#((hope u don't mind that i moved it to this new blog of mine

[antiromantlc]

continued from here | @goldfanged

The question of next time doesn’t cross her mind. If she was in the same bind next time, she may simply lose it, shut down and let everything go to hell. But at the same time, she wouldn’t have the nerve to do so–to give up on her dream so easily. “Truthfully…” she thinks for a moment. It even surprises her that she’s seriously considering the question. “I’d probably cheat again,” she shrugs, “but I hope there won’t be a next time.” She prints the answers, watching each page slowly print out onto the floor because she forgot to pull out the paper tray. She watches each page fall to the floor in a chaotic manner and thinks, quite a resemblance to my life right now. 

“So tell me sir, when you were a student, what did you do or better, if you were me, what would your other options be? Try to imagine, as much as possible, if you were me.” He told her she had options, now she’s willing to listen to him even if she disagrees. 

[p-redux]

Do u think these women care that he has a new one for every country… He’s w karina and then w women in other countries , she has to know?

Anon, you've never heard of "casual dating?" It's a thing. Look it up.

I know many women subscribe to the notion of "soulmates" or being with one person and one person only. But, that's only ONE type of relationship. There are MANY others.

Here's a few:

Like I said "casual dating," where neither party wants to be in an exclusive, committed relationship, and they are fine with everyone involved seeing different people casually.

There are FWB relationships aka Friends With Benefits. Basically two people who are friends but hook up every once in a while. Or more often than not, it's people who dated in the past, broke up, remained friends, and in between relationships, or on drunken nights out, hook up again occasionally.

Of course, there are people who choose to be in exclusive, committed relationships--they agree not to date or sleep with other people, and they are devoted to each other.

There is polyamory, which is being in relationships with multiple people. There are other variations of relationships, but you get the picture.

Again, these are all things most people know about, but I don't mind 'splaining them again.

Sam has been in exclusive, committed relationships in the past, namely with Abbie Salt and Mackenzie Mauzy. Since then, it's very CLEAR that he either hasn't found a woman he wants to be in another exclusive, committed relationship with, OR he's decided that he doesn't want that right now, and has been dating casually for a few years. I DON'T SEE ANYTHING WRONG WITH THAT.

As for, do the women know? I say that's a resounding YES, THEY KNOW. From what my previous sources have told me, Sam is honest with the women he dates. Obviously, you have to also want to date casually.

And even if he weren't honest, unless the women never get on social media, they can all SEE who he follows, they can all SEE the stuff written about Sam's dating life by tabloids, and fan blogs, like mine, they can all SEE where he's tagged, etc. C'mon ladies, we all know that when a woman starts dating a man she's better than the F B I ( I spaced that out because I don't want to get on some watch list by the F B I , ye ken?). The first thing any woman dating a new man does is she and her friends all go stalk the dude's social media. And find out EVERTHING about him in less than an hour. This is even easier to do if the guy in question is famous. IOW, yes, the women Sam dates know what's what and who's who. Unless, they don't have a cell phone, laptop, desktop, tablet, or friends. JS.

In summary, everyone is on board and fine with things...and those who aren't, move onto someone else. Simple as that.

I hope that answers your question, Anon.

[sincerely-lev]

 'taking back what was once mine.' - kuroo tetsuro x female reader

Summary: your ex doesnt seem too happy with your new boyfriend， so he takes back what was once his.

Warnings: non-con， cheating， breeding mentions， creampie， crying， unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it), face fucking, he calls u princess 🙊

Notes: i do NOT condone this behaviour in REAL LIFE, and all characters are 18+

THIS IS @tokito-protection-gang 300 special! (Yes that is my KNY, MHA and JJBA blog.)

away from the crowd, Kuroo stares at you, and your new boyfriend, which happened to be his best friend.

his best friend. out of all the people in the world, and you chose his best friend.

he watches as you feed your boyfriend, whilst he plays on his phone.

he can’t hate his best friend, but he can hate you, and he does, from the time where Kenma introduces you to him, as his girlfriend.

he remembers, when Kenma had suddenly spoke up, whilst on a volleyball practise that he had found a girl, he was happy for his best friend at first, but.. he didn’t expect it to be you. 

to be his ex, that he didn’t realize he misses until now. he tried making it seem like he didn’t give a shit, but he can’t. 

no matter how much he tries， he can't seem to forget about you. even though， your unfortunate break up was two years ago.

