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Hiraeth IV

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader

Summary: You had always been his, and no one could take you away from him. Idol!AU

Warnings: Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Slight age gap, Murder intention, Mention of death, Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: back from the grave :>

Masterlist, Hiraeth III

Seven years ago, United States of America

“You saw him last night,” your therapist repeated gently when you paused to breathe. Your eyes watered, remembering the dream- no, the nightmare you had last night. It had been almost two years since you last saw any of them, since you last saw any remnants of your past.

It had been two years, yet one dream of him managed to shatter your progress. One dream of his sorrowful eyes managed to break you. And you hated it. You hated him. You hated yourself for not being stronger.

He was just a figment of your imagination, memories manifesting themselves through your subconscious- and sadly, that was enough to make you crumble.

You reminded yourself that Seokjin was just that- someone from your past.

“And how did that make you feel?”

You looked up at her with tears in your eyes, “Terrified,” you whispered shakily, wrapping your hands tighter around yourself. “He terrifies me.”

She regarded you over her eyeglasses for a moment, her hands posed to write on her list of all the things that were wrong about you. “You still think he killed your father,” she said with a matter-of-fact tone.

And you answered merely with anger in your eyes.

You ran.

Of course you ran again. You weren’t strong enough to stay, and even if you were, there was no place in your heart for him. Not when it still hurt looking at him. Not when every time you look into his eyes, you were brought back to that day when he died. Not when you were reminded of that day, not when your desperation and misery were resurfacing every time he was near.

Not when a part of you blamed him for the tragedy of the only family you had.

This was exactly why you left.

This was why you ran so far that you left the only home you knew, and why you left him standing there alone with his head bowed down.

“The faster you get the owner to sign, the faster you can return here,” your boss replied from over the video chat, excitement apparent in his voice once you finished your presentation. You included other restaurants that you visited with Jungkook, even going as far as underselling Seokjin’s business. You even didn’t mention that he was the owner, respecting his privacy.

And yet, your boss who wasn’t even paying you enough to face your nightmare, chose his restaurant. It was just your fucking luck, you thought.

“Boss, I really think that the first option is better-“

He squinted his eyes at you as though he was looking right through your bullshits. You knew his restaurants was the best among the choices. Objectively speaking, choosing him would benefit your company the most. Even without his named connected to the store, it was already performing better than the others. You wondered that what height of success it would reached once people knew that the Kim Seokjin owned it? You knew that. Yet, you were only human and as such, you couldn’t help but be affected by your emotions, to be subjective when success was merely one signature away.

“The faster you can return here, the sooner you’ll get your promotion which is already being processed. The only thing missing is my signature. And I did promise you I will sign, the promotion is yours- as soon as you get the owner to sign.”

This was a draining meeting and an even more exhausting day. You didn’t think you slept at all last night, and you left his house early morning like a common thief, moving so quietly and taking the things you considered essential with you. You just really wanted to breathe, to be think without his intoxicating presence clouding your mind.

“I know you can do this. I trust no one but you.”

Of course you knew you could. The question lied whether you would survive this, whether you would survived him.

Those were his parting words before he ended the call. Had this been anyone else, literally anyone else, you would have been on top of this. You were a professional and damn good with your job. This shouldn’t be any different…right?

In fact, this should have been easier because you knew him. You knew Kim Seokjin. Except that you couldn’t be any more wrong. You didn’t know the other half of him, the sinister, selfish and dark side of him.

The coffee shop was now swarming with people as the day approached midmorning. Ever since you left his house, you were here quietly working, doing anything to take your mind off that kiss…off of him. Yet, every time you closed your eyes, your mind went to him. You could still feel his lips on yours, could still feel the warmth of his hands as he cradled you so close to him, could still feel how truly powerless you were when it came to him. If you were going to be completely and utterly honest, you could still feel how hard your heart was beating that moment. He was a force to be reckoned with. He was then, and still was, bigger than life. It was truly unfair how he grew old to be even more perfect and dashing than he was when you were younger. And what you hated the most was how he could still fucking affect you as though you were still that young girl who followed him around. And look what he reduced you to, a coward who ran when he was at his weakest.

You sighed before turning to look at the window to your right, only to be met with who seemed to be the lead rapper and main dancer of the group, Jung Hoseok. He was wearing a disguised, only his eyes could be seen and he was apparently looking at you with urgency in his eyes. His body was huffing in exhaustion as though he had been running around.

He did not waste anymore time as he entered the coffee shop and went to you, his hand immediately encircling your wrist as though to ensure that you could no longer run.

“You have to come with me.”

“What? Why?” Your brows furrowed at the seriousness on his face. You were aware that he was the sunshine of the group, that he was the light of the group. You would be living under a rock if you didn’t know of him. This was the reason why it confused you why he suddenly seemed…angry. Or why he looked to be moving with utmost urgency.

You could feel people looking at you with curiosity, and it wouldn’t be long before someone recognized him. He knew it. And you knew it. Hoseok was taking advantage of the fact that he bet you wouldn’t want to make a scene, and thus he was able to take you in his car without much of a fight.

He maneuvered the car expertly, his eyes focused on road. He was the perfect picture of calmed and composed if not for the way he gripped the steering wheel. Amongst all the members, he was probably the least you had interaction with which was precisely why how he was acting confused the hell out of you. He was acting as though you had personally offended him, as though what you did was close to becoming unforgivable.

Which brought you once again to this question: what did you do to him?

“What is this all about?” You asked him in a barely restrained contempt. You didn’t bode well with being dragged out of an establishment by a man you barely knew, and his silence was not doing him any good but to piss you. It was a good thing you weren’t a sensitive person for how could you grow up to be one when you were being constantly rejected by Seokjin. He was running and pushing you away at least three times a day that you almost felt bad for him. Almost.

But this man beside you was driving you nuts

You thought he wouldn’t answer as he only chuckled without any emotions, his eyes cold as he glanced briefly at you.

“Do you know what you’ve done to him? Do you have any idea what you’re doing to my hyung?” He asked conversationally as if his words weren’t meant to be knives to you.

“Wha-“

“Put on your seatbelt,” he ordered harshly, looking at you with coldness in his eyes. “As much as I hate how you made him a mess, I know you getting hurt would messed him up further.”

“What are you talking about?!”

“You’ll see.”

Hoseok left you with no choice but to follow him, his steps brisk as he entered the Hybe building with obvious familiarity. After numerous turns, he stopped in front of a door. You heard crashes of something heavy and corresponding grunts of men struggling before you even saw him. Hoseok turned to you with coldness in his eyes before he even opened the door. And what you saw was your usually strong Jin reduced to a mess of a man. His eyes were hallow, his hair a mess as he struggled against the hold of Namjoon and Jungkook who were trying their best to contain him. Your mouth hanged agape as you took him in and the chaos that he seemed to have caused to the what you thought was once a pristine room: chair thrown across the room, devices swept off of the table, decorations askew as though they suffered from violence. He still hadn’t looked at you, still hadn’t taken notice of your presence and you didn’t know why you were glad for it.

