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the long way | yoon jeonghan

summary | it was just like any other shoot. go in, pose, drink water, don't get food on the clothes, and don't joke around with the staff. easy. except it wasn't that easy. genre | just fluff, model!jeonghan warnings | swearing (?), like one innuendo word count | 2.2k words pairing | yoon jeonghan x gn!reader min | lowercase intended @i-luvsang likes to torture me with this concept so here it is. you're welcome. i may have diverged a little from your original concept... i actually don't think there's any language in here. i tried to make this gender-neutral, but if anyone finds a fem!reader pronoun please let me know!

jeonghan liked his job. really, he did. what was there to complain about it? it was an easy, not to mention, fun life. he liked traveling. he liked the different foods he got to try. he liked the nice clothes he got to wear during photoshoots. he would be lying if he said he never stole some of the clothes that he got to wear. he especially enjoyed chatting with the staff.

they were usually amiable with him and entertained his antics. sometimes he even got a genuine laugh out of a few photographers too.

but sometimes, just chatting was boring. especially when the conversations were cut short by photographers calling him back to get a few more shots or make-up artists coming up to him to touch up his make-up. so jokes in between shots and lipstick touch-ups were a must.

today was no different. he had to advertise for the brand that he was an ambassador for, and he was thoroughly enjoying himself. the clothes were comfortable, the air temperature was just right, and his audience was readily accepting of his jokes.

half of the time he couldn't remember the point of his jokes. he just said whatever came to mind. sometimes he was monologuing his thoughts and people would laugh. it did boost his ego, though. his inner voice was funny enough to garner laughs without even trying

as jeonghan was setting up for another shot, the photographer asked him to fix his stance. "i need you to spread your legs a bit more, jeonghan," the photographer asked. jeonghan had worked with him a few times, so he felt comfortable cracking a slightly inappropriate joke. "wow, mingyu, i thought you'd ask me out on a date first. already trying to get between my legs," jeonghan chuckled, fixing his stance. mingyu only rolled his eyes and went back to adjusting his camera settings.

that joke got a few laughs.

but it was jeonghan. he needed at least seventy-five percent of the staff to laugh at least one of his jokes. what else was he supposed to do when he was there? stand there and look good, yes, but no.

besides, he needed to test his standup on a live unsuspecting audience.

so that's how the rest of the shoot went. jeonghan finding ways to make puns here and throw a few sexual innuendos there. he appeared to be a hit, and that's all he wanted.

that is until he made some half-assed joke that he didn't even think about when he heard something. something so.... attractive. a laugh. from someone who had not laughed at his jokes until the lamest one he had cracked all day. he glanced over his shoulder in the direction that he heard it and his eyes landed on you. you were covering your face with a hand while the other clutched a tray of drinks and a binder tucked under your arm.

he made eye contact and quirked an eyebrow at you. you instantly averted your gaze to the ground and fumbled around for your phone.

cute, he thought.

he needed to hear it again.

for the remaining hour on set he tried and tried to get to you laugh again, but much to his dismay you were on the phone for most of the time.

soon enough he was out of the clothes and into his regular day clothes. the stylist quickly removed the extravagant make-up, and he swiftly grabbed his bag so he could find you.

as he ran out of the dressing room and onto the set. he scanned the room in search of you, and caught a glimpse of your silhouette walking out the door toward the city and not toward the back where the cars were. "jeonghan, are you coming?" his manager called to him. "the car is waiting." jeonghan shook his head and watched as the door closed behind you. "i'm actually going to walk home today. this was the last activity scheduled today, right?" jeonghan stated. even if it wasn't the last thing he had to do today, he had more important things in mind.

"uh, yes, that's all. but are sure you want to walk alone?" his manager questioned.

"i think bringing people with me garners more attention than me just walking by myself," he shrugged. so with that he swung his coat over his shoulders, hat on head, and left the same way you went.

he saw the back of your head make its way through the surprisingly empty street. he checked his watch and realized that it was right before rush hour. he jogged to catch up with you.

he was so close to you now. he could probably reach out and grab your hand if he wanted to, but that would be weird. he didn't even know your name.

how could he even approach you? "hi i'm jeonghan. i thought your laugh was pretty-" wait was that too personal? too forward?

he was so deep in thought, he didn't notice the way you tensed up when he got too close. suddenly you whipped around, "are you following me?"

he paused with a wide-eyed look plastered on his face. this was not the way it was supposed to go. "well, yes. but, not- not in the weird way," he tried to clarify. he looked slightly frantic, he looked worried. you examined his distinctive features. "oh, mr. yoon. i didn't recognize you with your hat on," you laughed.

there it was.

"please, just jeonghan is fine," he assured.

"okay, just jeonghan."

ha, you were pretty witty too. he held out his hand for you to shake. "___," you introduced yourself.

amazing.

"are you on your way to anything important?" he asked after looking at you for a bit longer. you glanced down at your phone and around the street. "i was actually going back to the office to drop this off," you said motioning to the large file bag you held.

"i can accompany you, if you want," jeonghan offered. "if you're not too weirded out by me at this point."

"oh, no. i'm not weirded out. i'm just surprised. i mean, you are a model. models i usually work with don't talk with staff much," you mentioned before starting off walking again. he followed quickly behind you. "so would you say i'm different from other models you've met," he asked playfully.

"yes i suppose. for one, models don't usually joke around on set as much as you do," you noted, glancing down at your phone hoping he wouldn't notice how he was making your heart speed up. "they're a bit too serious sometimes. you were nice though."

jeonghan felt a bit proud of that.

he filled the rest of the walk with pleasant conversation. lightly brushing against your arm. he got you to laugh about ten more times through the walk.

yes, he was counting.

you took him through the park and chatted

"well, this is me," you said standing in front of the large building. he looked up, and he instantly recognized the logo plastered on the door. "wait, you work for-" he started.

"yes, i work for the brand that you are an ambassador for," you giggled. "why else would i be at the shoot? did i not mention all the other models i've had to worked with?"

jeonghan was utterly baffled. "yes. i mean you did. i just, i don't know i wasn't really focused on that part. maybe you just wanted to see a handsome man like myself," he tried to recover.

"well, seeing handsome men like yourself is in my job description. i have to make sure our ambassadors are representing us well," you nudged his arm, and he felt like he could burst with joy.

"well i didn't expect someone as attractive as yourself would work for a place like corporate," he attempted at gaining his confidence back. it appeared to work.

you scoffed lightheartedly and looked away from him. "you flatter me too much, jeonghan," you laughed and looked back at him. suddenly you heard your name being called. "___! there you are, i've been looking for you for the past hour," your co-worker (well more like friend since you had known her since forever) called. you glanced between her and jeonghan. "hey, i'm sorry. i got a little - distracted," you explained apologetically to your obviously frazzled friend.

"really, its my fault. i must've made the walk a bit slower. the park was just so nice today," jeonghan commented, glancing at you hoping that you would look back at him again.

"the park? that's the long way around, you could've taken-" your friend started before you clasped your hands on her shoulders. "well, i seriously do have to bring this back to my manager. thank you for walking with me, it was very kind of you," you said smiling at him.

"of course," he smiled. he held your eyes for a moment before you chuckled quietly and turned away with your friend. "goodbye," he called after you.

"bye," you replied back, only turning your head slightly towards him. you exchanged hushed whispers as the two of you made your way up to the entrance. "isn't that yoon jeonghan?" your friend quizzed. "he's the one who was at the shoot you went to, right? why'd you take him through the park? you know that's the long way. it adds like fifteen minutes to your walk."

"yeah, yeah, i know, he was just so easy to talk to. i needed an excuse to talk to him longer. plus, his laugh was super cute," you remarked.

it had been maybe an hour or two since you had said your goodbye to jeonghan downstairs. you hadn't been able to stop thinking about him. how sweet and kind he was. he wasn't too full of himself like some of the other models were, but confident enough to make your heart beat a bit faster than usual. to top it all off, he was genuinely funny too.

you weren't exactly sure how you were supposed to just - forget about him. you worked with many models for the past few years, and sure most of them were nice. just not as nice as jeonghan.

you checked the clock and realized that there were only about thirty minutes left until you could clock out. maybe if you showered when you got home you could get jeonghan's cologne out of your senses.

as you sent your last email of the day and logged out of your computer, you began to gather your things from your desk. unfortunately, you were a bit too preoccupied to notice how the room outside of your office stilled. you were grabbing a few things that fell onto the floor.

then you heard someone clear their throat from your door. "uh, ___, someone is here to see you," one of your other co-workers said.

"uh, i just clocked out, but i can definitely add them on my calendar first thing tomorr-" you trailed off as you lifted your head and saw jeonghan standing outside your office behind the very nervous-looking receptionist.

"i'm afraid that won't work for me," jeonghan sighed absentmindedly looking around your office, hands clasped behind his back.

"mina, you can go," you told the receptionist. mina nodded and ran off. jeonghan stepped into your office and gently closed the door. "this is a surprise, mr. yoon," you said standing up.

"hopefully a welcome one," he joked. "and please, i was gone for a couple hours and you forgot i'm just jeonghan?" you stifled a laugh. "please do not feel like you need to contain you laughter from me, ___," he assured. you nodded a silent, but happy, agreement. "well, jeonghan. what is the occasion for this visit? were you unhappy with something today during the shoot?" you asked, approaching him. "and if tomorrow morning does not work to discuss this matter, i can figure something else out or i-"

"no. it's actually the opposite. i had a great time today. i think my only complaint is that you have not been there for the past few times i've modeled for this brand," he said getting closer to you. you could smell his cologne again and you knew you were in for it. "also, tomorrow morning won't work because i wanted to see if you were free tonight to get dinner with me, that is, unless you prefer breakfast," he smiled.

you were dumbfounded.

jeonghan was here. after hours. asking you out on a date. he was funny, kind, and not to mention quite attractive. you had been thinking about him for the whole day daydreaming about him, and he was here looking very handsome and very sincere. and who were you to decline such a tempting offer?

"how would you know that i would say yes?" you asked as the two of you walked out of the building.

"well for one, you didn't take the subway like a normal person would. secondly, you added a whole extra fourteen minutes to your walk because you skipped the subway and went through the park," he shrugged.

"were you counting?" you giggled and nudged his shoulder playfully.

"and what if i was? and what if i was counting every time you laughed at something i said today? what if i said that was the fifteenth time i've made you laugh today?"

"i might have to kiss you then."