he watches you， as you laugh with your other friends， and Kenma excusing himself to the toilet， probably annoyed of the loud music that was ruining his game.

hell， he's surprised that Kenma even came along to the party， since that was something his best friend would never do， and he knew him for so long...

he knew this was a bad idea, that he was ruining his relationship with his own best friend, and that he was being a selfish idiot, but he couldn’t care less, he’s delusional. he can feel it, that you’re still thinking about him, deep down in your mind, but you just refuse to show it. 

he wonders why he had even let you walk out of his life, but now, he’s going to get you back, and he will do anything to make sure you are by his side, til you bite the dust.

as soon as Kenma was out of the frame, he stood up, his heart pouding in his chest, ready to break out any moment.

his heartbeat was louder than the music that was playing, as he walked towards you and your friends.

to you, and your friends surprise, he yanked you, and dragged you to the females toilet, shoving you in the stall with him. 

“what the fuck, Kuroo?” you grabbed onto his shirt, to prevent yourself from falling over, since he was practically leaning against you. 

breathing down your neck, inhaling your delicious scent that drives Tetsuro wild, he started leaving visible hickeys, nipping at any spot he could find.

between his huffed breathing, he spoke, “shoulda never let you go,” he continued, “but, now, I’m going to take back what once was mine, and you...can’t do anything about it..”

whimpering in both pleasure and discomfort, you tried to push him away, but he was too strong... stronger than you.

you could never expect less from the Nekoma’s team captain, huh? 

he grabbed you with brute force, flipping you around, so he could see your back, he leaned down, grinding his clothed cock in your wet panties. 

he continued to leave hickeys, nipping at your shoulder. he wants it to leave marks, he’s possessive, an animal.. sick, twisted, beast. 

 it scares you a lot...

back then, when you and the Nekoma’s team captain were still dating, sure, he was a little bit possessive back then (the reason you both split up), but he never forced anything on you. 

“ngh..why are you.. you doing this?” you covered your mouth, in hopes of hiding your moans, but he grabbed both of your arms with little to no effort. 

“because...I love you, love you so much...” 

what was he thinking? did he think this is love? this is anything but love, it was rape, you didn’t want this, but he didn’t give you an option, so you had to stand here, and take all that he gives you, until he’s tired, and you’re filled to the brim.

“besides...

i’m only taking back what was once mine...”

that sentence.

 that ONE sentence, it leaves you shaking with fear, Kuroo Tetsuro has gone crazy. 

“get up.” he demanded with a voice that screams dominance. you were thinking if you should obey him, or ignore him... but apparently, a second of  thinking was too long for the impatient man behind you, so he chose the path of a monster, and rip your pants to nothing, and you could do nothing, but shut your eyes tightly, whilst tears stream down your face. 

"don't act like you aren't enjoying this, princess. you're fucken' wet..." he hummed, whilst you cringed at the pet name, princess? really? Kenma never called you that, it was always 'kitten' not like you and Kenma got sexual most of the time.

"you're wrong..i-..." you spoke up, but he would not let you, and crushed his lips into your soft ones, forcefully, whilst he had a strong grip on your neck, like he had intentions of cracking it, he could, he has the strength, but, you know he wouldn't.

he may be this controlling and rough, but surely, he would never hurt you.

physically at least.

"shut up." he growled in your ears, and pulled your panties down.

putting a hand on your mouth, he shoved a finger into your tight cunny, moving it around, and you could do nothing but whimper and cry.

after a few minutes, three fingers were shoved into you, wiggling around, whilst his thumb was on your clit.

"s-st..op.." you whispered, unable to speak loud enough.

he laughed, before he smile, a smile that could kill, you were afraid, but you're unable to do anything, he was stronger, taller, quicker.

you could do nothing but take it.

"good, princess, just sit there and let me do alllllll the work." he hummed once again, before he continued to finger you, stretching you out.

suddenly, he pulled his fingers out of you, forcing a whine out of your pretty lips.

"calm down, baby, you just need to get my cock wet, and i will give it all to you." he smirked, letting his cock spring up, into your face.

it was not small, nor was it big, but the thickness made up for it. just one or two veins there, but what scared you was his expression.

