#ahhh it took me so long to finish this drawing

[creepycatboyz]

what do you mean gay people who murder exist?

[livelaughloveluffy]

The straw hat crew with reader who likes to give them compliments, but hates it when the crew gives reader compliments?

compliments - with the straw hat crew

a/n: ahhh thank you for the request!! it's been a long time since i've written a fic like this, so hopefully i can do it some justice!! 💗 (i like skimmed proof-read this so forgive me if there is some grammatical and spelling errors 😭😭)

a/n: (also sorry, the sanji girlie in me is always going to bring it back to sanji, so yeah... there's some sanji x reader in here too 😭😭😭)

a/n: ((sorry idk how to tag this guys 😭😭😭😭😭😭))

word count: fuck idk man, its kinda long though (hehehe that's what she said)

nothing but fluff here💗

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it has only been two weeks since you first joined the straw hat pirates, and it was definitely a huge change of pace from your life before them. the crew, as eccentric, spontaneous, and bold, as they are were also some of the kindest people you had ever met. you couldn't help but be in total awe of them. i mean- how could you not? the amount of countries they've helped, people freed from oppression, friends they have defended and supported even when the whole world was against them...

it was hard not to feel insignificant, through no fault of theirs, it was just a lot to live up to.... and it was hard to feel enough at times.

• ♡ •

while your time being apart of the crew is nothing to write home about, hardly even considering yourself a true member yet, you still couldn't help but be utterly amazed with the people around you, and you just couldn't help yourself but to let them know.

mornings on the sunny were truly a special time. the mouth watering smells leaking out from under the kitchen door, as well as the sounds of a soft melody from brooke's violin fill the ship.

"good morning brooke! what song are you playing? it sounds wonderful!" you ask as you made you way to the kitchen, too eager to see what wonders awaited for breakfast

"yohoho!! just a ballad i've been composing!" he replied, sharing a smile with you before you turn and open the kitchen door.

"it smells delicious sanji!! seriously, im salivating out there! when's breakfast going to be ready?"

a faint blush appeared on his cheeks, but after a quick drag from his cigarette he quickly regains his composure "you're actually right on time! i just finished up!!"

• ♡ •

after breakfast, you weren't surprised to find zoro working out, as he had told you "any second not training, drinking, or sleeping, is a waste" one of your first nights on the ship. you watched in awe as he carried an inhuman amount of weight with ease, not even breaking a sweat.

feeling your stare, his eyes wander to meet yours, "need something?"

"oh! um.. no sorry!! i just can't believe you can lift that so easily!! you're not even sweating!"

"well yeah, this is just my warm up" he replied, a small smirk appearing from the corner of his lips as you wandered away

• ♡ •

in the girl's shared bedroom, you found nami hunched over her desk, carefully and slowly drawings lines for yet another one of her maps. it had been a few days since you had seen this particular map, so you quietly peered over her shoulder to see her progress

"nami, this is incredible!! i could've sworn two days ago there was only a vague outline on this page!! look at that detail!!"

she turned around, beaming at you "thanks!! after years of practice i could draw a map this simple with my eyes closed!"

• ♡ •

the sounds of sawing and nails being pounded into wood grew too loud for you to ignore, so you finally decided to leave the girls room to see what the commotion was all about.

in the three seconds it took you to get to the door, the sounds had ceased. curiosity overtaking you, you couldn't help but step out and see what had caused it all.

the first think that caught your eye was a small greenhouse the seemingly appeared out of thin air, since it definitely wasn't here earlier, and usopp and franky opening up some colas nearby

chopper ran up to you, giddy with excitement "do you want to see the new greenhouse usopp and franky made? its perfect for all my medicinal herbs! now i can grow them here on the sunny!!"

taking the small deers hoof into your hand, you followed him down the stairs to the greenhouse. "wow!!! you guys just built this?"

"franky drew up the plans after breakfast and did the labor, and i added a special watering system!" usopp chimes in, ready to boast about their design, and for good reason

"consider me impressed!!! i may even dare to say that it's SUPER!" you proclaim, earning giggles from all three of the boys

• ♡ •

the following morning you woke up with a purpose. stars still in the sky from how early it was, you tiptoed out of the shared bedroom and to the kitchen. trying to be as quiet as possible, not wanting anyone to hear you, you turned on the lights and gathered the ingredients to make some lemon bars, as a thank you for the crew, they did save your life after all.

as you baked, occasionally glancing out the kitchen window every once in a while you slowly saw the stars leave the sky, the moon disappear, and the sun slowly beginning to rise. its just about dawn now and your lemon bars had finally finished chilling, ready to be cut and served.

sanji, a typical early riser since he has to prep and cook breakfast, opened the kitchen door shocked to see the lights already on and you inside. "oh! mellorine!! i didn't expect to see your beautiful face this early! to what do i owe this pleasure?" he asks.

"sanji.. i'm not- um.... i just made some lemon bars... as a thank you for the crew.. maybe we could eat them with breakfast if thats okay..."

"of course we can!!! im sure i can whip up some stuff that would compliment them perfectly! get some rest! it's still super early, i'll call when breakfast is ready!"

• ♡ •

"breakfast!!!" sanji's voice rings throughout the sunny, and slowly but surely everyone made their way to the kitchen, you being the last to arrive. once you had been seated, you noticed sanji walking his way over to the table, with your tray of lemon bars in hand as he announces "this morning we also have a very special dish prepared by our newest member!"

luffy's eyes widen as he looks over at you and practically shouts in excitement "wow!! i didn't know you could cook! what did you make? im sure its amazing!!! i want some!!"

with all eyes on you, you couldn't help but feel a bit shy, the confidence and determination you had this morning suddenly dissipated "just some lemon bars... its really nothing special... i just wanted to thank you guys.. for everything.. it's just you're all so amazing, you guys are crazy talented and strong and so kind and thoughtful... its really nothing special... i'm sure they don't even hold a candle to the elaborate desserts sanji makes every night..." you mumble, cheeks burning red with embarrassment.

"i'm sure they're delicious! definitely better than anything our captain could ever make" nami says with a sly smile. "all this talk about food is making me even more hungry!! let's finally eat guys!" luffy shouts, grabbing for the closest plate of food to him, too impatient to wait any longer.

• ♡ •

one chaotic, fast and messy breakfast later, and all the plates on the table were practically licked clean.

"thank you for breakfast sanji, you outdid yourself as always! those omelets and the potatoes, freshly squeezed orange juice, delicious as always!" you said absolutely glowing, sanji's breakfasts truly were the best, you wonder how you ever lived a life without them before.