“Hyung, stop it! You’re hurting yourself!” Jungkook pleaded, yet it was as though he wasn’t heard. Jin’s eyes were unfocused as he struggled with the hold the two men had on him, his eyes determined.

“P-Princess- I have to find her,” he mumbled incoherently as he tried to push them away.

You stepped back albeit unconsciously as though it was your mind telling you to run from this…to run from him. But you didn’t go far. You felt J-hopes hands on your shoulders, effectively preventing you from leaving.

“Where are you going?” He asked with a low voice. “Why can’t you look at what you’ve done to him?”

“I didn’t do anything to him!” You hissed at him, struggling to get away from him, only for it to draw attention to you. Namjoon was the first to notice you and he looked both alarmed and relieved by your presence. “Fix this,” Hoseok ordered you coldly.

He smiled before stepping you near to where Jin was. “I found her, hyung,” he announced gently to the man you almost couldn’t recognized. “You need to calm down now, okay? We still need to go to our shoot, hyung.”

Jin blinked his eyes before he focused on you, his body immediately relaxing upon seeing you. Yet, your eyes weren’t on him. Instead, they focused on the nondescript bottle of medicine beside him. The orange bottle looked to be almost empty. You didn’t know why it seemed to be something important, but you couldn’t help wondering…What was that?

Namjoon’s eyes widened when he saw where your eyes were and in a blink of an eye, he snatched the container and pocketed it away from your prying eyes. However, even Namjoon’s quick reflexes were not able to stop that image from being engraved in your mind. Was Seokjin…sick?

“P-princess?” Seokjin called for you, disbelief evident in his voice. He pushed their hands away from him, his sole focus on you. He stood up immediately, his long limbs carrying him. He looked as disheveled as he felt when he thought you left him again.

You couldn’t moved. It was as though you were rooted to the ground, waiting for the inevitable. You felt his arms wrapped around you like a child scared to part with you, he was trembling as he held you to him. However, his voice was dark as he whispered to you.

“Don’t leave? Please? Never leave me again. Never disappear without saying a word again. Please. I don’t know what I’ll do if you leave.”

“Something is clearly very wrong with that boy,” Seokjin’s father muttered lowly as he watched his only son talked to you in the garden.

It was Jin’s birthday and like every year, the family threw a party for their beloved son. He was perfect, they thought. He got good grades, was sporty, obedient, independent, and showed promising intelligence when it came to their company. See, he was perfect in theory. However, the older Kim couldn’t help but noticed his strange dependence on you. It wasn’t…normal, he thought.

You weren’t supposed to be here. In fact, you had an exam tomorrow and as a fourteen year-old girl, you took your studies seriously. However, Jin didn’t take your absence from his birthday lightly. Upon hearing that you wouldn’t be able to make it, it was as though he lost his smile and what took over was an expressionless face. He didn’t know how, but Seokjin was able to make several calls and lo and behold, your exam was rescheduled.

Even at his age, a ripe eighteen year-old young man, he excluded power and he wasn’t afraid to use it and his charms to get what he wanted.

“Don’t say that, honey,” Mrs. Kim chided him gently, a frown on her face as she watched her son smiled genuinely for the first time tonight. “He’s just…close with her.”

“Honey, he’s eighteen years old now. He shouldn’t act like he did just because she wasn’t near him. You know that,” he said gently, looking into his wife’s eyes with concern. “It’s not normal. His need for her isn’t normal.”

Mrs. Kim placed her tea on the table with a light thud, “Our son is perfect. There’s nothing wrong with him,” she replied in defiance.

Perhaps, if she accepted what was apparent that time, Kim Seokjin wouldn’t turn out to be evil living in the body of an angel.

Tip Jar

Hiraeth V

[aliaology]

NOW THAT WE DONT TALK

summary: yn makes it to michigan with her friend sabrina, shockingly, reconnecting with old friends and also bumping into bad memories.

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you felt weird, the stares of others pouring heavily onto your body. you didn’t like it, the feeling, whatsoever. the crowd parted as you walked into the house. the memories from this house flooded through your mind, from running to your room away from jack, to even skinny dipping with him in the lake.

you watched cole leap up and made his way to you, leaving a very uncomfortable jack and trevor behind. "bells! you made it" he grinned.

the shorter boy threw his arms around you in happiness. "hey coley, i told you i'd be here" you smiled, hugging him back.

"i know but it's just, unreal! i haven't seen you in forever!" he smiled.

you frowned. "im sorry cole, ive been really busy in toronto and it doesn't help that i feel so out of place in michigan now.." you trailed off.

"dont sweat it, bells. im just glad you're here" he smiled at you. "how long are you staying here for?" he asked.

"well— sab leaves tomorrow, im staying to get my dorm situated back at umich" you told. cole nodded.

"get lunch with me tomorrow then? i want to catch up" you just nodded before hearing your name get called. looking behind you, you see some of jack's teammates.

jack's teammates, john marino and nico hischier always liked you. hell, you still talked to them to ask how games went and just how they were.

"ill talk to you later coley" you grinned.

cole nodded and went back to trevor and jack. trevor held a sour look on his face while jack looked pissed. you grabbed sab’s arm and brought her with you to john and nico.

"hi johnny, hi nico" you smiled at them, giving them each hugs once you got to them. "its been awhile." you added.

"seriously, a long time. have you been in toronto the entire time?" john asked.

you nodded. "yeah, i moved in with my brother. im with him for just two more weeks until i move into my new apartment." you smiled.

"really? where you moving to?" nico asked.

"new york, actually." you grinned. "maybe ill drive over to nj and pop in."

nico grinned, "i'd be careful with that one, y/n. i cant lie, jacks been in a little bit of a twist since your song came out." he spoke.

john nodded. "more standoff-ish, but he had it coming.”

you heard sab snort from behind you, causing you to grin along. "sorry its just— one of my songs ends with ‘he had it coming’ and it reminded me of that.” sabrina spoke.

"its okay— how have you both been?” nico asked. you looked at sabrina with a hesitation glint in your eyes. she just sent you a nod.

“ive been— okay? uhm, just a lot going on currently. very stressed i dont know— i just cant wait to get back to umich.” you explained.

“and i have to go back to LA tomorrow so i have to soak my time up with my girl.” sabrina grinned, tossing an arm around your neck.

"uh oh— warning, trevor is on his way over.” john said, bringing his cup to his mouth to quiet his words before taking a sip of whatever alcoholic drink he had.

you tensed up slightly, not turning your head, you kept close to sabrina.

"what up guys, how you enjoying the party? cole's wondering." trevor faked a smile.

"oh, very fun if i do say so myself." sabrina sarcastically spoke.

you nudged her slightly, elbowing her in the side. she sent you a glare, basically stating ‘cut the shit.’

trevor sarcastically smiled. "well isn't that just peachy? anyone here finding someone to go home with tonight? i know it shouldn't be too hard for some of you."

you grab nico's drink, sipping it yourself. "maybe— i heard that dixie girl is single, might ask her to go home with me.” you shrugged.

the four guys went completely silent. you coughed, "anyone up for another drink? i think i need to get drunk tonight." and you walked away.

