#especially when it's pretty much the same thing over and over and over

[docrobinavitch]

flushed & flustered

dr. robby x f!resident!reader masterlist content: 18+ mdni, sexually explicit content, age gap, swearing, jealousy words: 4.3K synopsis: no one in the ER knows you've been seeing robby except dana, but when an EMT keeps relentlessly flirting with you, it has robby losing his mind. a/n: hellooo again. i think this one pretty much speaks for itself 🤪

Robby didn’t consider himself to be a jealous man. The older he got, the more secure he felt in the relationships he chose. And with you, he felt very sure about everything. At times, it bordered on cocky how sure he was about you.

So it was both shocking and incredibly irritating to him the way it got under his skin when you laughed a little too loudly at something the EMT said to you. The same EMT who had been flirting with you for three straight shifts.

No one in the ER knew you were dating except for Dana. The two of you had decided it would just be easier that way, especially as you were still his resident. When Dana saw the way he was eying the two of you… well, it was the greatest thing that had happened to her all shift.

“You gonna kick him out or are you just gonna keep staring at him like you’re deciding where to hide the body?” Dana leaned into his shoulder.

Robby looked at her with disdain and then took the lab results she was holding out to him. He furrowed his brow as he tried to focus on what was in front of him and not the lilt of your voice.

“Repeat head CT in three hours. We can discharge if it’s clear.” Robby handed the iPad back to Dana and put his glasses back in his pocket, returning his attention to you.

You smiled and then placed a hand on the man’s forearm before walking away. Robby couldn’t stand the way his blood pressure rose. Immediately, he followed after you.

“Have a second?” He asked, but didn’t wait for your response as he steered you by the arm into an empty patient room.

You laughed as he closed the door, “What the hell is this?”

A great question. Robby had no idea what he was doing, he had simply let his annoyance drive him, and the regret immediately washed over him. He scratched the back of his head, “I just um, wanted to see about the, uh, trauma one, if surgery came down to get him yet?”

You stared at him opened mouth for a moment, “Robby, you were there when we stabilized him and when Garcia said the OR would be ready in ten minutes.”

He was already nodding while you were speaking, the tips of his ears growing red with embarrassment, or frustration. Likely both, “Right, and so did Garcia come back down to get him?”

“I don’t know,” You said slowly, “Why don’t you ask Dana?”

You started to walk around him, but he blocked the exit, “Sorry, I just, we’re okay, right?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “We don’t do this at work. That was your rule.”

He sighed, “I know, I know—“

Dana opened the door, “Sorry to interrupt, incoming pedestrian struck in a crosswalk, five minutes out.”

They both followed Dana back out into central, Robby’s mind still on that EMT. Your laugh and your soft touch on his arm.

When the trauma came in, he watched, gloved up as you and Langdon bickered back and forth about how to best handle the internal bleeding to stabilize enough for surgery. “Langdon’s running this one,” He reminded you mildly, “His decision.”

Langdon smirked at you snidely and you rolled your eyes. When they had mostly stabilized the patient, Langdon took the opportunity to jab at you, “So, Y/N, when are you going to put that EMT out of his misery?”

Robby’s eyes shot up to Langdon and his heart rate picked up again. So he wasn’t the only one who had noticed.

You frowned, “Who? Peter?”

“Ah, Peter,” Langdon said in a mocking tone, but you looked at him blankly, “Oh, come on, the guy’s been drooling over you for like a week now. Don’t act like you haven’t noticed.”

Robby watched as you blushed. You actually blushed.

“It’s not like that, he’s just friendly.”

Langdon laughed, “Right. Sure. I mean I have never seen an EMT so thrilled to be hugging the wall for close to hours, but yeah he’s probably just friendly.” You shook your head and sighed. “Or maybe he’s a serial killer, he does watch you with more intensity than just romantic interest.”

With the patient stabilized and surgery coming in, you and Langdon started degloving, Robby following quietly behind.

“Well, it doesn’t matter anyway, because it just so happens that I’m… seeing someone.”

Robby blinked, unsure he had heard you correctly. Your face was beet red as you looked anywhere besides Langdon and Robby.

Langdon scoffed, “Since when?”

You huffed with agitation, “I don’t see how that’s any of your business, Frank. But there is nothing going on with me and Peter, okay?” Now you looked from Robby to Langdon. You had picked up on Robby’s silence, perhaps connected the dots between his conversation with you earlier and Langdon’s interrogation.

“Oh, I am not involved in this conversation,” Robby said quickly, backing away with his hands up and quickly turning away.

He should be relieved that you denied it and that you even made it a point to affirm that you were in a relationship, he was sure that addition was intended for him and not Frank.

And yet… You had blushed when Frank implied that he was flirting with you. Again, he felt ridiculous that it bothered him, but he didn’t want you blushing thinking about anyone but him.

It was so difficult to fluster you that in the beginning, he had seen it as a challenge. What could he say, where could he touch, that would bring that pink to your cheeks.

They didn’t talk about their relationship at work, it was a rule he had established early on in order to keep their resident/attending role separate. He did his best to think about you as just a resident when you were here and just his girlfriend once you stepped outside.

But boy, he was struggling with it today. Every time he saw you he wanted to pull you into a private room and remind you of all the ways you were his.

And apparently, it wasn’t just Langdon who had noticed the flirty EMT. He saw several nurses exchanging looks the next time Peter came in with another patient and made his way over to you.

“So, what’s your vice?” Peter was leaning over your workstation while you were trying to chart.

“Excuse me?” You peered at him over the top of your computer.

“You know, coffee, tea, alcohol, cigarettes… Mine’s definitely coffee, I have like, four cups a day. What’s yours?”

“Uh, I don’t know,” You shrugged, “I guess coffee.”

“Painful to watch, isn’t it?” Mohan had sidled up next to Robby.

“What?”

Mohan nodded to you and Peter, “Y/N and the sexy EMT.” Robby looked at her, eyebrows raised. “Oh, I don’t call him that, that’s what the nurses call him,” She said quickly, “Yeah, I’m just gonna go.”

Robby shook his head and sighed. He was still talking to you. Thankfully, you weren’t laughing anymore, but he was awful close to you and there was that pink tinge to your cheeks. The same pink tinge that rose to your cheeks when he whispered something dirty in your ear, or squeezed your ass in public, or cooed what a good girl you are—

He couldn’t watch this anymore. Pushing off the hub, he marched over to you.

“Sorry to interrupt,” He said, and turned to Peter, “Do you have a patient here?”

“Uh, yeah,” He jerked a thumb towards the ambulance bay, “We’re waiting for him to be admitted.”

Robby nodded, “Well I would appreciate it if you got back to monitoring your patient instead of flirting with my resident.” He said coldly.

Peter narrowed his eyes at Robby, and then looked back at you. You were definitely blushing now, pretending to be incredibly interested in charting. Finally, Peter scoffed, “Yeah, sure.” He looked back at you, “I’ll bring you a coffee next time.”

You watched him as he left and then looked up at Robby, shaking your head.

“What?” He asked, it came out sharper than he intended.

You shrugged, “Something bothering you, Dr. Robinavitch? You seem tense.”

He smirked and ran a hand over his face before leaning in closer to you, “Do you enjoy it? His attention?” He asked lowly.

“He just wanted to know if I like coffee.” You said, but seeing Robby like this was making your stomach flip and your face heat.

“Really?” He was too close, much too close, you glanced around to see if anyone had noticed— “Look at me.”

You met his gaze which was hotter than the sun. He looked like he wanted to devour you, “We don’t do this at work,” You repeated firmly, desperately.

His gaze traveled lazily to your mouth and then back up, “You didn’t seem to have an issue when it was Peter.”

You scoffed and looked away. He was going to ruin you, here, at work. You could feel your arousal pooling between your thighs already.

Robby had never been jealous. It wasn’t uncommon if he had stepped away from you for a minute for a man to try and buy you a drink. And he would casually insert himself between you, not even look at the other man, just whisk you away. But he was always so casual and indifferent about it. You had never gotten the impression that he was threatened by it.

But now, he was acting positively possessive. And while it was absolutely inappropriate timing, you found it, unfortunately, unbearably attractive.

You stood from your work station, iPad in hand, and leaned in close to his ear, “If you don’t back off, it’s going to become very clear to everyone in the ED who it is that I’ve been seeing.”

As you move to walk by him, his hand grasps your arm and pulls you back in front of him. Your eyes travel from his hand on your arm in disbelief up to his eyes that are still looking at you with unabashed desire.

“Flirt like that in front of me again, and I will do more than just make everyone wonder if we’re sleeping together.” His hand was still gripping your arm and your breathing faltered at the feel of his breath on the shell of your ear, “Understood?”

You swallowed, hard, and then smirked, “Promise?”

He gave a short chuckle and released your arm, “Don’t play games.”

You leaned in close, close enough to kiss him if you wanted. For his part, he didn’t move away, his eyes snagging on your mouth again, “Don’t threaten me.” You whispered, and then you headed to your patient.

Peter was back. His patient was finally getting admitted and of course, you were the one guiding him to the room. Robby followed a few steps back.

“So… Coffee?” Peter said. Man, was this the best game this guy had? The best the “sexy EMT” could do was ask you about coffee? Maybe Robby had nothing to worry about. “How do you take it?”

You shook your head, smirking, “Cream and sugar.”

“And do you ever… go out for coffee after a shift?”

Robby sighed audibly and your eyes shot to his before quickly looking back to Peter, “No,” You said as you all walked into the room where the patient would be staying, “With all the coffee I drink during shift, I’d never sleep if I had more after.”

Peter nodded, “What about for a drink, then?”

You chuckled nervously, the patient between all of you looking interestedly from you to Peter. Robby watched, irritated when that tell tale flush started creeping its way up your neck again.

“Dr. Y/N.” Robby interjected, “The patient, if you would be so kind? Peter, thank you for your help, we’ve got it from here.”

Peter looked from Robby to you expectantly. As if he thought you’d interject here.

