#Cant help it when my Girlfriends call me pretty and compliment my noises

[jaybird-1101]

Yknow, HRT is still a dire need for me, but I almost could take getting marked up by and/or marking up pretty women as a substitute.

[voidselfshipp]

Golden Leaves

Ok to rb

Choking mention(in self defense)

--jer...jer wake up babe come on--hellboy says softly moving his girlfriend.

Jerico groans grabbing his hand--five more minutes...

He sits besides her leaving the breakfast besides him,red picks jerico up and presses her against his chest,kissing her neck.

--Fine fine fine! Ya me levanto! --(fine fine fine ill get up!) She said grabbing the cup of tea.

He chuckles kissing her cheek--they are going to send you to catch nuada the royal assness of the elf empire huh?

Jeri almost chokes on her drink--royal assness?

--Yeah hes an asshole--he said--but nothing my brave hot girlfriend cant take

She rolls her eyes and nuzzled his neck.

Oh how she wished shed could stay like this a bit longer.

She had to go eventually, its still dark outside,the stench of the sewers clung to her clothes --not even clorox Will take this horrid smell off of this...

Hearing faint talking and the noise of someone moving she hides, there he was Prince nuada training with his spear.

She gasps softly, he was quite handsome.

"Reds gonna kill me" she thinks as her eyes scan him, in case of any threats...of course...

However the elf seem to notice her somehow-- you can come out now..

Nothing.

He walks towards her looking behind the pipe she was hiding behind.

Nothing again?

--hey!,looking for me?!-- Jers clawy hands wrap around his neck--now heres whats going to happend asshole you come with me back to the B.P.R.D and nobody gets hurt

--Youre an excelent fighter-- he said dropping his weapon putting his hands up-- and very pretty

That did catch her off guard but she shakes her head--compliments wont save you Pal,think of something better

Nuada is about to say something when they hear people coming towards them.

--There they are! Catch them!

Jerico looks at the elf-- you know these guys?!

She lets him go and he picks up his weapon--they have been after me for months, id advice you to run--he grabbed her hand running with her--lets go!

They ran through the sewers to a final exit out of a manhole, quickly running through the busy streets as the sun appears on the Sky.

They seem to loose them as they take a breather on a alleyway.

--carefull!--nuada cages jerico hiding her behind his body, slightly hovering over her.

Their noses touch as their lips are ghosting over the others.

the hunters walk right past them.

He backs off and sheathes his spear-- lets call it a truce-- he looks away hiding the slight blush on his pale skin.

--Yeah...I think we should...--jer walks outside seeing the hotel around them-- the golden leaf hotel?

Nuada is behind her, his chest meeting her back.

--would be a good cover...

Jeri sighed--i know the owner of hotel chain, lets go

As they enter the reception a woman walks towards them

--sorry but we are all booked.

Jerico sighs showing the Mark on her clavicle, an a with horns-- scarlett red,a hellhound howls,but family remains the same...

The woman nodds--follow me..

As they walk nuada puts a hand on her shoulder--what does that mean?

She shakes her head--ill tell ya later...

Its the last room at the top floor,they enter and its huge.

She falls on the couch and the elf prince just stands there-- what are you doing?

--resting?

--resting?, you should be securing the place!

--okay you royal assness-- she said sitting up-- I know this place is secure

He crossed his arms walking away towards one of the rooms , waving her off.

--Jamils gonna kill me

She grabbed the phone on the small table dialing her sisters number.

Nuada can help but listen to her conversation.

--hey Jamil, yeah its me, no no,im okay, just on the job you know,I met a very cute elf Prince-- nuada smiles looking away with his arms crossed--no no, I dont think hes into me anyway..., hey could you bring Us some food up here?, the one mom always made whenever we have family dinner,yeah that one!, hey and jamil...I miss you so much, yeah...I love you too sis, okay...ill see you later,bye

She hangs up, the elf stands there looking at her-- who were you talking to?

Jer stands up walking towards the bathroom-- my sister, shes owns this whole hotel, I asked her for some food, why?

--its just...that I have a sister too--he said--you said you miss her?

-- yeah I do,since I left home ive havent been able to see them, but anyway were you listening?!

He shrugged and Walked away.

Through gritted teeth she said--Asshole...

After informing the B.R.P.D she was alright she took a hot shower and Ate.

However she picked up a Plate Serving some food for the Prince who had locked himself in one of the rooms

She put the Plate and a drink at the entrance of his bedroom and knocked the door.

Nobody answered.

The elf sat there in silence--hey uh nuada? Heres your food--he doesnt answer-- look we are in truce and I shouldnt push it, but you have to eat, tomorrow we'll leave to the B.R.P.D or fight eachother whatever you want, ill sleep by the couch though if you need anything

He heard her walk away.