"please do."

min | wow. that was sort of disgustingly cute. am i good a fluff, maybe? im softening with age i think. leave feedback and reblog if you want! it's appreciated. not proofread

[shushthisaintmytumbla]

Leaving This As A Reminder (11/7/23)

Hi Case. Been another few months since we've chatted and wow does my last post make me sad and shocked at how much can change in 5 months.

Lets quickly recap a friend update which is the shore unveiled some really disgusting truths about some of my friendships in this city. My "perfect" friend group i found was far from it and i dont even need to go into detail bc we are ok and we are healing.

I gravitated back to this channel because tomorrow i am about to reenter a healing phase and going to work on ending a relationship with D for the very forseeable future. While these past 10 or 11 months have brought us back together closer than ever, sometimes love doesn't conquer all. You two have tried your best (at least you have) to make something work, but in the end we've reached the last page of our story. He's not only become one of your closest ties in nyc, but he's taught you how to love, even when someone doesn't deserve it.

Over the past 10/11 months you went from convincing yourself that one meet up at a bar won't bother you and let him back in.. you just wanted to hear him out and get an ego boost that he still wanted you. You'd tell yourself its fine, I don't even like him anymore its just a hook up... but days and weeks and months went by and you fell right back into the trap, yet this time you had hope. Hope that there was a future, hope that maybe things this time were different. Hope that you finally cracked his code and could win the ultimate prize - being a girlfriend. But the second you hear that word leave his lips it felt...uncomfortable.

Maybe being in a relationship wasn't what you were searching for with him either - could it be that you finally just wanted him to want you? Because after months of actually experiencing the highs of being together (going to dinners, being invited to events, going out with his friends) you finally got a peek into a life together - but was it everything you wanted and more? Not really. There were still those anixous days of "is he going to text me today?", "why did he invite her to this event over me?", "why does he never ask me about myself", etc. etc. etc. There were also those tough conversations that led you to realize - Can this even go where I want it to go? D and you have very different ideas of where you are in 10 years. You want a family, you want to live near your family (CA), you love being adventurous and going outside and appreciating the little things. Of course im not saying he cant but he also prioritizes drinking, partying, staying out till 4am and in bed all day the next.. cmon case that isnt you.

While I can name many reasons why it wont work logistically I also want to remind you of how he treated you the past 3 years. He does the same thing OVER and OVER again. He leaves you uncomfortable for 24 hours and you have such crippling anxiety that it's all you can think about, you didn't eat for a day, you couldn't even focus on yourself/work. You can't even be honest with your parents because you think they'd think your a fool for being back together with this person who was only brought to their attention because of how much he hurt you that you were so depressed you had to just be honest.

If there is one thing I ask you to promise me is that please Casey you deserve so much more and there is someone out there who can give you so much more. D's patterns are never going to change - at least not for you. Because you are not meant to end up together. He served a beautiful story in your life that came with love, hurt, happiness, anxiety, and every emotion under the sun but it is time to pick yourself. I know the comfort he has provided you makes you feel so safe in a world where you don't always feel that way. But I am not only asking but begging you to choose yourself and walk away forever. There is the possibility that he comes back in 2 months time, but you need to not respond. PLEASE CASEY. I know one silly hi doesn't seem like that big of a deal, but it's exactly what got us back to here. I know you love/loved him, but its time to give that love you can give to someone who gives you 10x more back.

I know losing people is so hard for you, but losing yourself is worse and that is what is going to happen if you return to this. Your friends have begged you to walk away and i know its easy to say "you don't know him" or "you dont get it" but thats exactly why im writing this today. I do get it. I lived it. and I know I need to walk away and close this chapter of my life. I'll always hold a place for D in my heart and I do think he is my first love, but its time to find a forever love (especially in yourself first).

I am sorry if this came across harsh, but I love you. I am so proud of you. You are ressilient and have dealt with much more challenging things in this life and im sure another great challenge is just around the corner, but i'll just leave you with this...

If it doesn't challenge you it won't change you.

xx.

Casey

[qoeww]

WELL, I LIKE THE PROM IN THAT WAY

You need someone to take you to the prom and softshell turtle is here for help.

Character: Donatello

Writing type: Headcanon

Warnings: None just fluff <3

Author note: I'm sorry if I made grammatical mistakes, English isn't my first language ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ

Prom night was approaching. Everything was almost done. Except for one thing: Cavalier.

Two days left to the party and unfortunately, there is no one to take you to the prom. Why did everybody find their date at the beginning of the year? While thinking anxiously, you ripped off the skin near the nail with your teeth.

"Hey, what's that anxious aura?" Leo pressed the skateboard with his foot and caught it in the air.

"I'm just worried about prom."

Now you caught all turtle brothers attention. Perfect.

"Prom? Where you dance to music with your friends?"

You nodded. "Yep Mikey."

"Aaah, Doctor Feelings loves the prom so muuuuch!" Mikey crossed his hands on top of his chest.

"Oooh, and don't you choose queen and king end of the night?" (You could see reflection of he is imagining himself sitting at the throne in his eyes.)

"Prom..." You turned your head to the purple turtle when you heard his muttering. His eyes were shining and eyebrows had lifted.

When he felt your eyes on him, he cleaned his throat and looked another way. Classic Donnie, trying to act like irrelevant, bad boy behavior.

There was no one who didn't know that he loved school so much. He always finds reason to come to school.

Like one day you just texted him "I lost my cat eraser ;-;" After 2 seconds he was holding a new eraser (Purple. Purple eraser.) And stayed for the whole day.

"Hey D. Do you want to go to the prom with me?"

Well, for one minute absolute silence reigned in the lair.

"YOU ARE TAKING DONNIE?"

"I wanna come too." Mikey gripped your left leg and hugged.

"Well, (Y/N) I don't think this is your best idea because we don't look like hu-"

"AHA- YES, yes I'm coming. Which hour did you say?" Donnie proudly stood up and stepped in front of Raph.

You give every little detail about prom and leave the lair like how you did 1 proud and 3 disappointed turtle.

And yes, Donnie showed off how you choose him over them.

After Donnie gives himself a break to drink water, Mikey said "Wow, you are going on date with them."

He spat out all of the water in his mouth

Realization hits him now.

He. Is. Going. To. Prom. As. Your. Date.

OH SHOOT

Maybe it is a friendly proposal, maybe it is not. You two had not opened your feelings to each other and he was sure you have things for him but he didn't want to understand wrong and make himself look like stupid.

But no worries, his brothers are here for help!

2 days passed like hell, he tried to listen to all his brothers tactics. (Except Leo's cheesy lines because he believed if he says them to you, you would bust your ass out of party)

When the day come, he wore his suit and come to your door.

He pulled back his hand everytime he tried to knock the door and it took almost 5 minute.

You opened the door because of the noise, there is a Donnie fighting with Mind Raph.

He tried to smile at you but... It is kinda scary but you didn't tell him

He doesn't know what to do, don't blame him

"Ah D... You look so handsome." You tried to stop yourself from laugh

Ah, yes. The compliments he deserved and waited for long time

While walking to school he gave compliments to your look

Oh boy, if your clothes his color, it will boost his ego and will be more confident (You guys are matching and looking like a real couple)

After coming to the party, it didn't took so much time to Donnie understand this place isn't for him.

Yeah, he likes dancing, fun (and proving his dance moves are better than others) but he didn't like the idea of doing it in a cramped space where bodies collided.

But he is refusing to tell, he is sipping the drink you took for him and trying to talk like a "normal human teenager" (Splinter please tell this child teens don't act like at Rivalde)

"D, come with me. I have a thing you would love"

You hold his hand and dragged him to the schools corridors.

After arriving technology club's door, you took out the keys

Teenagers don't notice what was taken from them while dancing

"Since we are in the last days, dead electronics will be thrown away. Soooo I thought maybe you would like to take them"

Donnie instantly forgets all the stress and dives between the pieces inside the box.

"OH MY GOSH, I can use this for my Mixer-3007-A and these pieces will let me update Sheldon's..." He explains to you what the pieces will do or not, excitedly and shouting a little

His face is looking so cute: eyebrows are frowning and his cheeks are slightly red from excitement; he looks like a crazy but cute scientist.

After analyzing all the pieces, he turns to you to tell how he is happy

But you are not here

BROKEN HEART HURTS SO MUCH-

Where are you? Did you get bored and leave him? He starts to fell unconfident

Mind Raph yells at him to find you so he do

He opens the door rapidly and almost bump at you.

"Where are you going D-"

"I THOUGHT YOU LEFT ME"

*sigh* "I just told you I was gonna get some snacks"

Let give him a minute to have a little flashback and remembers it.

After remembering he quickly apologizes and helps you to carry snacks.

You both sit on the floor and grab Donnie's hand and pull it towards you.

"Donnie, you don't have to be so nervous, just be yourself. The time we spend is really fun, don't push yourself."

Donnie really doesn't get it, yes it's nice to spend time with him he admits but that's not even the point of the prom. You need to dance and hang out with your friends.

You just need to explain the thing important is not prom, him. You liked the prom in that way.

The night is progressing very sweetly, you two even dance to the music heard from all over the school thanks to the speakers. (Donnie even shows you his moves to justify his username. Just. Wow-)

[lunaticsandidiots]

🎃’s 11th street kids + arguments

(can be platonic/romantic!)

z’s note: punkinnnnn i love these i love these i love these i LOVE THESE & that theres like. outcomes for whoever ends up being in the right. they’re so perfect

“Chris

Definitely the type to think he's right (he absolutely is not), yet he'd still profusely say sorry to you because he doesn't like being ignored by you and he knows that you know it. If he's really desperate, he'd do this pouty thing the others either laugh or recoil at, and you'd join in with a laugh and he'd light up.

"Do you forgive me now?"

"No."

"But I pouted for you."

"Keep it up with the pouting and I might forgive you."

If he actually is in the right, it doesn't take him long to forgive you. I mean, come on, it's you. A little snack for Eagly (and another for him), a flask you'd sneak in for him in a mission and a little ego boost would have him forgiving you in no time.

"You snuck in a flask? For me?"

"Chris, are you crying?"

A sniffle that isn't quiet enough for you to miss, "No, why would I cry over that?"

Adrian

He'd have the argument living rent free in his mind until he goes over to your place and apologizes with an early 2000s love song blasting through a speaker he brought and he'd keep it up until you forgive him, or until a neighbor complains.

"You're an idiot."

"I'm sorry. Can you please forgive your idiot?"