"thank you mellorine!! but those lemon bars! they were divine!! who taught you how to bake?" he asks.

before you can get a reply in, the entire crew bursts into an uproar of compliments.

"yeah!!! i never knew you could make stuff like that!! i might have you replace sanji!!!" luffy exclaims

"i totally would've thought sanji made them if you hadn't said anything!" nami says, usopp nodding along and adding "yeah!! i was totally worried they would be bad at first because you seemed so nervous, but i can't believe sanji didn't make them!"

a soft spoken "absolutely delicious" coming from robin

zoro, lifting his head up and meeting you eyes, decided to chime in on the topic "i guess they were good." but after an intense glare from sanji then mumbles "...really good" his cheeks flushing ever so slightly.

"they were SUPER!!!!" franky shouts, causing luffy, chopper, and usopp to giggle.

and by this point, the compliments became a bit overwhelming. you didn't feel confident enough to accept them, but didn't want to be rude and ignore them either. your silence was definitely noticed by the crew who began to quiet down a bit as your face grew hotter and hotter, blush way too visible to hide behind your hair, you looked down and muttered as quietly as possible "they're really nothing special... im glad you guys liked them though..." and rushed out of the kitchen as fast as you possibly could.

• ♡ •

you retreated to the crow's nest to collect yourself. it was truly the perfect spot on the sunny to get some alone time. out of sight from everyone, but still in a spot where you can enjoy the warm sun, the ocean breeze, and the sound of the waves crashing as you sail the sea.

thankfully, you managed to leave a book up here the previous day, so once you caught your breath and the blush cleared from your face, you read. just to take your mind off of the interaction with the crew.

• ♡ •

you weren't sure how much time had passed, as you had gotten unexpectedly absorbed in the story of your book, but it wasn't until you heard the sound of a lighter.

you look up to meet the sky-blue eyes of sanji, he takes a drag of his cigarette before taking a seat on the floor next to you. the two of you sat together for moment of silence, minus the sound of the waves beneath you both. a quiet sigh leaves his mouth, before he breaks the silence "i just wanted to apologize. i didn't mean to put you on the spot in there. we didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"no you don't owe me an apology! really! it's fine!! i know you guys were just trying to be nice and compliment me but.... i don't know... " you paused to collect your thoughts for a second. trying to word how you felt. sanji waiting patiently, taking a couple drags before you finally found the words to continue talking.

"it's just hard sometimes.. to feel like i'm good enough... especially around you guys, i mean the countless people and countries you guys have saved, your strength, your kindness... sometimes, i guess i just feel like a fraud being in the same crew..."

sanji took a moment to consider your words and feelings, and with a quiet sigh said "yeah.. i get it. it's funny because i actually feel the same way sometimes... but you know, luffy chose you to be here for a reason, and even if you don't see that, he does. we all do. we all serve a purpose on the crew, one thats invaluable to our captain, and he has no doubts about what that is."

finally turning to meet those sky-blue eyes, you looked at sanji with a small smile. "thanks, that really means a lot.."

he returned your smile with a bigger one and replied "of course!! i mean.... come on, those were some damn good lemon bars and i think luffy would kill me if you never made them again."

you shoved his shoulder, and in between laughs, you look over and sanji and reply "whatever!!"

and it was at this moment, for the very first time under the warm summer sun and ocean breeze blowing through your hair and the faint smell of sanji's cigarette smoke, that you began to felt a little more sure of your place in the straw hat pirates...

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a/n: i totally didn't expect to make this as long as i did so thanks for sticking around if you made it this far!!! i love and appreciate you!! have a great day/afternoon/evening/night!!! 😭😭😭

a/n: enjoyed this fic? here's my masterlist!

[blackkatdraws2]

1st Batch: the Inhabitants

[Blank Scripts AU (non-canonical)]

Multiple footsteps reverberated within the claustrophobic stairways of the Parable.

One strikingly beautiful old man elegantly struts up the stairs with a scowl on his face, having a heated one-sided discussion (lecture) with a poor stuttering businessman on his phone call.

The rest simply follow him, a group of special individuals who have come and now reside in this strange building for their own peculiar reasons. They don't quite understand many things about the workings of this place, but one thing is for certain.

Wherever the Narrator tells them to go, whatever he tells them to do, they comply.

BATCH LIST:

- [1st Batch: The Inhabitants] - [2nd Batch: The Janitors] - [3rd Batch: The Citizens] - [4th Batch: The Guardians]

↓ [Chatter and Credits below] ↓

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The first illustration is posted! [Yay!] There will be more coming soon!

I've decided to pair these characters together due to a single uniting trait they all shared. Being residents of the Parable! [Either as an NPC or as something else.]

I admit that I went in with a lot of confidence, thinking I would finish this illustration in just a day or two, and I got HUMBLED. Starting June 16th [the day after everyone's characters got submitted] I spent five days just drawing this one illustration alone. [I draw fast, I usually only spend a few hours on one drawing before moving on, so this was a challenging experience.]

There were many factors contributing to why it took me so long. Such as drawing blindly [not preparing before trying to render and failing at it], not using references, lack of experience drawing buildings from scratch, etc. [Okay, now I just sound like I'm making excuses but wow that was really hard HAHAHA I almost got art-block as a result!]

My grievances aside, I'm happy with the result!

Mell by @katkit-drops-alt

Her dress and concept are absolutely lovely!! I like how, despite how terrifying she may come off, she's ultimately still a girl with her own normal life to live [or whatever it is that's normal to her anyway.] Her silly farm boyfriend is cute too!

[unnamed character] by @rick-ety

Ahh this girl!! I'm interested in her! [I love character designs that look 'ghostly' or dead.] Her pretty long hair reminds me a lot of Sadako [that one ghost girl with long black hair covering her face...] Her poor limbs missing and the twist of her not dying simply because she's already dead ahhh!!! o(〃＾▽＾〃)o

Helena by @neat-o-things

A silly girl who died in the Parable as she was about to make it out then ended up getting reincarnated as an NPC, making maps for the Parable, not knowing why she's doing it or where she even is!!! Only that she feels like she should :). I hold her dearly.

Anika by @hyydrochloricacidd

Uwwaahh we have sisters!! Anika is so unnervingly tall and creepy, I love that seemingly doll-like look on her face. It feels very uncanny! I can't wait to draw her sister Anala soon.

Root by @therootthatquestiond

AHH a drawing in Roblox!! (p≧w≦q) I love Roblox, you did a really great job!! We appreciate our quiet guy Root. Praise Root.

