option?”

“You don’t think I wanted to?” He laughed.

“Well, why didn’t you? I gave you the chance.”

“Didn’t wanna go without your touch for a whole fuckin week.” He stated simply as if it was the most obvious truth.

“Dirty boy.”

He smiled. “Nah, I don’t mean that sexually. I mean this…right now. Just…being able to touch you and feel you touch me.” He nuzzled into her.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, Amelia.” His heart nearly jumped out of his body hearing himself say those words. “But…erm…Sexually is nice too, don’t get me wrong…”

***

Matty ran across the airport terminal, his backpack bouncing along, weighing him down. His feet doubled their speed as he got closer and closer to catching up with her. Finally, he tapped her shoulder, quickly intertwining their hands together.

Amelia jumped, startled. She turned around to find Matty’s hand in hers, his other hand offering her a bouquet of flowers.

“Are those for me? When did you-“

“Flower shop over there.” He kissed her cheek, his arm reaching over to take her suitcase.

“Thank you…wow. What’s the occasion?”

Matty shrugged. “Dunno. Saw a family buying some for…I presume someone that they’re picking up or whatever. Figured why not. You deserve flowers too.”

“That’s sweet of you, Matty. Did you have a good flight?” She squeezed his hand.

“Would’ve been better if you’d sat next to me.”

“I…know. But I figured you have a hard time with flights and….i don’t know. Maybe you’d want some space. Hann always seems to know what to do when you’re overwhelmed.”

Matty nodded. “It was good to hang out with the boys, yeah. But I wouldn’t have minded having you there. Did you have a good flight?”

“Perfect. Had dinner and a drink, put on a face mask, went right to sleep.”

Matty’s eyebrows shot up. “You and I handle travel very differently.”

***

“Remind me again why we’re doing this?” Amelia stood over him, lighting the candles one by one and gleefully watching him squirm.

“I- fucked up.” He winced in anticipation of anything happening to his bare chest.

“Be more specific.” She clicked her tongue.

“I’ve been ignoring all the rules. For over a week. I haven’t…really had a good nights sleep or a proper meal in ages.”

“And I warned you.” Amelia felt her frustration regain its power as she thought about his recently actions.

“I’m sorry.”

She smiled. “You’re not. But you’re about to be.”

Matty whined, squeezing his eyes shut.

Molten wax pooled in the middle of the candle, Amelia tilted it, holding it over Matty’s chest and watching the liquid tip over the edge and drip down onto his skin.

“Oh FUCK!” He hissed, his body jumping at the sensation.

“Eh. That wasn’t too bad. I should do it over your nipples now.”

“What- no! Please- OH MY- fuckkkk. That HURTS!” He yelled.

“Breathe, Matty, breathe. Open your eyes. Look at me…. There you are. Prettiest boy. Listen, you know you can tap out, right?”

He nodded, his pained expression relaxing gradually.

“Okay. Just checking. Now, gotta do it to your other nipple.”

“Christ! That- is-“ he gasped, his body shuddering in pain.

The more his tolerance built up, the more aggressive Amelia got with her wax, drawing shapes of different sizes and colors all over his chest? stomach, and circling the tattoo right above his hip. She had him crying and apologizing in no time. But it wasn’t until she’d asked matty to turn around so she could torture his calfs and underside of his knees that his worst pain hit him.

“Matty?” She called out to him as she set down her candles. “Matty, love, look at me, please.”

His sweat and tear cover face turned towards her. The look in his eyes told her all she needed to know.

“How’s your pain right now?”

“I’m fine.”

Amelia remained quiet. giving him a chance to change his answer. She repeated her question, again “how’s your pain right now?”

“Keep- keep going. I can take it.”

She sighed and rolled her eyes before getting up to blow the candles out. “You’re not getting this are you?”

Matty had to admit that his head was foggy with pain, Adrenalin, and the desperate desire to atone for his mistakes, but still, he felt he’d done nothing wrong.

“I’m tapping out.” Amelia announced. “I’m calling red. We’re done. This is over.”