“oh my god” sabrina laughed, immediately going after you.

“fucking bitch”

trevor scoffed, walking away in anger. john and nico looked at each other, wide eyes. "holy shit."

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yap about ur headcanons about the socs pls!!

heheeh okay some misc things about the soc guys that have popped into my head throughout the week (im sorry this is so long)

EDIT: ok ive put it all under the cut bc it got so long but i do yap a little bit about each soc guy so please read hehe :)

Chet

chet and his family moved from california when he was in 3rd grade. his first friend in town was one sodapop curtis on his little league baseball team

his dad is a cop and wants to advance up the ranks, and his mom wants to make sure they keep up their good social standing, so chet was not friends with soda for long

you know those boys in like 5th grade that crack all the dumb jokes, hit all the door frames, and tease every girl "because he likes her"? thats chet and trip

this is inspired by @/sky4cherry iirc but chet does Nawt get attention at home man. his dad is always busy with work and a little mean (yknow how dads are in the 60s) and his mom is always working on the next social function or trying to appease his dad. anyways he is just always at another soc guy's house just to have someone Talk to him

i think he picks up drinking and smoking, and fighting, for a similar reason to bob: he just wants his parents to fucking notice he's doing something wrong. but theyre high enough now in the social and job spaces that they can just wipe any misdemeanors under the rug

i cant decide if chet is an only child, or if he has like 2 siblings that are way older than him. idk

Trip

terrance dipp is The Exasperated older brother ever. bro did Nawt want a little brother sorry melvin.

anyways unfortunately i do think trip is very much a guy's guy. that boy is Not a good boyfriend to marcia unfortunately :(((((( at least by the time we get to their sophomore year/the show

him and chet can not be sat together in class. they will never shut up or stop hitting each other.

chet broke his arm one time in like 6th grade. trip threatens to break it again at least once a month

ive said this before but ill say it again: trip and melvin are just soc steve and ponyboy. trip is so tired of his kid brother being in all his sports and trying to tag along to everything

that being said, he was looking out for melvin so much during the rumble. he knew their mom would kill him if he brought his brother home all beat up, but also he really really didn't want him to get too hurt.

he Always goes to marcia to patch him up after hes been in a fight. (after the rumble though, him and marcia are on the rocks, and hes got melvin to worry about. so he just sneaks melvin home and tries to clean him up before their mom sees. its actually a sweet bonding moment between them i think)

trip lovesssss verbally poking fun at any greaser in school, especially two-bit. after he realizes two-bit likes marcia, his mean jokes become a lot more threatening

(i do love trip i promise i just also think hes kinda a mean guy. you know the kind of rowdy douche bags in high school im talking about. im so sorry ksco and sean jones i promise i love trip kdjfkdjf)

Brill

clark brillstein i'll be so incredibly honest i dont have much in my brain for him :((( i gotta sit and think more

i do think he has one of the better home lives out of the bunch, and hes got his lovely perfect girlfriend, and hes good at sports, and honestly i think he just. gets tired of everyone thinking hes got it so perfect all of the time. i think maybe thats why he likes all the fighting so much

while he is relatively happy with his life rn, hes tired of being doted on like hes perfect. and also sometimes he sees everyone else's lives being so shitty, he feels likes hes got to pick fights to justify him feeling bad about his lot.

Paul

ohhh im gonna have to hold myself back from talking about him forever. he will get his own post at some point aDKFJDKFJK

anyways. paul holden. the messiest and most scared gay kid in the town of tulsa

i think he and bob literally grew up together. like their parents are Old old friends, so paul and bob have always basically been brothers despite a 2/3 ish year age difference (i dont feel like doing the exact math). i think bev's parents are also in this old friend group, so pauls known her forever too

anyways. he was probably the bob of his friend group in his class, which is why nobody really really protested darry being in their group. but i also think that when he was with darry, paul didnt really care about the whole social friend group of things too much.

contrary to popular belief i dont think paul is the friend-group-leader type. idk if that makes sense and i can yap about it more but.

anyways post-darry breakup paul is a fucking mess. hes sad and angry and those fights that darry was always trying to stop feel so damn good. maybe bob and his buddies are on to something, and bob's dad always has a full liquor cabinet

Bob

obviously we know the most about bob and his home life and inner psyche and reasons for fighting and honestly all of it really resonates in my brain. like yea im keeping all of that

bro has charisma to the max. like he has always been the ringleader of the friend group, even in like 4th grade when all the boys started becoming best buddies

he used to be such a mommas boy. before her praise just became so meaningless.

oh ive just had a revelation. he is an angrier and more resigned buddy aldridge from rotpl. his dad is pulling the strings to make sure his precious son is climbing all the right ladders.

the difference here tho is bob realized this earlier, and that started his spiral into fights and drinking and causing problems. he wanted to see what would finally make his dad stop covering and fixing everything for him. he never found that limit

he knows cherry cant stand the drinking, and i do think he does feel bad about ignoring her feelings about it. but his urge to push back against everything and spit in the face of anyone who tries to tell him how he should be just overpowers. and god everything is more fun when hes boozed up

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Vale Vs Siffrin

A @livesworthlivingau Side Story

It was a brisk winter's day, and Siffrin had stabbed Isabeau.

No, that's too late on, let's start earlier.

It was a brisk winter's day, and Siffrin was feeling left out. He'd enjoyed seeing Vale grow, and watching his family fight them had been a personal joy, seeing them close enough to trust each other with their lives. He also knew that it wouldn't be a fair fight if he got involved - not only was he still Level 99, but they'd learned so many new Crafts over their 30 years of life. Even if Vale and Nille stood together, it would be too much. But, they considered to themself, what would it take?

This was how Siffrin wound up challenging the entire family to take him on. "If it's too much", he claimed, "I can ask one of you to sit it out, but I want to try it? I promise, I'm stronger than I look!" had been met with dubious stares, but enough pleading and promising had led Isabeau, Mirabelle, Odile, and yes, Vale and Nille, out to a snowy clearing, at the base of a hillside. The trees of Vaugarde were evergreen but far, but Siffrin estimated with their eyes and smirked.

"Alright! Give it your all, everybody! I know I'm going to!" was met with shared, uncertain glances. One of him, against so many of them?

"[Everything Rocks!]"

Siffrin's new craft banished those looks, as they knelt down and brought a closed fist towards the snowy ground. It was like the ground absorbed the Craft coming from them, and started to answer. A rhythmic, rocking swaying caught everyone off guard, Odile's fall cushioned by the snow and Isabeau stumbling an extra step in surprise, but everyone's footing lost from the shock.

"[And the curtains open…]" "[…Once More!]"

What?!

Vale had shot their fast-blast of paper energy to catch Siffrin off guard, but an open palm from where they were kneeling matched the strike, the two bursts of Craft mingling into nothing in midair! Fortunately, while Vale was staring in surprise, the rest of the group had been busy. Mirabelle's shields wrapped everyone up in warmth like a blanket, and Isabeau's cheering settled in as a balm to the shock of the craft Siffrin had just released. Odile managed to pull herself out of the snow, as Nille defended her and watched in caution, and Siffrin grinned.