When you didn’t, the fucker had the nerve to ask again, this time abandoning the pretense of it being a casual conversation, “You get off at seven, right? I could meet you later.”

You looked up at Robby first who was watching you with calculated calm. Arms crossed, rocking gently from foot to foot. You doubted anyone else would sense the level of agitation, but it was easy for you to see just how pent up and frustrated he was.

Peter and the patient both followed your gaze to Robby, and then Peter looked back at you, question in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Peter,” You said finally, tearing your gaze away from Robby, “But I already have a date after work… with my boyfriend.”

It took everything you had not to reflexively look up at Robby at the end of your sentence, but it wouldn’t have mattered. Peter was already looking from you to Robby, rapid calculations occurring as he put together the pieces of the past day.

Finally, he gave a short breathy laugh, “No fucking way.” The flush worked its way into your cheeks, your ears, your forehead. “He’s old enough to be your dad.” Peter hissed.

That was enough for Robby. Peter wouldn’t leave, and so he’d have to excuse himself before he called security. It wasn’t like this was the first time it had been pointed out to him how young you were. He had thought about it extensively, hating himself, from the moment he realized his affection for you went far beyond that of just a mentor.

“You’ll call if you need me?” He asked, waiting for you to meet his eyes.

You nodded and watched him go, “You should go, Peter.” You started your exam on the patient until eventually, Peter gave up and left.

“I would have picked the doctor with the sad eyes, too.” The patient said in the silence and you laughed so hard you snorted.

The rest of the shift, you worried that Robby was actually upset with you. He barely spoke to you the rest of the shift and avoided being in physical proximity to you if he could help it.

When the day finally ended, you quickly packed up your things and caught him at the hub as he was getting ready to leave. He noted your presence with his eyes, but said nothing as you followed him outside.

You trailed after him like a puppy, hoping he would say something, but he didn’t. When you got to his apartment, he finally turned to you as he closed the door behind you with a hand over your shoulder.

“You never answered my question earlier.” He said softly.

“What question?” You asked, breathless from his closeness.

“If you liked his attention?”

A self satisfied smirk worked its way across your face, “No,” You said finally, shaking your head slowly and biting your lip, “I liked that his attention led to more attention from you.”

“Even though he’s… Far more age appropriate for you?”

You brought your hands up to his face, tilting your head just a bit, “I’ve told you before, your age is inconsequential to me. If anything, I find it more attractive.” He rolled his eyes at this, “I’m serious. Guys my age are arrogant and have the emotional capacity of a brick. You are… leaps and bounds ahead of them in terms of empathy.”

He huffed a laugh, “I’m not sure how not being an asshole correlates with my age.”

“Experience and wisdom and all that, yada yada, but I’m not interested in this conversation right now. You’ve been looking at me all day like…”

He raised his eyebrows, “Like what?”

You cover your face with your hands, suddenly embarrassed. Another thing you loved about Robby was that he had absolutely no trouble verbalizing what he wanted in bed or how badly he wanted you. And he loved when you did the same, but you were still hesitant. Still a little worried he would find it too much, would find it gross, or shameful. Feelings you were still working through from past relationships.

Carefully, he pushed your hands out of your face, his cocky grin greeting you immediately, “Don’t do that,” He said, his voice low, “I’ve wanted to see you blush all pretty for me all day long.”

“So you’re not mad?”

“Mad?” He laughed, “The only thing I’m mad about is that you still have your clothes on. You’ve been driving me fucking insane all day.”

“Me? Driving you insane?”

“Yeah, smiling at him, touching him, blushing for him.”

“I was not—“

“You were.” He said softly, but firmly, “And I gotta tell ya, it made me want to pull you into the bathroom and have my way with you. Really make you blush like I know you do when I’ve made such a mess of you you can hardly speak.”

Your heart rate was picking up, and with it, you were sure, your breathing, “Well, what the fuck are you waiting for then?”

He grinned and then he was kissing you, hard and hungrily, like there was an ache inside of him he couldn’t satisfy until he tasted you. His hands were in your hair, on your waist, under your scrub top, everywhere, everywhere, everywhere. Open mouthed, he stole the breath from your lungs, breathed you in greedily as a hand palmed your breast.

You couldn’t help the moan that tumbled from your throat as he gently pinched your nipple between his fingers. In response, he pushed his leg between both of yours and you gasped at the friction it created there. Wanting more of it, you ground down on his leg and were rewarded with a guttural sound from Robby.

He grabbed your jaw and pushed you slightly to give himself access to the curve of your neck where he began sucking at the sensitive skin there.

“Peter was probably wondering what you taste like all day.” He grazed his teeth against your skin, “Or how you would feel grinding down on his leg like this. So pretty when you move your hips like that.”

“Stop talking about him,” You ground out.

Robby laughed and pulled away, the loss of friction from his leg made you whine involuntarily. Mercifully, he didn’t comment on this, just took your hand and pulled gently towards the bedroom.

“For what it’s worth, I’ve been thinking about the way you taste all day.” He pushed you down onto the bed and pulled at the drawstring of your scrub pants, “The way you grind against my mouth when you’re really needy.” He’s pulled your pants and panties off in one go and crawls over you. Settling between your thighs, he pulled a leg over his shoulder.

You’re quiet, nearly holding your breath in anticipation and he looked up at you. A check in, despite everything, despite how you had made it clear you wanted him and only him all day, he hesitated. Is this okay? His eyes asked.

It was sweet of him, but you were so frustrated. You wouldn’t admit it, but when he was acting so territorial earlier today, whenever you had allowed your mind to wander, it had been to this: Robby, head between your legs, beard glistening with your slick. If he had taken more than a cursory glance at your panties when he slipped them off moments ago, the evidence of it was all over them.

Your hips bucked involuntarily, “Please?” You managed, your voice a whine, a plea.

He smiled sweetly at you and looked back down. His finger glided across your folds and you both exhaled in unison, “This all for me, baby?”

You nodded and he lazily teased your dripping entrance with a finger, “Only for you.” You said, breathless.

You didn’t have to look to know that had him grinning. Then his mouth was on you, tongue slowly licking long stripes across you that have you quietly whimpering.

You reach a hand out to stroke the back of his head and he groans into you, the vibrations making your back arch. He pulls away slightly to look at you, his fingers circling your clit as he does so, “You’re close already, aren’t you, baby?”

Your only response is to lift your hips up into his hand, a silent plea for more.

It drove him crazy when you were like this. The fact that he had barely even touched you and you were already at the precipice. One practiced movement from him, a flick of his finger or his tongue, and you were so worked up you’d tumble over the edge.

Your face was flushed and sweaty, both from the shift and now, and you looked so fucking gorgeous.

He had been looking for too long. You were whining and arching your back at his lack of attention. He suppressed a laugh, “Okay, alright, I’ll take care of you, sweetheart. Just relax.”

Slowly, he pushed a finger inside you, sighing at the way you felt around him. He would never get over how soft and warm your walls felt around him, how perfect. He lowered his mouth back onto you, sucking your clit gently into his mouth and then circling it with his tongue as his finger curled up into you.

It took only a few more seconds before you cried out and he felt your walls contracting around his finger. His cock twitched at the sensation, full and dripping in his pants.

Even in the aftershocks of your orgasm, you were already reaching for him, pulling him by the shoulder back up to your mouth where you kissed him hungrily. The taste of you still on his tongue drove you wild and you started clawing at his clothes, trying to tear them off while chasing his mouth with your own.

Robby laughed at your eagerness, “You want to feel how crazy you drove me today? You want me to fill you up until you can’t see straight, hm?”

You helped lift his shirt over his head, hands pressed against his chest before you curled a finger beneath the chain of his necklace and lightly tugged him towards you, “Please stop talking.”

He laughed against your mouth and hooked your hip over his own, his erection sliding against your slick folds.

“Fucking Christ.” He groaned as he slid over you, repeatedly teasing your entrance with his tip before pulling out.

“Robby,” You groaned in frustration, until finally he gave in, sinking into you fully, “Oh, fuck.” You sighed into his mouth and he licked into yours as he slowly moved in and out of you.

“Jesus, you feel so good.” He lifted the leg that was previously wrapped around his hip and brought it to his shoulder, turning his head slightly to press a kiss to your ankle, “Okay?”

You nodded and he leaned down, pressing your leg with him. He was so so deep now and you moaned at the sensation. He began rocking his hips, slowly at first, then faster, harder, until you were delirious with the feel of him.

“Such a good girl,” He cooed, as he continued thrusting into you, “You look so pretty like this.” Reaching between you, his fingers found your swollen clit with little effort and he circled in time with his thrusts, smiling at you when you moaned and he felt your walls begin to tighten around him.

“That’s it, baby, cum for me again like a good girl. Wanna feel you cum around me.”

You loved when he talked like this, gentle and encouraging. It was all it took to push you over the edge the second time. And while you rode it out, crying out his name as you did, you felt him release inside you as well.

The both of you were breathless as you came down, his forehead rested against yours. You caught his mouth in a sweaty kiss and he hummed into your mouth appreciatively. When you both had caught your breath, he pulled out and wordlessly stood to go to the bathroom. This was routine now, so you waited patiently, knowing he’d return. You heard the sink water running for a while, then it stopped.

Robby came back into the room, warm, wet wash cloth in hand as he smiled down at you. He quietly cleaned you up and then once he’d gotten rid of the wash cloth, laid down next to you, pulling you into him with one arm.

“We should take a shower.” He said softly, kissing the freckles on your shoulder.

You hummed, “Just a couple more minutes like this, please?”

He sighed, “Can’t say no to you.”

You huffed a laugh, “You say no to me all the time at work.”

“Yes, it’s my job to say no to you there. It’s my job to say yes to you here.”

“Ah,” You said, “Very convenient.”

He laughed and then let silence fall between you for a few moments. Then— “So, do you think Peter got the hint or do you think he’ll come with a coffee the next time?”

You laughed, “I cannot believe you are still thinking about that man.”

“You didn’t answer the question.”

You sighed, “I think he got the hint, baby.”

“Good,” He said, “Because I have a strict no violence in the workplace policy.”