[jellyfiishatr]

Hi!! Feel free to ignore if you don’t take these request, but could you write head cannons of Miles or Hobie (or both) with an anorexic reader? Platonic or romantic it doesn’t really matter. I’m just struggling a bit rn and thought I’d ask (that sounds so guilt-trippy i’m sorry i don’t mean it that way) Again feel free to ignore!! Have a good day you’re a wonderful author !!

a/n : AHHH it's okay!! I think this is sweet, I hope you're doing alright and that this'll bring u some comfort ♡ have a great day/night anon >_<★!!

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Content : comfort / fluff / headcanons

Content warning : eating disorder / anorexia mention

Miles Morales!!

☆ Miles is definitely an understanding person

☆ when he first noticed you stopped eating so much he didn't think much of it, but when you stopped coming to lunch with him entirely he knew something was up.

☆ he took note of how skinny you were getting, he'd jokingly ask if you were going to the gym without him and you'd laugh it off and say "my bad dude, forgot to tell you haha."

☆ when you'd finally get to telling him you weren't doing so great, he'd start sobbing with you. Giving you a hug and gently caressing your back in a friendly way

☆ he'd do his own research and watch videos on how to help you

☆ when it comes to meals, he's patient with you

☆ he waits patiently for you to eat, whether you finish or not doesn't bother him. As long as you ate, he's happy

☆ he's the type to cover up the calories on any food packaging, drawing over them with a sharpie

☆ Miles is also the type to get you some comfort foods of yours everytime you guys hang out or have a study sesh

☆ overall : Miles is patient and understands from a certain point of how you feel, and he does whatever he can to help you feel better

Hobie Brown!!

☆ Hobie's also an understanding person

☆ he'd notice immediately when you'd stop eating your favorite foods with him

☆ he already had taken note of the fact you weren't as cheery or were getting skinny so quickly

☆ while sitting with him, quietly enjoying his presence he'd ask you, "are you feeling okay?"

☆ and when you started sniffling on his shoulder he wrapped his arm around yours and rubbed your arm gently.

☆ ^"It's alright, you'll be alright." He'd say os a soft tone to you.

☆ he'd be very careful with certain food, making sure to have the labels or the calories covered

☆ he always eats with you, eating slowly so you both finish at the same time

☆ overall : Hobie understands its a long process to feel better, so he wants to make sure he's with you every step of the way.

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(I hope this was well executed!! Tell me if I've gotten anything wrong in this fic anon!!)

[cyripticchronicler]

Ink and Destiny - Part 3

A/N: Sorry for the wait! I've had a hectic week. Thank you for all the support with my writing, I love you all ahhh.

@lilianelena39 Thank you for asking to be tagged! I hope you like it.

Masterlist

Part one Part two Part four

The days that followed were filled with shy touches and hidden smiles. It’s only been a week since you went on that date with James, and it hasn’t left your mind since. 

After eating, he’d ask you to read to him, you spent the rest of the date muttering the love story to James as he lay on his back, making comments now and then. 

The awkwardness of the first date was long gone, and you found yourself growing comfortable around him. He seemed more comfortable around you too, with the way he gripped your hand tightly in his or the way he relentlessly teased you. 

You were still quiet, barely muttering a few words but James filled in the silence. 

He was holding your hand now, you two having run into each other whilst you were on your way to the owlery. James had decided to ditch Sirius and Remus, claiming you were much nicer than them- earning a giggle from you and a scowl from Sirius. 

“You never finished that book,” James muttered, breaking the peaceful silence. 

“I didn’t know you wanted to know the ending,” You said honestly, James looked genuinely offended and you had to bite back a smile. 

“Of course I do, the letter was heartbreaking.” 

You grinned, “Well if you must know, he proposes again and she accepts.”

He let go of your hand, placing his hands over his ears as if it could erase what he just heard. “Spoilers!” 

You couldn't help the laugh that burst out of you, “The book came out years ago! There are spoilers everywhere!”

“Yes, but I was trying to hint at another date where you read to me again but I guess that’s not possible since you’ve told me the ending.” He grumbles, feigning anger as he reaches for your hand again. 

“Well…I never told you what happened to the others.”

He took the bait, “I am dying to know what happens with the others, so maybe if you’re up to it we could go on another date, say, this Saturday?” 

You pretended to think for a moment, “Saturday, hmm, I’m not sure.”

You both stop at the entrance of the owlery, James pulling you into him slightly. You couldn’t stop the blush painting your cheeks.

He’s never touched you like that before.

“I’ll beg if you want,” He whispers, laughing when you playfully hit his arm, cheeks redder than a tomato. 

“No begging is needed. Saturday is fine.” It left you three days to plan your outfit and mentally prepare. 

James grins triumphantly, following you around the owlery, hand still gently placed on your waist. 

—

You stared at the wobbly heart drawn on the inside of your wrist. You hadn’t noticed when it appeared but your eyes can’t look away. 

Not all soulmates are together romantically, sometimes they are platonic soulmates, hell, on rare occasions they’re enemies who despise each other. 

But there’s a part of you that hopes you and James are romantic soulmates. There’s also a part of you that’s still unsure about him. You two are complete opposites, you’re quiet, he’s loud, and you shrink away at any attention on you whereas James thrives in it. 

“Opposites attract, it’s basic science in the muggle world.” Lily had reassured you when you voiced your concerns. Maybe she was right. Merlin, you hoped she was right. 

But you push those thoughts away for now, noting you only have half an hour to finish getting ready. You’ll talk to James about your thoughts. If there’s one thing you hate most in romance books it is the miscommunication trope. 

You hastily draw a sloppy heart back before returning to your makeup. You keep it simple, applying a couple of coats of mascara and some concealer before adding lipgloss. 

Your outfit is simple, black jeans and the top you feel most comfortable in, paired with a thick coat to keep out the cold weather. 

You reach The Three Broomsticks in no time, relishing in the warmth. Noting James isn’t here yet, you find a secluded table in the corner.

A minute later James walks through the door, nose red from the cold. He perks up when he spots you, smiling warmly and he takes the seat across from you. 

You notice the heart on his wrist as he sits, his coat pulled up like he was staring at it just a moment ago. 

“You always seem to be here earlier than me, perhaps on our second date I’ll arrive an hour early to beat you.” Your heart flutters at the thought of him already planning a second date.

You’re silent, mind racing for something snarky to respond with. James doesn’t seem bothered by your silence, instead asks you if you’d like a butterbeer and you nod your head gratefully. 