"Alright! You believe me now! Let's get this party started!" He announced, to the worry of the crowd - the ground was still shifting under their feet, and they were just getting started?

"[Pat On The Back!]" Their dagger cut twice, one burst of Scissors craft launching its way towards where Isabeau was settling into a different stance, and the other cutting the air in front of them. There was something…Wrong, and then Siffrin stepped through the hole they'd cut in the air, and out the other one, their dagger darting out for a slice on Isabeau.

All hell broke loose.

Isabeau flinched forward, and the unstable ground left him staggering and falling to his hands and knees, but Odile seemed to already come up with a plan. [Slow IV] launched, and thankfully connected, Mirabelle shouted something about piercing through shields and cheating, as she let a [Super Sparkle Heal] wash over the downed Defender. Vale was looking amazed, but recovered for a single uncertain attack of Papercraft, and Nille followed it up with [Rock The House], which seemed to do all the more.

In that it did anything at all.

The strike flinched Siffrin back a step, but for all he was in slow motion it seemed to bring him from 'too fast to react to' to 'the same speed as everyone else'. They recovered in time to pull out their next attack, and Nille cringed at the three bursts of Scissorcraft that shot at her, each one slicing a little deeper until she was knocked out. "[Buy One, Get One Three!]" seemed to still be part of his moves, at least…

As Nille fell back into the snow, eyes unfocused in unconsciousness, Siffrin had only the snow's crunching to warn them of Isabeau's approach. "[SMASH!]" hit him hard enough to nearly knock him down, and Odile's [Rock III] finished the job - and the combined attack seemed to work! The ground stilled its erratic shaking, allowing for everyone to stand normally again.

Mirabelle took the chance to run over to Nille, producing a tonic from among her frills. The fruity taste filled her stomach, and she slowly came to, grunting and confused. Vale was simply guarding, but their eyes narrowed, seeming to see something the others didn't.

"Oh no, we can't have that! [Spread The Love!]" Siffrin called out, and made an all-encompassing gesture with their arms. At first it simply looked like they were hugging air, and t hen a half-circle of Craft squeezed in around them, papercraft knocking into them all and forcing them closer - and taking huge chunks out of Isabeau, Nille falling back to the snow altogether. Even Vale and Odile, who were supposedly strong to it, seemed to wince at the power of the attack, but Odile grinned as she understood. "Mirabelle, try healing us. I think I've figured out his trick." The resulting Super Sour Tonic didn't taste great, but one drink of it seemed to get them all feeling better…Even Siffrin.

"It's like he's part of our party too!" Vale called out in shock, and Odile gave a stern nod. "That's how he's cutting through the shields. They don't protect from party members." Even as Odile was explaining, Isabeau had moved up and started to simply jab at Siffrin, strike after strike going wide until one finally landed true, leaving them grabbing their gut. "Mirabelle, only use the reflection shield!" "I heard you the first time!" She allows, but then gasps.

"[Simply Stabulous] as always, Odile." Siffrin's puns were almost as bad as the sight of their dagger embedded in Isabeau's shoulder, and the blank look in the Defender's eyes as he fell to the cold snow beneath. "But too late, I think. I've gotta say though, it feels GREAT to cut loose again!" They stretched their arms over their head, as though this was simply relaxing and not a terrifying display of force.

"Housemaiden, you're the [Main Character!]" Vale's voice was trembling, but the craft that wrapped her up seemed to draw Siffrin's eyes…and their blade. They nodded in understanding, and watched cautiously, as Odile slowly worked her way around Siffrin, staying out of stab range - as though that meant anything.

"Stalling now? Well, I guess it's my turn again! [Can't Stop The Rock!]" Siffrin's movement returned to its normal, blinding speed, but even as he turned to punch at Odile the Craft was pulled back towards Mirabelle, like a magnet. "Wh-!"

"[Brilliant Reflection Shield!]"

The reflection came up instantly, and Siffrin's eyes went wide as they realized just what was about to happen. Their own attack…! They tried to dodge, but it had all their own speed and impacted, leaving the attempt at a leaping dive turning into being sent ingloriously tumbling through the snow and landing face-down in it. "Blrfh," he opined, emptying his mouth of the snow that had gotten into it to see Isabeau standing tall, and Vale stepping up next to Mirabelle.

"Main Character! Draws your attacks where I want them to. Come on everyone, just one more push!" Vale wasn't sure where this spring of inspiration was coming from, but they weren't about to turn it down, especially not when it got Isabeau moving. "[SMASH!]" came down in a diving attack, but Siffrin's roll through the snow made it miss him.

Most of him.

His cloak got pinned down underneath Isabeau's fist before he could get it free, and Isabeau called out. "NOW! Everyone!" Pinned as he was, Siffrin could only watch as Nille staggered to her feet, and everyone's Craft merged together as it launched forward in a great ball of power.

Jackpot.

The combined strikes blew Siffrin away with their power, sending him flying anew, and Mirabelle gasped as Vale looked uneasy at the motion, but it was Nille who managed to say it. "Maybe that was a little overboard? For just one guy?"

"Not at all!" Siffrin's voice had to shout to reach them, but he seemed to be…fine? Oh, he was staggering slightly, but he'd been blown nearly to the treeline and seemed to suffer less from it than Isabeau had from a single stab! Odile's eyes narrowed, and she read Siffrin's remaining health…Just above half?!

"I yield." "Yeah, me too." Odile first, and then Vale, leaving the rest staring at them in shock. "Well we can't beat them without you?" "Then yield yourself." Mirabelle's worries were answered even more as Siffrin started to run, closing the gap at speeds they found unlikely at best. "…Fine. I Yield." "Yeah…We all do." Isabeau finally answered, and there was a collective sigh.

"Hey!" Siffrin said as they got back to the group, and threw arms around Isabeau and Nille. "That was the best fight I've had in ages! C'mon, let's get back!"

"Siffaroni, has anyone told you you're terrifying?"

"Then why are you blushing~?"

[sora-fish]

IVE BEEN TRYING TO DECIDE HOW TO WORD THIS FOREVER, BUT YAY MORE ISEKAI AU!! This time is Headcanons :333

Mark is actually a decent father figure here!! He works a boring business job that makes him leave town often, but he tries to make do with what he has.

Ashe and Mark moved out of their old house after Ashes mother passed away from sickness, kinda making the two of them distant as they move into a new house and Mark works more and more.

The way Ashe basically brings Dakota, Vynce and William to the real world is finding their respective medias in the new houses attic and bringing them to her room to look at later. Little did she know, this care for these old pieces of media kick started some sort of cool cool magic stuff that brought them to the real world.

How Ashe found out they were now real was finding them fighting in her kitchen while her father was out on a business trip. She may have passed out.

All of the three look more real now, but they still have “design features” from their OG piece of media. For example, Dakota has more action hero physics, Vyncent is 1. And elf and 2. Has just a bag of fucking holding, basically hammer space and William is probably the most obvious with having the 80s tv grime, you know the type where you look at a screenshot and just know it’s from that generation of horror? Yea. That.