You shook your head, “You are a jealous, possessive man. I had no idea.”

“I can be positively territorial if it’ll lead to more sex like this.” He said and playfully bit your shoulder, causing you to squeal, “Come on, shower time.”

[dollbrbie]

boyfriend!luffy who’s the clingiest boyfriend ever, always wanting to be close to you and whines when you aren’t giving into him.

boyfriend!luffy who’s usually reluctant to share his food, but always finds himself offering you his half eaten food that’s still in his mouth.

boyfriend!luffy who’s never had a girlfriend before you, or any sort of romance in his life, so he’s a little clueless and clumsy when it comes to your relationship.

boyfriend!luffy is just so endearing despite it, though! it’s hard to stay mad at him when he looks at you with that adorable face, pouting at you while whining, “please don’t be mad at me! i can’t stand it..”

boyfriend!luffy who calls you ‘baby’ religiously, expecting you to do the exact same - he gets so pouty and whiny when you call him by his actual name.

boyfriend!luffy loves making you laugh, always doing silly things just to see a smile on your pretty face, even if it gets him hurt or in trouble - he lives to impress you.

boyfriend!luffy who is always kissing you with a big smile on his face, causing eye rolls from the rest of his crew.

boyfriend!luffy does not play about you, he’s super protective when it comes to you, not letting anyone bad mouth you or even think about harming you.

boyfriend!luffy who loves when you play with his hair, lying down on your lap after a long day so you can run your fingers through his hair as he ends up falling asleep.

boyfriend!luffy who forces you to take naps with him, especially when he sees you’ve been overworking yourself and in need of a lot of rest - it gives him the perfect excuse.

boyfriend!luffy who was definitely such a virgin before you, completely innocent when it came to anything sexual, but down to try out anything with you and had pure excitement written all over his face.

boyfriend!luffy who just loves sleepy sex, gently kissing along your neck as he slowly thrusts into you with pretty whines falling from his lips.

boyfriend!luffy who’s pretty vocal during sex, not afraid to express how pretty you look or how good you’re making him feel - he just loves praising you and receiving it as well.

boyfriend!luffy who is definitely a whiner in bed. he’s already pretty whiny outside of the bedroom, but when he feels your pussy sucking him in, he’s whining and whimpering out from the overwhelming pleasure.

boyfriend!luffy loves hearing you praise him, telling him how good he’s making you feel or how much you love him while he’s inside - he can’t help but feel his heart flutter at your words, motivating him to fuck your harder.

boyfriend!luffy who won’t let himself stop until he’s made you cum multiple times, he loves the way you look when you come undone beneath him - he’s definitely addicted to it, and accidentally overstimulates you both in the process.

boyfriend!luffy who is always on the verge of falling asleep after you have sex, especially with the way you lightly trace over his skin when your laid next to each other in comfortable silence.

boyfriend!luffy who ends up falling asleep on your chest, sleeping so peacefully while knowing how lucky he is to have scored you ૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა

© dollbrbie | don’t plagiarise or translate any of my work

[plethorawrites]

(A/N— because the secret relationship trope is one of my all time favorites—)

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Dick and Tim weren't expecting much when they visited—broke into— Jason's apartment. Honestly, despite never being there (because frankly they thought he'd open fire for their trespassing) they had very low expectations for his living style.

After all, Jason was used to the bare minimum. Pretty much all of his past safe houses were almost empty, sans a place to sleep, research, and hide things.

When they got there, picking the window lock on the 5th floor of a nearly empty apartment building in a much shadier area of town, they were expecting the same thing they had always seen—take out containers, traps, a messy bed laying on the floor without a frame. Probably some rat traps and maybe a few threatening signs, telling them to get out.

Instead, they found a fully furnished apartment that smelled of... cinnamon? Vanilla? What was that smell? They weren't sure, but it was sweet.

The couch had matching cushions, the tv was on a stand instead of sitting on the ground, the kitchen actually had a basket of fruit on the counter instead of a trashcan filled with old Chinese food.

"This is ...weird," Tim muttered, swiping his hand over the countertop, expecting dust but finding it clean and smelling of lemon cleaning product. "Are you sure this is the right place?"

Dick nodded. "According to the most recent address we have," he replied, glancing around at the art on the wall and the blankets strewn over the couch. "I sure as hell hope it is. Otherwise we just broke into someone's apartment."

That would definitely be bad. Especially if Bruce found out.

Thankfully it was only a few seconds later that Jason walked out of the bedroom, rubbing his eyes as he yawned. Which, to their relief proved that they had the correct address.

He stopped dead in his tracks, his hair still messy from sleep, his voice still gravely as he asked, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Uh...we needed your help," Tim answered, his eyes narrowing in confusion. "Did you just wake up?"

It certainly looked like it. After all, he was still in his sweatpants, no shirt in sight. It was after eleven am, though. They had assumed he would be up by now.

Jason heaved a sigh, crossing their path to start a pot of coffee. "And it couldn't have been a text message? Or a phone call?"

"Not really," Dick replied, watching his brother look through a drawer of coffee pods.

Since when did Jason drink anything other than straight black instant coffee that was probably three days old and freezing cold?

Tim, despite the mild befuddled expression, went on to elaborate about their visit. "Look we know you have the day off, but there's new information on the case with Penguin and Bruce said—"

"Jay?"

Tim stopped as he was interrupted, his eyebrows cinching as he turned his head to the voice of the sound.

You.

Your eyes were as wide, if not wider than theirs when you walked in, wearing far less than acceptable clothing in the form of a bra and shorts that were a smidge too tight.

"Who the hell..." Dick was already muttering, like a deer in headlights.

It took Jason all of two seconds to grab his favorite jacket, putting it over your shoulders to keep them from seeing any more of your skin than he found acceptable.

Even as you pulled it tightly to cover your attire, the jacket, which swallowed most of you, still hit your thighs. Their eyes cast down at your bare legs as you tugged his jacket lower awkwardly.

"Hey!" Jason snapped both figuratively and literally, his voice loud and his fingers waving in their faces. "Eyes up here."

"huh? Wh- sorry," Dick murmured, still confused as he motioned to you. "We weren't expecting uh... anyone else to be here..."

"Yeah, that makes four of us, I'm sure," you mumbled quietly, glancing over your shoulder at Jason who towered over you. "I'm just gonna...go get dressed."

He nodded, his hands still on your shoulders as he stood behind you. "Good idea."

Slowly backing away as his hands left your shoulders you waved weakly. "It was...nice meeting you," you remarked with an awkward nose scrunch, pointing over your shoulder. "I'll uh... I'll be in the bedroom."

As you left, the door shutting quickly and loudly, Dick and Tim could both see the look in their brother's eyes which simultaneously told them not to ask and to never ever say a word about you walking out in your pajamas like that.

"I guess we know where the throw pillows came from," Tim noted.

[sheabuttahwrites]

Where There's Smoke, There's Fire

Modern!AU Smoke x Annie

- Shea Buttah Bakery Masterlist story masterlist - sounds // Stardust - Lester Young - warnings - Explicit Language - -

Annie admired the blue lacquer on her almond-shaped nails, recalling the sweet yet straightforward request she’d gotten to polish them that color. The text had popped up the day before. So last minute—their date was tonight. But, for him, she didn’t mind so much. She’d make something shake somehow. Lucky for the both of them, her nail tech was able to squeeze her in the same day. The striking cobalt complimented her warm brown skin beautifully. Surely it would look just as good against whatever parts of him he wanted her to touch. 

He couldn't wait to see her; that was the other part of the text. She couldn't wait to see him either. It had been an entire week since they’d been able to let loose with each other. She took a bite of her sandwich, courtesy of her special someone. It was a slow Friday, though they’d just had a companywide meeting that wasn't the easiest to sit through. Sales were on a bit of a downward trend. And, though it wasn't necessarily anything abnormal, their boss, the owner, was always paranoid about any decline. 

“Hiiii—ugh, what’s that?” Her coworker Pearline’s big smile turned sour once she’d entered her office. “I was coming to see if you had some jollof or something.”

Annie couldn't help but laugh. “Nah, not today.”

“Awww.”

“You didn't bring anything? I got extra. It’s not jollof, but it’s still pretty good.” She bit into the chicken club, pointing down to the other half still wrapped in front of her.

“Yeah, I ate already. I’m just being greedy.” They shared a laugh as Pearline sat. It always tickled Annie how much Pearline could eat in contrast to how tiny she was. “Thank you, though.”

“No worries. So, you ok? I know you don't usually fare too well when the meetings get a little strict.”

“No!” She’d leaned over onto Annie’s desk with the most intense whisper, wide-eyed and dead serious. Annie laughed again. “I was just about to ask if I could chill in here until I get my feet back together.”

“Yes, you can stay.”

Pearline may have succumbed to her emotions every single time things got tense, but her work never suffered. Annie was especially grateful since they worked on the same team. 

“As a matter of fact, do you have dinner plans for tonight?”

“None that I know of. Why?”

“One second.” Annie picked up her phone and dialed her mom’s number. “Hey, Ma, what you doing?

“Hi, Annie. Are you calling to cancel?”

“Ma. No, I’m not calling to cancel. I was actually calling to ask if I could bring a colleague to dinner tonight.”

“Oh, yes, sure. That’s no problem.”

“Ok, good. This greedy girl at my job loves your food,” Annie joked, looking directly at Pearline. Drop-jawed, Pearline glared back while Annie’s mom giggled in her ear at the compliment. 

“How sweet. Yes, bring her. There will be plenty to share.”

“Alright, Ma, Thank you. I gotta get back to work. I do have to leave dinner early tonight, but I will be there.”

“Aniola!”

“I know, I know. I’ll make it up to you and dad, I promise.” 

“You're becoming like a stranger. I’m concer—”

Annie took the phone from her ear, not liking the direction their conversation was heading in. Especially not during what was left of her lunch break. “Ok, love you, Ma. See you in a little bit.” She ended the call with a sigh, knowing she would have to hear more of it later. “Now, you can have all the jollof your lil heart desires.”