"...Wow these past 15 minutes have been nothing but cliches."

So you had an argument. Adrian was, in one of the rare cases, right, and you both knew it. Whenever you'd try talking to him, he'd just cross his arms. Like a child. It would take you everything not to laugh at how silly he looked. Sometimes he'd slip up and accidentally talk to you, but he'd catch himself and purse his mouth shut. Sometimes he'd laugh at a joke you made, realized it was a joke you made, then quickly shut himself up. There could be other times where he'd hold a grudge against your arguments, depending on how silly it could be.

"I'm not talking to you."

"Oh. I was gonna ask if we could do a campaign again later." Chris: "Again?"

"...What, like, D&D?" A nod.

"..Okay, we can play at mine after the mission."

Harcourt

Emilia would probably give you space without having you ask for it. She'd wait for you to be the one to talk to her first, then apologize. While you're not talking to her, she'd be sending glances towards you during meetings/missions, especially when you'd speak up and look at the others for their opinions.

"Why don't you talk to me when we argue?"

"I just…assume that you need the space."

"Emilia, I need the space when I say I need the space."

"Noted."

Harcourt is pretty good at winning arguments. She's also pretty good at being patient and being not so forgiving. And giving the silent treatment. The others didn't like getting on her bad side because they could get ignored for days or weeks even after they apologized. Emilia has a soft spot though, it doesn't actually take that long for her to forgive them, the 11th Street Kids are just a bunch of overreactors.

"Harcourt, I'm sorry, okay? I'm prepared to perform any type of public humiliation if that pleases the court."

"Was that pun intentional?"

"What pun?"

"..."

John

John would profusely apologize. Like, every chance he gets, he takes it. After all, you miss 100% of the shots you don't take. It can get so repetitive that the others are begging you to forgive him.

"I'm sorry, alright?"

"L/N, please forgive the poor man already."

Or, like Adrian, he's petty and would interrupt both himself and others in meetings if they ever say anything that correlated to your argument. Other than that, you'd get the silent treatment and little glares every now and then.

"I said I'm sorry!"

"Really? 'Cause this is the first time you've said it."

"...Did you just fucking quote Tick Tick Boom?!"

It could get pretty difficult to make up with him.

Adebayo

She would absolutely give pleading puppy eyes. She doesn't like negative aftermaths of arguments, so she tries her best to apologize without annoying you too much. One time, she brings cookies that she packed only for you despite the others' hungry looks.

"Homemade, I made it with Keeya."

"You're forgiven this time - and any other time we fight again."

"Hopefully never again." Having you mad at her was kind of hell. You felt a little bad.

"Want a cookie?"

I have no idea what you could say or do that would lead to Leota getting mad at you, but if the cookies method doesn't work, getting a new costume for her dog + something with sentimental value could win her over.

"Nice try with the cookies, though. They were good."

"Thanks. They were store-bought, the ones I - keyword - tried to make got burnt to a crisp."

honestly, i saw greenie's 11th street kids hcs and blacked out and next thing i knew i had this in my notes

-🎃”

[queenmylovely]

Okay Ben looks too adorable here with his pink nose 🥺 and i need a cute blurb about it....maybe some smut if you're up for it 🤭 thanks babe ily 😘

wow you totally read my mind and the thots I had about this picture 😉 

so this is 2k of pretty much all smut (18+, fem!reader) so enjoy! 

☆☆☆

You were hanging out on the couch with your current book and a nice cozy blanket when you heard the front door opening and looked up. In walked Ben, home from his covid-restrictions-approved hangout with Gwilym and Allen at a nearby pub. They had sat outside, so Ben was wearing a jacket and his nose and cheeks had cute pink flushes to them that made you want to pepper a thousand little kisses all over them.

With a bright smile, you asked him, “Hey babe, did you have a good time?”

Ben nodded quickly as he toed off his shoes, “Yeah I d-did, but I literally c-can’t t-talk I’m so fucking c-cold right n-now.”

You could tell it was true because of the way his teeth were chattering and you frowned in sympathy, “Come here, lay down with me. You can leave your jacket on since you’re so cold.”

“W-well, I actually have a d-double layer, so I’ll t-take the first one o-off,” Ben admitted as he shrugged off his outer jacket, leaving a big hoodie on.

Lifting the blanket for him to climb under, Ben’s eyes boggled for a second at what you were wearing. It was a negligee style nightdress, lilac and lacy, but the fabric was thicker than an actual negligee would have been and it wasn’t sheer.

“D-did you wear this just for m-me?” Ben grinned as he found his place on top of you.

“It’s hard to take you seriously with your teeth chattering like that,” you told him with a smirk as you fixed the blanket on top of him. “And no, you perv, I just got this from my online order and it’s not even lingerie, it’s pajamas.”

“Well I’m g-gonna appreciate it l-like l-lingerie,” he said with a sneaky smile.

“Can you at least get warmed up first?” you rolled your eyes, rubbing your hands on his arms.

“Actually, I think I k-know what c-could help with that, since it’s m-my face that’s the c-coldest,” Ben said, none of the sneak leaving his expression.

“Oh yeah, what’s that?”

“I think if I p-put my face r-right here,” he paused, dropping his face to nestle in your breasts, and his next words were muffled but you could just understand him, “I’ll be warmed up in n-no time.”

You laughed but let him stay where he was, although you had to admit that his cold face in your chest made you shiver. Ben stayed like that for several minutes as you read your book, and thankfully his breath was warm enough to combat his cold skin. But sure enough, as time ticked by you could feel his face returning to a normal temperature, and if you weren’t mistaken, you could also feel Ben getting a little excited by your lower thigh.

“So now that you’re all warmed up, are you gonna tell me about your night?” you asked, setting down your book and combing your hands through his hair. Ben slowly lifted his head and as you made eye contact you saw how dilated his pupils were and felt a little something yourself.

Ben nodded, “Sure, well even though we have had our zoom calls and regular ones, we had a ton to catch up on, and it was good to see them in person while having a drink.”

“Uh-huh,” you kept playing with his hair.

“And they told me about their projects, you know, and-- ah,” Ben moaned as you tugged on his hair for just a second, and when you did it again before he could even restart what he was saying, he looked down at your chest and then back up at you with a cheeky smile.

You swallowed as he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to the valley between your breasts. And then another right along the edge of your nightdress. And then he pushed the straps down your arms until both of your breasts were exposed and made a path of kisses to your right nipple, kissing it softly as well. You breathed out and waited and Ben finally wrapped his lips around it and sucked, making a jolt of pleasure move through your body. It wasn’t long before he switched to the other side, using his tongue and lips as he had on the other to make you gasp softly.

Then he began another trail of kisses, this time up your chest, neck, and to your mouth, bringing his lips to your own in a searing kiss. Ben’s tongue slipped in your mouth and you moaned, widening your legs in an invitation for him to move his hips on top of yours.

He ground his crotch into you at just the right angle, rubbing against your clit and you nodded into the kiss, breaking it just to murmur, “Do that again.”  

Ben complied and the two of you fell into a rhythm of hips and hands and lips and moaning and oh fuck this was good. One of Ben’s hands was on your breast, massaging it and squeezing your nipple, and the other braced him so his hips could keep moving with yours. Your hands, however, were free to do whatever they wanted so you moved them between his hair, up his shirt to grab at his pecs and abs, and his ass, pulling him into you.

Soon the pleasure had built enough to the point where you were practically panting in each others’ mouths and you pulled back to tell him, “Benny, time to fuck me.”

Ben would’ve chuckled at your wording if he wasn’t so turned on and hard, so instead he just nodded and kneeled between your knees to undo his belt and push down his pants. But when he was about to push them past his knees, you lifted your dress, and the sight of your bare pussy stopped him in his tracks.

“Oh come on, now please say that is for me,” Ben groaned, putting himself back above you and gripping his cock in his hand.

You smiled, just as cheeky as he had been a few minutes earlier, “Only for you.”

“Fuck,” Ben lined himself up with your entrance and started to push in, slowly until he bottomed out. He dropped his head back to your chest, though this time it seemed like it was because he physically couldn’t hold it up, and asked, “Can I move?”

“Yes, please move Benny,” you told him, one hand going to his hip to start the movement, and the other quickly grabbing the blanket and pulling it back up from where it had slipped because you didn’t want to get chilly.

Ben didn’t seem to notice the blanket’s weight on his back, much too focused on setting the perfect pace as he thrusted in and out of your pussy, how wet you were making it easy to get it right. You wrapped your legs around him to keep him from going anywhere because he was making you feel so good you couldn’t think about anything else.

Your hand moved back into his hair, pulling it on and off, basically whenever a thrust was particularly good. Ben, for his part, was pressing hot kisses to your breasts, mumbling about how perfect they were, how perfect you were, and how perfect you felt. It wasn’t an unwelcome ego boost, and gave you a heady feeling that increased your pleasure, so much so that you started clenching around him.

“Oh fuck, babe, ah I’m so close, are you?” Ben whined, slowing his thrusts and looking up at you as he waited for your answer.

“You’re making me feel so good, Benny, but I’m not that close yet,” you told him the truth.

“Okay,” he nodded, staying still inside of you to give himself a chance to cool down just a bit. But he wasn’t giving you the same chance, and one of his hands went between you, two fingers rubbing against your clit in just the way he knew you liked. Then he dropped his head down again and switched between your nipples, sucking lightly to offset the pressure on your clit.

The whole thing made your head swim, and a couple minutes later you were writhing below him, your pussy clenching on his stilled cock.

“Now, Ben, now I’m close, oh so close,” you told him, wanting him to start fucking you again so bad you could hardly get the words out fast enough.

“Good,” he looked at you and smiled, and you tried to return it, but as he started thrusting again, all you could do was whine.

“Shit, you’re so fucking wet and tight,” Ben moaned, his voice getting higher as he moved in your heat.

“Uh-huh,” you replied, not really knowing what you were agreeing to because all of your focus was on how good his dick felt inside of you, and how good his fingers felt on your clit.

Then suddenly it was hitting you, and your back arched into him, your legs pulled him tighter, and your pussy pulsed around him as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through you and you cried out, “Ben, Ben, Ben-- ohhhh.”

Ben kept doing the same exact thing as he watched you through your high, how your face moved in your pleasure, and especially how your lips formed his name.

As you started to come down, Ben slowed his thrusts, but as soon as you could form whole sentences again you told him, “Keep going, Benny, get close again.”