William is actually really interested in all the tech stuff that is in the modern world, seeing how it potentially could have grown in his own world.

Vyncent is probably the least easily adjusted to this new world. The game he was apart of really didn’t have any modern cities or technology or anything, literally think baldurs gate. He tried to cast a spell on Dakota once. It didn’t work.

Dakota is probably the hardest to hide from Mark, cause sometimes there is literally text bubbles that appear and Ashe just has to go haha that’s a poster for a project!!!

Over all I love them so so dearly, holding them close to me. They are all so not well adjusted, even Ashe. But that’s obviously when your best friends are fictional characters.

Also, @wardensburrow here!!!! More talking about Isekai AU :]

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Roaring Sea

IV. Good Things

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⋆｡°✩warnings: angst, graphic violence, slight gore (blood), mentions of sickness and getting sick

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“Ivan, you can go ahead and clock out for today,” You say, with your arms deep within the oven, “I do need you all day tomorrow, though. You’ll probably need to close, if that’s okay with you.” 

“Yes ma’am,” You hear him from behind you. He should be satisfied with that, he was rightfully busy with school over the past few months, so he hasn’t got many hours in recently.

The boy proceeds to leave the store after getting half of the tips, and when he opens the door, a gust of cold wind blows in. You immediately start shivering. Even with the many years you’ve lived in Snezhnaya, her cold touch always froze you half to death. 

As the sun started to set, it began to be more dangerous to be outside for any longer than necessary. Your mind begins to wonder about Tartaglia, and how he’s fairing in the biting weather. It had been around 13 hours since he left you earlier that morning, so he must have felt the frostiness of the winter at some point in the day.

You need to stop thinking about him, though difficult, because the mere thought of him makes you anxious. And at this point, you can’t tell whether the anxiousness is from worriment or excitement. So instead, you try to focus your brain on closing your bakery for the day and serving your last customers. 

By the time that the least customer left your bakery, and all of your. closing tasks were finished, it was close to 11:00pm. You sigh as you turn off the lights and head upstairs, locking the door behind you.

You quickly change into some comfortable house-clothes before walking over to the kitchen to heat up the leftover soup that Tartaglia brought the night before. You heat the bowl on the stove and steeping a pot of tea, flipping through pages of a novel while you wait. Eventually, you take your filled bowl and mug over to your sofa, where you begin to eat your meal. 

You stare at the wall opposite you, looking at the vast amounts of pictures and paintings that mounted it. If anyone saw you, they'd be able to tell that something was bothering you. That may have been because of Tartaglia’s absence, or the whole Tartaglia situation itself. You can't tell.

You continue to eat and stare, trying to keep your peace amongst your sea of thoughts. And you do achieve some sort of peace for a few minutes.

That is, until you hear loud noises coming from outside the window of your back room. 

It makes you jump, at first. There’s yelling, and clashing of metal, and even screams. You quickly, yet quietly, make your way to the source of the sound. The back window faces the other side of Snezhnaya.

There isn’t a nice city street to gaze upon, but rather the isolating and barren landscape of the Snezhanayan mountains. You get close to the window, and even with minimal lighting outside, you can see that there are two groups of people having some sort of… battle. 

One group is being cornered against a large, snow-covered rock, while the other, which is much larger in size, approaches them. You realize that the more powerful group is unmistakably a Fatui squad.

There are a few agents, cicin mages, as well as a legionnaire and a vanguard. They’re massive, as well, but they’re forming a protective u-shape around someone. It must be their leader, you think, as the group seemingly follows each meticulous move from the center. You squint your eyes to get a better look at the group causing so much noise, but the darkness outside hinders your ability to get a clear look.

The vanguard lunges for the main leader of the smaller group, which you think is a band of treasure hoarders, and grabs at him. He turns the hoarder around by the back of the neck, where he’s now facing the Fatui group, about four inches off the ground as well. The Fatui leader gets closer to him, barking something unintelligible at the man before bringing his hand up to the neck of the hoarder.

The Fatuu swipes their hand across the man’s neck causing it to slit open. As the leader does so, you could swear that you saw a flash of purple-like lightning. The man’s throat opens and blood gets everywhere.  Everywhere. You put your hand over your mouth to cover a gasp as the vanguard drops the man to the ground, whose body is convulsing on its way to death. 

This is the first time you’ve seen someone die. Sure, you’ve beat some people up for commissions, even a treasure hoarder or two, but killed someone? Never, and you can’t see yourself doing so. It makes you feel nauseated to see how the man’s life was ripped away so fast. 

But you can't look away. You keep watching as the Fatui are signaled by their leader to ambush the rest of the hoarder group. You witness how they butcher each and every one of the smaller, weaker group. You see the hoarders being bashed by the vanguard’s hammer, slashed to pieces by the agent’s blades, and how cicins and frost are released by the mage and legionnaire. You want to look away, but your eyes remain glued to the scene. 

Their leader gets in on the action and is somehow more violent and bloodthirsty than the rest, despite being less muscular than the others. You can tell from here that the leader is a man, as well.

He begins to slash and stab using some sort of water-like sword, and you know that means he’s not just some Fatui soldier. He has a vision and a delusion, he must be a harbinger.

The blood of the hoarders soaks into the snow, a deep pool of crimson surrounding the entire scene. The Fatui group starts celebrating in victory as the last hoarder goes silent, and they turn around to head the opposite way. Since they now face your general direction, you attempt to hide yourself while still watching the group. They get closer and closer to the streetlights of the strip you live on, and you stay to see what exactly was going on. Their leader gets into a visible light first, and your eyes blow wide.

The leader has a disgusting grimace on his face, with eyes blown wide and a face of pure malice donning on him. His irises are so small you can barely see them, but rather, a sea of white paints over his eyes. He has a grin akin to the cheshire cat, each corner pulled to a supernatural looking upturn. It’s a face of nightmares, one so scary that it distracts you from the fact that the face belongs to

Tartaglia. 

You freeze in place.

No, absolutely no way. It cannot actually be him. There’s no way that the sweet, fun-loving Tartaglia you knew is the same man you were looking at at the moment. It couldn't be possible that the left cheek which is covered in a helpless man’s blood, was the same one that you softly brushed flour off of. The face that you woke up to this morning, the face you kissed this morning, was the same face that donned such a horrifying expression. The eyes that looked at your face with so much adoration, were unrecognizable as they were clouded over in a bloodthirsty haze.

You can’t believe it.

Out the fear of being caught, or pure weakness, you fall to the floor and out of the window's view. You can feel your dinner coming up from your stomach, but you physically cannot move. You’re shaking, you feel so numb that you can’t feel the multiple tears streaming out from your waterline and down your face. 

He didn’t just lie to you about his job, but he actively kept it from you. A harbinger one of the most dangerous and well-known individuals in all of Tevyat, has now been frequenting your bakery almost every day.

There’s no way people don’t know, right? More socially knowledgeable Snezhnayans visit your shop every day and must see you happily chatting to a Fatui Harbinger. 