Pearline lit up. “For real? I’m coming to dinner?”

“Yes. My mom loves feeding folks. And, whatever you do, please don’t turn down any food.”

“What? That will not be a problem.” 

In the midst of Annie’s laughter and Pearline’s celebration, their boss passed by and stuck his head into the room. 

“Am I interrupting?”

Pearline froze. His presence was like that. Quiet, but big. Heavy. Felt down to the bones. He was also quite stoic, but something about him felt warm. To Annie anyway.

“Uh, no,” she said, shaking her head. “I’ve just invited Pearline to dinner with my family tonight. Is everything ok?”

“Yeah. I just wanted to drop off your five year plaque.” He walked in and held it out to her. “Congratulations.”

“Oh. Yeah. Thanks.” Her anniversary hadn't even crossed her mind. She took the plaque from his hand, reading the short message thanking her for her many contributions over the years. 

“Your bonus will be reflected in your next paycheck.” Ears pricked, Annie looked up from her award. “We appreciate you around here. The machine wouldn’t run half as smoothly without you.”

“Awww. Thank you, Elijah.”

He nodded. “Alright, I’ll leave you to it.”

He was almost out of the room when Annie stopped him. “Hey, um… do you like Nigerian food?”

“…I’ve only had it once, but I did enjoy it.”

“Then you should come tonight, too. My parents are lovely hosts.”

Pearline, whose usually boisterous self had remained as quiet as a church mouse, almost reacted, but she caught herself. 

Elijah was a little skeptical. In a couple seconds, he’d already thought up a few reasons why he should decline. For one, he already had plans for the night. He’d also never accepted any invite to anything from any of his employees. But he knew he couldn't pass this up. “Ok… I will. Thank you.”

“No worries. Hopefully you can handle spice.”

“I handle it just fine.”

“Alright.”

Annie would bet her bonus that she’d caught the faintest grin on his face on his way out. She smiled to herself. As soon as he was out of earshot, Pearline turned to her with a very apparent frown.

“Why did you invite him? He’s the reason I need to decompress in the first place. Did you forget he just yelled at us because his sales are slightly lower?”

Annie laughed. “He did not yell.”

“He might as well have.” She looked back to make sure the coast was still clear. “He’s mean as a rattlesnake.”

“He’s stern, but he’s not mean. To be fair, this is a pretty substantial business he’s running here. That must come with some stress.” 

“Mhm.” Annie laughed again as Pearline’s eyes rolled. “Have you ever seen him smile? You were just smiling at him and he didn't even give you one back. Not even after your invitation.”

“Fair, but he was still doing a kind gesture. He’s always helpful if someone’s having trouble. Our pay is amazing. And it’s pretty lax here, too. No one hangs over your shoulder, micromanaging you to death.”

Pearline had to agree, but she hated every second of it, hanging her head with an exaggerated sigh.

“Trust me, girl, I've had some awful bosses. He’s a man of few words and, no, he never smiles,” a little giggle slipped through, “but I think he cares.”

“Ugh… I guess you’re right. You always talk me off the ledge.”

“At this point, I’m about to board up the damn window.”

“Oop!”

A laugh buzzed past Pearline’s lips, and she threw her hand over her mouth way too late. It was so quiet in the building, which only made it funnier. In a pitiful attempt to hold it together, Annie put her head down on her desk as they silently died in tandem. She looked up just in time to see a tear fall onto Pearline’s cheek and she lost it. She sprang up and spun her chair around, slapping her hand against her knee. It was getting harder and harder for her to stay halfway civil. Pearline had to go. 

“Get out.”

“My break is over anyway. Bye.”

“And close my door.”

She disappeared and Annie was wiping her eyes when she caught a notification on her phone just as her screen was going dark. She got the rest of her giggles out and went to check it, but decided to finish the last few bites of her lunch first, thinking it would be her mom. 

It was her beau. 

Wear your hair up darling. And I wanna see that ass in a skirt. Show off all that pretty shit for me

She smiled down at her phone. Before she could stop herself, she was biting her lip. 

i can do that

You know what ima do?

i got an idea but tell me anyway

She sat with bated breath, knowing he was about to mess her up. She could feel her body warming already.

Ima fuck you so good mama. I gotta let you feel how much I miss you

Just like that, her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

i miss you too baby

I want that pussy so bad I can already feel you gripping me. I can hear those sweet sounds you make when I’m sucking on your clit

Yearning dropped into the pit of her stomach and she squeezed her thighs together, trying her best to quell it. Of course that wasn’t enough. She looked up to make sure no one could see her falling apart. Damn those walls for being made of glass.

Smoke you know i’m at work. got me throbbing under this desk ife mi (my love)

Don't worry ima see bout that tonight

She put her head back on her chair and closed her eyes, sighing frustratedly. He had her so wet. And she still had half a shift left to work. She was also due back on the clock soon. 

fuck my break is almost over, but wait until i get my hands on you 

I’m ready

good. i got a little request for you too

Yeah? 

leave your suit on. i wanna undress you myself. then i’m swallowing. every. inch!

Mmmm I look forward to it

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Being A Modern Reader In Valinor and Finrod Falling For You

A/N: New and fresh content for the other golden puppy. It’s a shame that I barely give him solo content 😫. Enjoy!!

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➳❥ When you first met Finrod elbow-deep in herbs and bandages, fumbling with a jar lid that wouldn’t open no matter how hard you tried, he had wordlessly stepped in and popped it open like it was nothing. Giving you a curious smile as you muttered, “Thanks, Hercules.”

➳❥ And that was pretty much how you caught his attention. He didn’t ask what you meant, but you noticed the gleam in his eyes as he tucked the name away like a precious gem. It wasn’t long before he started calling himself Hercules when no one else was around. Only to smirk even more when you had finally explain further.

➳❥ You has ended up as Elrond’s assistant, ever since you randomly dropped into Valinor, for a while by then—though the term ‘assistant’ was generous. You had some knowledge of modern medicine, and while elves didn’t get sick the same way mortals did, wounds still happened, illnesses sometimes lingered, and your way of thinking brought a fresh angle to his work.

➳❥ “So we’re just going to slap crushed leaves on it and let the hibbie-jibbie magic to the rest?” you’d asked once, squinting at an ointment Elrond had made. He gave you a tired dad look and said, “Yes. Everything you said.” You’d snorted and muttered something about old-fashioned remedies, but the results were hard to argue with.

➳❥ Finrod had the tendency to overhear your sarcastic comments in passing, causing him to laugh. “You say the strangest things. Do you mock everything, or only things you care about?”

➳❥ You told him you mocked everything, including death, especially death, and that had gotten a spark of recognition in his gaze that startled you both. He’d fought in Beleriand, and there was a weariness buried deep in his spirit that still responded to depths of his humour.

➳❥ Eventually, he took that as an excuse to start visiting more often, claiming he needed herbs from Elrond or to ask Celebrian’s opinion on something trivial. Every time you’d glance at him, he’d be watching you like he was trying to puzzle out a language only you spoke.

➳❥ “Your eyes do not look at us as though we are legends,” he remarked one afternoon, leaning on the doorframe while you argued with Elrond over whether boiling instruments was more effective than bathing them in alcohol. “It is oddly refreshing.”

➳❥ He asked you once, “Why do you not use the proper forms of speech? You speak as though the words fight each other.” You raised an eyebrow and told him, “Because life’s too short to sound like a Shakespearean actor at every turn, mate.”

➳❥ When you started calling him mate, he would repeat it back to you with cautious confusion, leading to you spending the next ten minutes explaining that no, it didn’t mean you were flirting with him. Probably.

➳❥ After that, he made it a point to use modern slang in ways that made no sense at all. “I am simply vibing,” he said once, seated elegantly on the edge of the healing house roof. “Do not disturb my vibe.” Just hearing modern slang rolling of his tongue sounded to foreign. He was still too posh for it—but it was great laughter for your soul.

➳❥ It was even funnier when it came to using idioms. “Breaking a leg out there! Knock ‘em dead! Slay!”You had his brows reaching his forehead because “Why would you say such negative words when meant to encourage?”You needed to sit him down to explain that it was an idiom and not to be taken literally. So now you had him telling others the same phrases.

➳❥ You once made an offhand comment about being a ‘gremlin with a medical licence,’ and he asked if it was some form of a mortal healer’s rank. You refused to clarify. And so, he called you Gremlin of the Healing Hall with a suspiciously affectionate tilt to his voice. “Good day, Great Gremlin of the Healing Hall.”

➳❥ When it came to him being into you, you didn’t realise—mostly because he was an elf prince who’d died fighting a werewolf and you were someone who just happened to be spat out from the sky on a random day. The math didn’t math.

➳❥ But then there were the small things. Like how he brought you plants from other gardens ‘for study’ but then beamed when you placed them near your workbench. Or how he remembered that you hated the feeling of linen bandages and found you cotton ones. How he leaned in when you were talking, like he was memorising your tone.

➳❥ “You are…unrefined,” he said once, and you laughed. “Come again?” He shook his head. “No—I like it. You cut the shape of the world differently than we do. It is…sharper. Clearer.”

➳❥ You have caught him once attempting to write a list of your modern idioms in Quenya. You watched him struggle to translate “barking up the wrong tree” with such solemn intensity you didn’t have the heart to stop him.

➳❥ Elrond knew, of course. He raised an eyebrow every time Finrod showed up with another “urgent question” about Celebrian’s tea preferences. “He likes you,” Which only made you shrug. “Yeah, well, he’s got odd taste, and I feel sorry for what he’s got to put up with.”

➳❥ You and Finrod do, from time to time, end up in a heated discussions about ethics in medicine—something about whether you could replicate vaccines in Aman or if that was even necessary—and it ended with him looking at you like you’d hung the stars.

➳❥ “You are not like Bëor’s people,” he said quietly, after. “There was wonder in them, yes, but you carry knowledge. Woven like a weapon into your humour.”