You take the time he’s gone to calm your thoughts. It seems as if you haven’t pushed those thoughts from before down far enough.

“The weather has changed drastically since our first date, don’t you think?” James asks as he sits back down. You nod your head. Just two weeks ago you were wearing dresses but now it seems as if it’s going to snow at any moment. 

 “Climate change.” You respond dumbly. 

“I hope you brought the book with you, maybe we could find a quiet place for you to read for me. Or we could head back to the common room and you read to me there.”

You shake your head, “I couldn’t bring it, I didn’t want to risk bending it by putting it in a bag but didn’t want to risk getting it wet either.”

James seemed disappointed, “Later then, when we get back.”

You nod your head dumbly. 

“Are you okay? You’re awfully quiet.” James’s eyes shine with amusement, a hint of concern peeking through. 

“Do you think we’d be happy together?” You blurt, taking a sip of the butterbeer to busy your fidgeting hands. 

“Yes,” James answers honestly, with no hesitation. “Do you not…think we’d be happy together?” He asks rather nervously. 

“We’re quite different from each other.”

He ponders for a moment, “Different isn’t always a bad thing, Love. We balance each other out.”

“Oh.” You’ve never thought of it from that perspective. Awkwardly taking a sip of your drink, you meet James’s eyes. “I just… I’m not used to attention- I hate it actually- and you’re popular so I can’t help but think once everyone finds out we’re dating they’re going to pay more attention to me.”

You’ve only met a couple of times since the first date, and besides the walk to the owlery, it was in secrecy. 

“We don’t have to tell people straight away- whatever this is. It can be our little secret, for now, Love. Is there anything else worrying you?” 

You shake your head. “It’s not very secretive if we’re sitting together in broad daylight in one of the most popular stores in Hogsmeade.”

He drains the rest of his drink, “I guess we’ll have to find somewhere else to go. Come with me.” You don’t miss the glint of mischief in his eyes but go to follow him anyway. 

“Where are we going?” You whisper, desperately trying to catch up as he runs through the snow. He stops a few minutes later and you attempt to catch your breath as you examine your surroundings. 

“Where are we?” You ask when you don’t recognise the place. There's nothing and no one around, just the path you came from.

“You’re not going to murder me are you?” 

James laughs, stalking closer, “I don’t plan on it, no. I’m rather fond of you.” 

Your heart skips a beat, “Even if we’re so different?” 

He nods, a small smile painting his face as he wraps his arms around your waist. “Of course, my Love. It would just be boring if we were so alike.” 

You nod your head in agreement, “It would, wouldn't it?” Ever so slowly, you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as one of his hands go to hold your jaw. 

His lips touch yours and like last time they’re soft and warm but unlike before, the kiss is filled with hunger.

He pulls you closer against him and you moan, tangling your fingers in his hair. James immediately deepens the kiss, tongue swiping across yours and you pull away in shock. 

He doesn’t let you go far, nose burrowing into your neck, “I’m sorry, Love. You just taste so good.” 

“Oh,” you whisper, breathless.

He laughs, “Yeah, Oh.”

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“That's how it ends?” James asks you, peering up from where his head lays on your lap, your hand threading through his soft curls. 

You’re laying on your bed. The common room was too busy and James stated the boys would just bother them if they went to his room so you shyly offered to read to him in your room.

The girls were all doing their own thing tonight, thankfully giving you and James time alone. 

You immediately thought of other things you could be doing alone but James seemed determined to hear the rest of the book and you weren't sure you wanted to do those activities with him yet. 

“I don’t get why that’s your favourite book,” At your offended look he continues, “Sorry, Love, but that's such a bad ending.”

You laugh incredulously, “It’s not a bad ending! They end up happy and in love.”

“You’re such a hopeless romantic,” He jokes and you roll your eyes. 

“If you’re not a hopeless romantic then I want you to leave right now.” You point to the door playfully and James leans up, face inches from yours. 

“I’ll become a hopeless romantic for you,” He mutters, looking at your lips. 

“Good.” You push him off the bed and he groans in fake pain. “Go to bed, the girls will be back soon and I’ll never hear the end of it if they spot James Potter in my bed.”

“Fine. I want to see you soon though, maybe after the Quiddich game next week?” 

“Won’t you be too busy celebrating the win?” 

“You think we’re going to win?” He asks, happiness and shyness clear in his voice. His cheeks turn red when you nod, “I can think of other ways to celebrate the win with you, Love.” 

You roll your eyes, playfully pushing his shoulder. “Go.”

He taps his lips and you can’t help but blush. You mean for it to be a quick peck but James has other ideas, tilting your head as he kisses you deeply. 

He places an open-mouthed kiss on your neck before leaving with a quick wink. 

As soon as the door closes you let out a squeal, kicking your feet as you hug your pillow to your chest tightly. 

“I heard that.” James’s voice resonates through the door. 

Your cheeks flush, “Go away.” 

His footsteps fade and you relax into your bed.

It’s only until the next morning that you notice the words on your wrist.

I’m kicking my feelings and squealing about you too. Not so different after all.

[tojigasm]

dad bod!jake was SO GOOD LAWD, your writing is amazing, beyond words, made me speechless literally *french kiss

i would love love love if you could write something ab jake’s mate going into heat and super needy and jake’s teasing her ab it but a little mean

thank you so much MWAH <33

AHHH ty ty ty anon!! So sorry this took so long for me to get to!! I hope you enjoy bb!

"You always get like this," he chuckles lightly, drawing a line of soft kisses from the base of your neck to the dip of your back.

His large hands soothe over the plush of your ass, pulling and squeezing at your soft skin.

"Needy, filthy, a sobbing little mess," he dips down some to press his nose into your slicked cunt before running his finger up and down your folds at a deliciously slow pace, "...wet." he finishes as his finger slips into your tight cunt.

You whimper softly, "Please don't be mean."

He doesn't say anything, running the head of his cock up and down your folds.

You lurch at the sensation, hissing slightly when the bulge of it presses into you.

"Please, Jake," you sob. "M'bein' good." You cry.

"You are being good."

The stretch of his cock follows, sinking deep and wide into your tight heat.

You're immediately brought to tears, sobbing and letting your head fall between your shoulders in the heat of it.

"Fuck," you sob, curling your hands into the thatch mat.

Jake's thrusts fall into a delicious rhythm that pulls from you in quick bursts of wanton.

"Feel good?" He chuckles at your expression, stroking the base of your tail to hold it up and out of his way.

You nod weakly, dropping your chest to the mat and letting the warmth of him take over you.