It begins to make sense to you, even in a state of shock. His body being covered in scars, the fact that he never took you outside of the bakery, or how he always left in the early hours of the morning.

How many people has he killed? How many dark deeds has he done, and then come into your home to hold and kiss you as if nothing happened? 

And his face was so, so horrifying. Distorted to the point where it was almost unrecognizable to the person he’s spent almost every night with. His lightless eyes blown so wide, and even being in the darkness for so long, his pupils were almost invisible.

His smile, not that you could call it that, was so wide and full of pure bloodlust. And there was blood all over his face, the parts that you kissed, held, and brushed over with your thumb almost daily. It was in his mouth, as if he had internal injuries, and matted itself in his hair. The hair you love to brush through, grab at, and ruffle.

Your sobs are silent. At some point, you get yourself to your bathroom, where you sit beside the toilet in case you get sick after what you’ve seen. Through your choked sobs and curled up body, you feel exhaustion setting in. And eventually, with your back against the bathtub, you fall asleep against the cold tile. 

the next day

Today was a good day for Ajax. He got through with training his Fatui underlings before lunchtime, and quickly finished off his day with mandatory, though grueling, paperwork. He was working efficiently, but it was very quick-paced, even for him. He knows exactly why he was so quick in his actions today, too. He can’t deny it any longer, he’s fallen for a woman who runs a bakery.

He never thought he’d see the day. He thought his heart was too cold. He wouldn’t even say he had a heart, not after falling down and witnessing the horrors of the abyss. He cared for his family so deeply that the abyss couldn’t even take it away from him, but one other person in his heart? He couldn’t imagine a world where he could let another person into it. 

But now he’s living that reality. 

He's never felt the feeling of it outside of his immediate family, but he has to be sure about it. The feeling that warmed his frozen heart, is love. It has to be.

And it scares the 11th. 

It scares him how much he worries for you once he leaves your presence. It scares him how for the longest time, you acted as if you denied any idea of a future with him. It scares him when he thinks of you moving on from him, and finding someone else. But that recurring thought is more than fright, it brings on anger and anxiety. 

As he walks down the city, he thinks of the idea, and immediately brushes it off before his electro delusion sets off. Again.

He needs to tell you about his job, and soon.

It’s not like he intentionally meant to keep it from you from the start, it was Teucer who introduced you to Ajax through his stories, and Ajax had to keep that up around his brother. You just got caught in a protective lie.

And his name, you need to know it. He’ll give it a few more dates, Ajax thinks. He needs you in his future, without the lies and without the cover-ups.

It’s only 5:00PM, and he’s sure that he can get you to close the bakery early to go on your planned date with him. He’s wearing a more put-together and warm outfit than his usual uniform and even found himself double-checking his look in the mirror to look good for you. In his eyes, you’re so gorgeous, too beautiful for his tainted eyes to look upon. So, to try and get even get close to your level of beauty, he took some extra time in getting ready. 

He tightens his scarf around the bottom of his face. Man, the weather today is intense. Ajax begins to wonder whether going outside with you is the smartest idea. But it has to be, if it's what you want.

He’s always known that he wants to add to his family, regardless of whether he could ever love again or not. But now, he has someone he loves, and someone that he could see fitting in perfectly to his future. So he has to try, Ajax has to win the battle over your affections.

And if that means he has to be out in the cold, or anywhere else other than the comfort of your little apartment, he would stand out in the weather for thousands of hours. If it meant he could be with you.

He was so caught up in his thoughts that he missed the bakery by a few steps. He quickly retraces them to the front door of the shop, and looks into the bakery from its large glass panes. You aren’t in there, or in sight at least, instead there’s a boy behind the counter. 

Oh hell no. 

He confidently enters the bakery and makes a bee-line to the front counter. 

“Welcome, is there anything I can help you with today?” He hears the man speak.

“Where’s Y/N?” Ajax asks with a friendly tone. But the glint in his eyes is nothing but friendly, instead, he’s staring down the man with dangerous eyes.

“Ms. Y/N is sick at the moment. If you need me to take a word for you, I’ll gladly tell her when she’s bett–”

“No,” Ajax barks at the boy before making his way behind the counter and to the door leading up to your home. He sees who he hopes is just your employee getting ready to defend your privacy, but Ajax just side-eyes him and scoffs before opening the unlocked door, and locking it from behind him.

He makes his way up the steps, as he begins to worry over your health. Sick? In the months he’s known you, you’ve never felt under the weather. Specifically, on the one day he was going to take you out and ask you to be something official with him. That can’t be intentional–right? Not after yesterday morning. 

He reaches the front door to your home, and hesitates to turn the knob. What if you’re too sick to see him, or you don’t want to see him? He finds how disgustingly dependent he is when it comes to you. 

He turns the knob, finding that it is locked. So he tries to knock, three separate times. On the third, he hears your voice. Oh thank the archons, you’re decent enough to speak. Though your voice is hoarse.

“Ivan? Is that you?” You respond from the other side of the door. Who the fuck is Ivan? 

He hears you unlock the door, and open it. He notices you before you notice it’s him, and you do look like you’ve been sick. Your hair is unkempt, and your eyes have darker circles around them, and they’re puffy. You’ve been crying. 

He’ll slaughter the person that made you this upset. 

But before he can say anything, you lock eyes with him, and sharply inhale through your teeth.

A gasp? Why are you

“How did you get up here?” You hiss at him. Your face is full of fear, as well. Ajax thinks of the thousands of reasons you could possibly be so alert, each possibility making him more anxious.

“Your door was unlocked! We were going out today... right?” He says with a nervous chuckle, trying to qualm whatever mood you were in.

“You can’t be in here,” You respond shakily, taking a step backward from him each second.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Ajax says, “Can we talk?” 

He closes the door behind him, against your wishes. His face is now as worried as yours is, yet you’re trembling in his presence. Your face is no longer looking at his, now it faces the floor. 

“You want to talk now?” Your face still looking at the floor, “Yet you didn’t want to tell me that you’re in the Fatui? That you are a harbinger?” 

Oh. 

“Y/N, I–”

“You what? Were you ever going to tell me?" You bark quietly.

He stays silent, so you continue.

"When were you going to tell me that when you weren’t with me, you were mercilessly slaughtering helpless people?” Your words are filled with venom, like you were condemning him with your statements. 

“Y/N, who told you about this?” He responds, his voice getting shaky itself. 

“Why? So you can go kill them too?” Your voice begins to raise before you take a deep breath, “I saw you! and you looked so- so…” 

“Y/N–”

“Stop it! Stop saying my name,” You yell at him, “If you wanted to keep this from me, you should maybe be quieter when you go and kill someone right outside of my home.” 

“I never meant to keep it from you,” He says, in a voice much quieter than your own.

“Last time I checked, a toy maker was a little different from being a harbinger, Childe.” 

The use of his Fatui alias shocked him. Have you just been mulling and researching over this all day? It’s unlike you, almost too unlike you. He never said that name, did he? Where did you get this information?