And after eating he sat there, trying to figure out these feelings in his chest.

Why did he save her?

Why did he tell her about his sister?

Why did he even cared for her.

Maybe because of the truce, yeah thats It, mutual help and all of that.

Or was it?

He sat there on the bed deep in thought for a good hour.

He let out a soft "oh" as he realized.

He had Fallen for her...and hard in less than a day.

He opened the door of his room and Walked towards the couch.

He chuckled picking her up--lets get you somewhere comfortable...shall we?--as he Walked back to his room he looked at her, so peacefully asleep--after all,the future elven queen should be spoiled

He thanked god she was still asleep because hed never say those things aloud.

He left her on the bed laying with his back against hers.

Nuada sighed with a smile-- good night,my queen

[quentinxdelancret]

Discord Text Thread || Quentin & Dorian

Discord thread featuring: Quentin and Dorian

When: September 23rd

Mentions: Khai

Description:Quentin texts Dorian after their studio session and they get to know one another a little better. Quentin asks Dorian out on a date.

Trigger Warning: Hardcore flirting.

Quentin. We should hang out again soon. It was a  lot of fun

DORIAN Yeah, I agree. I’d love to.

Quentin. Great! Because I would love to know more about you.

DORIAN Well, we could start now if you want.

Quentin. Absolutely!

DORIAN Ask me anything.

Quentin. Anything... let’s see. Do you like fizzle pop?

DORIAN Fizzle pop? Do you mean soda?

Quentin. Haha yeah. Sorry

DORIAN No worries lol. Just wanted to make sure we were talking about the same thing. Not really. I’ll only have soda every now and then. That leads me to my first question for you though. Where are you from?

Quentin. Fair enough. I probably drink it way more than I should. But, it’s really good with ice cream. I’m from Chamonix, France.. But, I moved to California was I was like seven I wanna say. I grew up in San Francisco and you?

DORIAN I’m more of a tea and juice drinker personally. Oh that’s dope! I’m from San Francisco too! I only moved to Kingsboro when I was 18.

Quentin. Oh shit! I can’t believe I’ve never run into you before. I used to spend a lot of time out at MEZZANINE’s and Bimbo’s. But back then I usually needed a fake to get in lmao. I love tea.. we should totally drink tea together sometime

DORIAN Well, I’m gonna guess that I’m older than you so lol. Yeah, we should.

Quentin. How old are you

DORIAN I just turned 29 in August.

Quentin. Ah, hot. I’m only older men. Wow yeah. Hahah what I meant to say was. I’m into them

DORIAN lmao that’s okay. I got the idea. How old are you?

Quentin. I’ll be 25 in December

DORIAN oh yeah, so you were only like 14 when I left Cali lol.

Quentin. hahaha this just keeps getting better. I feel like I totally would have stalked you

DORIAN You were entering high school when I graduated lol.

Quentin. Yeah, I was actually home schooled though. It was easier on my “parents” that way.  Did you have a band then?

DORIAN Oh, homeschool? That’s interesting. Nah, I didn’t start my band until after I moved to NY. We started it when I was like 21.

Quentin. Yeah, not as much fun as it sounds though, I promise lol. Oh, sweet! Definitely probably wouldn’t have stalked you then. But, would have loved to.

DORIAN Hahaha. Any more questions?

Quentin. yeah.. I have tons. Am I boring you yet?

DORIAN Not at all.

Quentin. Okay, I’m just gonna shoot out a few here. Have you always been into guys? Are you into me? Do you like Chinese food? Would you like to go out with me?

DORIAN I realized I liked guys when I was 13. Yes, I’m into you. I love Chinese food. Yes I’ll go out with you.

Quentin. I love how straight and to the point you are.

DORIAN I try to be. Because that’s how I prefer people to be with me.

Quentin. Fair enough. took me way to long to type that haha

DORIAN Are your hands busy?

Quentin. At the moment...  not really. But you just make me question all my logic.

DORIAN That sounds like a bad thing.

Quentin. Is it? I don’t think so. I can be a bit of a brat sometimes and you just make me rethink my smart ass remarks lol

DORIAN Good. I’m teaching you to be a good boy.

Quentin. Hey hey, don’t go getting carried away now lol

DORIAN It’s true.

Quentin. Listen. I do very bad things and I do them very well. I just so happen to like you.

DORIAN You sound like the guy from Taken. I have a very specific set of skills lmao.

Quentin. hahahahaha it’s true though.

DORIAN Mhm. I’ll believe it when I see it. You probably just want me to think you’re a bad boy.

Quentin. Do I not come off as a bad boy? Wait better question... are you into bad boys?