[fluffomatic]

Ahhh oh my gosh this took to damn long to make 😩

My brain hasn't been that good lately, so it took way longer than it should've to get these pictures done but fuck it's finally finished.

I know yall probably wanted TOTK art but I needed to draw something for me to get me back into the swing of things. Plus I needed to make sure I actually finished it 😅 So it's more Lee!Spectra!! Haha the hyperfixation is real

So started with some sweet Love Tickles (tm) from his lovely boyfriend Gus~

TICKLE INTERROGATION TICKLE INTERROGATION BABBYYYYYY!!!!! Another fav trope of mine that I definitely don't draw enough. The Vexos would absolutely try this >:)

Mira just loves tickling her brother. Are you kidding? Love sibling bonding!

Spectra has to stop agreeing to help the brawlers cause Dan will absolutely wreck him whenever he can

(My art don't repost but please reblog)

[heartbytez]

day 6: past

back to casper. casper did not have a great childhood. in what little time ey spent with eir half-sister at her dads house, ey were often brushed off or called annoying any time ey weren't being almost ignored. it wasn't all bad, but it led to a lot of pain and angst down the line. they've both repaired their relationship now, but it took a lot to get there. bonus pic i did last year, long ramble about the two's past under the cut if that interests you :)

wait before i ramble the first pic came from the madoka magica meme and the second was inspired by this post. okay anyways

ahh AHHH sam and casper drive me CRAZY okay so. like i said it wasnt ALL bad casper and sam got along..fine..sometimes, casper especially liked sams at-the-time (and current but shh) high school sweetheart and thought he was cool :) BUT ANYWAYS

we have some aus where they're on better terms and its sweet but at the same time it can never be. perfect and ideal. bc casper's entire existence upset sam's life. when sam was like 3, their mom had an affair with some random dude and decided to keep the baby (casper) and split from her husband because of that. and for some FUCKING reason sam's mom+dad decide to keep this knowledge hidden from her because.. why? plot i guess.

sam still sees her mom and is on good terms with her until her dad comes clean about sam having a whole secret half-sibling. and it rocks her world in the way finding that out when you're 14 and mentally ill would upset you. and for a long time she takes it out on casper, really unfairly, because casper is overjoyed to have a big sister and loves going to her house (especially cause eir mom is uh.. not really doing great raising em).

sam (she/they btw) isn't a bad person by any means but like. being that young and finding that out your family has a secret really unpleasant side hidden from you for no reason would really really upset you. they were not a good sister to casper and by the time casper is like, 15, ey give up on trying to integrate into sam's side of the family and just. finishes high school and gets out of eir mom's house as fast as possible and begins trying to ghost hunt """professionally.""" sam has whole adventures too but they're not the focus rn hush

yea their relationship is better now but this is day PAST not day PRESENT/FUTURE. i could have done sam&casper for the relationship day but ehhh i wanted to draw the madoka meme with them LOL

if you've stayed this long, here's a snippet from their "backstory exposition fic" that i like :)

[2334242xiao]

if its alright, jack atlas with the "calm down" palette

Hohi! Sorry it took me so long to answer these! I am adamant to finish all of the requests so they're still open! Feel free to send me more!

I missed drawing Jack so much ahhh! Thank you for this request! The colors look so good on him!

[leatherloveandbelle]

Morning pink thought and stars

Together we walk down the street cold air quickening our pace as we go to that cute little park past the creek. We walk together pushing each other and laughing as we joke about the day and try to woo each other with stories of things we like. I take a hit off my pen as you start to smoke and we make our clouds mix as they drift into the woods we come to the bridge and stop a moment to smoke the gently trickling stream. A sweet smell wafts from my vape before I take a big hit from my pen.

“You know I really missed you I wish you didn’t have to live so far away.” Me

“I know I missed you glad you came all this way.” You flash a sly smile before cradling me into a soft kiss

I feel your soft lips on mine and your warm breath and need more I need you to fill me but I can’t say it. Your tongue slides into my mouth and before I know it I’ve started to suck it lightly as I dance around it with my tongue. I quickly let go and then give you another kiss one firm and melting warm and soft in return.

“I love you” you here grumpily stumble from my lips as I begin to blush

“I love you too” you say with a sly giggle followed by a jokingly stern expression

My hand slides to your side firmly pressing its weight on you as my arm pulls you in firmly a bit a squeeze as my other arm wraps you into my arms and I hug you and firmly squeeze every bit of you into me from your neck to your thighs. I pinch your butt as I gently draw back away and cuirass you curves on hand slipping between your legs for a I nice slow feel. I push against you gently grabbing tighter.

“Mmm why did we come all the way out here again.” I whine

“Hmm what do you don’t want to go to the swings and look at the stars anymore?” You say

“N~No that’s not what I’m saying I just I wanna suck it but I can’t.” More whining

“Yeah and who decided that we could just go back and you can give me head now.” You assert

“Well yeah but like look the stars are out and I really need to sit down we’ve walked a long way.” I stamp my feet my as my knees begin to ache “I just wanna get off my feet”

“Well” looking to your side you point out the swings “go ahead play sets right there.”

Seeing the swings my eyes sparkle running over and setting my walking stick down and taking off my coat showing off my black bra and nice leggings. I grab onto the swing and bend over to give my ass a little shake for you. As I slowly turn and gently rid the chains down onto the cold plastic seat and begin to rock forward and back lightly staring as you finish smoking your cloves. Your sister comes walking down the hill at a near perfect time as you turn to walk with her down the way. I stand as you approach me to give you my seat and you refuse despite the other swing being taken by your sister. I whimper quietly as I look up at you pressing my head into your hand.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” You assert

I nuzzle into your chest as I start to blush again. You pet my head and pull away to begin talking to your sister and walk behind me as I blush more. Your hand touches my back and you begin to push me gently but firm. You catch my back softly as I’d swing back to firmly push me from my butt all the while talking like nothing was happening. With every push I could hear your voice from earlier ringing in my ears.

“You’re doing such a good job good girl” you sang as I slowly took your massive cock stretching me claiming me as you’d pull me down onto it.

“Ahhh ahhh thank you ahhh thank you” I’d scream feeling the spirals spread through my brain making all the pain of getting stretched like that pleasure. Loving being filled loving being owned knowing in yours.

With every push I’d get higher and want more and more to return to that room where everything got more pink. I’d be filled if get praised I’d get more until you were done and then we’d get cleaned up and you’d put me on display in some way. In that room I don’t have to think it’s just pink and here on this swing I could feel with every push that pink. It was all so much I couldn’t take it I had to stop or I wasn’t gonna be able to stay decent.