➳❥ Once you fixed his dislocated shoulder after a sparring match and he had the audacity to flirt while grimacing. “Your bedside manner is very commanding,” he sweetly seduced, through gritted teeth. “I feel scolded into recovery.”

➳❥ You slapped his arm and told him, “You’re not dying, stop being dramatic.” His grin was bright enough to put the sun out.

➳❥ One evening, you were exhausted and cranky and snapped at him when he asked a completely innocent question about the use of antiseptic. You regretted it instantly, but he only gave you a slight nod, and later brought you a cup of some herbal tea you’d once offhandedly mentioned helped you sleep.

➳❥ “I do not mind the rough edges,” he said, when you muttered an apology. “They make the bright parts brighter.”

➳❥ You gave him a nickname once—called him ‘Goldilocks’ and he froze like you’d kissed him. The next time you said it, he smiled so slowly it made your heart hiccup.

➳❥ There was a moment, once, when you were both sitting side by side after treating a minor injury someone brought in—a child with scraped knees, nothing serious—and he looked over at you, quiet and thoughtful, and said, “I wish I had met you then. Before the world broke.”

➳❥ He showed you music from his past, old songs sung in languages older than time, and you continued to teach him more idioms and slang for him to translate. Even talking about your world’s inventions and discoveries.

➳❥ He once asked if there was a special or different way your people show affection for someone they liked, or how they confessed and showed their interest. Very smooth and subtle. You obviously caught on and even gave him advice which only made him shine brighter with a plan in mind.

➳❥ “I’d have just called you Sparkles and made fun of your hair,” you replied, not looking at him.

➳❥ You caught him watching you during a feast, romanticised, but like he was trying to understand how you existed in this world and fit nowhere and yet thrived regardless. Like you were a marvel in a very small, very messy package.

➳❥ “You are not of this place,” he told you once. “And yet I find myself wondering if perhaps this place is better for having you in it.”

➳❥ You told him he was being weirdly poetic and needed to tone it down before you started writing terrible sonnets. And of course, he turned it around to offer help.

➳❥ You never made it a big declaration, but there was one time he reached out and squeezed your hand under the table during a feast, and you didn’t flinch or joke or pull away. That, for both of you, said enough.

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party 4 u

percy jackson [ percy jackson x reader ]

type: angst, bits of fluff

tropes: mutual pining, yearning even; they’re both so oblivious ugh

warnings: mentions of alcohol

in which reader wants to confess her feelings to percy after having been in love for years and throws a party, only for him to arrive three hours late, holding annabeth’s hand.. (inspired by party 4 u by charli xcx) — part 2

a/n.: female cabin 10 reader, pretty sure i used she/her pronouns at some point. very interested in doing a part 2, if you’d like me to😽

w.c.: 2.760

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you're running around your families new york city appartment, stressed out of your mind.

today was the night of the party you'd been planning for weeks now. your friends from the dionysus cabin were in charge of the drinks, you had convinced some of the apollo kids to take care of the music (though it didn't take much convincing) and two of your aphrodite sisters had helped you with the invites weeks prior, ensuring that no one would decline the offer. you had even gone as far as subtly 'inspiring' your father and stepmother to go on a vacation weeks in advance. everything was taken care of.

you had texted a bunch of friends from school in new york and told them to bring friends of their own, as well as inviting every camper above the age of 15. the only person you really cared about though, was percy jackson. he was the only reason you wanted to throw this party in the first place.

ever since he had come to camp five years ago, you’ve had a huge crush on him. at first, you were sure the feelings would just go away at some point, especially cause you were only 12 and also a daughter of aphrodite. you got small crushes all the time and people had crushes on you all the time, it was basically a normal part of your life. and even though you did develop other crushes throughout the years, dating a few people here and there; it was always the same thing when you came back to camp. everytime you saw percy, your heart would skip a few beats.

you weren't supposed to feel like this, you were supposed to make people feel like this.

well, it's not exactly like your mother would agree with that statement. she actually asked you about percy every single time you talked to her (which really didn't happen a lot honestly) and every single time you tried to shut her up, she'd just smirk and sigh before eventually changing the topic. 

it's not like there weren't people out there who weren't as crazy about you as you were about percy, but none of them, not even your favourite ex-girlfriend, made you lose your mind as much as he did.

"y/n, you seriously gotta chill", you whip around, a hand already finding its way to your chest to shield your beating heart and find yourself looking at lilah, your best friend. she looks almost irritated as she scans your appearance for a moment before sighing and putting an arm around your shoulder protectively. 

"what, i am chill. so chill, actually."

she doesn't even make an effort to respond and pulls you away from the living room until you two end up in the hallway by the frontdoor. she considers stopping for a moment, but decides to go a little further and sits down on the stairs leading upstairs, pulling you down with her.

you sit there in silence for a minute, fiddling with your fingers. your breathing uneven and your heart is beating so hard, you're scared lilah could hear it over the loud music coming from the other room. 

"y/n, seriously..", lilah's tone softens as she moves her hand to stop yours from fiddling nervously. youd'd be embarassed right now, if it weren't for the fact that lilah had seen you in way more desperate states.

yeah, your desperation was extremely embarassing, but it was nothing compared to the way you'd act everytime percy came back from a quest. he'd look all sweaty and dirty to her, but to you, every quest he went on made him seem taller, more muscular, more handsome... and so on. you weren't sure if this was due to your ability to romanticize anything and everything or if there was some of your mother's magic involved... you wouldn't put it past her.

"this is the worst you've ever been, i can't even lie to you." oh. yeah, so nevermind then. "i know you're only throwing this party for him, but don't let him ruin your night. you invited him, he said he would come. he's either late or not coming, but either way you gotta stop being such a nervous wreck!"

you’d usually appreciate her honesty, but right now you wished silena was here instead. no one got through to you as well as your favourite half-sister, especially when you were inspiralling into your feelings for percy. "he said he'd come, lilah. i thought maybe... maybe i'd tell him tonight, y'know?"

she sighs. "i get it. seriously, don't underestimate my emotional involvement, i've been with you for 3 years of this 5 year hell, alright? and i think it's great you're gonna tell him tonight, but--", she stops talking at the way your eyes twitch at her words. "exactly! y/n you always say you're gonna tell him and then you chicken out!"

you drop your face into your hands and let out a desperate huff of air. wincing, you say: "i know, i know! but i really was going to today. i swear it! he seemed so excited when i invited him."

contrary to all your other guests, you had only invited percy about three weeks ago; once you were sure everything else would work out as planned. you had been almost as nervous as right now when you paced up and down your cabin, getting on your siblings nerves. it was cabin 3's turn to clean out the stables, you had made sure of that by checking the schedule give or take 200 times, and you were going to invite percy today. for sure. probably. 

it's not even that you had never talked to him before, you actually kind of had been friends for about two years now, but because of your intense crush on him, you usually avoided being alone with him. it's not like you were going to attack and kiss him either (at least you were fairly sure you wouldn't do that), so you weren't really sure why you were making it so hard on yourself. and anytime you do have  a conversation with him, it ends up being really nice.

percy was really funny, had some really good stories to tell and always listened when you actually build up the courage to tell some of your own stories. it was especially nice when you could share your new york experiences with one another.

"that cafe sounds really good, we should totally go there some time." percy had smiled at you after you told him about your go-to spot downtown and it was not like he had asked you out on a date or anything, but his suggestion completely wrecked any confidence you had built up until that point. you just gave him a shy nod, before turning your attention back to the campfire you were seated around. 

this way you couldn't see the way percy's eyes lingered on your face.

gods, the bonfire made you look even more beautiful.

after one of your brothers had had enough of your mumbling and nervous pacing and basically threw you out of your own cabin, you were on your way to the stables. you walked fast, wanting to get there before the doubts would stop you. when you arrived, you basically stormed in, startling percy, who was talking to one of the horses.

his eyes lit up immediately when he saw you standing there, but he'd have reacted that way for everyone who gave him a break from cleaning, at leats that's what you told yourself. 

"hey n/n, what are you doing here?" butterflies errupted in your stomach at the nickname that no one else really used. 

"hi perce. uhm i- well i wanted to ask you something", percy ignored the funny feeling in his stomach and closed some of the distance between you.

you tried to ignore how nervous that made you and sent  a shy smile his way. it helped a little when he smiled at you even harder, reassuring you a tiny bit before making everything even worse. why did he have to be so fine?

"i'm throwing this party in three weeks", he didn't say anyting yet, instead keeping his sea-green eyes on yours, waiting for you to continue. your nerves couldn't stand staring into his pretty eyes, so as you were looking down, keeping yours on the hay on the floor, you missed the way something in his face twitched at the mention of the party.

finally, he thought.

percy had heard of the party, well how couldn't he have? you had invited basically everyone, except for him. he had spent almost everyday pestering annabeth with questions about why you wouldn't want him at your party, as if she'd know and everyday she got more irritated with him. 

annabeth couldn't believe how oblivious her bestfriend was. obviously you had a crush on him, everyone knew that. well, except for percy and it also wasn't like anyone ever talked about it. but still, everyone was confident that everyone had noticed the longing stares you let linger on each other.

"and— uhm i wanted to ask you.. if you maybe want to come? it's in new york so—"

"of course i'm coming, i'd love to come!" percy had answered so quickly and with such enthusiasm that it made all your anxiety disappear for a moment. your nervous smile turned into a big grin and percy couldn't help but grin back in return, relieved that you seemingly hadn't noticed the way his face heated up in embarassment at the way he was making a fool of himself.

get it together, he thought.

you agreed to stop by his table at dinner later to give him a little note with all the information he'd need and when you were done talking about the party, you stayed. percy had continued cleaning out the stables. you would’ve helped, but he had insisted that you sit down and just talk to him instead. normally, this would’ve killed your nerves, but you didn’t even think twice about agreeing to spend more one on one time with him.

and if that entire interaction hadn't been as positive as it was, you wouldn't be as hurt as you were now when percy was over 2 hours later than your little pink note had said. 