Matty sat up quickly, his head spinning from the sudden movement. “What? Why! What have I done? I’m sorry! Amelia, please! I don’t wanna make more mistakes-“

“You haven’t made any more mistakes. That’s the thing, Matty. It’s the same mistake that you keep making over and over again. You burn yourself out, neglect your own wellbeing, just to accomplish the things that you think will make you worthy of the most fundamental needs.”

Matty felt her words like daggers to the heart. He knew this about himself. But he liked to pretend that it worked for him. Listening to Amelia lay it out for him so bluntly felt like a betrayal of confidence.

“You did it all week when you ignored sleep and food and rest to squeeze in every bit of work possible. And you did it just now by forcing yourself to take more than you can handle to make me happy. I pushed your limit on purpose. To see if you’d tap out. And you didn’t. But I know you were in pain.” She broke her own heart as she spoke. “I’ve - never - seen you writhe and bite down on the bedding so hard before.” She sighed, disappointed that her excitement had yielded the exact result that she knew it would. “I can’t have you treating yourself so poorly. And- honestly, we can fuck around with pain like this if I can’t trust that you’ll safe word out of the situation whenever you’re no longer having fun. I punish you so that you don’t have to punish yourself. What you’re doing, forcing your body through….its never gonna work.”

She watched him tug at the duvet nervously and knew that he was overwhelmed. She wished she knew how to help him process whatever was going on with him. The fact that this was reaching levels of concern beyond her capacity to handle scared her. He needed more help that she could give him.

***

Tonight’s show was amazing. Amelia spoke softly, running her fingers through his hair. She was half certain that he’d fallen asleep with his head in her lap.

He hummed in response, proving her wrong. “Was, wasn’t it?” He mumbled, his words slurring, voice laced with sleep.

“You wanna go to bed?” She suggested

“Wanna stay with you.”

“The idea is that…well…I’d be in the bed with you.”

Matty smiled, taking a deep breath and mustering all his leftover energy to open his eyes slowly. “Hi.” He looked up at her. “I just mean…we haven’t had a chance to spend time together in a minute. Just us.”

“I know. But you’re tired. Which is understandable. You put on a great show. I can’t imagine having any energy left after that…’People’ performance.”

A slow, self-satisfied smile grew on his face. He blushed at the compliment. “I was pretty good, wasn’t I…”

“You all were.”

Matty sighed, relaxing further into the bed. “The thing about us, Amelia, is that-“

“You just keep getting better baby?”

Matty chuckled loudly, his whole body shaking as he laughed. His sleepiness definitely made everything seem funnier. “I love that you can read my mind.”

***

Amelia’s heart pounded in her chest as she shuffled out of bed, rushing to the door. She checked to see who was knocking at her door at this ungodly hour. Relieved that it was Matty, she opened the door quickly.

“What on earth brings you-“ the look on his face rendered her instantly speechless. “Matty what’s wrong?”

“My head is- I don’t know. I can’t stop thinking. I’m so anxious. I can’t sleep. Brain feels so full. Like it’s going to explode.”

She didn’t hesitate to wrap her arms around him and pull him in for a tight hug. “It’s okay. You’re okay, Matty. Breathe, my love.”

She gently guided him into the bedroom, rubbing slow circles into his back.”

“Oh, fuck. You were asleep weren’t you? I woke you up didn’t I? I - I shouldn’t have come here, I’m sorry…I’ll - I’ll leave.”

He made an attempt to pull away, but Amelia held on to him, perhaps, too aggressively, “no! You’re not going anywhere”

She held his hand, leading him around the room, to bed, urging him to sit down. “Stay here. I’ll turn on the light and get you some tea or something.”

“Don’t want any tea, Amelia. I just…I want….”’

“What do you want?”

“I want you. Just you.”

She slid into bed next to him, letting him toss and turn, and wiggle around until he got comfortable. When she was certain that his nervous energy had stopped simmering, she pulled him into her chest listening to his breathing mellow as he l focused less on what was going on inside his head and more on the feeling of her skin against his.

In the harsh light of day, Matty’s panic felt even worse. like a hangover without the reckless indulgence of the night before. He knew he couldn’t continue to feel this way for much longer.

“I think I need help.” He suddenly announced, breaking the silence in the room as Amelia had busied herself with arranging their room service breakfast.