“Please no more I need to rest for a second.” I say as my heart pounds and my blood races I can feel the heat between my legs and the dampness that now filled my leggings.

“Hmm no more you don’t like it when I push you?” You say slyly as you and your sister both start to look at me

“N~no just I just need a second umm to ya know it’s umm it’s hot.” I manage to string together

“Really?” Your sister says

“No not hot I mean umm it’s just I’m light headed.”

“Oh alright” you say stepping back after giving my ass a smack

“Haha ha I umm sorry just umm haven’t swung in a long time ya know ha ha ha.” I try to explain as the it feels like the swing is getting higher and higher without anyone pushing me

“Uh huh” she says

Why why did we invite her this was so embarrassing I began to stare at the stars and focus on that to calm down. Feeling how naked I was how tight my leather leggings were and how they showed off everything. How my bra barely hid my nipples as the proudly announced how much of a whore I am. My mind fills with excitement thinking of just stripping right here and seeing if you’ll use me here regardless. I fold my thighs together and push my hand into my crotch and the swing jostles in response as I pull the chains together with my arms not wanting to fall. Trying to rub some of the tension out before I started to act out trying not to moan as I push down between my legs.

“Baaabe” I whine out as I kick my legs and my head kicks back urges tightening my muscles as my body begins to heat up

“Yes” you call back

“Why are you like this” I whine pushing my feet down to stop and get off the swing

“Like what” you call tilting you head down at me

I stand and grab my coat before coming over and pressing against your arm making sure to press my crotch to your hand. “Mmmm” I call out with my eyes closed and head in your neck.

“Well like what” you tease as your hand presses into my crotch and the

“You know what meanie”

“No I don’t” you say pressing firmer and beginning to rub

My arms wrap around you and cling for support as my body begins to tremble. “You know what you did don’t act like you don’t!” I proclaim stamping my foot on the stair your standing on

“Oh really” you say pulling your hand away

“Wait wait no I’m sorry. I just I your attractive and my imagination is too active and I’m sorry I’ll behave.” I cry out

“Yeah” I hear someone say as I begin to blush realizing we aren’t alone

“Yeah I just mmmmm I’m sorry” I whimper going to my knees

“It’s ok” you say lifting my up by my chin to look you in the eyes “who’s my good girl?”

“I am” I whisper looking down to not meet your deep gaze

“Hmmm who’s my good girl?” You say louder almost loud enough for your sister to hear

“I am I’m your good girl” I say louder trying not to let her hear how well you’ve trained me to answer to your calls

“That’s right!” You say loud like you���re talking to your dog and begin to pet my head. As my knees bend and I catch myself on the steps now with my mouth just inches from your crotch my heart throbs.

“Are you two almost done” she calls out mildly annoyed

“No not ever” I call back teasingly

You gently tussle my hair again and walk me back to my swing to sit down before going back to your steps. We proceed with mindful chatter as we entertain your sister to the best of our ability before my attention gets drown back to the stars and I go quiet and begin mindlessly swinging.

[harus-simp]

Home, sweet home

-Taerae x reader-

Warning:none (fluffy fluff 😚)

Requested: hiii, do you think you could write a drabble about waking up with taerae and being all domestic ?? <3 (Anonymous)

Author's note: hey there anon, here's your drabble of taerae, so I hope you like it :))

Thank you so much for requesting <3

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Spending the day inside with taerae after a long day celebrating his debut makes you realise how much you love him and how hard would it be for you to not have him in your life.

As the morning person you were, it was around 11 a.m almost and you were still sound asleep. The they before you and taerae had been out all day celebrating him getting 6th place on boys planet, so you were both exhausted from moving around a lot actually.

Shuffling on your bed made you a little bit more conscious, however you wanted to keep sleeping so you tried to for a couple of minutes until you started opening your eyes only to find your boyfriend staring at you with a sweet smile adorning his face.

"Morning sleepyhead"he said ruffling your hair softly as he was using his elbow as a support.

"Good morning"you told him hiding behind your blanket.

He laughed at your behaviour.

"How long have you been watching me?"you asked embarrassed.

"Don't know, I lost count"he said neutrally waiting for you to go out of your little fort.

"Ahhh, seriously, why are you like this???"you whined taking your blanket off you.

He ignored your question and grabbed your hand starting to pull you out of bed to stand up.

"C'mon we can't stay here forever, it's late"

You wanted to stay on bed but figured fighting wouldn't lead you anywhere so you just let him drag you to the kitchen in order to make breakfast.

As you made your way there you both thought of what you could have to eat. Yes at 11a.m, but you both were hungry so who are we to judge?

You finally decided to have something simple as pancakes..., yeah that was the idea because let's say it wasn't going that well.

"What are you doing taerae?"you shouted panick taking over you.

"Aren't you supposed to pour mik now?"

"Yes, but not that much!"😫😫😫

Yeah, so the pancakes didn't turn out that good but well, at least you were having fun together?

After that, you washed the dishes and took a shower because all the goofing around while cooking kinda made you both dirty due to all the flour flying around lol.

Right after that you guys started cleaning the apartment with background music which kinda was a mistake as well 💀💀💀 (you can't do shit without causing chaos, I think junhyeon has infected you lmao).

So instead of finishing everything in a short spam of time you took more time than you had plan and ended your work half an hour later that you had intended to.

Then tarae got the idea of interpreting you hot summer, but an acapella version of it with his guitar as you had requested him to sing days before the song, what can you say you wanted a little spoiler before the finale 🤭

He gathered all he needed and positioned himself to sing in a comfortable place.

As he started singing you were literally hypnotised by taerae's voice (who wouldn't actually), it was true that you had heard it before on the programme but hearing him in person was much better, he knew how to perfectly highlight his skills and you loved how he was able to just draw you in.

After he finished you clapped enthusiastically expressing your love for him and his vocals.

"You are so good taerae, you suit the concept a lot"you complimented him.

"Haha thank you"he said flashing you one of his characteristic smiles.

As you stared at him, you started to realise how lucky you were to have someone like him in your life, he was one the one you always seeked for his face in a crowd when you were meeting for a date, how your whole face and spirit lighted up when you felt his presence or even the heartache you had when you both needed to part ways was enough for you to understand that you wanted to keep him in your life forever.

"What are you thinking there?"he asked curiously as he saw you smiling unconsciously at him, looking directly into his eyes.

"Just how lucky and greatful I am to be your girlfriend" you answered, the smile not leaving your face.