DORIAN You seem like you wanna impress me. Uhhh. I’m not really a fan of people who do bad things, I’ll be honest. I like you though so maybe I’ll make an exception.

Quentin. Ah, calling me out. I would love to impress you. But, sadly I’m not very impressive. I try to be a decent person but I do have a lot of flaws. I could be whatever you like whoever you like though. I’m pretty flexible

DORIAN You’ve impressed me so far. I didn’t say I wanted somebody perfect. I just want someone to respect me and be totally open and honest with me. I’ve been hurt a lot and I really don’t need any added stress. I just want you to be yourself.

Quentin. Well, okay then. Retract my current statement and let me start again. I’m just a very laid back guy who likes to have a good time and can get super soft when you stroke my dark side. is that honest enough?

DORIAN Okay.. and what are your intentions with me?

Quentin. My intentions. I feel like I should start singing you the lyrics to a Justin Bieber song, ha. I just like you, you’re very attractive, sweet, and I’d love to get to know you more. I’ll be honest. I haven’t really been interested in another guy in quite some time. But, you intrigue me.

DORIAN You know, I’m not normally a Bieber fan, but I like that Intentions song lol. Thanks honey. I’m down to get to know each other better. Oh yeah? I feel special.

Quentin. Everyone I know says that lol. Does anyone ever actually like Bieber? lol. There are definitely things I’d like to do with you on a daily basis. But I’m trying to let you feel me out. Because I can be a hard pill to swallow sometimes. You should definitely feel special though, because you are a rare gem.

DORIAN He has a handful of songs that I like but in general, I wouldn’t call myself a fan. Plus he seems like kind of a dick. A hard pill to swallow? You seem perfectly easy to get along with to me. Don’t make me blush.

Quentin. Same. He’s definitely a dick though. I guess what I meant was, I have a lot of demons. I do a lot of things people don’t necessarily agree with. But my top three traits are definitely flirty, chill, and spontaneous. you’re very cute when you blush though

DORIAN Like I said, as long as you treat me with respect and are honest with me, we won’t have any issues. I disagree that I’m cute when I blush but thanks honey lol.

Quentin. You got it! I’ll have to agree to disagree with you there though. Because I’m the one who gets to look at you, so I’m pretty sure I know what I’m talking about. Speaking of which. You should send me a photo... please.

DORIAN You’re doing all this talking about me, but have you seen how handsome you are? Actually no, don’t answer that. I’m sure you know exactly how hot you are.

Quentin. Lmao you’re so cute. I’m so not hot. But I appreciate the compliment. God! Look at YOU!! what the fuck are you drinking cause damn it looks almost as delicious as you.

DORIAN Uhhh. You definitely are very hot so hush that noise. Lol, it was a strawberry banana smoothie. Can I have a picture too?

Quentin. yessir. It was, haha. I feel very left out of the experience. Sure, handsome.

DORIAN Look at you, following orders like a good boy. (; We can go get smoothies together sometime if you want.

Quentin. hahaha mhm. You just make me fall in line so easily. I’d like that for sure.

DORIAN What can I say? It’s a gift.

Quentin.

this is just me sitting outside editing our cover song seems like you have a lot of those

DORIAN Holy shit, can you seriously look at that picture and say that you’re not hot? Who lied to you?

Quentin. uhm... a lot of people have lied to me. But, you’re reaction definitely makes me tingly.

DORIAN Well I’m here to set the record straight. You are very very attractive, Q. Make no mistake about that.

Quentin. How are you even single? You’re like the messiah of my heart. Not that I’m Jewish by any means lol

DORIAN Lmao oh my gosh. Well because I recently got dumped for somebody else. That’s why. And before that, I was single by choice because I lost my wife in a car accident. So I took about two and a half years to grieve and get myself back together.

Quentin. Dumped for someone else? What an idiot. I definitely know all about loss though with my first real girlfriend. I don’t wanna get too dark on you. But I’ve seen a lot of loss as well. But, you definitely shouldn’t be anyone’s second choice.

DORIAN I appreciate that. It’s really nice to hear. I’m sorry you had to deal with loss as well, honey. It’s not easy. I’m gonna take a shower, we’ll continue this conversation when I get out, okay? Try not to miss me too much.

Quentin. it’s definitely not easy. But, it makes us who we are in some weird twisted sense. You enjoy that shower, I’ll be around whenever you wanna talk. I can’t help it if I miss you though.

[ 30 minutes later ]

DORIAN Hi, I’m back.

Quentin. Hi :) Did you enjoy your shower?

DORIAN I did, thank you. What were you up to while I was gone?

Quentin. Not a whole lot. Just finished editing our cover and posted it. Lots of great feedback already.

DORIAN I saw! That’s super dope. The track turned out great.