“What do you mean?”

“Professional help.”

“Oh. O-Kay. Umm…that’s good! It’s good, right?”

“I have no fuckin clue.” He spoke slowly, his voice getting lower and lower with each word.

This didn’t seem like breakfast conversation, so Amelia let go of the cutlery and sat on the bed next to him.

She held his hand in hers. “It’s good, Matty. This is good. It’s the right thing to do.”

“I don’t know that it is. I don’t think im the sort of person who does well with relinquishing control to the authority of others.”

She couldn’t argue with him there.

“The very notion of therapy depends on someone having privileged access to my brain. Knowing more about me than me. Does that not sound utterly absurd? That’s fuckin mental!”

“Well, I wouldn’t put it that way. They don’t know more about you than you do. They just know more about whatever….psychological disorder you’ve got and they know ways around it or whatever.”

Matty rolled his eyes. “What if- what if that’s not true. What if ‘disorder’ is just a word for weird. Like, weird isn’t always a bad thing.”

“No, no.” Amelia shook her head. “Respectfully, nope.” She squeezed his hand “you are more than just your fucked up brain. And the fact that you identify your entire existence with the thing that’s hurting you is proof that you’re fucked up, kinda.”

“Right.” Matty nodded along.

“Look, you always say that you don’t want to be the kind of person who thrives off of drama, right? You refuse the idea that an artist needs to be fucked up in order to make great art, right?”

“Of course.”

“There’s always this notion that…like…the best artists were great because they were mentally ill. That’s not a thing. Except in tv and film where like characters must suffer to think great thoughts. People always say “oh maybe Van Gogh was a bit crazy but he made great art because he was crazy. That’s just not true! The guy cut off his ear!!!”

Matty giggled. “Gonna cancel you for using the word crazy by the way. Just wait until I tell Twitter. I’ll get myself uncanceled by feeding you to them.”

She rolled her eyes. “Or your example-“

“Right. The Burroughs thing. I’d rather his wife have lived than have read Queer. I get it. I get it. You think you’ve bested me with my own logic. Ugh. Fine.”

Amelia’s face lit up. Proud of herself for disabusing him of his misconceptions. “Fine? Really? As in, you’ll try therapy?”

“I’ll fuckin try. But if they put me on pills and I lose my sparkle, it’ll be your fault.”

“Please. If it were possible, your sparkle would’ve faded a while ago.” She reached over to kiss him.

That kiss was the final push that he needed. Matty waited for her to go into the bathroom after breakfast, and he pulled out his phone.

“Hey, Louis, you alright? Mhm. Right, so, listen. I’d love to chat — maybe I’ll call you back later— but I’m in a hurry. I just wanted to ask if you’ve spoken to mom and dad? And they’re fine with it? Right, no. It’s better if you deliver it. I’ll just fly you out whenever. Text me some dates and stuff. We’ll get it sorted. Okay, cool. Cheers, then. Talk to you soon.”

[eatingmarkerz]

tips on drawing/how you choose yours colors?

im not really good at giving tips nor explaining how i do certain things but ill try my best >:)

this is prolly gonna be a long post so... yeah (i get passionate about these things so i might add a cut here..)

for the tips part, here are some things that i followed to get better!!

try not to focus on too many things at once when you want to practice! it may be different for other people but for me it kind of burnt me out at certain points, so i like to focus on improving minimal amounts of things in my art!!

another thing is to be proud of what you draw, sure looking back to my old art is a certain negative feeling i cant explain but i just remember its those drawing that pushed me further into improving my art :3

you shouldnt feel like your being forced to create, another thing i struggled with!! now im starting to draw for myself more, and if i feel like drawing for others willingly i will do that!!

and for the last bits, dont be afraid to reference your favorite artists!!! and with references in general :3 i got inspired by alot of artists i like!