You kissed him again as he resumed his pace, helped along by your hips moving in time with his.

He wasn’t far off, and soon he warned you with a voice much higher than usual, “Babe I’m-- ah, I’m close again.”

“Okay,” you pecked his lips quickly. “Do you wanna cum on my tits?”

If he wasn’t so close, Ben would’ve stopped in his tracks, but that wasn’t an option right now.

“Are you kidding?” he asked, eyes wide with excitement. It wasn’t as if he had never done this before, but both of you tended to prefer him cumming inside of you (for the intimacy). Tonight you had figured he seemed extra fascinated by your breasts, so what the hell?

“I’m not kidding, but you better hurry up before I just make you cum in my pussy,” you teased, but you did clench around him again.

As quickly as he could be careful, Ben pulled out of you and crawled up your body so he was straddling your ribs. You used your arms to press your breasts together and Ben used his hand to get himself the rest of the way off.

It was a heavenly sight and not an unpleasant feeling for you as Ben came, his eyes closing in pleasure, his brow furrowing just a bit, and his mouth forming your name as his cum spurted over your chest.

“Oh fuck, I love you,” Ben said as he looked down at the result of his orgasm on your boobs. “You’re literally the best.”

“Thank you, I love you too,” you said with a smile.

Ben made his way back to between your legs and then quickly sorted out his clothes, pulling up his briefs, kicking off his trousers, taking off his sweatshirt and undershirt, and then putting his sweatshirt back on.

“Here,” he said softly as he used his undershirt to tenderly wipe clean your chest, as tender as wiping cum off of someone can get anyway. Then he balled up the shirt and tossed it in the direction of the hallway.

You smiled up at him as you pulled the straps of your dress back up, covering your chest again, “Thank you, babe.”

His response was to flip the two of you over so you were laying on him. How he did stuff like that without one of you ending up smushed, you never knew. Not being one to complain about being the little spoon though, you cuddled into him with a small hum.

“So will you tell me about your night now? Or are you still too busy obsessing over my boobs?” you asked, earning a pinch to your hip.

“Well, I’m a multitasker, you see,” Ben slid his hand from your hip to cup your breast. “I can tell you about my night and obsess over your boobs all at once.”

“Alright, prove it,” you replied, looking up at him with a glint in your eye.

And he did; he managed to tell you all about it, only his one hand giving any attention to your breast. But later, after you had migrated to the bedroom together, he asked you about your night (which had only consisted of your book). So he asked you to describe it, and suddenly you were the one having trouble staying focused as his mouth found your breasts yet again.

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MORNING KISSES + ❝ AM I YOUR LOCKSCREEN? ❞ & ❝ YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO SEE THAT. ❞ with MIYA ATSUMU !

✎ . . . hi! can i request from the prompt list you reblogged lazy morning kisses + “Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.” with atsumu? thank you!

❝ ― submitted by @ nonnie <33 ❞

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[ ♡ ] in my drafts for awhile just in case i got no motivation to write and post. surprise! my drafts isn't all about me crying over skz and twice. send requests because i use them as a motivation to write🙈

MIYA ATSUMU.

➜ miya atsumu's favourite thing in the morning was waking up next to you, either you clinging onto him or vice versa ─ he didn't really mind as long as one is attached to the other.

➜ but in this case, you were the one clinging onto his torso, mouth slightly agaped ─ a drool from the side of your lips which he used his thumb to wipe it off, rolling his eyes before silently chuckling at this sight to behold in such an early hour.

➜ you were a sight to behold, one that he would like to keep to himself and only to himself; seeing how you drool, snores that were cute or snores that were not;

➜ your skin still radiant as the sunrise's illumination passed through the window shades, elicited a different angle of the auriferous extracted from the rising star ─ passing onto the shades, kissing your bare face raw and gently as all he wanted was to take a picture of you.

➜ but maybe he'll just wait for awhile

➜ in these situations, there's thre plausible scenarios that could happen

➜ one, he'll let you sleep in for a bit while he'll sit back against the headboard on his phone, usually mindlessly scrolling through the team's imessage group or tiktok.

➜ two, duh he'll eat you out HSSSJS is that even a question??

➜ three, he'll start playing with your hair; combing the strands of hair which framed your face and would then start peppering kisses all over your face softly.

➜ usually would end up with you groaning, telling him to wait for five minutes ─ like literally only five more minutes to let you sleep until he can do whatever he wants with you

➜ no, not in that way

➜ well ─

➜ and that's where MANS WOULD BRING IN THE BIG GUNS

➜ he'll kiss your neck, just to hear a small moan that wow, he just drawn out from you??

➜ but you would still never let him kiss your mouth unless he brushed his teeth this morning

➜ because unlike him, you keep a regular habit of brushing your teeth while waking up; so when you went to the bathroom at 4 am in the morning, you bet you brushed your teeth unless you wouldn't be able to fall asleep once again.

➜ and when you do tell him to brush his teeth first, he'd be highkey offended thank you very much um ,,

➜ would also earn you a grumble and groan, before childishly stompting and sulkting to the bathroom you two shared because he's a huge ass big baby dork that just wants to kiss you ─ why won't you let him kiss you? :(

➜ and expect when he comes back he'll have a puppy pout tugged on his lips as he went back to the safety of the covers. wanting to go back to your warmth but was too prideful and lowkey hurt that you didn't let him kiss you when you woke up.

➜ i told you,  c h i l d i s h.

➜ but ig you love that man😔✋

➜ and when you do initiate something physical with him, he'll just be a stubborn ass bitch and deny you of it.

“ humph! ” he'd usually say, puffing out his cheeks as he furrowed his eyebrows, crossing his arms while his pout still rested in his lips.

➜ but this is atsumu y'all, he may be hard headed but he just couldn't deny you for more than twenty minutes and after that he'll be right back into your arms.

➜ like honey ,,, marupok siya ok AHHAHAHA

“ love, i told you i don't wanna kiss you when you have that stanky ass morning breath. ”

“ loVE, i tOLd yE i dON'T wAnNa kiSs yE whEn yE hAvE thAt stAnKy ASs morniNg breAth ”

➜ ugh we love a petty ass bitch💅

“ baby, 'tsumu, i love you ” you looked up at him with puppy eyed, copying his puppy pout as well AND MANS JUST CAN'T RESIST IT ANYMORE

“ hmm . . ”

➜ he'd hum, showing you that he was contimplating his answers but you know most of the time he'd be nuzzling his face onto your neck, pressing his body against your back with his arms around your waist or torso as his chin rested in your shoulders.

“ i love you too. ” he'd mumbled, before probably kissing your ears

➜ Shawty👧🏽like a💫melody 🎶 in my ⏸ head😩that I 🙈 can’t 😰 keep out 🚫 got me😛singing 🎤 like 😳 na na na na 🤪everyday 🌈 got my ipod 📱 stuck on replay🔄...𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦...😔

➜ and you bet he'll be getting his kisses that you denied him of earlier, but times ten folds

➜ he'd kiss you with so much passion, you didn't notice the slight roughness in his actions.

➜ and he'd definitely hit you with a:

“ good morning, beautiful. ”

➜ and finally after he calms tf down, he'd be watching tiktoks on his phone while he'll be in the same position as he was before

➜ loves inhailing your scent

➜ but then his phone's battery would be dead and you got no choice but to get up

➜ until, atsumu had a great idea of using your phone to watch tiktoks on it since he knows you have it installed

➜ he was kinda weirded out when you didn't want him to open your phone, your excuse being that you guys need to eat breakfast now but mans probably wasn't buying any of it

➜ you weren't hiding anything were you?

➜ you weren't cheating on him right?

➜ hee knew you weren't that type of person at all but his insecurities got the best of him

➜ as cocky as this man is, he'd usually cover his insecurities with half-hearted confidence.

➜ again as i said he's stubborn so he wouldn't let you out of his grasps just yet

“ no :< ”

➜ and once he's got enough of play fighting, he'd simply just reach onto you, pulling you into another kiss so you wouldn't notice him taking the phone from your hands.

➜ honestly a HUGE win-win for the both of you, you = breathless, him = has your phone

“ atsumu no ─ ”

➜ his eyes slightly widened at the picture before him, both of his eyebrows rising up before looking back at you with a smug smirk tehee🙈

“ is this ─ is this why you didn't want to let me use your phone? ” he couldn't help but let a teasing grin explore his face, he didn't know that you were actually that type of person

“ haha no ─ ”

“ ─ am i your lockscreen? ” he asked you, a teasing smile accompanied by one of his eyebrows which he cocked up

“ you weren't supposed to see that. ” your face in a deep blush because oh my god after all these time you guys were with each other ─ he has never failed to make you a flustered mess

➜ after that incident, he wouldn't let you go that day. while cooking breakfast, he'd he so clingy with you that you almost burnt your pancakes

➜ just very overly touchy with you because wow was he in cloud 9, like that boosted his ego so much that it was ASTRONOMICAL at this point

➜ but ngl whenever you'd pry him off of you to go to the bathroom, he'd ALWAYS secretly look at your phone's lockscreen until the image of both him and you as your lockscreen was imbedded in his brain ─ making him giddy every damn time

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Grain Brain (Son of Demeter!Reader Headcanons)

Requested by @acoustickitten - another incredible requester - for a Son of Demeter with the relationship at my discretion.

Thanks for this one, I feel like there’s so little PJO reader-insert content for males! Anyway, I couldn’t decide, so the first part will be what life is like for a son of Demeter, and the second part will be the relationships, with Luke Castellan (for angst lovers), Will Solace (for the fluffy ones), and Percy Jackson (for a mixed bag). Hope you enjoy!

So, you’re a half-blood. 

Children of Demeter are often have it the worst: theoretically, they are the only demigod grandchildren of Kronos hopping along out there: Hestia is an eternal maiden. Hera doesn’t cheat. The Big Three has only had a few slip-ups since their big oath after WWII. Demeter’s the only child of Rhea out there still... producing demigod children. 

And your cabin might be the most ridiculed after Aphrodite and Dionysus in terms of combat usefulness.

The general insult for a Demeter kid is Grain Brain. Grain is such a rhymeable word that Cabin Four has been the result of many a scathing limerick from the Apollo Cabin.

But in the future, all those people will look at you as the counterexample.

Sure, Athena and Ares may have superiority in battle tactics and strength. Hermes might be sneaky and crafty and wordy. Apollo might have a huge number of seemingly-unrelated skills. Hephestus might have craftsmanship.

But you have... agriculture?