Quentin. Thank you. It’s all because you’re an amazing drummer. I had no idea but you really blew me away

Quentin. Also, I’d love to take you out soon. Like, really soon.

DORIAN Aww, thanks babe. But I only put down the drum line. You did literally everything else so don’t give me too much credit. You would?

Quentin. You still made it even better than it would have been. yes, absolutely!

DORIAN You’re too sweet. You’re making me wanna kiss you. would we get Chinese?

Quentin. I would love to kiss you, darlin. We could get whatever you like.

DORIAN I didn’t just melt a little when you called me darlin. Nope. That did not happen. It was a figment of your imagination.

Quentin. Don’t go melting too much Lmao. Oh oh.. nvm. Ha

DORIAN BIG EYES EMOJI

Quentin. Fuck you’re cute!

DORIAN So are you. Now what did you say nvm about?

Quentin. I was just gonna say unless it’s in my mouth. But I was trying to behave myself.

DORIAN Oh wow. Naughty.

Quentin. It happens. Cant be an Angel all the time. So when can I touch you again? I mean, see you.

DORIAN Oh my gosh lol. Tomorrow. If you’d like.

Quentin. I’d love.

DORIAN Cutie. It’s a date then.

Quentin. Wow, I’m so lucky. also a little nervous, ha.

DORIAN Aww, that’s adorable. Nothing to be nervous about, hon. You didn’t seem nervous the other day.

Quentin. I’m always nervous. I’m just really good at hiding it haha

DORIAN Yeah, amazingly good at it because I couldn’t tell that you were nervous at all.

Quentin. Good, you weren’t supposed to be able to tell heh

DORIAN That’s really cute though. But there’s still nothing to be nervous about.

Quentin. of course there is. You could always crush me into a million pieces and then laugh as you watch me try to pick them up

DORIAN Absolutely not. I’ve had that done to me one too many times. I never wanna put anyone else through that.

Quentin. well I’ll beat up anyone who ever tries to hurt you again. I swear

DORIAN Ooh, a man who will fight for me. Hot.

Quentin. Of course I would. You’re definitely worth it

DORIAN Blushing again.

Quentin. you sure I have to wait until tomorrow? I told you I could get impatient. I did tell you that right? Haha

DORIAN I don’t think you mentioned it lol. Our date would have to wait till tomorrow since most restaurants aren’t open and I’m pretty sure you plan on taking me out to eat. But if you wanna see me tonight, you can.

Quentin. Oh, well nvm then haha. That’s fair. I’d love to see you tonight but you can tell me no if you want. It won’t falter my interest

DORIAN you’re welcome to see me tonight. I’d love to see you too.

Quentin. Should I come to you? I’ve been mindlessly starring at the LOTR and laying in bed so I’m free.

DORIAN Yes please, come to me.

Quentin. yessir

DORIAN Good boy.

[fear-before-valor]

“  i’m proud of you.  ”  (trans Jim from trollhuntermom)

@trollhuntermom​ II (sorry this is a very old ask slkdfjs; to make up for it I made this into a lil drabble, esp. because it’s pride month! I hope you enjoy!) --

“Jim! Stop flinching; you’re gonna mess it up!” Claire laughed, from where she stood over Jim in his bathroom. He was seated on the rim of the bathtub, doing his best to stay still, as she swiped-- really cold, thank you very much-- facepaint onto his cheeks. 

He bit his tongue to keep from moving again, but as she rinsed the brush to switch to the last color, Jim piped up, “I’m trying, but it feels weird. I don’t know how anyone could wear makeup every day-- I feel like I can’t move my face.”

Giving a snort, Claire shook her head. “This is facepaint; regular makeup doesn’t usually feel this heavy. Now, quit whining-- need I remind you that this was your idea?” She teased, to which he grinned, lopsided.

“Yeah, and now I’m paying for it.” He quipped, and laughed when she gave him an overdramatic huff.

Placing her hands on her hips, Claire smirked down at him. “Would you rather do it, then, mister? ‘Cause I could just march back downstairs and leave you alone with the paint, to fend for yourself.”

Jim knew she was most likely joking, but the thought of trying to draw on his own face gave him enough pause to say, sensibly, “Oh god. Please do not let me do this alone.”

Smugness fading, Claire shot him a soft look. “...Fine. But only because you said ‘please’.” She gave the end of his nose a playful tap with the handle of her makeup brush, before going in with a light blue, on his right cheek. 

“Y’know...” Jim said in the silence of her concentration, “You are really good at this...”

Claire flushed pink, caught off-guard by the sudden compliment. “You think so?”

“I know so.” One of Jim’s hands slipped into her free one, “I mean, is there anything you aren’t good at?” 

Sticking out her tongue, she said, “You charmer,” to hide her quiet delight at his words. 