“A Toy-maker is what I use to keep what I do from my young brother,” He snaps, then realizing the tone he just took with you. He takes a deep breath and a pause before continuing, “I am so sorry. I really am, and I was going to tell you. But I can’t tell just anyone what I do.”

He knows the second it left his mouth, he knew he fucked up. 

“Just anyone,” You repeat with a small, pained smile, “you need to leave, now.” 

“No– Y/N, I didn’t mean it like that,” He responds, taking a step closer to you. You back away in fear, while simultaneously summoning a sword out of pure elemental energy. You bring your sword in front of you, as a means to protect you.

He stands back, out of respect and shock. You drew your weapon on him... something he never thought you'd do outside of a playful spar. His eyes widen at your gesture, as he puts his hands at his side.

“I am scared,” You almost whisper. He can feel his stomach drop when you mutter it, too. The one person, in all of Tevyat that shouldn’t be scared of him, just declared it right in his presence, "What am I supposed to do, Tartaglia? I mean, I don't even know your name!"

“You have no reason to be scared, you are one of the most protected citizens in this nation. Even when I’m not there, you’re still protected,” He tries to comfort you. But that didn’t work, because your eyes were blown wide at his confession. 

“What do you mean by that? Do you have people stalking me?” You yell at him, “Tartaglia I am scared of you. I was scared by what I witnessed. And I am scared of the face I saw on you last night," You spit out nervously. His heart cracks slightly, an unnerving and unfamiliar feeling.

"You enjoy it, don’t you? You enjoy stripping the lives away of others, I could tell. Honestly, Tartaglia, I would be okay with the whole Fatui thing, I would. But your face, and your smile, after killing someone? I don’t think I can–” You cut yourself off, “Please, just leave. I don’t want people watching me, so stop that too. You don’t need to come back either.”

He can’t find the words to explain himself any longer. He wants to scream that he loves you, and he never meant to keep anything from you.

But in a rare defeat, he begins to take steps backward toward the door. The entire time he gets closer to the door, he’s looking at you. He can see how a few tears escaped your eyes, and how the sword you’re holding is shaking along with your body at this point. 

“Alright Y/N,” He mutters quietly, before turning the knob and softly closing the door behind him. 

He could feel it physically, the heart he thought was no longer there, was breaking. He should’ve seen it coming, he had a few fleeting months of happiness, but all good things must come to an end for him.

⋆｡°✩a/n: this fic is actually anti—situationship propaganda >:). Thank you for reading, next chapter will be out soon!

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-danheng smut

-masturbating

-school au

-not proofread

its bad ik but like i just needed to say it🥲🥲

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you were on a call with dan heng as he helped you study for your upcoming math test

"dan heng this is boring..maybe i can take a break??"

"no..i thought you wanted to pass the test?"

he says before setting his book down and looking at the camera

"oh come on pleasee?? ive literally been studying for like 1 hour!! thats a lot!" you plead, then grabbing your phone and walking out of the room

"fine..you are already gonna stop without my permission anyways.."

"haha youre just always right arent you?" you tease at him while walking to your kitchen and setting the phone down on the counter

"so...what are you doing now?" dan heng asks. he always sounds so uninterested and cold...but you know that he is softer to you than most others..

"you will see..." you say as you walk to the fridge. the angle of the phone was set so dan heng could see my back while you were looking inside the refrigerator.

dan heng looked at the camera and noticed your clothes...much more revealing than your school outfits...you were wearing some short shorts and a tight tshirt with a low v cut...dan heng couldnt help but stare until you finally turned around

"look! its strawberries!.." you walked closer to my phone so he could get a better look but something else caught his eye. your titties!! they were so big and he could see your curves so much better with that tight shirt of yours...now he couldnt help it..he looked down at his pants and noticed how hard he was getting

"dan heng?? helloo??" you lean more into your phone so he could see your breasts from the v cut of your tshirt

now youve done it. he couldnt hold it anymore and quickly started unzipping his pants to release his boner "ah- y-yes?" he says trying to hide all the noise hes making

"i said look its strawberries! were you even paying attention?"

"ah- im sorry..im uhh busy with something.." busy with what? busy trying to muffle his sounds as he takes out his cock and thumb the tip

"ohh alright" you laugh before turning around and walking a little further into the kitchen to the sink to wash the strawberries

that only gave danheng a better view of you. your body was just so defined from all the tight clothing you wore and he could see your ass..so plush and big..the only thing on his mind riht now is what it would feel like to stuff his cock inside of you but he would have to wait..for now he can stick woth just stroking his cock on call with you!!

he slowly wrapped his fingers around the base and started to move his hand up and down going faster each second and it started to get harder to muffle his whimpers

"ngh.."

"dan heng? are you okay?.." you finished washing the strawberries and wiped your wet hands on your shirt, slightly soaking it as you walked to your phone once again

"ah~ i-im fine!!..mnph!!" his speed gradually increased at the sight of your wet shirt sticking to your breasts. he kept fucking into his fist trying so desperately for release

"a-are you sure? are you sick?."

"n-no!~..im not sicck~..haahh.."

"are you really sure? i can come over to help you..dont we live like a few blocks away?"

"no!~ you dont have to come over!!~" he sets his phone down and covers his mouth with his free hand. he was trying to cum but he just couldnt. all he could imagine right now is you on his bed licking up his cock or using your breasts to fuck into

he really wishes you could be at his house right now..but what would you think of him if he just wanted you for some sex? a pervert? no he didnt want that..

he needed to cum . now. so he took the bottom of his shirt, and lifted it to his mouth and brought his free hand to stroke the tip

by now even when he was barely making noise from his mouth, there was noise from his cock. he was leaking so much precum and him fucking into his hands made it sound so slimy!!

you ignored him and started to eat the strawberries and you sat down at the counter

dan heng looked at his phone and once he saw the sight of your breasts again it was his breaking point. he quickly cummed and tried so hard not to whimper or moan loudly!!

his cum squirted all over his hands and body and his whole body shook from the pleasure.. but he looked down and saw a problem. he was still hard. there was no other choice. what was he gonna do? keep fisting his cock? no he needed the real thing

"u-uh y/n?...i-i think you need to come o-over.."

[anastasiareadsnwrites]

Can we PLEASE have a second part to Portia Featherington x reader? I have to know where it leads???

Fancy Cherries Part II (Portia Featherington x Fem! Reader)

Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV

Author's note: Hiya, you request and I'll write it. I'll write masterlists for those listed in the MAIN Masterlist. Bridgerton does currently have a masterlist, which may be updated now and then, and this was definitely not proofread.

Summary: Today is a new day for your work. Waking up early in the morning and waking up Lady Featherington later on in the day. But today was different. There was a ball that caught your attention. Something absurd. So, you sneak out to the ball. But a certain Lord keeps making moves on Portia and surely it was no problem.

Warning(s): Jealous reader, flirting, men getting touchy, mention of abuse, bad spouse(s), possessive behavior, rough kissing, drunk! Portia, more to be added

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Everything seemed to be going as planned today. You woke up feeling quite tired but nothing out of the ordinary. But today's schedule was nothing but cleaning and not trying to wake the lady of the house while you do.