"maybe he was just being friendly." you mumble and look at lilah, who is already rolling her eyes and throwing her head back. "deadass right now, i am 100% he likes you, y/n. he's always looking at you like a fool in love, basically same way you look at him honestly."

you don't believe a single word coming out of her mouth, although it is kind of insane to hear her say something that's not full on rude about percy. she always denies having anything against percy and claims her slightly negative attitude is just a natural consequence of witnessing him letting you (beautiful, perfect woman) pine after him (demigod of liquids and not the fun kind).

totally her words, not yours.

although you're pretty sure she is as fond of percy jackson as her father is of peter johnson...

lilah's words do finally start to sink in though. well, not the part about percy having a crush on you too, but basically everything else. there's no reason you, a child of aphrodite, should have to be pouting all by yourself, waiting for a guy to like you back when you could be having fun at your own party instead. in theory. you should forget about percy, at least for one night. 

"let's party!" you stand up, doubt visible on your face before you mask it with a big fake grin. lilah looks at you uncertain whether to entertain this new attitude of yours. "lilah, c'mon! there's no reason i should be sober at my own party, i put you in charge of drinks for a reason." 

you wink at her before slowly walking off towards the living room, giving her no other choice than to follow you into the  crowd. although still a little unsure at first, lilah doesn't stop you from taking your mind off percy in whatever way you deem effective. 

she mixes you both some mean cocktails and then some more when you finish them almost immediately. it takes you no more than 30 minutes until you're finally dancing and having fun with your best friend, just like you were supposed to. 

it's hard to pay attention to the room due to the amount of alcohol you've already drunk in such a short amount of time and even though it definitely helped you take your mind off things, you still can't help but look for percy everytime one song fades into the next. 

another hour passes, still no sign of percy, but at this point you're too drunk to care. you're having fun with your friends, dancing with whoever's closest to you at the moment. lilah left a few songs ago to go dance with one of your friends from school, you could sometimes make out their shape on the other end of the room and you were pretty sure you saw one of her hands burried in the other girls dark curls earlier. go lilah!

from the corner of your eye, you can barely see the front door open at the end of the hallway. when you turn your head, focussing hard to make the room stop moving, you see a blonde girl pull a dark haired boy into the room by his hand. they're laughing and then you recognize the two people entering your home. 

percy is finally here. and he's holding annabeth's hand. 

your heart drops. way worse than it ever has before. your body comes to a full stop as you can't help but watch the pair. she turns around to whisper something in his ear, he laughs and responds a moment later so that he's kind of leaning into her from behind, their hands still intertwined. he looks so handsome, but the sight of him taking annabeths jacket off her ruins everything for you. 

of course they're dating, you should have known. 

you're so in trance that you don't notice annabeth pointing you out to percy, who immediately lets go of her hand to come over to you. he even thanks annabeth innocently for forcing him into the apartment, after he had spent 15 minutes debating whether he really had the courage to enter, especially when he had told himself tonight would be the night he'd confess his feelings to you.

she just waves him off, glad to actually have made it here after having spent an entire two hours at his place helping him with his outfit and hair. she had felt like a camper in cabin 10, only for him to go with blue jeans and a black shirt. 

when you finally snap out of it, realizing that percy is pushing through your other guests in order to get to you, you immediately start looking for a way out. you can feel your eyes sting, there goes any hope. there's no way you can stand stupid host-guest smalltalk with percy right now. you're pretty confident that you'd burst into tears the second he'd thank you for the invite. 

so you run. 

you try your hardest to escape the dancing crowd, or rather percy, and don't look back. but he catches up quickly, his size making it easier for him to get through to you, than for you to get away from him. knowing you can't hear him over the music, he quickly grabs your wrist before you can get any further away. 

you jump at the contact, turning around and pulling your arm from his grip. he smiles, until he notices your teary eyes despite the lack of good lighting. 

"wha—" you can barely make out what he's saying, but you shake your head anyways. the sight of him makes it so much harder to suppress your tears, knowing you're looking at the one thing you want but will never have, apparently. percy lets you push past him and watches you leave through the remnants of the path he just created to get to you. 

he doesn't move and stands there confused until you're out of sight. people all around him are dancing to the music, but he feels isolated as he's still looking the way you just left. neither the music, the strobe lights, nor the people bumbing into him pull him out of his trance, until whatever just happened finally kind of clicks and he follows you, pushing people out of his way, determined to get to you.

[bonsiii-art]

Okay so this has some last of us thing as the plot is about "What if Longan lost their power the same as pitaya dragon and met Anon?"

They could be in disguise - i believe i saw an account made Longan in disguise but forgot who - and just has to BEAR with Anon's jokes!

"Are you a vegetable? Because you're a CUTE-cumber!... Get it?"

"Wanna hear a joke about pizza? Never mind it was too cheesy"

Like Longan have to bear with each and EVERY joke anon is dropping wither it's flirting or bad or a joke they don't even understand. (They don't know much about cookie world your honor they're somehow still a baby).

But with time Longan start, in their own way showing interest - or just trying to find a way to make hearing the 'jokes' more bearable - to the lines and anon themselves.

"Baker trade bread recipes on knead-to-know basis-"

"I get it" longan answers coldly as they walk besides them.

They answer to anon and even asks showing progress in their unknown bond

"A backward poet writes 'In verse'-"

"You don't sound like you get it"

"...sadly i don't 😭"

And after time spending together, Longan start to find some positive - hardly can be called "joy" if it's not offing cookies - things based on hearing the jokes/puns.

"I used to be addicted to soap, but am clean now"

"... Not bad"

Ending:

I thought as a bad end if anon helped longan regain their power back and passed away helping, Longan would keep their joke book with them and read it from time to time. If the book got rugged from age they'll either memorize it or write it in a scroll to keep it for the future generations. (Extra points if Longan was reading some jokes/puns on Anon's grave).

Extra scene:

Remember in my previous ask i said i was listening to "flare" right? The very few seconds it start with us hearing "If you're a vegetable you'd be a CUTE-cumber". I thought: what if anon was offed by an enemy and Longan had this sentence played in their mind over and over since it's anon's favorite line to drop on them.

And as the song builds up, we see Longan just glaring at the enemy who took Anon's life prepare to make them vanish!

I LOVE THIS like I'm imagining this as if it happens after Longan gets eventually defeated at the end of the dragon story. So anon finds someone injured near their home, gets them fixed up and takes care of them till they get better. In the meantime, Longan's gotta make do with no sorcery and no future sight. Just standoffish and awkward >:P

Them getting used to Anon's puns are so cuuute!! (o′┏▽┓｀o) Longan going from completely ignoring them to actually giving a response because now they're actually listening to their cookie companion! I imagine Anon trying to make jokes about dragons doesn't land with Longan (Disrespect by a cookie about their kin, no matter how lighthearted is especially offending to them) so they avoid those. But- " Y'know, something I heard about the Ivory Dragon..." " ! " " Many people got turned into statues by them but the ones who met the dragon and survived say that they were really... ...stone-faced." ".........." " ...Yeah, sorry, that was dark." Longan in their head is just like " That was pretty good."

That ending is so good, I love me that angst. It hurts so good. 〜(￣▽￣〜) I wanna add to that by saying that what if Anon during their time with Longan, made it their personal goal to try and make the dragon laugh? But they died before they ever could. So when Longan is copying the puns into a scroll, they get that sudden moment of realization that here they are, trying to preserve a cookie's legacy, writing down their bad jokes into draconic paper. And they laugh harder than they ever had before ~~like that one pedro pascal gif.~~ It's so laughable and it's so bitter, it hurts their heart.

Also listened to that song and YEEEA I get what you're putting down!! The scenario is perfect with that build up! Also, the tune is pretty good, I like it! :P

[alaskan-wallflower]

Wouls you do some Stevepop angst pretty please :)

sure, why not?

They don’t really like to be affectionate or anything in public. You gotta remember this was 1960s bible belt Tulsa Oklahoma where there who are already looked down upon by society. They don’t want to add being a same sex couple to the list of reasons people scorn at them

Steve deals with intense mood swings. Like one second he’s fine and the next he gets so lost in his own mind thinking about everything that he just gets so angry for no real reason and just snaps at Soda a bit without much warning

Soda’s kinda the same way—if something bothers Soda, he tends to bury it down until he can’t anymore. So Steve does one thing “annoying” (I can’t really think of anything…I dunno, maybe he’s being a bit standoffish for no reason) and Soda just goes off on him. That was one of the things with Sandy that she had an issue with. Months of anger being released at you in one sitting isn’t really ideal

When they fight, they fight like lions. Steve’s more of the instigator, he gets very very testy and when he starts yelling, he can’t stop. Soda usually just cries, not because he can’t handle it, but because he hates seeing Steve angry, especially at him, and some of the things Steve says when he’s angry are just horrible

Soda starts yelling back and it’s over from there—Steve just goes off on him and it usually ends when one of them either walks away or says something so horrible to the other that that person has to walk away

Usually their arguments are followed by one of them giving the other the silent treatment and the other begging to be heard out and “I didn’t mean it!”. It can go on for days at a time, but when they talk it out they’re usually alright afterwards

Steve has really bad nightmares a lot of the time, either about his mom getting arrested or his dad, or something happening to Soda…they’re always so graphic that he’s out of it for at least ten minutes when he wakes up. It freaks Soda out sometimes to see his normally cool and collected boyfriend shaking him awake with wild eyes asking him if he’s alive. It’s jarring

Not many but i can’t think of too much angst atm, sorry-

[sonic-takeover]

Happy pride!!! 🌈

Let's hear some of y'all's coming out stories!!

He-Heyyy, happy pride!! This is my first one actually. But uh... You guys already know my story, eheheh~

It was because of me.

Yep~ Shads is the one who made me realize I'm not just into the ladies. In case there's anyone new here who doesn't know, though, I'm bi!

I'm gay. I have never been attracted to women, so I knew pretty early. As a child, I liked Elvis very much. It wasn't until I became familiar with the current time, however, that I had a word for it.

Elvis?? Oh my chaos~

Yes. Shut up.