“What can I say?” Jim gave her hand a gentle squeeze, “You make a Romeo of me.” 

Claire’s giggle bubbled from her before she could stop it, as she shook her head, “God, you’re such a sap sometimes.” 

“Well, it is a pretty sappy day.” He smiled. Arcadia Oaks’s First Ever Pride Parade. 

Mary Wang had gotten it into her head this year that travelling all the way to Downtown for a pride festival simply wouldn’t do, when she found out how many of her classmates just couldn’t make the trek, so with Claire’s mom’s help, and the support of the town, she and a few others from their school had decided to take the festival to Arcadia Oaks, since most of Arcadia Oaks couldn’t be taken to the festival. It would have surprised Jim a little more, if he didn’t also know that Mary Wang was a force unstoppable when she wanted to be. She, Darcy, Claire, and Shannon Longhannon, with the help of her girlfriend, Connie, had all organized a planning committee, and after a few long months-- and some heavy lifting from Jim and Toby, who Claire had hardly even had to ask to recruit-- the festival was ready, permits and all. 

“It sure is,” Claire said, voice taking on an edge of worry, one which Jim caught immediately.

As her brush stilled, indicating that she was done, Jim took the thing from her, ignoring her indignant noise as he did so, and set it down so that he could take both of her hands into his. “Claire,” he gave her a sincere look. “It’s gonna be amazing.” 

Claire looked like she wanted to protest, but Jim raised his eyebrows at her, quietly encouraging her to accept his reassurance. Softening, she said, “Okay… You’re right. Sorry; I just—”

“You want it to be good. That’s nothing to be sorry for. It’s just, you really are a capable person—you’re so smart and hard-working, Claire; the parade’s gonna go great. Trust yourself. And it you can’t right now, then trust me, because I trust you.”

Claire beamed, eyes reflecting her gratitude, and after a moment, she tugged Jim into a hug, holding him close. “Thank you, Jim. That means a lot.”

Wrapping his arms around her in return, he whispered, “Always.”

Pausing like that for a few more seconds, Claire finally pulled away. “Thank goodness the facepaint was already dry.” She laughed sheepishly, and Jim snorted.

“Yeah; don’t wanna ruin all your hard work.” Standing, he handed Claire’s brush back to her, and as she began to pack up everything, they heard a quiet knock on the doorframe.

Glancing up as he held Claire’s paint jars for her, while she rearranged them, Jim smiled as his mom, who’d come by to check on them.

“Hey, Mom. What do you think?” Jim turned his head one way, and then the other, displaying the flags on his cheeks, one blue, pink, and purple, and the other blue, pink, and white.

Eyes crinkling with her own smile, Barbara felt a warmth in her chest as she replied, “I think Claire did a wonderful job, and that you both look great, honey.”

Jim shot a sweet smile Claire’s way. “Yeah, she sure did.”

Stopping to give her watch a short once-over, Barbara then added, “Well, I just wanted to come in and check on your progress—you’re gonna be late if you aren’t careful!”

Claire nodded. “We’re just finishing up, Ms. Lake; in fact, I’m gonna take this,” she held up her makeup bag, “Back downstairs— I’ll see you two down there!” She grinned, and exited the bathroom, shooting Barbara a knowing look as she passed her in the hallway.

Barbara let her pass, smiling back, before she turned to Jim, who was staring at the face-paint flags in the mirror, his first proper look at them. As he admired the colors, unaware he was being watched, Barbara stared at her son, eyes sparkling ever-so-slightly.

Jim had never been ashamed of his identity—she’d made sure he knew from the start how loved and supported he was—but he was also fairly quiet about it, usually. To see him embracing his colors—in the literal and metaphorical sense—it was…

“I’m proud of you.” She said, simply.

She watched him still, watched his eyes go round in the mirror.

Jim turned, blinking with his surprise, caught off-guard by her statement. Fidgeting, he looked at her seriously, fingers faltering on the seams of his jacket sleeves.

“You are?” his voice was uncertain.

Resisting the urge to frown at the thought that he had to ask, Barbara instead gave him a fond look, stepping into the bathroom properly. “Of course I am. I know this is no troll or ancient wizard, but… I kinda think this can sometimes be scarier. So absolutely, I’m proud of you.”

Jim’s ears went a little red, as he rubbed the back of his neck shyly. “Gee, Mom… I—” His eyes met hers, and he froze for a split-second, stopped by whatever he saw in them.

And then he was surging forward, into a hug, and—those were always Barbara’s favorite kind from him; the ones where he couldn’t think of what to say, so he rushed into an embrace instead, squeezing her so tight it almost hurt, and it felt like he’d never let go (which would be just fine with her).