"come on, it's not gonna suck itself." he grabbed your hair, practically shoving your head, to take him all, before he continued, "if you give me any teeth, i will make it hurt. and i don't want to make it hurt, so choose wisely."

you don't know what he means by making it hurt, but you didn't want to find out either. so, you were going to play in his games, just to keep yourself safe from any harm.

you were struggling trying to take him all without gagging and accidentally vomiting, you could feel your drool drip down to your neck.

as soon as you have it all in, he started forcing your head back and forth on his cock.

you could feel his dick twitch in your mouth, but soon, he pushed you towards the wall, grabbing your head and face-fucking you harshly.

his balls were slapping against your chin, and you could taste the salty pre-cum on your tongue.

you were gagging, and your throat was sure going to be sore with his rough pace.

suddenly, warmth flooded your mouth, pulling you out of your own thoughts, he then held your nose to stop you from breathing.

"swallow, princess, and i'll let you breathe." he grinned, and you had no choice but to swallow his salty, pearly white cum.

you opened your mouth to show him that it was all gone, and soon he let you breathe.

but you weren't even given a minute to rest, before he flipped you over, and lining his dick to your entrance.

you shut your eyes tightly, tears streaming down your pretty face, as he practically rip you in two.

he let out a groan, from your tight heat. "shiit, princess, you're fucken tight.."

he doesn't even care if you're crying, he doesn't give a fuck. he continued to thrust in an animalistic pace, whilst you tried to get used to his manhandling.

he pulled your hair, causing your cunny to clench down on his cock.

pointing it out, he spoke, "you suddenly got tighter, are you into that?"

your eyes tightly shut, with tears running down your face, you shook your head.

however, he just had a shit-eating grin, "i never knew you were kinky, princess."

he continued to thrust, pulling out until the tip, and forcing himself back inside.

"what if I cum inside you, and impregnate you? how would my best friend feel about dating a cumslut?" he leaned down, whispering words that had your eyes widening in horror, as you could feel him getting close.

"no! please, pull out, i'm begging you, cum anywhere but inside me, please!" you continued to sob, wanting everything to end. you feel bad for your boyfriend, he was so sweet, and nice...

"why should i? when i have this..." he thrusted one last time, before letting out ropes of hot cum in your pussy. "beautiful cunt to cum inside."

you were still crying, but he picked up his pace once again,

"we are gonna be great parents."

[twinkleallnight]

Marshmallow

(Part-12) Hope

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Liam x MC, Drake x Hana

For previous chapters: catch up here

Prompt 1: This fic is my submission for this week’s #WackyDrabbles. The prompt is appears in bold.

Prompt 2: This is a submission for choicesweeklychallenge. The prompt appears in bold.

Word count : 1916

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I get behind the wheels while Max is yelling something from his SUV. My phone buzzes right at the same moment. I roll down the glass to listen to him, and receive the phone call with my other hand.

“Hello!” says the sharp voice over phone.

“Livy?”

“Happy birthday…” her sound is drowned against the shout out from Max, “Happy birthday grumpy guy!” Hana and Riley laugh out loudly.

I give him a glare and roll the glass up and focus back on the call.

“Umm… thank you.”

“I see you are busy with someone.” She says with a sarcastic tone. “Since when did you start partying? Seems you are a changed man.”

“Look who's talking!” I sneer back.

“What do you mean?”

“At least I don't keep secrets.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about. Anyways, I think I should leave you with your commoner friends to enjoy. Bye.”

And just like that she drops the call.

“What the hell!” I shout at my phone.

Why did she call? To wish me or to irritate me? Why does she spoil everything! Damn! I was so happy, for once, but she had to call up and mess it all. I rev up the engine and hit the road with a surge of anger. I drive down to the Applewood manor and decide to call it a day.

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Morning comes with a fresh start. The court and nobles are all busy celebrating the Apple blossom festival with their king and queen while I keep myself occupied by the stables. I check the horses selected for next day’s event -the foxhunt, where a mountain trail is to be covered on horse’s back. I know as soon as they conclude the festival in orchards, the excited nobles will turn to stables to tend to their rides for tomorrow. I want to make myself scarce before that.

I am about to leave when Riley visits the stables with Bertrand. She is the first one to come, as she doesn’t have a horse of her own. Liam follows them.

After exchanging pleasantries, we get to business of choosing her ride.

“I love horse riding but I have no idea how to choose the horse.” Riley says perturbed.

Liam takes the opportunity before Bertrand can reply. “Why don’t you let me do it instead?”

“That will be great!” Riley claps excitedly.