Woe betide anyone who underestimates the power of Demeter. Like Dionysus’ children, Cabin Four kids may develop some level of control over plants, specifically, anything cultivated. 

The dryads are okay with you, but the dryads connected to fruit-bearing trees practically worship you, calling you my lord. 

And especially powerful children of Demeter have some minor weather control ability. Demeter once stopped the entire world from getting any weather but scorching sun to hold it hostage for her daughter to be returned. Her children can access this power too.

Make a powerful child of Demeter angry? Clouds part, and the sun heats up like a thousand degrees, as concentrated rays of heat bake the opponent. It can even cross Camp Half-Blood’s magical weather shield.

Another thing Demeter kids have power over is food.

A Demeter kid can curse someone else with excessive hunger, or bless someone to be able to go without food indefinitely. They can also make anything taste like anything else. 

They are also often enlisted, along with the Dionysus kids, to help boost the strawberry harvest.

The berries go crazy for Hilary Duff, but early Justin Bieber and Cheetah Girls makes them bananas. So you have to choose the lesser of all evils, because these songs do NOT sound good from a satyr’s pipes.

I feel like a Demeter kid shares some healing with Apollo kids, but can only mainly heal exhaustion, dehydration, anything relating to malnourishment.

Demeter kids can eat whatever they want. 

Demeter Chrysaoros was the Lady of the Golden Sword, so don’t tell me Demeter kids can’t fight just as well as anyone else. Demeter’s sword was also made out of part of Kronos’ scythe, so she is powerful.

You are the most powerful son of Demeter in thousands of years. You might be the most powerful child of Demeter since Persephone.

You are the head counselor of Cabin Four, and you make sure everyone is hale and hearty.

Luke Castellan

Luke recognizes your power when he gets to Camp Half-Blood

And it strikes him as unfair that you might be just as powerful as Thalia, but since you weren’t a Big Three kid, you had to make your own way to camp - no seekers out looking for you.

So he and Annabeth adopt you into their little family.

Luke realizes he has fallen for you when he sees how much little Annabeth has taken a shine to you.

He’s known you for about a year when he sneaks out of Hermes cabin with a couple of smuggled Cokes and a Disney movie on cassette.

He asks you to sneak with him into the Big House. You watch the movie in the room usually reserved for the orientation video.

Your head leans on his shoulder because you are tired - it’s the middle of the night.

“Hey, uh, Y/N...”

“Mmm?”

“I really like - uh, this movie.” He can’t do it. He’s almost crying with frustration when he feels you kiss him on the cheek.

“I think I might love this movie.” You say hopefully.

Mr. D doesn’t sleep, and he’s right behind you. Shockingly, he doesn’t turn you both into dolphins, but instead ropes you into a late-night pinochle game with Chiron, who’s tail is in curlers for some reason.

It’s both the happiest and most embarrassing night in your life.

But from then on, you two are the “it” couple at camp.

You two become slightly distant after Luke’s quest, but you think it’s because he’s insecure over his new scar. There’s something missing when you two do seem to regain that lost ground.

When Percy comes to camp and beats Luke in a training duel, you congratulate him and boost his ego, telling him that everybody always ridiculed Demeter kids for not having any good talents, and that he can be good at whatever he chooses.

You are devastated when Luke betrays the gods.

He begs you to join him, but you refuse.

He kidnaps you aboard the Princess Andromeda, but you are rescued by Percy, Annabeth, and Tyson.

It was when you realized Luke was too far gone.

At the Battle of the Empire State Building, you yourself take on Kronos with all the might of your godly parent.

It’s not enough, and you are almost killed.

Luke takes back control for an instant, allowing you the chance to escape

Annabeth and you give the final blow together.

The last thing Luke sees is you.

And you know you will never meet again, not even in death, because Luke was always a pusher, and he’ll reincarnate to get to the Isles of the Blest.

Eventually you age out of Camp Half-Blood and travel the world, searching, hoping you can find happiness once more...

Will Solace

You two are the medicine couple

Feeling bad? Feeling blue? Visit Y/N and Will - odds are one of them will solve your problem.

You hang out with Will in the infirmary, handing out magical crackers that assist with healing.

During the Battle of the Labyrinth, your powers truly blossomed - you granted power to all the fruit-bearing dryads, allowing their trees to come to life and attack the opposing army. Will thought that was so cool - he brags about it every chance he gets.

You and Grover seal Hyperion into the tree during the Battle of the Empire State Building.

You and Will met during archery practice, because as an Apollo kid, he was booked to teach.

Among your numerous talents, archery is not.

You accidentally shoot him.

Although, the way you shot him was worthy of an Apollo kid - the arrow ricocheted off of like, thirteen different things before striking Will.

Not a good idea to have the best healer teach archery

But anyway, you felt so bad that you practically carried him to the Big House

And cried because you never wanted to hurt anyone

Especially not anyone as hot as Will

“Wait, what?”

“Oops.”

“Well, I think you might have to check for another wound.”

“What? Really?”

“Yup. I think you struck my heart with your arrow.”

They change the rule so that no two demigods from different cabins can be alone together because of you two.

You resolve this by camping in the woods overnight - the dryads have got your back.

Although a lot of them will try to steal Will from you, so I guess everything has its ups and downs.

Percy Jackson

At first, you were so annoyed by this sarcastic ball of insecurity.

He comes in here, insulting your godly heritage, making a mockery of all these camp activities, and then he met you

And his jaw drops open.

“Wow. Uh... who’s your godly parent?” he asks, almost in awe

“Demeter.”

He snickers. “The farming goddess?”

Yeah, that was pretty much one of the worst first impressions he could have made.

But he grew on you after a while. 

And you... he was gone from the moment you saw he had blue Coke and changed yours to match.

He takes you to meet his mom as soon as possible

And she automatically knows he’s in love because Sally Jackson always knows.

She approves because she sees how much you love him back.

The two of you just started being together one day - neither of you can really pinpoint an exact moment.

Just, somehow, you two held hands and it felt right, so you kept doing it.

And just like that, you were a couple.

Aphrodite once promised to make Percy’s love life interesting.

Well, it doesn’t get much more interesting than you.

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REGNUM [L.H] -Chapter 8

Summary: In a dystopian future, a tragedy leads Prince Luke to become King of Gardenstone. From her neighboring kingdom Maredale, our protagonist Amberly must choose between King Luke and King Ashton of Lauxwell to close the alliance that the three kingdoms are destined to make. In the process and after, Amberly will encounter mysteries, a love triangle, and betrayals that will define her future. (Basically, enemies to lovers)

Word Count:  4,246

MASTERLIST.

The next day I arrived at the stable on time, not wanting to argue with Luke anymore. Fortunately, years before I had had the whim of raising my mare back in Maredale, a whim my mother fulfilled on the condition that I take care of her. Although limousines and cars are quite common, all three kingdoms have moderate amounts of them and therefore it was easier to acquire a horse. I took care of the mare I called Mer, there were nights I spent finishing a book in the stable with her company and mornings I left the palace early to ride on the beach before the people woke up. I hoped they were taking care of her at home. All the knowledge I gained with Mer had been used to wonderfully caring for the five horses in the stable. 

Michael arrived in the middle of the hayride. He explained that he had heard the workers say that my work in the greenhouse had been splendid and how happy that made him already. He also told me that he now lived one floor below me, which explained why I´d seen Lidia come up and down more times than usual that morning. 

I told him about the gloves, Luke, and accidentally Ashton. Something clicked in his head that he didn't bother to share, he simply asked me not to worry. He immediately left under the excuse that he had some very important business to discuss with the King. 

The days went by quite quickly. My routine was the same for a week: waking up, getting directions from Michael, going down to the greenhouse, pausing for food, and going upstairs at night. I was working desperately to fix the greenhouse and was increasing the speed and time I spent listening to Calum speak for his Jhin about movements on the border. 

The girls in the kitchen gave me the lost information they were hearing and I slowly connected the narrative. There were going to be three major events in the next few weeks: a campout in the town of Mudtry, the Birch Celebration that was typical of Gardenstone, and another unnamed event for the time being. The information on the last one was very little but it existed; it would have guests from all three kingdoms so it earned its place on the list.

Ashton and I went out every weekend. We traveled around the palace exchanging thoughts, ideas, and the occasional kiss. We weren't a couple, but something that didn't know the difference between naivety and love told me we weren't far off. His company... just felt good, fair, and free. 

I was going down to the kitchen to start today's work. I knocked a couple of times on Michael's door and no one answered so I walked around hoping to find him on my way. Said and done, as I entered the kitchen I saw him leaning against a counter enjoying an apple. He was wearing a suit, it wasn't common for him. 

“Why so formal, boss?” I asked, taking an apple from a basket next to him.

I understood the reason for his location in the kitchen when the servants rushed past him. 

“Thank you for noticing. I must say that your comfortable attire is much better than the dresses you wore at first, it made me nervous," he joked and pointed at the servants with the apple he kept eating. “I dress like this for the same reason they do; Luke woke up wanting to travel to Lauxwell for a few days; they're preparing his trip and I will be in charge of the not-so-important stuff while he is away.”

“What about Calum?”

I poured two glasses of orange juice, he took one and thanked me with a nod. 

“He'll stay here and take care of the more important stuff, which I won't do. Luke asked that no one should accompany him but a few guards.”

“Why is he going to Lauxwell? I thought he hated the place as much as its residents.”

I looked through the conversations with the girls in the kitchen; they didn't mention this trip once. It had been sudden for everyone, even for Luke himself. 

“To spend time with Lauren," he replied casually. 

I quietly drank the rest of my juice. Spending time with Lauren? She had been here as long as Ashton, I didn't see them talking once and suddenly he wanted to spend time with her. Not just any time, time alone. That's why he didn't bring company. 

“Wow, are you okay?” Michael interrupted my thoughts, thanks to the sea. I nodded. “I lost you for a moment, is it because of Luke?”

I took the glass to the sink and started to wash it. 

“In a way, not having him around for a while sounds like a vacation. I will count and appreciate every second.”

I wanted to keep digging, to find out what Luke would be doing at Lauxwell and why he had decided to go "spend time with Lauren" all of a sudden. There was something that Michael wasn't telling me, he wasn't telling me anything. I stopped my tongue from asking, interest in the subject would only boost Luke's ego if that was possible. 

“I think you're doing a lousy job of hiding whatever it is you're feeling. That brings me to what you will do today.”