Pressing him close, she dropped a kiss into his hair. “I love you so much, Jim. So much.”

Slowly, Jim’s arms loosened a little, as he leaned back enough to say, eyes bright and a little shiny, though neither of them acknowledged it, “I love you, too, Mom.”

Head canting to the side, then, with yet another loving smile, Barbara lifted one hand to cup his face, unwinding her arms from his, and after holding there for the tick of a few seconds, she let go, and turned to walk down the stairs, Jim at her heels, who wound a hand into one of hers.

As they reached the foyer, Barbara called into the sitting room, where Toby and Claire were waiting, chattering eagerly about everything they wanted to do that day, “Alright, everyone. Let’s go to pride!”

[itsraiden-blog]

Chapter One Lee Yang

 It's a vibrant morning in Roseport. The sun is high the birds are chirping and the sidewalks are busy. As my apartment window is open, i can smell the fresh scent of baked goods below. My ears fill with the noise of ships arriving at the port and fishermen voices at loud. Its a beautiful day as i begin to yawn out of bed. I start my day off with a fresh brew of coffee that i picked up from Marcos Coffee Company. I must say, its the best in town. With a   variety of beans to choose from you can never go wrong with the Italian roast. I recently moved to Roseport from Los Santos and i have already gotten a pretty quick start. I work as a  journalist at The Daily Globe. With rising crime rates and corrupt politicians in Roseport there will never be a day with out a story to tell.  Having lived in the city only a few weeks now. I have fallen in love with this place. The best place to visit is the Town square, with its shopping malls and busy foot traffic. Anything you'd wish to find would be right down there. As i pore my coffee i cant help but notice the obnoxious alarm going off whilst  the door bell ringing in an agitated rhythm. I swing the door open to see the fresh milk delivered at my feet as expected. If you're from anywhere else in the world such thing would be foreign, but here in Roseport its a common service. It's convenient to get milk when you don't have to leave the house. Besides, Market Goods is a busy and   often hectic grocery store. Good luck attempting to get to the refrigerated isle while soccer moms plague the store with there loud and unruly kids.  I quickly put on my business casuals as i prepare for work on a busy Monday. If you ever experience Monday traffic like ours, you too would be concerned of the rising population. In just a few weeks hundreds have moved to Roseport coming from all parts of the world. An interesting phenomena and one i am eager to discover. I mean, what happened that the population of Roseport increased tremendously? My boss, John, speculates its do to the rising cost of living in some parts of the world, along with Aldorria's immigration law. Who knew promoting foreign policy and immigration would get Aldorria on the map. Roseport the capital is over populated at the moment. So, i  choose to ride my bicycle to work. I would say i am a zero emissions guy, as i don't own a car. I must say Roseport is a city that appeals to cyclist over motor operators. With its expanding bike lanes and strict traffic laws the number of cyclist has increased. Besides, who would want to be stuck in traffic for two hours on a twenty mile commute to work? Not me, that's for damn sure.

  There it is the Daily Globe. The place where ill spend the next eight hours getting yelled at by my boss because of late published columns. I mean seriously they need to lay off me for a bit, but that's what i get looking to work at the number one news outlet in the country. We cover it all, from the corrupted elections of 2016, to the economic crisis of 2017. We are in for a record breaking year if we manage to cover these small gang groups popping up in the western part of the country. Gang wars have always been a hot topic. One, hot enough to drive me up the wall and drive others out of Ash Hill. Currently major players are embarking in major crime moves. Something the west has never seen before. We are talking about extortion, drug trafficking, prostitution, and whatever makes money illegally. Most likely you'll see it on the west side. Politicians have always said when population increase so does the crime rate. Who knows what will happen if this thing continues to Roseport.