They both start looking at the unclaimed horses, and Bertrand tags along. I observe the couple keenly. They are so relaxed in each other’s company. Liam forgets all his worries around her, and Riley is like a live wire in his presence, full of energy and enthusiasm. I love to see them together. I wish…!

They turn around and Riley jumps up. “Hey Walker, I am not just borrowing, I am buying a horse.!”

“Really?” I look at Bertrand wide eyed.

“I can’t believe you talked me into this.” Bertrand says in an annoyed tone, looking between Liam and Riley.

“ Congratulations!” I try to distract Bertrand.

I help Riley by checking Belle, the horse she selected. While Bertrand starts discussing official things with Liam, Riley is enraptured in narrating the events that she experienced at the festival. “You should have been there. We had such a good time. I was in Olivia’s team.”

I am busy inspecting Belle but I stiffen on mention of Livy’s name. I curse myself for the reaction. I need to get over the differences between us. I promise myself to act better next time.

Riley continues, “ We made an apple pie and you won’t believe our team won. I think our winning streak was Hana’s specially crafted roses on the crust. I tell you, that girl has so much talent!” I can see Riley’s eyes trying to find some reaction from me but I simply nod in agreement.

I pat Belle and give my approval to Riley.. “Here, all good to go!” They wrap up the deal, and we all walk out.

There are other nobles who pay visit. The stable boys help them out. There is nothing major, where my services are required. So, I take a stroll around the lush gardens of the manor. I have my plans to sit near the lake, my favourite hideout since childhood. But when I walk down to the edge of the gardens, my eyes fall on the figure who has seized my special place already.

She is lost in her thoughts, her eyes staring far away into the horizon, where the sky is pink and the golden ball of sun is about to drown itself into the unknown lands. The ebbs in the water are shining with the ochre reflections. Her calm form is adding into the serenity of the landscape. I stand there absorbing the beauty of nature for some time before I walk towards her, as much discreetly as I can.

“Hana!” I call out softly. I don’t want to disturb the tranquillity surrounding her.

She turns to look at me. Our eyes meet and she beams, “Marshmallow!” She stifles a laugh. Her teasing brings a smile on my face.

I rub the back of my neck, beaming at her. She moves making space next to her and pats her hand guiding me to sit beside her. We both sit there quietly, listening to each other’s breath, till she leaves a sigh, and shakes her head, as if disagreeing with her own thoughts.

“What is it Hana?” I ask with concern.

“I don’t know what to do. Since my childhood, I have been trained to be part of the court. Each class, each lesson was meant to place me at a higher pedestal in front of the nobles. This continuous struggle to achieve something, fulfilling their expectations” she purses her lips, “it’s tiring. I want to live a carefree life, where I live for myself. Where it is okay to make mistakes. Where I can build up a small house and fill it up with my desires to make it a home.”

“That’s a beautiful wish. What is it that’s stopping you?”

“My parents want to see me married to some noble.” She lowers her eyelashes avoiding eye contact with me. “I know they anticipate of something I can’t live up to.”

“It’s your life Hana, your parents should not be the ones making decisions for you.”

She gets up, frustrated, and takes few steps towards the waters. “That’s the whole problem.” She says. “The culture from where I come is very different. Its closed environment with families dominated by parents. It’s hard for me to explain that even if they pressurize me to do things, I still love them. I don’t want to hurt them. I want them to understand my choices.”

I walk up to her, and clasp her shoulders to turn her to me. Her usually peaceful eyes seem to be deep into some storm, piercing into mine, searching for the shores. Yet, it doesn’t falter my mind, instead it seems to be encouraging me to make stronger resolutions. “Take baby steps. Break your desires into tiny goals and try achieving one at a time.”

Her mind is still out on a wild chase as she rests her soft little palms on me. Her touch acts like a pacifier for my pacing heart. Her lips quiver to pour out the questions her eyes have stored. “How will I answer them? What will I say if they ask?”

“We will cross the bridge when we reach there.” I reply. I see the storm in her eyes calming down as the soothing honey colour dances in them again. She closes the distance between us. Her head rests on my chest and our arms embrace each other.

My eyes take in the view at the horizon. The pink of the sky has changed to purple. The waters are dark and the twilight sparkles over the lake. The storm that left her eyes suddenly is hitting the waves of my mind. 'We will cross the bridge… I said to her. Why did I promise myself into it? What am I doing? I am letting myself fall into valley of flowers, except that these flowers are going to be roses, roses with thorns. I don’t know how many wounds they will create before the eternal bliss.