In that precise moment he really felt how time stopped right there and you were the only thing that mattered to him.

You managed to make him so shy he couldn't even look at you back. You simply smiled wider and got closer to him.

"What?I really am"

He trapped you in his arms hugging you tightly and not intending to let go.

"I am more lucky, believe me"

And just like that you spended the rest of the day just being all lovey dovey and clingy 😙

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[umbracirrus]

For the fic writer questions: 27: What is your most and least favorite part of writing? 56: What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on? 74: You’ve posted a fic anonymously. How would someone be able to guess that you’d written it?

Ahhh, thank you!

27. What is your most and least favourite part of writing?

My absolute favourite thing is when I manage to get a scene into words exactly as I envision the scene unfolding in my head. Like this scene in The Perfect Storm where Elyse's anger and fear is building before she and Balgruuf argue-

Elyse could feel her pulse thumping in her ears as she waited for Balgruuf to finish with his current audience, trying to hold back her current… frustration? Irritation, perhaps? It didn't help that she felt trapped in a state of absolute disbelief over what she had not long read, because there was no way that he could have done that… could he?

"Thank you for bringing the matter to my attention. I will have somebody look into the issue and get back to you as soon as reasonably possible," Balgruuf stated, drawing her out of her thoughts. He then rose from his throne as Irileth went to escort the visitor out of the palace, before turning to face her. "You have been standing around for a while now, Elyse. Is something the matter?"

She blinked at him for a moment, now feeling her heart practically thudding against her chest as she flexed her fingers whilst repeatedly clenching them into her sweating palms. It took a moment for her to properly think of what to say, before starting out with simply answering his question. "Yes, Balgruuf. I-" She glanced around, before hearing the palace doors loudly fall shut behind the visitor. Silently, she closed her eyes, and inhaled through her nose. "I need to know if you have done something. Because… I-I don't know if what I have just been told is the truth or an attempt to stir trouble."

Balgruuf raised his eyebrow at her as she finally settled on folding her arms over and staring at the ground. "This does not sound good… It isn't anything to do with Ulfric, is it?"

A tension began to build as she took her time to answer out loud, though they both knew the answer to the question before she could so much as let a single word pass her lips. "Did… Did you pay off my fine in Eastmarch?"

Tension gave way to confusion. "What…?" He stared at her with a raised eyebrow for a moment, before letting out a quiet sigh. "Hm… So he contacted you about that matter." He closed his eyes.

Her blood ran completely cold. "You did, didn't you…" Was she shocked? Horrified? Angry? She couldn't quite tell. Perhaps it was a combination of them all. "Why?" He continued to give her a look verging on confused as her nails began to bite into her palms, not deep enough to draw blood but certainly hard enough for it to start to hurt. Could he not tell? Truly?

"What do you mean? It should be obvious-"

"Why did you do that?" She interrupted him before exhaling loudly through her nose, then grit her teeth together. "Why didn't you tell me? Why did I have to learn that you had done it from Ulfric?!"

As for my least favourite part of writing... Well, it's when I just can't find the words. When the words aren't wording. Like right now 🥲

56. What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on?

That would have to be the dialogue! It's one of the things that I feel better at writing, which I sometimes use as the basis for quite a few of my scenes. I like to work on the dialogue until I feel as though I can actually hear the characters saying the lines too, if that makes sense? If I feel as though I can't hear a character saying something... I'll try to refine it until I do?

74. You’ve posted a fic anonymously. How would someone be able to guess that you’d written it?

Haha, the amount of times where my characters sigh, take a deep breath, exhale quietly, and fold their arms over would probably be a giveaway... But then again, I seem to hyperfocus on noticing them in my own writing so perhaps maybe not!

[stopka124]

⋖✯⋗ Model: @_ghandys_ - instagram ✨️

✧ This drawing actually took me so long to finish ahhh, like 2 weeks I think (considering my school hours that isnt that much but still lol)

✧ Also the graphite is reflective af so I had to wait a whole week just to get home before dark so I can take the photo with natural sunlight (artificial light makes it appear even more shiny) 🫡

[arcsimper5]

🌺💜SEND THIS TO OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING 💜🌺

ashjskdjfhwuedo AHHH Thank you!

You're wonderful too!

I didn't want to say a boring thank you, so I wrote you a little drabble about Barks (I hope that's okay), because he's one of my favourites of your OC's!

"What the heck is that?" Bear asked loudly, drawing Bark's attention as he fiddled with a few of the tuning pegs at the top of the wooden instrument currently resting on his knee, a small chuckle escaping him as he rolled his eyes.

"This, dear brother, is a Quetarra. It's a zabrak instrument, apparently. Won it in that sabacc game last week, been tuning her up and practicing since. Just got done replacing the strings, actually."

Bear looked him over for a moment, eyeing the wooden frame and translucent strings with a frown. They didn't look very sturdy at all.

"So is it like a weapon, or...?" Barks sighed and shook his head, pouting at his brother. "Not everything has to be used to beat someone round the head with, you know?" "Then what's the point of it?" Bear grumbled, quickly losing interest.

Bark's soft smile returned as he shook his hair from his face and repositioned the quetarra in his lap.

Calloused fingers delicately ran over the strings and the fretted neck, getting reacquainted with them. It always bought him an odd sense of calm, feeling how they bit slightly into the pads of his fingers.

"Music, Bear. It's for music."

Before his brother could even begin to protest, he used his right hand to brush across the strings, the sound gentle and warm. Bear's eyes widened as he froze on the spot, watching in awe as Bark's fingers began sliding up down the frets, a soothing melody flowing from his hands.

"I've actually been working on a song," Barks admitted, cheeks heating up a little under his brother's scrutiny, "but it's... it's not finished and it's... not very good."

"I call bantha crap," Bear smirked, giving an overdramatic wink, "come on, I want to hear it."

Barks took a deep, shuddering breath, adjusting his fingers on the frets until the note changed, the sounds drifting through the air a little more melancholy now, but still just as beautiful.

Closing his eyes, he let himself drift with the music, the words he'd committed to both paper and memory escaping his lips with ease.

We are just poor wayfaring troopers, Fighting wars, so far from home.

There is no sickness, no toil or danger, In that bright land to which we go.

I'm going there to see my brothers, All my loved ones, who've gone on.

I'm just going, over Kamino, I'm just going, over home

I know dark clouds will gather 'round me, I know my way is rough and steep.

But beauteous fields arise before me, Where we no longer march on tired feet.

I'm going there to see my brothers,

They said they'd meet me when I come. So I'm just going over Kamino,

I'm just going over home.