Hey, happy pride!! Oh my gosh, I can't believe it's already here! So I'm bi, and I found out when I was a kid, maybe around 12? I had this friend growing up who I had a really big crush on, and she was a girl. But it wasn't until I met Sonic that I realized my feelings for her felt the same as my feelings for him. It took me some time to understand and accept myself, but now I'm out and proud, hehe!

I have not considered these things. But I am in support of Amy and her friends. From my understanding, that makes me an ally.

Mhm~! My favorite ally in the world~ *She kisses his cheek*

I have had what I thought were brief crushes on men before, but I have since discovered that feeling to be admiration, not attraction. I am solely attracted to women. As for my story... I did not seek romance for most of my life. I was too busy. I did, however have a lady's maid I would sneak off with to kiss. I did not understand at the time what that meant. When I met Silver, I believed myself to have feelings for him at first, but when I compared that to how I felt for her and for Amy, I understood the difference. Silver is merely an admirable teammate and good friend. It also takes me some time to realize my feelings, so perhaps... Demiromantic lesbian?

Omnisexual~ For me, attraction is attraction, regardless of gender. I do prefer women, though~ Men are more fun to flirt with, but women have my heart, hehe~ Especially one woman~

Aww, haha! I'm a lesbian. I've known since I was a kid. It's just always been girls for me. But I've never found a girl I liked as much as Rouge here~

*Rouge giggles and kisses her cheek* My story, dear, is a fun one. I discovered my skills in flirtation when I was starting off being a thief, and eventually realized I found every kind of subject cute, no matter what their gender was. I thought I was pan for a very long time, but eventually I realized I preferred women. It was when I dated Topaz that I accepted it.

I'm pan!!! I'm into all sorts of people, and it all feels basically the same as far as attraction! I found out when I moved into the bigass house and started thinking about love! Now I know myself and have a bunch of flags all over my room, hehe~!

Oh, uh.. I don't really know! I just kinda like who I like, I guess. Back in my old timeline, we didn't use labels like this, so it feels really foreign to me. It wasn't something people cared about, I guess? They just accepted it. But I do know I like Espio! That's all I need :)

I am homosexual. I found out by accident when I was a teenager. I was dared by someone I knew to kiss a boy as a prank, but I found I enjoyed it. A few crises later, I realized I had only ever had real crushes on guys. I'm still very private about my sexuality, but I do not believe I hide it well. I have sometimes met people who somehow automatically knew. Perhaps I give off a "vibe," as Silver would call it.

I do not see the purpose of this. My life is that of a warrior. I am the guardian of the Master Emerald, I do not seek distractions such as these! I have never felt these feelings as my companions describe. Amy has told me that means I am the "aro of ace."

((Hi! I realized Shadow was a kid before Prince was a thing, so I changed his childhood crush to Elvis. Happy Pride!! -Mod))

[alacranite]

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[serpentface]

Don't get too attached

[maliciousalice]

She loves her gach.

[lyinginbedmon]

More wrinkles to this comedic tale, because I love a good juicy roleplay opportunity.

As described above, dwarves in this setting don't reproduce sexually. They do have sex, but it's not how baby dwarves are made. Every dwarf is functionally sterile, but brothels and orgies and all the like certainly still exist within dwarven society. Consequently, Dahren likely knows about venereal diseases and such, but we already know he's not well-versed in sexual reproduction and how it all works because it's simply not something a dwarf really needs to know.

But of course, Dahren isn't (at least physically) a dwarf anymore. He's a copper dragonborn.

What's more, he's a male copper dragonborn, fully functional and quite impressive at that. The DM literally had me roll for his size and I narrowly missed the Maximum roll. He's naturally pretty pleased about that.

And whilst Charisma isn't his highest stat, it is still fairly high at 17. Literally from day 0 as a dragonborn, other characters have been swooning over him. Catcalls in the street as he rushed, shirtless, to catch up to the rest of the party right after the transformation, shop vendors almost twice his age batting their eyes at him, so on and so forth. The first time he actually tried to seduce someone, he even rolled a nat 20.

Having been obsessively hiding his birth sex for decades, whether that was realistically necessary or not (it's likely the wider world is much more accepting of trans people than he expected), he canonically has been a virgin until a few days after becoming a dragonborn. Celebrating figuring out how to use his breath weapon and especially how to fly, riding a considerable confidence high of gender euphoria the likes of which he's never experienced, he visited a brothel and spent the evening with a dwarven woman.

This was in line with his established preference for dwarf girls, which might help him out in the long run, but he also has had relations with other partners. Namely, a human cis woman and another dragonborn trans man (who transitioned surgically, something he had no notion was even a thing).

That encounter was something of a revelatory moment for Dahren, in several ways (see the previous post), but perhaps not in the way most funny for this tale.

Dahren does not know how people get pregnant. He only cohesively knows how dwarves are made, and that other races do it differently.

But as a fully-functional dragonborn man, Dahren can get other people pregnant. Most humanoid races, even.

I'm somewhat reliably informed by the DM that thus far he hasn't managed to sire any surprise offspring, but presumably it's only a matter of time and opportunity. Particularly since this D&D group is very queer and very sex-positive, though barring a Surprisingly extensive description from the DM of what Dahren's dick looks like, no actual intimacy of that nature has occurred on-camera. Everyone's got their consent forms filled out, but this is the same party as the slutty half-orc paladin after all, so people have canonically gotten laid.

His mood is also a bit off-kilter since his transformation, being that he's got a lot of new confidence, as well as some new draconic instincts and an unfamiliar hormonal cocktail that wouldn't be out of place for a teenage boy. It's tempering over time but right now he's still getting used to it all at once.

As stated before, Dahren's entire quest to become a dragon is tied up in his desire to be unequivocally and irrefutably masculine, and being a father is absolutely under that umbrella. All philosophies of masculinity aside, it's kinda hard to suggest that someone might not be a man when his kids are noisily playing tag in the next room, and they all have his scales.

This is D&D, we know what they say about bards.

The theoretical endgame I have for him is to see him return home as a triumphant and massive copper dragon, becoming a significant figure in his hometown, and probably eventually having a gaggle of dragonborn kids roaming the streets.

But naturally I'd always presumed that would happen in the endgame, in his epilogue, rather than something he'd get started on completely accidentally during his adventure.

And owing to his educational and perceptive blindspots, he probably didn't see that happening either. So it's a race against time to see if he'll get the birds & bees talk before we find out how he feels about being a dad before he's done with his quest.

Chat, let me tell you about something really funny happening in a D&D campaign I'm in right now.

So I've been playing a dwarf rogue named Dahren for like the past 2 years. He's been pretty transparently fascinated by dragons and looking for a way to permanently transmute one organism into another specific organism.

(Yes we can pretty much see where this is going, except totally not)

It's important to this gag that you also understand that, in this setting, dwarves aren't born. They're carved from stone by their relatives and then animated, essentially as a golem race. This naturally means they're significantly different culturally from the other humanoid races.

Cut to 2 weeks ago, where he finally pulls everything together to actually pull off a permanent transmutation, magically becomes a copper dragonborn, and it becomes obvious that in fact Dahren has been a trans man this entire time, because he explicitly describes that he is transformed into a dragonborn dude.

He's been hiding it extremely carefully for the past 49 sessions, always clearly getting a separate room at the tavern, never being unclothed infront of others, etc., but transitioning like this has been his entire objective all along.

He explains to the party paladin/barbarian in private in the next session that he specifically wants to ultimately be a male true dragon because in this setting permanently turning someone into something else is more or less equally difficult (so he might as well aim high) and no-one is going to argue gender with a dragon. A substantial deal of his self-confidence is heavily tied up in the objective of being unequivocally masculine, essentially to the effect that any rando looking at him would have to be a complete buffoon to say he's a woman.

About the party paladin/barbarian though. His name is Prod, he's a half-orc, and he's essentially the token party slut (he's a paladin of the god of theatre kids, for one). He is also a trans man, and in fact has visible top surgery scars that Dahren has seen on multiple occasions.

Dahren, however, quite probably doesn't actually know what "being trans" is. Or more or less anything to do with gender theory whatsoever.

As far as Dahren is aware, no-one else in his culture is anything like him, he is an outright glitch in his race's whole reproductive method, and he doesn't know much of anything about the other races. In fact, in explaining that he's trans to Prod mere hours after becoming a dragonborn, he first expressly asked how it works for half-orcs before explaining how it works for dwarves. He currently has a whopping natural 22 Intelligence, but that's mostly grown in the course of the campaign and a lot of it is specific to dragons and transmutation.

Dahren has been pushing forward on this entire epic magical gender transition quest on vibes alone.

What's even funnier about this is that, in addition to this glaring oversight in his laser-focused knowledge, Dahren only has a +1 on Perception and frequently rolls very, very poorly. He struggled to learn how to fly recently because he kept struggling to roll higher than 15 between his normal roll, inspiration dice, a Bless from Prod, and finally mercifully a non-RAW usage of Prod's Lucky feat.

Like it's actually a deliberate part of his character build that he can't roll below 10 on a lot of skills because otherwise he'd basically never succeed on them. He can't roll below 16 on Insight, but he actually rarely if ever uses it, and arguably Insight wouldn't identify a well-passing trans person as trans because they aren't actually actively hiding anything.

Meaning Dahren has likely never clocked another trans person in two years of gameplay across 49 sessions and quite probably also has no idea that he happened to come out as trans to the only other trans member of the party.

Catch up on the journey to this hilarious situation here and watch it progress live every two weeks here.

[mosspodge]

HEY MOSSY WHATS UR FAVORITE SONG im looking for new music :]

first of all, thank you for the huge compliment!!! you should also know you are saying this to someone who spent 15 minutes listening to the spider man game pizza theme in the car yesterday so. Yeah!!!