I park my bike in front of the building as i am greeted by the security guard whose name i always forget. Bob? Bill? Who the hell knows. "Good morning Lee" he says as if he knew me more then just my name. Seriously i have never stopped to talk to that guy and yet, he always greets me. His over weight belly and messy light brown hair is off putting. Where did we find him? I should probably learn his name one day when i am not running late for work- again. Remember when i said cycling is better then driving? well, it use to, until all these new immigrants showed up in Roseport clogging up the bike lane.   As i scan my badge five minutes late at the employ portal, i notice a figure at the corner of my eye. As i turned to the figure i immediately notice one of my bosses looking at me with the sort of face your grandmother makes when you tell her the cookies weren't good. "Five minutes late? whats your explanation this time?" she utters with a death stare. I figured if you complement her she would ease off the stare. "Good morning Sandra" I pretend to sniff the perfume scent in the air. "I love your perfume today, what is it?". "Dont try to avoid my question" she quickly replies. "Yes, i was late but i need to really get going to work. You wouldn't want me to be late on getting these stories published would you? By the way your hair looks great today. You should give your salons number. Maybe i could get me a high fade... they-do fades right?" slowly avoiding eye contact as i awkwardly slide away. "Always with the compliments Lee. Very well, i hope to see your lousy story on my desk by noon" As she motions to leave she stops to finish with. "Oh, and thank you on the compliments. The salon is called NATEDOOS ask for Nate he does an amazing job." with a serious smile and a cold face she finally takes off into her office.   I quickly depart to the third floor via the stairs. Everyone knows you make sure you sweat a little; before you enter the third floor. If your coworkers see you not sweating when you're running late they tend to have this disappointing look on their faces. Oh and they look down on you as if you're a scum of the earth. I like to also complete some jumping jacks right before the third floor as it makes my sense of urgency more believable.     The Daily Globe is the heart of Roseport. You cant miss the huge spherical globe that sits on top of this massive skyscraper. Massive, but yet it doesn't compare to New York's skyscrapers. Shame, because it sure does look huge when you're on the 20th floor. The offices are clean and it resembles a call center but with out the depressing cubicles. Instead you see rows of desks and everyone just typing away at their computers while working in harmony to produce the top stories of Aldorria.   I manage to reach my desk to find some silly written notes my work friends like to make when i am late. The notes mostly read "loser, loser get to work on time" and "Did you ever find a girlfriend? i hear Betty is single" Betty isn't a real person but a mere inside joke of a very large woman whose name is Betty, yea don't ask. Josh and Merle need to lay off the notes. As i  am clearly the better journalist here. I am often tasked to write about Ash Hills declined economy? Boring! Seriously what a boring topic. I mean its the third year in a row politicians have managed to let Ash Hills economy into the dump. This impressing poor performance the city has put up each quarter makes for an interesting topic, one that i would not want to write. My luck huh.   Unfortunately, i have no say so on what stories i may be tasked to write. That's up to John. Our boss with the very creepy look. His little bald spot on top of his head doesn't help his case. He has managed to creep out every female employ and yet he still works here. What a mystery!   I gather all my reports on Ash Hills economy as i rush into the editors office while beating my friend Merle to the door. "Wow, fast to the door but slow to work? Wonder what you were doing last night" she then gestures to a derogatory remark evolving my male parts with my hand in a rhythmic disgusting but at the same time pleasurable motion. You get the picture. "Seriously, Merle not in front of John, you know he can still fire you!" "indeed i could fire you... reports please!" John shouts as he gets up from his desk with his palms and belly over the desk waiting to be handed our reports. Handing them over i sit down as Merle chooses to stand adjusting her poster as she prepares to get vocal. "John, i just wanted to let you know i think i have found out what really happened to the missing boats in Roseport..." As John looks up from my reports he starts to focus onto Merle. I sit there patiently waiting my turn noticing the awful dusty office John works in. I cant help focus more on his dusty earth globe, dusty bookshelf and as i look closer to his dusty keyboards my eyes happened to notice on the left of his computer a box of half eaten dozen of donuts. Seriously do the janitors hate him too? "Go on Merle what did you find?" Merle musters out her words "Well, you see the boats actually didn't go missing." "Is that right?" John leans forward in interest only to have been blocked by his imploded belly. Talk about glazed donuts. "Yes, reports from sources within the coast guard have noticed ships changing course before sailing to the port." "Have they tracked where they're heading to?" he replies as he slowly grabs a doughnut from the box. "Well, it appears a spokesperson for the coast guard has actually hinted that these boats are heading towards Turtle Beach." Confused John mumbles with a mouth full as he slowly begins to lick his finger with out completely munching down his doughnut. "Turtle beach?" "Yes, Turtle Beach." Merle quickly replies as she begins to get slightly agitated with John's professionalism. With a loud swallow and a blink in his eyes he responds with. "Why would fishery boats head to Turtle Beach?" She replies as if she had just uncovered a huge mystery. "Turtle Poaching! It appears some fishery boats are avoiding the coast guard by not docking in Roseport and instead they head south to Turtle Beach to participate in illegal poaching. Then, once they are done, they head back to Roseport with the turtles hidden inside larger fish.  " "Why don't they inspect the fish?" I mentally face palm my brain as i could see that illogical question coming a mile away. "You see the fish companies in Roseport have the coast guard on there payroll. Hence the coast guard turns a blind eye." she takes a deep breath and sits back awaiting Johns reaction. In a slow suspenseful demeanor John stands up as bits of crumbles fall from his tie. "This is great work Merle! I need you and Lee to work together on finding out who is behind all this poaching and how they managed to get the coast guard on their payroll" he looks at me as with the sort of face that would hint towards a favor.. "I need you to stop being late. You'll help Merle investigate this story. Have this issue published on Sundays paper. Headlined 'Poachers Strike the Turtles, Coast Guard turns Blind" In an awkward pause we stare at John to see his awkward hand gesture . Crickets playing in my mind i looked over at Merle thinking she would frown hard but instead she had a little smile on her that complicated my readings of her. Did she like the headline? or did she get astound by Johns goofy hand gesture? Who knows. "Oh, Lee I'd like for you to begin by grabbing my coffee, you'll find me at my desk. You work for me now!" playfully laughing as we exit the office .   As my deep thoughts fade on what just happened  i enter the employ break room and notice Josh throwing his flirt moves at the new girl Sara. He quickly notices me and darts me way with the kind of smirk only a rolling stone could wear. He whispers"I think Sara has the hots for me my man." he quickly looks to see if Sara exited the room as he catches a shy glimpse of her curvy bottom. "You think everyone has the hots for you Josh, you should probably not poke the new girls and actually get some work done." Josh comes back "Did someone get all hurt cause they got a new boss?" he says with a mockery mopey face. "What? How-Did you find out?" "Well you do know Merle is a loud mouth."He chuckles as if he told me something new. "Yup, we know how she gets. I just don't want to mess this up. I mean what am i saying? I..." i started to think what i was going to say but realized i should keep some things secret. One  thing  im certain about is that Josh and Merle have one thing in common, they love to gossip.  Found that out the hard way at a Christmas party when i made out with an ex-coworker as half of the office was reliving a Christmas miracle in the other room. Long story short don't slap belly's in an office full of snakes. Poor girl never showed up to work again. "Look Lee i know you don't like to work with people but Merle is a good journalist and plus she is hot so knock this out of the park or her if you know what i mean!" Josh flashes me his signature wink as he walks away like a Don in the office. I swear he thinks he is some kind of hotshot around here. He certainly looks the part with his blonde and pretty boy face. Built tall like a model with a lean body and decently muscular torso i often wondered why he even works here when he could easy get a job that fits him. One thing he has is looks with no brains. kinda like a runner with no shoes.