FIND THE STYLE UR COMFORTABLE WITH ive only recently found my style and ive loved it since (lasso fill tool my beloved), dont be afraid to be unique🔥🔥🔥🔥

now for color picking! if i want a certain look for my art, whether itd be saturated or desaturated, light or dark, and warm or cold and so on...

i usually take a color on the lighter side for my whites!! something like a light grey, a warm light yellow and a light blue!!!

as seen below here are the colors for the light parts of my art!! (ralseis fur is kinda white right idk AUUGGHGH)

with the color codes and swatches right there you can see the difference in tone!!

the ralsei drawing is more warm, the spamton one is supposed to be more saturated i think, and the kris one is more grey!! (and looks colder!!)

those single off white colors help me think of the feeling i want in my drawings!!!

it works for black colors too!! you can maybe see that the black i used in the drawings arent straight up pitch black!!

[pixelatedraindrops]

Hello everyone!! Today I grow a year older :3 (and I hate it lmao) FEEL FREE TO REPLY BIRTHDAY WISHES IF YOU WANT :3

So, over the time I've come back here, I've become pretty confident and proud of my once hidden passion about sick characters, sickfics and sick comfort/whump... 🌡️

And you all have been so supportive and sweet despite my weirdness so I thank you for that. You helped me feel more confident in my otherwise weird fixation <3 So, for my birthday I thought I'd try and make up a little drawing challenge for anyone who wants to give it a try... There are soo many talented artists on this site (and in this fandom)

So... It's your turn to target your faves now. You will see how fun it is and hopefully understand why I love doing it so much. 😈🌡️

(plus it's my birthday and I require some sustenance LMAO JKJK)

But yeah anyone can join in. This is just for fun though! You don't have to if you don't want to! I think its okay to ask for some food on my birthday though...right?? X'D So if you wanna do sth for my birthday...then... 👉👈 💦

CHALLENGE BELOW~

DRAW YOUR FAVE ON A SICK DAY CHALLENGE🌡️😷🥵🤧

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(Mmmmkay, I am lying to myself when I say this isn't mostly aimed at the RainCode community... X'D Can't help myself. But anyone can join regardless of the fandom!!)

So here's the challenge and the rules!! (featuring my two main lil targets ofc :3)

Regardless of who it is, put your fave through some sickness hell >:3c I'd love to see it! Make em' as miserable as you want!

destroy them 😈 jkjk XD

If you're in the RainCode community you can target anyone, but as you know, my main targets are Yuma and Makoto. If they're also your faves and who you decide to use, that will make me extra happy!

Some tips for anyone new to drawing a sick day scenario art. A few things that make it look convincing are the following:

Pajamas or Loungewear

Messy Bed Hair

Fever flushed face w sweat or at least a red nose

Tired Eye bags

Shivery body

Ice Pack or a Compress on the head

Thermometer sticking from their mouth

LOTS OF BLANKETS

Tissues or medicine surrounding them

Tea or Soup (or both)

Those are just to name some from the top of my head. If you'd like some pointers on how to make a character look ill, check out my Fever Coloring Guide. This is for digital artists but traditional artists can try it too!

You can add injury or angst to the scene but I'd like illness to be the main focus of it.

The scene can be anything you want to, it can be fluffy and wholesome (with a caretaker) it can be angsty, or it can be silly. Its all up to you! Do it for the sake of fluff! Caretaking scenes are the best for any kind of relationship >w<

Either way, have fun with it!! I look forward to see what people make if they decide to give it a try! It doesn't even have to be a full on picture! Doodles and sketches are fine too! Just show me something >w<

(feel free to tag me and say happy b-day and mention my challenge, I am proud to be known for this and would love for many to participate :3) I wanna see you take a go at it :3 Show me your style! :D

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(wow look at me misspelling the word writing on text when I did it fine with my own hands lol)

Now, I know not everyone can draw...

Well never fear! I accept writing as well! ✍️✍️✍️

(hi vivia lol sorry for giving you a cold, at least you have an excuse to read and do nothing now haha x3)

Sickfics are one of the biggest things I live for! Any little drabbles or full fics with more than one chapter are welcome! Again target who you want any fandom you want, but I'll def be super happy if you make a RainCode fic. And even happier if you target my faves as well, but again, anything will do! Just make a cute story about your fave being miserable and being tended to! Trust me, it's super fun!

You can add injury or angst to the scene but I'd like illness to be the main focus of it.

Feel free to post your writing here and tag me or mention my AO3!