All that sillyness aside, I listen to way too much music (my usual playlist is +1,300 songs) of way too many different genres and i am happy to share them with anyone and everyone!! Gonna try and limit this to 10~ish songs for now, since otherwise I will end up with a list 100 songs long lol. Also I am a rare Apple Music user so I'll try and link all the songs to youtube so that they're easier to listen to!!! also bc Spotify confounds me lol OK there was WAY more text than i thought so MUSIC RECS UNDER THA CUT

MOSSY'S COOL MUSIC RECS

DRIVING MY LOVE - Anri GOSH her entire TIMELY!! album is amazing, but this is the song that's been sticking in my mind the most lately. Citypop is a very fun genre of music that came about in Japan in the 70's, and Anri had (to me) some of the most fun songs in the genre :>

New River and Soap - The Oh Hellos OH BOY OH BOY THE OH HELLOS!!! I LOVE this band!!!!! If you were on art social media a couple years ago you probably have heard Soldier, Poet, King, which is by and large their most popular song. New River is one of my go-to songs when I am going through it. Absolutely love the imagery of the song, allowing new and difficult experiences carve new landscape through yourself. Soap, it is important to note, is the culmination of their four-part EP series Four Winds, and is kind of the resolution to that whole series of songs. It's really interesting and worth looking into! I must note that this is a Christian band in case you find that uncomfortable, but I would still recommend checking them out even if you do- the Four Winds EPS focus specifically on their struggles with God amidst the uh. Bad US Political Climate and all that. Most of their music on the topic is pointed and metaphorical (see: Passerine) and so that knowledge isn't super necessary to enjoy the music, I just think it's neat :] And not every song necessarily touches on the subject- these two specifically don't! Also I GOT TICKETS TO SEE THEM THIS YEAR LETS GOOOOO sorry this section is so long i just really like this band

No More What Ifs - Persona 5 Royal, covered by the 8 Bit Big Band Ok back on track lol. This song is absolutely my favorite from the game, but MAN THIS COVER. The 8BBB is one of the best video game cover bands out there imo, and they COMPLETELY outdid themselves with this one. They actually added a few extra lyrics to the song to better round out the overarching theme of both it and the game and MAN. i will never listen to another version again. The album this will be a part of isn't out yet sadly, but I would 100% recommend checking out their other stuff!

Bones in the Ocean (2023 vers.) - Longest Johns There's a lot to be said about this one but it's best if you just listen to it tbh. I will say that this is a new recording of one of the band's first original shanties, and that it includes all former and current members. Would highly recommend all the other songs on this album too, aside from this song it's a very fun listen! But ourgh this song,,,, if i had time I'd make a dozen animatics for it

エビチャーハン! (You’re Telling Me A SHRIMP Fried This Rice?!) - JamieP best miku song no quastion

'Tis Autumn - Nat "King" Cole Trio There's only one song to kick off the fall season and it's absolutely this one! Also The Autumn Leaves, which Nat King actually sung in Japanese once which is cool. He was an incredible musician and all of his songs are great, but Tis Autumn is probably my favorite :>

Catch You Catch Me (Card Captor Sakura OP) - Gumi Do you want to get ready in the morning feeling like a magical girl? Boy howdy do I have a song for YOU! Seriously the amount of people I've shown this song to under that premise who have come to me the next day saying that it worked is a lot lol. Card Captor Sakura has been a big comfort show for me and MAN the music is *chefs kiss*, especially the OPs!!! Linked the full song, but I would also recommend watching the opening itself :D

#41 - Dave Matthews Band "wow you like dave matthews lol thats such dad music" ok listen. I have been listening to DMB since before I was born. Saying I'm biased is probably an understatement here. But his songs are very good and I like them ok. Anyways #41 is a really stupid name for a song but I love the band in it, the weird lyrics, just the overall jazziness of it. If you wanna listen to more Dave stuff I would highly recommend the stuff from his solo concerts with Tim Reynolds- its just 2 guys jamming out on guitars, it's great. Stuff like One Sweet World, Still Water, Grey Street (This one's a tough listen for me but I love it). For the fun full band stuff I love So Much to Say, Ants Marching, just the older albums in general

Stay I Pray You - Anastasia (The Musical) I am allowing myself ONE (1) musical song. My sister is a huge musical fan and an even bigger Russian History nerd and an even BIGGER Bolshevik Revolution nerd so I watched Anastasia with her a lot growing up. Eventually they made the musical and it's actually tied for my favorite (Phantom is pretty hard to beat)! I got to see it tour and MAN. all the music is amazing, but this to me is the standout song- largely because this song, despite not being in the movie, actually was kinda in the movie- there's this bit in In the Dark of the Night that they took and made into a completely different song which is a fun nod to the movie!!

Music to Soothe The Savage Snake Plant - Mort Garson Got overwhelmed by my options at this point so I'm defaulting to one of my favorites! I believe another song off this album got popular recently, but I will forever know this one from it being used in the final scene in The Adventure Zone, my first and favorite DnD podcast! Honestly I could recommend a dozen songs from the podcast, but this one in particular always sticks out to me. While I'm here you should also go listen to The Adventure Zone, it's a great podcast, especially their first story (Balance, just start at the bottom lol).

wow that. was a lot more than I meant to write lol. Special shoutout to Virtual Insanity, the bane of my existence and my personal hell. It was my #1 most listened to song last year coming to a total of *checks replay* 239 plays, over 50% of which occurred within the span of a week. another shoutout to The Housebuilding Song. i swear i listen to you once a year how are you always in my top 25

[glacierheart]

ohh he dont play about his rachel and neither do i <3

[lucys-reblogs]

I swear, every time I see that you’ve replied to me it’s like picking up a book you haven’t finished yet. Maybe you left off in the middle of a chapter, or maybe you’re about to start a new one? But, the feeling of excitement is still the same because you are eager to continue the story.

We can learn a lot from Miyazaki. I think what he says about most things is very important and interesting, even if one might not agree on everything. We should, of course, take everything someone says with a grain of salt, I think.

It’s a little funny because Bortnik’s physical appearance keeps changing a little at a time. Since showing you those sketches of him, I’ve experimented with his face shape in particular. To a point, I’m still trying to figure out my art style. However, the way that he dresses is relatively the same. I’ve decided to practice simply drawing the 40s style outfits (both male and female, including uniforms) from different countries as a sort of practice. It’s an era that fascinates me, other then the medieval era. I’ve always struggled with clothing, so this is a way for me to strengthen this weakness. Plus, it’s fun. Almost like dress up dolls (I used to love those when I was little!). Anyway, to me Bortnik has an air of almost melancholic daydreaming, like he wants to pursue a dream, but he isn’t sure how to go about it. Something that separates real people from many fictional characters, I think, is the fact that people are constantly changing, while most characters are not. I don’t just mean personal growth, I mean that most fictional characters we see have a main goal and they stick to this. They have resolute ideas, likes and dislikes. However, if we observe real people, we begin to understand that they change their interests pretty quickly sometimes. We change things about ourselves all the time, wether it’s because of something we learned or something that is unintentional, which we subconsciously start doing or stop doing. Creating characters that are simpler then real people is much easier. We give them goals which they must fulfill and traits that stay set in stone. It can take the life from them sometimes. Similarly, it can also backfire when over done. I don’t like characters that are always changing themselves in drastic ways. I’ve seen some of them and they are so chaotic that I don’t like them. There are rare exceptions when it’s supposed to be in their nature (for example, a sassy woman character who dyes her hair all the time and changes her outward appearance on a daily basis, but she wouldn’t be the main character.)

About a year back, Elena used to be an elf named Sasha and Bortnik was a young mage named Toris. (Actually, I think Toris could still be his own character, but he’s changed significantly.) Grozny used to be an actual Pegasus named Erbus, which was the name of a Greek god of darkness. Since then, I realized that Erbus became Grozny. I choose the name randomly one day when I was researching some Russian names. I found that Grozny is the name of some famous race horse as well. I liked that the name meant “Fearsome”, so I kept it.

I understand feeling like you don’t exactly have a right to give an opinion because you don’t think you are experienced enough in that field. And there is no need to be embarrassed about being misunderstood! I know now that if I am confused, I can just ask you for a bit of clarification. At first, I was hesitant to do so, but I am not so much anymore. Just remember that It’s hard for me to get offended by things, especially on the internet, because I know that there is a lot of room for accidental misinterpretation.

I think it’s good not to take yourself so seriously. I see lots of people go around with clouds over their heads and they get offended by little things. They forget to see the humour in some situations. Maybe it’s because I have a darker sense of humour? I consider myself a worker, and often times you will see people who work hard, in the outdoors especially, and they seem to be able to find humour in the darkest situations. It’s a coping mechanism I think, and most people don’t need a reason to do that because they don’t understand. When dark times come, what good does it do to be melancholic and serious about it everyday? Instead, I joke a lot and find the most serious things silly. It helps relieve the tension. Not only emotionally, but also physical pain to a point. You fractured or strained a limb? Joking about it helps! (Well, for me it does.). Something unfortunate happened with the weather or a piece of equipment broke? Being silly and saying something like, “well, maybe it’s karma.” And jokes like that do help a bit. I think people find workers like me to be hard to deal with because we don’t take ourselves seriously. Most of my family is like that, especially my father and grandfather. They would rather joke and poke fun then dwell on the unfortunate and be irritated. I think it’s a nice mindset to have, but it sometimes does me a disfavour when interacting with “normal” people haha! They are melancholic and they offend easily, so I need to keep myself in check. I have to remember not to joke about something with a certain person. But, that’s fine. It takes a lot of different people to make the world go round, after all.

I’ve been trying to study as much on Cossacks as possible. They interest me greatly. Unfortunately for now, I am working to finally take this written test so I can legally drive! I’m usually good with knowledge tests, but this is irritating to me because they trick you with the questions instead of simply asking you straight. Plus, I have to read a book with nine whole sections over and over again. But! I won’t allow myself to be license-less any longer! So, I must set aside what I want to do and pursue what needs to be done.

I hope you have a good trip. I think I’m molding everything into one reply, unfortunately. But I’m so tired that I don’t much care right now. <3

Me with the stupid scanner today.

Do you ever have that one character who lives inside your head and you imagine them reacting with you to everyday events like this? Just me? Ok, I’ll shut up now…