Michael pulled at my waist, dodging the servants who were going back and forth on their way to the west wing of the palace. We climbed a few stairs, this wing was noticeably emptier than the rest of the palace, it seemed like it was night plus the few windows were open. I recognized the beginning of the corridor we were heading down, we passed Luke's office. 

“You and I will take advantage of His Majesty's absence these days and do what you should have done from the beginning, your real work.”

We kept walking until we hit a wall, it had paintings of different trees and flowers on it. Michael ran his hands over the wall until he found what looked like a brick that had come out, pushed it and the gears started working, leaving the spiral stairs insight with the sides illuminated. 

“Come on, ladies first.”

I advanced and we began to go down the stairs. Judging by the look of the structure I could tell that they were using it constantly and it didn't seem so secret. 

“What will I do, exactly?” I asked, not encouragingly. 

“Maredans who crossed the border are here to formally present their needs, concerns, and so on. I had Calum bring them over before Luke was awake, now I owe that bastard a bottle of the finest wine in Greenbush.”

We got to the top of the stairs and I noticed we were underground. Michael opened a door that led out into a very wide hallway, on the other side he opened the door again to a room with people sitting inside, families, elders, Maredans waiting for answers. At the end of the rows of people, there was a desk and next to it a guard guarded the place. 

“This is a secret between you and me, understand?”

I smiled broadly and held back the urge to embrace him. I noticed tears forming in my eyes. 

“Wait, you said that we will both take advantage of the situation, what will you do?”

He smiled. 

“Bring more people, of course. I trust you will take enough time with each person in this room, however, we will see as many citizens as possible so that once Luke returns you can spend another week in the greenhouse without worrying about them... your people.”

I nodded repeatedly. 

He took one last look at the room and opened the door. 

“Michael," I called, making him stop. “Thank you.” 

“It's nothing," he smiled. 

¥

I never believed that what people tell you about time passes more quickly when you do what you like is true, but attending to the Maredans and listening to them proved me wrong. 

Most didn't come for lack of work in Maredale but to discover the magic and potential of Gardenstone. It was very rare for people to leave their kingdom with what they had become accustomed to in their own homes, what a nice irony. I didn't blame them, sometimes even your own house is too small if you fill it with dreams and hope. 

Michael kept his word to bring people. We provided housing and work for those who needed it in Greenbush where Michael would have them all under his care and helping out in his vineyard as his employees. One family or another asked for the possibility of having businesses in the capital of Gardenstone and we had to put them on hold because it was very risky for Maredan businesses to rise out of nowhere near the palace but we promised to help them when we could.

No one-not even Ashton, who was constantly being asked to postpone appointments-knew what we were doing. For the first two days, we went unnoticed by everyone around the palace, our main concern was that Luke would arrive in less than expected. The "expected" was getting more and more confusing for me. I avoided thinking about the whole situation between Lauren and Luke, right now I had to take the employment contracts I had collected today to Michael... even though the matter was hidden and always bothering to be attended to behind my back. 

“...You know you can't do that. You can't tell him, it's not your place.”

It was Calum coming out of a door followed by Michael with whom he had a heated conversation. The Duke gave Calum a knock when he saw me in front of them.

“Princess, what a surprise!” he exclaimed. 

The man shivered, throwing a transparent bag on the floor. I reflexively squatted to return the bag to his hands. I looked at its contents for a few seconds; a gold ring was inside it, this one had a hole right in the middle with diamonds embedded around it; it was missing a stone. 

The bag was taken from my hands before I could say anything about it. Calum looked at Michael angrily and even a little terror crept into his brown eyes. 

“We'll discuss this later, Clifford. In the meantime, don't do anything stupid," Calum looked at me sideways, not a trace of joy or his characteristic sympathy. “Your Highness, Duke, excuse me.”

He apologized and went on his way in a hurry. Michael stood still, looked at me once when Calum was out of sight, and snorted cynically. 

“Come on, start your interrogation," he said as if he had known me all my life. He pointed to the door through which he had left moments earlier and we entered a strangely empty office. Nothing but the basics in it. Then he closed the door behind him. “I'll spare you the first question, we are in King Robert's old office.”

“Why? I was looking for you... “

He took the papers. We stood in the middle of the room, I thought it was disrespectful just to be here, but judging from the look of the chairs he hadn't sat here either. We shouldn't be here. 

“Calum called me, what you saw in that bag is evidence the investigators collected from the great hall. It was analyzed all this time and they can't find the DNA of the bearer..." He came over to the desk, stretched out two photographs of a rope cut in a part of the palace I didn't recognize. “It was right under this rope, I'll let that clever head of yours guess what it cut off.”

I blinked a couple of times, puzzled. 

“The chandelier.”

The same chandelier that ended the lives of Queen Susan, King Robert, and Prince Jake. What all this time seemed like an accident had been orchestrated. 

A chill ran through my body. The person who had wiped out most of the royal family was still outside, could be anywhere... could be anyone. 

“That's right, it wasn't an accident. And not only that," Michael walked slowly through the office, "I'm sure and I could swear by the Forest that I've seen the ring somewhere before. Perhaps the person who committed this tremendous atrocity decided to rob the Royal Jewelry store moments earlier. We came here to find a jewelry box that my mother gave to my aunt - to Queen Susan on her last birthday but it's not here.”

“Of course not, this is an office. You must look in her room.”

He snapped her tongue and crossed his arms a few steps away from me. 

“We did, it's empty. Calum had to bribe a couple of guards to get us into the royal room. What did we get? Nothing. We lost three weeks of beer.”

“No, I mean the Queen's other room. The one that's only hers, not the one she shared with the King," I replied, running my hands over my elbows, trying to relieve the tension. “It will probably cost you a year's worth of beer, but you can always tell Luke.”

The Duke burst out laughing as if he had told a pretty bad joke that ended up being good. 

“Discarded at all. He must not know, not now…”

Luke knew nothing about this. I realized late, very late, that I was hearing about the royal family before the King himself.

My impression must have been noticeable on my face, Michael realized, he came over to reassure me. 

“Don't be afraid. The King doesn't know... What's wrong with that, right?” he laughed nervously. 

I sighed, I was seconds away from hyperventilating. “Why doesn't he know?”

If I thought the punishment for slapping Luke was going to be bad, then keeping secrets from the kingdom was going to be much worse. 

“Hey... hey... “ Michael whispered, I felt my heartbeat increasing its volume second after second. “You needed to know, at least this I had to tell you…”

“There's more?!” I exclaimed, covering my mouth. “Michael, I'm sure there are at least thirty reasons why this is wrong... “

The shaking of my arms was muffled at the touch of his hands. They felt rough but helped to calm me down for a second. 

“I can't tell Luke. I prefer to keep my reasons to myself. But you can…” his closeness was comforting to the extent that he spoke. “You will tell the King.”

I opened my mouth to deny it when the slamming of the door hit Michael. The figure who came in knew we were talking about him the moment he did. 

“Your Majesty," Michael said, "What did you think of Lauxwell?”

I couldn't tell if the cold that flooded the office was coming from a window in the hallway or coming from Luke's presence. His jaw tightened, his cold, sharp gaze fixed on the closeness between Michael and me. I gently slid away from the Duke, leaving a considerable distance. 

“What are you two doing here?” he asked, his attention focused on Michael.

“Your Majesty, you haven't answered my question.”

“Bad, horrible. Lauxwell doesn't... need Gardenstone” Luke responded by interrupting Michael. His words were like knives. “Now respond.”

I saw Michael out of the corner of my eye. I forgot my panic at the sight of him in his eyes. I was hoping - we were hoping for a clever and quick excuse to get out of his mouth so that we could avoid all possible topics. If Luke found out what we had done with the Maredans - or that he hadn't been working in the greenhouse, or that his parents had been killed... Nothing good could come of this. 

I held the photographs tightly in my crossed hands behind my back, made mere balls of paper into my fists. I didn't know why Michael didn't want to tell Luke what he´d discovered seemed the least logical thing to do, but I was going to keep it a secret and trust his words. I had nothing else to do anyway. 

“We wanted to be alone for a while.”

Michael responded. The silence lasted for millennia. 

“It is a crime to lie to the crown, cousin.”

Luke still didn't look at me, my presence had never bothered him so much.

“It's true," I said. “We needed to talk alone about the job and the place was lonely.”

I didn't lie, it was true. My hands began to sweat between the photographs. 

A more unsure, choppy sigh came from Luke. He heaved aside, leaving the path clear. 

“Out, then.”

I left the office first, Michael walked behind me. Luke held him at the door with one hand.

“Thank me for not telling Ashton about this... it's not wise for you to get into trouble with two kingdoms, cousin.”

Michael swallowed his saliva at the... Warning?

Luke let him go, following him at every step like a prey. 

“Oh, another thing," we turned to Luke's voice, he was speaking to his cousin but loud enough for his words to reach my ears. “Send a woman... the prettiest one you can find. Lauxwell stressed me out a lot. I'll wait in my quarters.”

I wasn't surprised at all.

¥

Lidia was across the room holding my sleeping clothes when I came in, throwing the crumpled pictures on my bed as I closed the door. 

“Amberly...what happened? The girls in the kitchen say a lot of things.”

I fell in the middle of the bed carelessly crushing the pictures. The stress and tension of moments before were just a few moments away from flooding me. 

“Ask, do it,” I muttered covering my face with both hands. 

I felt a weight next to me. Lidia was sitting on the bed, her facial expression full of doubt.

“They said that His Majesty King Luke found you and the Duke in King Robert's office, may he rest in peace.”

I rested my elbows on the bed, raising my head a little to look Lidia in the eyes. 

“It is true, but we didn't do anything wrong," I said quickly, feeling her relief. “I would never do such a thing to you, Lidia.”

She nodded with a sideways smile. 

“I wouldn't blame you, I'd be crazy not to prefer a princess to a maid," she raised a hand in silence when I wanted to protest. “Wait, there's more. One of the girls is dating one of the guards who accompanied Her Majesty on her trip to Lauxwell. She said nothing happened between him and Her Majesty Lauren. Pure business.”

"Lauxwell doesn't... need Gardenstone," Luke had said. Maybe it was true, it was nothing but business. 

“How nice," I replied, rejoining the bed. “I... it's…” 

Lidia gave me the clothes to sleep with a chuckle. 

“You don't have to answer everything, not now. Take a breath, Amberly, you need a distraction…”

Someone knocked on the door. I forgot the situation I was in for a moment. 