“Thank you for being there for me.” Her mellow tone creates another smooth wave, overpowering my self-destructive thoughts. ‘We WILL cross the bridge…' a voice inside me resonates.

We start walking back to the manor. “Ready for tomorrow’s hunt?” I ask her.

“Yes. It’s going to be fun. I can practice my dressage.”

“You have a training in horse-riding?” I stop in my tracks and turn to her, wide eyed.

“Yes. Why are you so shocked?” She says in a casual manner.

“You never cease to amaze me.” I shake my head and start walking again. “It’s definitely going to be fun tomorrow.”

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We start early morning with the trail. There is a long line of nobles trotting on their horses across the countryside. Liam is up ahead with the king, while I am at the tail end of the group with Max. We are talking about the turn of events since our new york trip just before the social season.

“What made you take that instant decision of sponsoring Riley for the social season?” I ask Max.

“Have you ever seen Liam so happy? Have you observed the way he looks at her?”

“Yeah, I was thinking the same the other day.”

“It was this look, that made me take the decision.” He confirms as our eyes gaze at Riley riding beside Hana at a distance ahead of us.

I have another question in my mind, and ask,“What is wrong with Bertrand though?” I remember his annoyance at the stable a day ago. “He is so serious nowadays.”

“House Beaumont is juggling a bit with some financial matters and since father left, Bertrand has taken it up as his sole responsibility to keep up the name.” Max's expressions brighten up, “Don’t worry. It’s nothing much. Lord Maxwell is here for the rescue.” He strikes a knight pose riding his horse.

We laugh it out. Max makes sure to keep everything cool and under control, always. A quality, I admire.

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“You are not the one to lose. What’s the secret?”

We have covered mountain trail, and reached the tiny village. Hana did not fail to impress with her horseback skills. But when the king announced the horseback race at the last leg for the suitors, Hana finished second.

Throughout the trail she has been either with Riley or Penelope or Kiara, and now finally I get a chance to talk to her. That is when I ask her.

“You noticed.” She smiles. “I would be sitting with the prince for the dinner had I won.”

“So?”

“So, who would have given our poor little marshmallow a company?” she pouts her lips.

I know I am grinning, ear to ear, with that comment. “Thank you Lady Hana for giving me the honour!”

We sit down for the feast. My friend’s all around me. Riley and Liam making me believe that there will be that one person in your life who will make a difference. Max, bringing the best out of worst and Hana, my new person, making me realise that not all is lost when there is still one thing that keeps us going – hope.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hello, Lovely Steph! I know that people here don't usually talk much about their personal life, but, only if you're completely ok with answering this question, I was wondering what you worked in, like, if you had a job in rl. I was interested in what is your job; imho you'd be great at everything, and if u feel comfortable with telling us what you do, it'd be really cool On the other hand, if you don't, for any reason, wanna say it it'd be absolutely ok and u wouldn't even have to answer this 💜

Hey Nonny!

It’s totally okay, I don’t mind. I just try to keep a lot of my personal, online and work life all separate for various reasons (something I don’t think people do enough of, to be honest), but I don’t mind letting y’all know my day-job. It might help y’all understand why I need a break from my computer more often than not.

Yes, I do have a day job as a paid full-time senior graphic designer, one that I’m fortunate enough to work from home at during the pandemic. Assuming you’re new so it’s not AS noticeable that I actually do have a day-job because during quarantine I’m working from home on my home computer, so blogging all day is just a switch of tabs. Downside being a designer in quarantine is you’re always on call and it’s kind of expected that you’re available... *shrugs* At least when I worked at the office, there was that distinct break up of my going to and from work, and a computer dedicated solely for work, and my PERSONAL computer was for personal things. Now my personal computer is EVERYTHING, and I never leave home so *shrugs*