As i place the coffee on Merle's desk she flicks her brunette hair as  she gives me a smile and slowly undresses my soul with her light brown eyes. "Ah, thank you, please sit." She grabs the hot mug with both hands and begins to gather her lips close to the mug cooling the coffee with her soft blows which then she pauses to take a light elegant sip only but burns her tongue slightly.. "Merle, i think we should be able to knock this one out of the park ayh?" with a light pause in thought she smiles and says. "This whole story could be a huge headline Lee so we'll have to work extra after work" Not sure what she is implying i quickly get some words out. "Whatever you need boss." as my voice cracks i recover with a cheesy smile. "Stoooop it."  she drags her words then recovers her pitch from what may had seem flirty.  "I am not your boss. We are partners. We will work together on this. Oh and we will definitely have to meet at my place Friday night to go over what we have found so far. So, get your investigations in before hand" "Your place?" Not knowing how to proceed with such request. "Yes, my place or would you prefer somewhere else?" I thought of my apartment as it got "Typical Bachelor" written all over it. I quickly tried to stutter some words only to get cut off. "We could go somewhere else if you're allergic to my two cats, Whiskers and Bob. Don't worry they wont bite." Completely frozen like a deer in headlights i managed to get a word in "Uhh, yea cats are fine..." I hadn't have a girl over my place since moving here. I didnt really know what to expect. I couldn't help but think how embarrassing it would have been if she seen my apartment. It has  boy written all over it with some iconic decor that only a kid would know about. The thought echoed in my head but quickly rejected. Besides my places isn't much of an attraction. Its only a one bedroom and its by the docks often loud ship horns wake me up in the morning. As i space out in my thoughts she quickly places her mug down. "In the mean time we should probably get back to work." As i get up to walk away she adds "Lee don't forget Friday ill text you my address!" "I wont."

  I walk away as if i was a teenage boy talking to my crush. I didn't really know how to handle the situation. Ive never been invited to a girls house before. As much as i wanted to ignore the natural feeling downstairs i couldn't help but to float back to my desk on a cloud of fantasy. Imagining some things that i am not proud of at this very moment. Her house though? I mean why Her house? Why couldn't we go to a coffee shop or maybe even a park. That's normal right? Two adults getting work done at a park in the evening? All i can hope for is that i don't make this awkward. I never really been good with the ladies. Definitely not like Josh. Perhaps i could ask Josh what to do but his loud mouth would have everybody in the office laughing. I cant let anyone know. As I drift back to my desk  I took a seat allowing my mind wonder into places i don't often get to visit in real life. I don't know why i imagined her and i, but the pure fantasy begun to operate on its own as my mind drifted in pleasure land.