“There it is, just in time." Lidia laughed as she walked to the door. “I promise to entertain your lover as much as I can. Use what I gave you.”

I looked at the garment in my hands, it wasn't my sleeping clothes. A mint silk dress with a "V" neckline was what was in place. I whispered a "Thank you" to Lidia in an act of complicity. 

¥

Ashton's fingers cautiously untangled from my hair as we parted for air. I brought my right hand to the cheek of the black hair who sank into the caress, putting a genuine smile on my face, I barely could see his.

The moonlight above us added certain intimacy. The flowers and trees around the blanket we placed on the lawn covered more than we expected. 

I was straddling him. My dress and his dark green suit without so many wrinkles- worth mentioning. I ran my index finger across the bridge of his nose, Ashton closed his hazel eyes.

“I like your nose..." my finger stopped over his mouth gently. “And those naughty lips of yours…”

He laughed, even with his eyes closed. One of his hands caressed my partially uncovered back, an electric sensation ran through my whole body. 

“It would be a pity if my features were unpleasant for my future queen…”

I returned my hand to my lap, my hunched posture changed to the right, and my smile... My whole face was unemotional because of the impact of his words. 

Ashton noticed the tension that slipped through my body, opened his eyes, and straightened his posture, both hands embracing my waist. 

“Wouldn't you like it, Amberly? To be the queen of Lauxwell?” he whispered in my ear, a warm and sensual tone. “I´m dying to see you on a throne beside me.”

I burst out laughing nervously. The closeness of our faces barely allowed me to hide the surprise.

I´d thought about it, I knew that the talk would come eventually, especially with so many unserious political conversations on previous dates.

Did I want to be the queen of Lauxwell, to leave my place in Maredale and Gardenstone to reign alongside Ashton? 

“I... there are so many things I want to do…”

“To be an ambassador for Maredale here, for example?” he asked amusingly. “Please, we both know the position is too small for you.”

“But it's mine.”

His face - his beautiful face - was stiffened by my words. He blinked twice trying to process what I had said and spoken before giving me a chance. 

“Yes, and so did your title of Princess. You can move up in that case, to be Queen.”

“I'm a princess because my mother has a kingdom, Ash," I interrupted, he didn't like it. “Being an ambassador I got it, I did, and you encouraged me.”

“I did, but I didn't expect you to be in an office your whole life," he said. “Or do you expect Luke to promote you to 'something else'? Is that it?”

The abrupt change in attitude caused me to get up without warning, Ashton imitated me. I looked for warmth in his eyes, a sign that he didn't mean all this. 

“Answer me, Amberly," he spoke loudly, "Do it.”

I took his face in both hands, it was beginning to boil with anger. 

“What's wrong with you?” My concern went unchecked. “Of course I don't want Luke to do that, if it were up to him I'd go down from my post to... pick up dirt from his horses.”

“This is no time for jokes. You don't want to be the queen of Lauxwell but Gardenstone sounds more appealing?”

I put my hands on his chest. I convinced myself and hoped that decreasing our distance would stop whatever we were doing. 

“What does Gardenstone have to do with this? It's not even an option.”

He walked away from me, there was no warmth in him anymore. His eyes were glowing with a challenge. 

“What's an option for you, then? Luke?” he continued, speaking quickly, angry in all his glory. “It seems so. He almost slit his beloved cousin's throat for finding you together in the office.”

The air got stuck in my chest, Luke had said he wouldn't tell Ashton. Unless he had regretted it.

“I heard, Amberly. Everyone in the palace knew about your impromptu meeting.”

I felt pain in my chest, I had never seen him like this before... at least not with me. I had to fix it. Something in all this was wrong, I just didn't know-how. 

“It wasn't what you think, nothing happened…” I stepped forward, he didn't flinch. “I can't explain to you what was happening because even I don't understand it.”

“And that's not suspicious? You expect me to believe that they were talking innocently?” He laughed mockingly. “Over the mountains! No one in a million years would settle for that.”

I let go of the air I was holding back. Something in me... no- my cowardice wanted to explain everything and cry. But inside, deep inside me, there was fear, and there was also something in me that was asking me to make things right for once. 

That "something" fired the fear, or put it to sleep for a second, and left me with that princess who couldn't put a zipper on her mouth. 

“You'll have to. Listen, I don't plan to be an ambassador all my life... crown or not, caring for and protecting my kingdom comes first and I will do it at all costs. You told me to take a chance and I did. These are the consequences.”

He was silent, watching like an emerald owl from the darkness. 

“I have to go, I won't leave Lidia up late," I bowed. “See you, your majesty.”

I turned around, holding back the desire to go back in time and stay in the caresses of a while ago. 

“Amberly," he called, I turned around again. He kept that dominant air. “Answer my question.”

I sighed, I wanted to move but my feet were stuck in my position. 

“Although I am flattered by your proposal, I cannot give you an answer. Not today. Not after... this.”

I waited for him to say something, to forgive me- that he would run quickly behind me and turn us in circles as he kissed my face. 

It didn't happen. 

[princess-fuckrosa]

Hey! Considering I am the first one here, can I request a long scenario with Seven who has little self-confidence and in serious need of some confirmation about his looks?

Hi, thank you, this is such a cute request! Hooray, you’re the first one!!! :D And to be honest, he IS so good looking, I don’t know how can he think anything else. Anyway, I hope you’ll like it!

Character: Seven (Mystic Messenger)Summary: Seven needs a little ego boost, and MC is right here to make that happen!Warnings: NoneAuthor’s note: -Word count: 798

Another day went by, hectic and spontaneous as always, and after a short break, while he grabbed a bag of Honey Buddha chips, Seven leaned down to the sofa. It was time to check on the chat as he felt somehow empty since he finished all of his tasks for the day. But as soon as he logged into the chatroom, he felt something completely different. He saw your name and the spark of excitement rushed through his body. Oh, he felt so lonely without you.There were other members logged in the chatroom. Besides the two of you, Yoosung and Zen were there, and Jaehee appeared soon after him. He scrolled back to see what you guys were up to: besides Yoosung ranting about Lolol, and Zen bragging about his new role again, there was nothing really interesting that could have caught his eyes. But Jaehee just sent a picture of Zen with his abs out again and with a perfect face with perfect hair, and Seven felt a little pain in his chest.He was not jealous. Or, okay, maybe he was a little. But who wouldn't be jealous over Zen? Besides, he was jealous before, and this was a different feeling. He saw you compliment the picture in the chatroom, and although he knew you were just generally kind and caring, he couldn't help himself feel bad about it. Yeah, of course, he sent a funny picture of himself, wearing a cosplay or something, and you said that it was hilarious, and yeah, of course, it was hilarious. But if he would send you a picture as Zen did before so many times, would you compliment him as well? Or not just you, anyone? It never happened before, even though he never tried it for real. Except for that one when he sent a picture of himself wearing that blonde wig, and everyone started to brant about how beautiful Rika was. That one, that went extremely well.He started to feel worse and worse, so out of the blue, he turned on the camera on his phone and took a selfie while he made some goofy face and sent it to the group without any context. Unfortunately, Zen sent a gorgeous selfie at the same moment too and seeing his beautiful face below his own, suddenly he felt the urge to delete his picture. He almost did, as being a hacker he could actually do that, but Yoosung already asked something about it, and it would be so embarrassing to delete it after that... Unless...UNLESS HE COULD DELETE HIS COMMENT TOO, MUHAHAHA.He almost did that, but then he saw you sent a message too."Wow Seven, you look so good!"He blinked for a few seconds staring at the screen, and he started to type a reply like "Yeah, Zen's face is almost angelic" when in the back of his mind a voice reached out to him.You meant him, not Zen.OH FUCK, YOU REALLY COMPLIMENTED HIM, NOT ZEN.He quickly tried to brush it off like "Yeah, Zen's glory just shined enough to make an illusion like that lolololol", because immediately he thought: why would think that? Unless it was a joke? It had to be a joke.But then, you sent another message: "No, seriously, you are very handsome."Now that's when he started sweating. He is what? Handsome? And you still talking about him? Why?Besides everyone's confused questions (Zen freaked out why you didn't say a word about him, Jaehee didn't understand your sudden storm of compliments, and Yoosung was just confused about the whole situation), you continued to praise him, and for a minute, he was still in shock.And then BAMM - he was logged out. His mind was blank and his heart was racing as he rushed to the bathroom. He needed a long, steamy shower to think about the whole situation, but it didn't get any better. Why did you say things like that? It felt good, of course, but he didn't believe them. He even made that awful face for the fun, and you said he is handsome!I didn't make any sense. Seven dropped himself on the sofa again, and he felt an urge to check back into the chatroom, but before he could even consider that even further, his phone started to vibrate. It was you, and he hesitated before he picked up.'Why did you disappeared from the chat? Are you alright?' you asked worriedly. Seven took a deep breath before he answered your question.He was still in shock - how could someone like YOU think that HE is handsome? But somehow, the fact that from all people, you called him handsome... It made him feel so much better.

[queen-scribbles]

Author Questions

Tagged by @greyias, just gonna open tag to inflict on authors in general. :D

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Author Name: queen-scribbles(or queen_scribbles on AO3)

Fandoms You Write For: Oof, let’s see... Dragon Age, Pillars of Eternity, SWtOR/KotOR, PfKm, every once in a very great while some Mass Effect pops in there. 

Where You Post: AO3 and tumblr, but there’s a bunch of old stuff on dA and FFnet as well.

Most Popular One-Shot: According to AO3 stats(both hits and kudos), Third Time’s the Charm, which is just a huge ego boost; for my first fic in a fandom to be my most popular. (It has 938 hits, I’m screaming)

Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story: That’s really hard to determine, bc some things are only on FFN/dA, some are here, some are here, dA, and AO3, but I THINK Of Wardens and Pariahs? I feel like that’s definitely more popular than the Rahna Tabris longfics

Favorite Story You Wrote: Goood, don’t make me pick between my babies, that’s just mean. D: Um, OWaP is always going to have a special place in my heart bc I love Alex and getting to co-write something with her makes me super happy(also, I just. Adore our kids. They’re so great, individually and together and call me an extremely biased mother-in-law, but Harvey is hands down my favorite Warden in the Dragon Age fandom. /ahem I’ll stop gushing now)

BUT I also love Moorings Lost and Found and TTtC and all my Brykar and Spy Nerds and Telara and Ederity and the Babies’ oneshots and just /SIGH

Gun to my head, if I had to pick something I solo authored, Moorings for multichapter bc I’m damn proud of it, and Certain as the Sun or A Pirate’s Life for Me for oneshot bc both of them are just super fun fluff with two of my favorite pairings to write.