I’m purposely being vague because I don’t want to say much else on a public post, since there is a level of privacy related to my job, other than, if you live in Canada, you’ve probably seen my work all across the country in newspapers, websites, posters, advertisements, television events and billboards. And I do love my job: my boss is great, I have great benefits and I get paid above-living wage, which means I can afford a single apt on my own. It pays over double of my last job, where I used to work as a production coordinator and graphic designer for local newspapers (word to the wise: NEVER work at a newspaper company, they will find ways to fuck you over). This job you guys probably DO know about, since I reference it a lot when people come to me about trash rags using clickbait. That job was a 9 year gig and it paid shit (WAY below poverty), but the benefits and holiday package was good which is why I stayed so long (and waiting for the layoff package that never came), but I LITERALLY couldn’t afford to live anymore and it was to the point I almost lost my home. My friend who works at the HQ branch of my current job got me the position I have now, and for now I’m content, though I want out of the drama of it eventually. My dream is working graphic design at a studio, but where I am now, actually was the “alternate dream position” because my neurotic ass did the math as a teenager and I knew it would enable me to live, if nothing else. I’m saving up to finally move into a condo with my RSP money (in Canada, you can use your RSP’s to buy your first home, which is what I am going to do with it), which is a dream next-step, but I live in a major city so it’s not cheap to go from renting to owning... the in-between stage will cost me about 30,000$ up-front, which I don’t have and the prospect of dropping that much money at once terrifies me. 

Work is one of the few things I KNOW I excel at – I’ve been doing it for nearly 20 years – and honestly these days I truly believe it’s ALL I’m good at, so sadly I choose working tirelessly over anything else because I need the validation from my peers, and at the end of the day, it’s unfortunately left me a very lonely person with shit self-esteem and obsessive compulsive tendencies.

Anyway, it is cliché, but graphic design is legit my passion. I love it very much, but I just hate how cutthroat the industry is, and how little respect we designers receive. It combines my love of computers and art seamlessly, and I am proud of the work I have done.  Every month I also do freelance work on the side for a former boss of mine, which is so minimal that I don’t have to claim it (it’s literally under 1000$ a year), for a magazine she publishes, so that gets me some extra spending money every month that I squirrel away for trips and collecting stuff.

So yeah, that’s a bit about me. So if you ever need a business card, logo, poster, etc, I’m your gal, LOL. The blogging and art are hobbies for me. I WANT to make art or writing my sole income, but I’ve never been able to launch either  beyond a commission once every few years or to just meta and the occasional one-shot fic. And my self esteem is SO shit that if I created a Patreon and no one signed up, I’d see it as another failure in my life, so that’s why I just leave the option of my Ko.fi for people to contribute if they like my blog or what I do. 

Anyhoo, TL;DR: I’m a graphic designer for very important people. 

Cheers Nonny, hope that gave you a bit of insight :) 

[koreanwithme]

where do u work? (only if u don't mind me asking) i need my first job soon and i'm so nervous :( do you have advice for someone getting their first job? (btw I love your blog, it's super helpful~)

I’m so happy it helps you! I work at a clothing store in my local mall. Don’t be nervous, love. Different jobs have different interview environments based on the interviewer. For this job the manager was super chill and funny.

I would say 

- Have a resume ready. It shows professionalism. Without prior job experience just put your capabilities and academic history. “She’s an A/B student. She’s smart.” they think things like that. That’s the type of stuff I had on mine when I needed my first job. I went to a Magnet school and am an A/B student blah blah blah. Even if you only ever babysat, put it on there.

- Be confident. Don’t walk in showing your nervous. Just say what you gotta say and keeping it moving. You don’t have prior experience to talk about so just talk about how you are a hard worker and a fast learner (your capabilities/skills). Get together a general idea of what you’ll say before the interview. 

- Be honest about your hours. Don’t say you’ll work at 2 am when you know you won’t. They’ll take that serious. You’ll be stuck with night shift

- Don’t be discouraged about not getting the first one you apply and interview for. Keep applying to places, even if you get an interview. The interview may be a fail.

- Don’t take it too serious (if you are young). By that I mean if you hate the job.... quit. It’s better to find a new one before quitting, but do what makes you happy. I had a job that made me miserable and would make my whole day glum. I quit and was jobless for a minute but happier.

- Apply for a bunch of jobs and call the ones you want a day or 2 after. If a job is being slow keep calling and bothering them. At least they’ll know you really want the job. 

- Keep up with your hours once you get a job. Check your hours on your check to make sure they match. Get the money you work for!

- Little lies aren’t always bad. If the interviewer loves fashion than you LOVE fashion too. Bond, lol, if they like you they’ll want to work with you. This helped me with my now manager.

- You don’t have to be friends with the other workers so don’t force it. If you get along that’s great.

- Know that managers get paid the most and most times do the least. It’s annoying but a fact.