If you need a start to your fic, look on my blog for illness prompts! Maybe it can help give you a good start or give some inspiration! (thats why I share 'em :3)

I look forward to anything you try to write!

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That's about all!! I hope you decide to participate! ✨

Good luck, have fun, and godspeed you future whumpers! 😈

(nah jk XD)

AGAIN THIS IS FOR FUN! NO PRRSSURE IF YOU DON'T WANT TO!

[eazy-peazy54]

My problem with the Will Wood fandom, (a.k.a touch grass, a.k.a stan culture can suck it) (an essay.)

This one is LONG and a DOOZY, so buckle up if you like to read.

just want to clarify, i do NOT hate the will wood fandom in itself. AT ALL. I love you guys (/p)

i just dislike the people who say weird and creepy shit. if that doesnt apply to you, cool! but tell the people who do that shit to knock it off.

NO DISCOURSE IN THE REBLOGS I WILL ATTACK YOU

One HUGE gripe I have with the Will Wood fandom is how some of you guys treat Will Wood like (and this is literally the only way I can put this that isn't too serious) some all-powerful deity of knowledge that you would kill AND die for. In this essay, I will explain why [some of] you are fucking creeps.

Will Wood. Where do I begin. For the very few who are unaware, Will Wood is a singer-songwriter who makes very strange avant garde whatchamacallit evil jazz/swing music. He has been known as Will Wood since 2015, where he released his first album, Everything Is A Lot, under the name Will Wood and the Tapeworms.

Me personally, I first heard of him from the song Dr. Sunshine Is Dead, from the good old days of 2018 animation meme Youtube.

Ever since the inevitable Tiktokification of the song I / Me / Myself, from The Normal Album, the Will Wood fandom has become... well.. full of children. I have no place to speak, of course, because I myself, am a teenager, but I'm talking like. 11-14 year olds.

11-14 year olds who are all fucking INSANE.

Will Wood has been put in what I like to call;

The Holy Trinity.

This being the big three artists who the mentally ill queers (like me) listen to.

Lemon Demon, Tally Hall, and of course, Will Wood.

Being in this holy trinity has both done him good, and bad. On the positive side, yay!! More streams, more plays, more people to appreciate the craft, and more people who like the music! On the negative side, now you have an army of children listening to adult music, interacting with adult music and music videos, who are willing to do ANYTHING to get your attention, because they are young and don't know much better.

And here, stuck in the middle of it all, is poor William.

Stuck as a straight "gay icon," in a sea of twelve year olds.

Well shit.

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Leading to the second part of my half-essay.

2020. The year shit changed for Will Wood. The Normal Album was released, and people found themselves relating to I / Me / Myself, as stated before. Then this "new," unheard of fandom was kind of birthed upon Tiktok. They were treating him like fucking jesus.

Which is weird.

They were sad, gay, looking for answers, and found them in Will's music. Which is like. Cool!

But when people were saying that he was trans, and then switched up and said he was making fun of trans people?

Yeah. Not that cool actually.

Coming back to the present now, Will has stated how weird these kids are.

In a response from a AMA for In Case I Make It on the official Will Wood subreddit, (I know. Ew, gross, Reddit, but this post was what inspired me to make this in the first place, so,) Will says this:

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"When I was living in the sticks along the Delaware during the pandemic, I had this weird sort of mystical thing going on inside my head that was trying connect dots in my life and turn meaningless nothing things into signs that I would die.

This was happening around the same time I was dealing with getting actual public attention for the first time, and was living in an area where nobody wore masks, and was living with people who were at risk of serious covid complications if they caught it. Also for most of it I was the dreaded 27, and having been a bit of a junkie in my younger years and an idiot with a barely-treated psychiatric wreck in my brain for most of the ones following it, it was not unlike me to assume I'd die young.

It just seemed too perfect.

As I was dealing with the reception of the normal album (my first truly scathing reviews, I/Me/Myself "discourse," being the subject of conversation on a larger scale) which was beyond what I was prepared for psychologically in terms of its scope and type, my anxious rumination started to veer toward genuine paranoia.