Story You Were Nervous to Post: Drifting Roads, bc Jowan-as-Inquisitor is super niche, also it’s like 75-85% in the Fade, which is a huuuuge writing weakness for me when it comes to Dragon Age. But it’s getting kudos! And I have a couple comments! So apparently multichapter Jowan-as-Inquisitor fics do have an audience :D :D :D

How Do You Choose Your Titles: Luck and prayer which is ironically a good title itself. /s It’s usually a word/phrase/concept that pops up throughout the work for oneshots. Longer things it’s maybe an over-arching concept. Drifting Roads is from a verse in the Chant of Light about the Fade, so it felt appropriate, that’s an exception to how I usually do it.

Do You Outline: Almost never for oneshots, sometimes for multichapter. Definitely for OWaP. OWaP each chapter gets an outline in addition to there being one for the overarching story

Complete: Um. A lot? Definitely over 200(WOW), maybe over 300 if we count prompt fills? Idk, there’s too many sites to go through and count everything.

In-Progress: OWaP and Roads, for things I’ve posted. I did start working on and outline that Brykar longfic I keep talking about, but I wanna get to a point where I could more consistently work on it before posting any. Also, it y’know. Needs a title. /cough

Coming Soon: There’s a Jastian oneshot I have about 75% written, and I wanna get out another chapter of Roads this month and OWaP before end of September. ALSO I have a couple memory prompts still sitting in my inbox I really need to write(Risu, I’m sorry, Emiri is not chatty for some reason)

Do You Accept Prompts: Always. Both when I’ve reblogged a prompt list or if there’s just something random you want to ask about for a given muse.

Upcoming Story You Are Most Excited to Write: All the multichapter stuff; Roads, OWaP, and I really, really wanna work more on that Brykar thing, man. It’ll be SO COOL.

[opisasodomite]

3, 8 and 17

I swear I picked the right time for an ask meme, I usually never get anything lol. I need to time my posts better 😝So yeah:3: Talk about the person you've had the most intense romantic feelings for.Uggghhhh it’s Act.So, my current boyfriend of 2.5 years now is a giant nerd, an extremely talented digital and traditional artist, and huge history and video game nerd.We met on OkCupid literally a day after I remake my account and were like a 97% match. We proceed to stalk each other’s page (while chatting simultaneously) over the next month and answer almost every question under the sun. This gets to the point that we become a 99% match 😂But anyways, we start “dating” in June of 2015, but it’s long distance and we’d never met yet: he’s from Thailand, and at that point was home for summer break, and during the year goes to school in Georgia. While I was living in Florida up until this summer. I finally visit him, which starts a series of constant 6 hour drives to see him over the next year, and every time we just hang out, make out, watch Futurama, play video or board games, and go out to the same three restaurants lol.He’s really sweet and I swear has no mean bones in his body. He’s shooting for a game industry job, and we’ve had talks about our future tho nothing is certain when he’s entering a difficult and competitive field, plus is an immigrant as well. He is prone to tangents on art, art history, asking for history lectures from me, having the sense of humor of a 7 year old (no offense when you read this Act) and does wonderful copies of classic oil paintings. Also languages: he obsessed over linguistics, and is in the process of teaching me Thai. (He himself is more or less native fluency in English and Thai due to Magic, but it’s fair to share and we wanted our own way to communicate privately since we aren’t good at french, a lot of people speak Spanish, and well, I’m gonna have to meet the parents eventually lol)Basically: I love him 👬❤️8: Talk about the thing you are most proud of.I wrote this research paper for my African history course, essentially challenging the idea of a pre-modern trans-Saharan slave trade, and my professor (an unforgettable and wonderful Ghanaian man who penned an open letter to his country demanding rights for gay people, so true ally status) wanted to PUBLISH IT. It wasn’t until years later that I understood I’d written a “historiography” (history of history) paper but wow that was an ego boost 😃Also, fun fact, I ripped one historian a new one because his argument for the existence of black slavery in ancient Carthage was... Black skulls in Carthaginian cemeteries. That was all the evidence he provided. He added no supporting textual sources, no archaeological data supporting that these black skulls were the remains of slaves, nothing. So I accused him and historians of applying an ahistorical racialization of slavery that made no sense in the context of the ancient world.In other words: because he saw black remains, that means they were slaves because obviously the only reason black people existed in (North) Africa was slavery....🙄🙄🙄17: Talk about someone you want to be friends with.Very relevant to my last question: there’s another TA in the history department who’s a local, wanted to go into African history as a PhD (like I did before deciding on an MA instead) studied abroad in Tanzania, and is super sweet.All the TAs are cool tbh.Also this is cheesy af but I low key wanna befriend most of my mutuals lol.Thanks for asking :D

[fanfictionlive]

Victim of identity theft and stalking in FF.net

I've been stalked and harassed by a troll for over a year now. In that time, he's used both my username and real name to leave bad reviews on stories that he doesn't like not just on FF.net but on other fanfic sites.

This is IDENTITY THEFT! It's illegal for a reason. This isn't trolling anymore, this is outright criminal behavior.

Here are some of his recent reviews in response to me placing a warning on my profile:

Arturo Rivera:Ego booster? Wow I didn't know you m* to people boosting your own ego! Trololololol

I love the fact you cared enough to change your bio to show you don't care what I do and insult me when you actually do care and are salty about what I'm doing!

Let me repeat a point that shows you are angry and do care what I do: You made a change to your bio just to let people know about me~! That's so sweet of you for cari g about a random internet troll, d*! Trolololololol

What next? You gonna update your bio again to include how I insulted you in this recent review, big baby? Trololololol

I relish in the fact that you keep responding in any way to me makes me the winner of these disputes since you keep acknowledging my existence! Trololololololol! :D

Even a person with a mental deficiency should know not to respond to trolls who take pleasure in knowing they got the person to respond to them in any form.

Sorry for repeating myself in this review, but I think I need to repeat what I'm getting at since you have a mental deficiency. Trololololol

And another one:

Arturo Rivera:Oh. My. GOD!

You actually modified your Fanfiction account! XD

I was just joking about you changing it and you actually changed it! XD

Nice to see that you like responding to trolls! Trolololololololol

How can I get this maniac to stop?

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Blog post #2

One of the things we talked about in class this week were distorted self-evaluations. There are many different types of distorted self-evaluations such as obsolete information, distorted feedback, perfectionism and social expectations. For example with obsolete information, in my life I have never been a good test taker. I have always struggled with taking tests starting at such a young age, one of the reason being I do not think that a test determines how “smart” you are, or how much information you actually know. I think tests only determine how much you can memorize, but little of that information do people actually obtain if they are just trying to pass an exam. Time after time, studying so hard for exams, late nights, early mornings, constantly going over information to make sure I knew it, just to get a D or an F on an exam really messed with me into thinking that I was always going to be a bad test taker no matter how hard I actually tried or not. I took a couple different approaches at first when I started to really realize it. First I started to take a different approach to studying by trying different ways to study for different subject and that did not really work because I was still getting the same grades that I had been getting before and nothing had really changed. I was frustrated with that and figured that since I was never going to be good at test taking no matter how hard I work or how much effort I put into studying, then why bother even studying in the first place if the outcome in the end is just going to be the same? And this is obsolete information. After trying this, it completely backfired in my face because I did EVEN WORSE than I was doing before, which I didn’t think was even possible, especially when getting an F. Usually when I got F’s on exams they were in the 50-59% range, but not studying had my exams in the 30-49% which, an F is still an F but seeing my F’s get even lower made me more frustrated because at least when I studied I would be close to a D. Then my last approach was that I went back to trying to study different ways for different classes, but actually study. Meaning that I would go to an area with a white board and go alone so none of my friends could distract me, and turn off my phone while I was studying and only use it on my 5-10 minute study breaks and I was slight improvement in my exam which made me happy, but sometimes still makes me think that I am STILL an awful test taker, and always will be because I did not see that much of an increase on exams. For an example with perfectionism, I have plenty. Growing up and even now, I would get down on myself sometimes about stuff that I either could or could not control, but made me who I am. We all get some traits from our mom or dad that make people say “wow you and your mom have the same _____”. Well, I got my teeth from my dad, and my dad does not have bad teeth at all, but I have always seen all these people on either social media or around school that have these perfect white teeth, and I always wonder why I have to get stuck with these not so white big front teeth of mine. I try and embrace it because in reality, my teeth are not really THAT big, but in my head I compare myself to people with “perfect” teeth and then wonder to myself why I cannot have “perfect” teeth. Another example would be the way my body looks. I have always known that I am a little curvy, and I have always loved my body for that, but when I see on social media these “perfect” girls with curvy bodies, yet flat stomachs, I always wonder why that can’t be me, or why can I just eat whatever I want and still look like that? We all have a different idea in our head of what the real definition of “perfect” is or what it looks like, and we all feel like this and compare ourselves to these “perfect” people with “perfect” lives when in reality, perfect doesn't even exist, and it never will. For an example with distorted feedback is not actually about me, but about someone that I used to be really good friends with. I used to know this girl in middle school and her self esteem and confidence was always shot down by her mother. As a young girl, living in a household with someone who is constantly going to bring you down, and bully you will not have a good impact on you while growing up, and in the future. Parents, loved ones, or people you are just close too, should always be trying to boost your ego, not bring it down. For her, to have her ego destroyed at such a young age, when people would compliment her, or like her for who she was, she could never believe it because she had heard the opposite her whole life. She was then confused why all these nice people at school were saying all these really nice things to her and boosting up ego, but her own mother would bring it back down the second she walked in the house after school. Sometimes the people that you think should have a positive impact on your life and should be helping you grow as you grow, could actually harm your growth and have negative impact on you, like my friends mom did to my friend. Lastly, an example of social expectations is again not about me, but about another friend. My friend from high school used to always get A’s and B’s on his exams, which his parents never seen as an accomplishment because he should be getting A’s and B’s anyway. But when his sister gets A’s and B’s, his parents congratulate her and see it as an accomplishment because she is not as “Smart” as her brother is. If they are both receiving A’s and B’s, why is one’s seen as an accomplishment and the others not just because one gets them more than the other? My friend worked hard for his A’s and B’s, but just because he always got them, they weren’t seen as accomplishments in the eyes of his parents.