- You also have to be realistic. Your first job will probably be fast food. Money is money though. 

You seem young, with it being your first job, so honestly don’t stress and be nervous. Once you get a job you’ll barely even care, honestly. I’m sure there are more things that could be said but I hope this helps you. Good luck on the job hunt, babe!

[twinkleallnight]

Marshmallow

(Part-4) Frozen thoughts

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Liam x MC, Drake x ??

For previous chapters: catch up here

Thank you @bbrandy2002 for pre reading.

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Frozen thoughts---

There is no going back. I have lost Livy. I am listless as I lumber around the lawns when my phone buzzes. It is Liam. I take the call.

“Yes Liam?”

“Hey, can u distract the Big B?”, he says in a hushed tone over the phone. He is referring to Bastein, the head guard.

“Where are you?”

“In my room. And he is right outside my door. Can you please come over?” he whispers.

“ On my way.”

Bastein, chief of guards, holds a special place in our lives. He was my father’s close friend for most of his life though half his age. But after losing my father, he has been that fatherly figure in my life. Since king Constantine keeps busy in stately affairs, Bastein has been there for Liam and Leo too. As much as he loves us all he makes sure to keep all of his brats--us--in check. Bastein has taken care of the former prince Leo, who had a very risqué lifestyle and always found Liam as very easy one to deal with.

Liam has always been the golden boy. The most well-mannered, obedient and disciplined of us all. He still agrees with Bastein's suggestions. What surprises me is why Liam needs to get rid of him? I sprint towards his room and I am greeted by Bastein’s stiff figure standing in front of Liam’s door. He nods and allows me to enter.

As soon as I see Liam, all the memories from few hours back, come rushing in. He has a mischievous smile on his face, which fades when our eyes meet.

“What’s wrong?”, he voices his concern. I sit down on the couch with a heavy heart, placing my head down in my hands. “Is this the same thing that was bothering you earlier at the lawn party too.” I nod. He sits besides me, a hand on my shoulder. “ Can I help?”

“Yes, it’s Livy.” I gather myself and fill him with all the details.

He is remorseful about what happened. When I finish, he speaks,“ I am sorry. It’s my fault. I should have at least called her. But,” he claps on my shoulder, “ I will make this right. I will make it up to her. Please relax. I promise you.” I gradually calm down after his persistence.

“How are things coming along with the social season and the suitors?”, I ask after some time. I see the playful smile return on his face.

“ Yes, about that...We need to be somewhere right now if you can help me.” He grins.

A look at my wristwatch and it dawns on me, “Oh! I am sorry! I totally forgot. Riley’s Cronut sneak out!”

“Sshhh! Quiet! That man out there has keen ears” Liam says in a muted tone.

“ Okay! Okay!”, I say softly. “ So what’s the plan?”

“ If I move out from the main door, he will surely follow me.”

“So, where do you want to make a getaway from?” I ask him, puzzled.

“From the window?” He looks at me, quite unsure.

“Crown prince of Cordonia wants to sneak out through a window to be with his girlfriend,” I chuckle.

“Oh yes, go on and mock me. Yes, I want... no, I will sneak out to be with her. Now stop giggling like a lass and come over here and help me! Once I am out of here, you walk out of the main door, pretending you are leaving me back in the room so that Bastein doesn’t suspect anything.”

“Sounds good.”

I help him out the window. He lands on the bush down with a thud and an ah and a ooh! I control my laughter and turn back to get out. I make small talk with Bastein appearing normal and then head out to the lawns. Riley, Max and Hana are all busy plucking thorns from all over Liam’s clothes.

“You good there?” I ask, amused.

“Yes, except that I landed on a rose bush full of thorns!” He stares at me.

“ Well, you need to pay the price to sneak out.”

After the clean-up, we walk to Maxwell's SUV and hop in. I take the driver's seat while Liam sits with Riley in the back seat and Hana on Riley’s other side. We get down at a pastry shop near the beach.

Liam takes the ladies to a table while I follow Max to place our orders. As we carry our food to the table, Max makes his signature dance move with a shout-out, “Cronuts here we come!” The girls laugh and we all plunge into the delicacy. Hana, Max and Liam try them for the first time so all the comments start pouring in after the first bite.

“Do you know the recipe, Riley?” asks Hana in her smooth voice. I notice she has a soft and low tone even when we are out of court. I feel like asking her if she always speaks so softly.