I'm just going over Kamino,

I'm just going over home.

With one last strum of the final chord, he finished his song, eyes remaining shut against the emotions building inside him, as if that would stop the hurt, the pain, the guilt.

"It helps," he murmured, hands resting on the rounded body of the instrument, "to move on. To let go. At least... it helps me."

Bear was grateful Barks still hadn't opened his eyes, still clinging onto the small comfort that the music bought him. If he had, he might have seen the tears staining his cheeks, and that just wouldn't do.

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Hope this is okay and hope you liked it!

I read a few HC's people had sent about Barks playing a guitar, and yes, there is one in the SWU!

The song is obviously a play on 'Wayfaring Stranger', but I listened to the Long John's version of it yesterday and kept thinking about how Clones must have their own songs and chants and musical culture, so here we are!

Sending all the love to you! <3

[jerirose]

oh my god i would LOVE a tutorial on the amazing way you draw eyelashes! it's such a small detail but it makes such a difference i think. also I Get It, jisung is your muse just like felix is my muse. neither of us can be normal about how much we need to draw them i understand completely, i'm just blown away but how quickly you can make such amazing looking art when it takes me a calender year to finish anything lmao

anyway this is me looking at your art

I will try to make a traditional tutorial whilst I'm away <3 I'll also make a digital one when I'm back too! Mmmhm, Hannie and Lino - I dunno what it is about painting the two of them, but it's just really calming? Like, I'm sure you get it 100% and any other artist that has a favourite (or a few) to draw will understand what I'm talking about. 100% I'd call them my muses, I think it kinda flips back and forth between the two because I've a lot of Lee Know's I've painted too hahaha And ofc the more I paint the both of them the easier it gets, which makes them more enjoyable to paint! Ahhh thank youu! I still think I'm pretty slow :') I think it depends on the portrait and the detail involved and whether I decide to be lazy on some features - ie. how much sanity I'm willing to sacrifice on a shirt or necklace :') [I really hate painting chains LOL] Some paintings [like my latest HAN] take 5ish hours? (or at least that's what I'm guessing from how long the time-lapse is - CSP doesn't record paint time *sigh*) and then some take anywhere from 10 to 18 hours? [I think my THE SOUND HAN took roughtly 14 hours, because of all the detail]. I'd like to get faster - but I'd also rather focus on my technique for now to continue getting better at that and understanding "my style" better and working on making my work my own, rather than a "copy" as my dad likes to call them :') I posted a resources' thing on (some of) the brushes I use! Here. They are all brushes I've paid for, but I also know there's a tone of resources out that that are free and maybe it may help knowing what to look for if it's something you (or anyone reading this) is potentially interested in looking in to! I'll make a post when I'm back about them more in-depth, how I use them and also which standard brushes I use and how I use them too! Since I never watched tutorials or looked at them, everything I've learnt to date is all through trail and error, so I'm not sure if I'm the best to make things, but maybe people will find them helpful :D I'd like to add, and this REALLY goes for everyone - please never be ashamed or embarrassed of how long your art takes to create, or where you are in your personal progress, or of your "failures" or something that didn't quite turn out how you wanted it too - art is made with love and that's the only thing that should matter. If you love and enjoy what you are doing - who cares how long it takes or if it's not perfect?! (I actually love the imperfections in my art because it shows that they were made by a person). Take the last piece you did and learn from it, note what worked and what didn't and take it with you to the next piece! Creating, painting, drawing, ect - digital or traditional is muscle memory - the more you do it the easier it'll become <3

[doodleoogles]

Reconnect - Part 2

We all sat at a long table outside, trying to give our ears a break and chatting different topics all at once. I listened intently while drawing circles on the table using the half empty beer bottle in my hand.

"Oh you remember Bry right?" Josef, the large man who gave big bear hugs nodded at me.

"Ah yes absolutely, how's he? Where is he now?" I asked.

Josef waved a hand, "Nahh I don't know somewhere in Cambodia or Thailand honestly he's everywhere and nowhere at the same time" he took a sip from his diet Coke, he quit drinking one year ago. "But, if you'll ask him to come over, I'm sure he'll book the first flight he can find. That guy…"

I finished my beer and set the bottle aside, "What?"

"Ahhh, let's just say.. Trust me he'll come to the Philippines just for you." he's smiling genuinely and I smiled back. I leave it at that. Bry and I never talk, although we had this friendly connection when I met him and Josef almost 5 years ago. It's quite nice to know people appreciate me, another subtle stroke on my ego.

I saw Brent stood up from where he was seated. He tapped his bandmate's shoulder and walked towards our table. He plopped himself down beside me. "So, what made you decide to finally show up?"

I turned to face him, "I already told you, I need to see the venue. And besides I haven't seen you guys in quite some time."

"Cause you're always busy!" he said, raising his hand up as a waiter walks by. "Two beers please"

I laughed, "I just prefer to stay at home and read e-books then sleep early with a cucumber on both eyes. I'm getting old, my body is starting to protest when I try to go out and stay up late." I waved a finger at him, "and besides, look who's talking! I thought you're too damn busy now with your newfound love."

The waiter came back with two ice cold beers. Brent mouthed 'Thanks', and gave one to me. "Ah that." he scoffed. "Well let's just say I'm free and I have time. Hit me up, we have a lot of catching up to do."

I looked at his face, "Ohh, I didn't know."

He met my gaze, looking somewhat serious or maybe I was slightly getting drunk "Yeah, you never knew how to read between the lines."

I felt my face flush, and I focused on the beer in my hand like it's the thing that deserved the most attention tonight. For context, Brent and kinda hooked up not so long ago. It wasn't bad but it wasn't good either and we both concluded that we're better off as friends. He was happy when I finally had a serious relationship, and I was happy for him when he announced a few months ago that he's seeing someone.

The conversation swerved to a different topic and Brent happily joined them. I was only half listening as my mind replayed the time I had with Brent. He was a good kisser, from what I can remember. His tongue explored my mouth like his life depended on it. I remember grasping his long hair with one hand while the other held on to his arm, feeling the softness of his skin which is quite unusual for a guy who don't seem to care about moisturizers.

"You up for it?" Brent asked me, snapping my mind back to the table with them.

I drank from my bottle before speaking, "Up for what?"

"Let's find some good food later. Are you even with us????" he teased.

I slapped him purposely "Fine fine, yes I'm going."

"Then I can drop you off later." he casually said.

"OK." I responded, taking a quick glance at his lips. He has a very defined cupid's bow. I wonder if they still taste the same. God.