I started thinking that I would die by my own hand or be murdered by one of these crazed Will Wood fans in the dead of night. So I didn't sleep like ever, I lost a bunch of weight and couldn't gain it back for a while, I freaked out a whole bunch and I'm surprised looking back I never lost my sobriety or whatever.

Since it started to look more and more like cosmic fact that I was doomed, I started to feel greater and greater desperation to get out these songs that I had been quietly writing over the previous year or two. Songs I'd written while going through a big breakup and wrestling with rotten parts of me that were finally accessible due to my finally being properly medicated and dealing with the real shit in therapy. And then songs I'd written as I went through these changes."

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Obviously that is a lot to unpack for a Tumblr essay, but since you’re this far, you probably read it all already.

“Stans,” as most would call them, and “Stan Culture” as a whole, is just a huge wreck. Everyone is always fighting someone. We know this. We all do. Stans scare artists. 

I want you to think. Think of the artists who are inspired by Will Wood. The ones who want to cater out their music to the Will Wood fans. Imagine if you will, those artists seeing that AMA post, seeing the crazed fans, seeing the relentless sexualization, the jokes about serious issues, like Will’s past drug use, seeing all of this and thinking:

“Is it really worth it?

Is it really worth all of this to make music and put myself out there?”

Now, that may make you uncomfortable, but it's the honest truth. And it's happened to so many people, and so many artists. 

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And now a message to the disgraced kids who managed to latch on to Will Wood’s music.

Treating a musical artist like a god is not gonna help anyone. I’d know. I’ve seen it happen multiple times, to multiple artists. 

I guess what I’m trying to say is think before posting on the internet. Think to yourself; would I say this to the artist's face? Could someone see this and think differently of me? Is this just weird to say in general?

Remember that these people are real people. Will Wood is a real person. With real thoughts. real feelings. a life to live. He's not just some music making machine. He’s not just some silly character. He’s not just some whimsical guy who we can all project onto.

Will Wood is a real person, and everyone should treat him that way. 

Thank you for reading.

(I will edit this essay if I think of anything else to add. That or I'll just reblog it.)

[gabrielapazlima]

gabby i dont think you understand how genuinely impressive your stuff is on a technical level. you somehow have the motivation to draw EVERY DAY, and the majority of those drawings are colored, shaded, full/nearly full body pieces with at least two characters in them. like dude. that shit takes EFFORT. and you make COMICS too ?@!??@! I'VE TRIED TO MAKE COMICS BEFORE AND IT KILLED MY MOTIVATION INSTANTLY, AND I WASN'T EVEN DRAWING ANY BACKGROUNDS OR ANYTHING. YOU ARE A WIZARD TO ME. you clearly understand how to make characters interact with each other and their environment believably and it shows so well.

you're also able to TURN characters. you don't just draw a front view, you draw back views and side views and you do so consistently. I can pick out a bunch of artists who i think draw very good but they don't seem to draw poses as diverse as you do. you're also INCREDIBLE at depicting different body types and have a good grasp on color and lighting. and you do all this on top of keeping your art expressive and adorable. LIKE BRO. YOU'RE SO MUCH MORE SKILLED THAN YOU GIVE YOURSELF CREDIT FOR. you are an AWESOME illustrator and comic maker.

it sucks seeing you put yourself down because you're GENUINELY such a good artist and you deserve all the followers you have and i hate that you can't see that :( we all love you gabs ❤️❤️❤️ - the-smiling-doodler (this is my tumblr main)

Hi and sorry for making you see all this stuff,it must be a pain have to see the vent from a mentall ill artist everytime you looking though my tml

second:Thanks,

no but serious,i really needed to hear something that make me feel less inferior....i always see other artists doing fantastic works and i always fell bad for me for not doing those stuff but then i remember that i just started ACTUALY fully drawing in december and i still leaning good drawing techinques with a actually GOOD program...i had dreams abt pushing my artist talent foward in this fandom but...i ended up not doing half of i was planing to do for.... a lot of reasons...i feel if i was more emocionally mature i would be WAY better than i am but idk how to stop this feeling...

but thanks me anyway,idk if artists are ALWAYS that critical of themselves or im just that insecure,but i will try to work in that okay?

anyway luv u!ur a angel fr ❤