“Ahaan!” nods Riley, her mouth full. She is just the opposite of Hana with her heavy commanding voice.

“Please do share with me.” Hana requests politely.

Liam perks up,“ Thank you, that means I don’t have to be punctured with thorns anymore for a sneak out.”

“Oh, Liam, I’m so sorry. I put you through this.” Riley apologizes since it was her mastermind plan to do all of this.

“Riley, I don’t mind the effort if the result is so scrumptious, not to forget the company of my friends.” Liam assures her.

Friends--with that word, I lose track of the conversation. Not all friends, I feel. Livy's forlorn face floats in front of my eyes. I start missing her again.

Absent-minded, I follow the group as they walk out of the shop.

“Bastein, We...I… How did you know?” Liam stutters. I come out of my trance and see Bastein standing tall, right at the exit point.

Riley and Hana giggle, looking at Liam fumble with his words.

“Sir, I have had the honour to train at the hands of your elder brother. I hope you can grant me that much. Liam snickers at the mention of Leo. “The king awaits in his study to talk to you about some urgent matter.”

Liam returns to his stoic self. “ Let’s go back,” he says and turns to the ladies, “ Thank you so much for this little outing. I apologise I will have to cut this short. I will see you tomorrow.”

“Max, I trust you will drive the ladies back to the palace safely. Drake, you may walk lady Hana to her quarters from there.” Liam assigns us the roles and I glare at him. He knows well I don't do well with strangers, especially a lady! I could have escorted Riley; I know her a little but Hana…! I have hardly spoken a sentence or two in these two meetings.

To worsen the situation further, Riley insists on taking the front seat and I have to share the back seat with Hana. We drive down to the palace. While I get out to walk Hana to her quarters, Riley accompanies Max to the parking lot. As he starts the SUV,Riley shrieks, “Full speed ahead!" Hana and I both giggle, then walk away.

“She is a live wire”, Hana says.

“Yeah, may be the right balance for Liam,”

I stop in my tracks realising my remark must have hurt Hana. She is a contender for the same position, after all. “I am sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

Hana kept treading on, “ You don’t need to apologize for something that is obvious. I can sense the heat between them. And believe me, I am perfectly fine with it.”

She sets me back on heel by saying that. “But you are officially a suitor in this social season. How is it that it doesn’t matter to you at all?”

“Grabbing the crown to be a future queen is not the only purpose for some of us. In fact, even Riley is not a crown chaser. Some people live for love!”

“Oh, you mean you have already found someone in your life.” I make my presumption.

“No. There isn’t anyone yet. But when it happens, I wish it to be as strong as what Liam and Riley share. Until then, I aim to prove my worth at working with the state affairs.”

“I understand. The royal court is not a piece of cake and Liam surely needs to build a fresh set of representatives who serve the youth.”

She smiles and turns with a twinkle in her eyes. “Thank you for walking me down. It was fascinating talking to you.” I realise we have reached her room.

“Pleasure is mine, Lady Hana. Hope to see you again soon.” I curtsy and turn on my heels.

My steps get sluggish as I cross Livy's chambers. ‘Is she awake? Is she listening? She said she can make out my footsteps. Should I wait to see if she opens the door and comes back?’ The whirlwind of thoughts push me slowly to my room and I hit the sack without changing my clothes. I drift into a deep slumber without effort, tired of the day’s events.

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Morning comes with a new hope. We are travelling to Lythikos today. The snowy north duchy of Cordonia that belongs to Duchess Olivia Nevrakis.

There is much to do before I leave. I quickly pack my bags and then make a run to the stables, instruct my assisting vet for things to be done in my absence. I rush back to my room, load my truck and drive safely to catch up right behind Max's limo. Riley is with him in there.

Liam and Livy had planned an early morning drive as she is the host and I am hoping that they have got time to talk to each other and smooth out the creases.

I can feel the chill just by the sight of the snow after almost an hour-long drive. Max and Riley have already moved inside the cosy chateau. I pull on my jacket before getting out. As I drag my bags up the entrance, I hear her. 'The Guanaco call', I always teased Livy, saying her sharp laughter sounds just like the lama and she hits back saying 'what better comparison can I expect from an animal doc?’

I spin to find her ice skating with Liam at the frozen lake. She is beaming, radiant and glowing again. I feel a surge of fresh energy watching her.

But I am staggered, I stand there, I don’t know for how long, just with my frozen thoughts.