Surely Mrs. Varely would usually wait until Lady Featherington wakes from her slumber but in this case Varely went out to buy a few things and you had no choice because not only was it your job but you needed to find something to do before any of the other maids start busying themselves with fresh gossip. Gossip that you refuse to be a part of.

Silently, you walked upstairs and grabbed a few cleaning products consisting of a bowl of water, rag, and a feather duster.

You remembered your first day working in the Featherington household when Lady Penelope was one of the first people up early in the morning reading her books in her room. You walked into the ladies' room only to find Portia still asleep. How she looked so peaceful and at ease while she slept.

With a sigh, you entered the rather dark room and noticed the sun that shone into the room from one of the cracked open curtains. Portia was on her side, but you could hear her soft sighs of sleep as she slept away the pains of the day before. Her hair flowed freely down onto the bed and over her shoulder. Her night gown was a nice green color, which you were sure brought out her blue eyes.

With a small smile, you closed the door behind you, gently making sure not to wake up the woman. One of the first times you woke up the woman was when Varely had stepped out from the household to take care of some business. She wouldn't tell you what, but it was around the time the new Lord Featherington had just come from America.

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"My lady?" You gently knocked on the door to hear someone groan inside the room. Lately, you and Varely have been waking Lady Featherington up rather early because the new Lord had arrived a few nights ago. It was rather odd to be coming to this room and not the original chambers that you were used to. It wasn't far from Lord Featherington's chambers, but it was rather odd that he just barged into the house and announced to have Portia things removed from his chambers. But last night, Lady Featherington did have a little much to drink at one of the balls she attended.

"Come in." She said groggily.

Upon entering the room, you were met face to face with one of the most hottest scenes in the world. Others would say other words but this scene before you consisted of a lady sitting on her bed, her left hand rubbing her temples to relieve her headache but her nightgown was halfway up her thigh and the top of her ample bosom was full on display but her red fiery hair covered her shoulders to the skin to her bosom.

"My lady, I will be tending to you for the time being. Mrs. Varley has gone out to run a few errands." You bowed quickly almost enough to give you a headrush.

"I just need my clothes. I already took a bath." Portia mumbled as she yawned and covered her mouth as she did so.

"Yes, my lady." You bowed again going to her closet and grabbing out one of the few dresses that were hung up on a rack inside the brown box. You debated on which you would have the lady wear for the day. Your choices were the one that brought out her eyes greatly or the one that really brought out her bosom and other attributes.

Surely, you got to see her attributes more from what you could say, so her eyes it was. You turned noticing that the lady was still half asleep.

"Not a morning person? My lady?" You asked giving a hum as she snapped out of her daze.

"Certainly not and this headache is not helping either." Portia rubbed at her forehead where her bands were swept to the side. You never really saw how she looked early in the morning. But this was one way to be sure she looked like a goddess.

"I am sorry to hear." You gave her a smile and she whimpered. She whimpered. Now that certainly got your attention bringing a light blush to your cheeks. "Is there something wrong? Ma'am?" You tilted your head scanning her body still noticing that her nightgown has ridden up her plush milky thighs. How you wanted to leave markings on her thighs. To feel the soft flesh underneath your hands.

"I must've been on my feet all night at the ball. But I am sure I can endure it." Portia bit her lip and avoided your gaze. You slowly nodded noting that she never really looked at you when speaking. She always looked at Varely but never really gave you a good look.

You walked over to the bed laying down her corset, stockings, and her dress. Stockings were first, the corset was next, and lastly was her dress. Something you hope would take longer than usual. Slowly approaching the bed where Portia sat.

"My lady." You sighed as she stared up at you. Her doe eyes held great power when it came to something she wanted. You seen her use that to her advantage when there was a guest that visited unexpectedly. He madly speaking of cake. Which certainly caught you off guard.

But she used her feminine power to get rid of him.

"Do you need something else, ma'am?" You questioned, raising a brow at her. You could see the blush that rose to her cheeks.

Taking that as a win, you knelt in front of her and helped her with her stocking. As you let go of the lace that was a part of the stocking, it made a small smack sound as it rested against her thigh. You gave a smirk as she slightly huffed.

She stood up as did you, grabbing her corset. You noticed she was lifting her nightgown over her head. Gobsmacked at her soft pudgy belly. You could see the stretch marks from the past pregnancies of her daughters. You only knew what it felt like once, but the man that got you pregnant gave the child away. Sadly, enough.

"Stop ogling my marks." Portia sneered as she covered her breasts with her forearm, slightly cupping her breast. You gave her a smile and fitted her corset to her body. You wrapped it around her body, your fingers slightly grazing her skin, giving off a feathery touch, making her shiver, and letting out a soft gasp. You noticed there was a slight bruise forming on her rib cage, and you traced it slightly.

You knew what you were doing, and her reactions made you want to do it more. To make more sounds, not just gasps, but more precious sounds that come from her mouth. The sounds that nobody else could hear except you. You cleared your throat and started lacing the ribbon through the holes of the corset.

As you tightened the corset, she grunted. "Are you okay? My lady?" You asked, and she gave you a nod.

"The mark. Is the bruise is it from your corset?" You asked out of line. You didn't bother to address her by her title, and she was baffled.

"I-I uhm. Yes, perhaps."Portia inhaled and exhaled as she fixed her posture.

"My dress." Portia said as she looked anywhere but you. Giving her a polite smile, and you unzipped her dress, helping her stand into it. Taking her hand as she stepped into the dress as your other hand had found its place on her hip. She was stiff, and that didn't go unnoticed by you.

A soft knock was heard on the door when it opened to reveal Varely coming through the door. You gave a smile and bowed as you exited the room, noticing the breath of relief Portia gave when you exited.

***

"I should just make you my personal maid." Portia quirked a brow at you as you turned quickly meeting the blue eyes on the lady. You dropped a candle in the process.

"My apologies My lady. I tried to say quiet as possible." You gave her a quick curtsy.

"No need." Portia waved you off. "My lady, if I may but how was the pie?" You quirked your head to the side nibbling on your bottom lip. She blushed as she remembered the kiss that you gave her and soon she started shifting in her bed uncomfortably.

"Is something wrong?"

A soft knock was heard on the door and Varley entered the room and you gave her a bow and a gentle smile. You exited the room and gave a small smile to yourself. You knew you like and lusted after the lady when you fumbled over your words when you first started here. When you started your first day was a day before the Lord Featherington died.

It was desvating for his girls but for his wife, who seemed to actually be happy, but showed grief when she was around everyone. You caught her one time crying. Actually crying. Mrs. Varley was standing there soothing the woman.

You only caught the end of their conversation, which consisted of curse words toward the deceased and how he would just leave the girls with no dowries. It was devastating for her, and you wanted nothing more to comfort the woman.

"Psst, Y/n," you heard someone whisper almost harshly. You turned around to see one of the maids standing there in the entrance to the kitchen. What was her name again? Holli! You remembered.

You jogged over slightly wanting to know what she could be calling you for.

"Ms. Holli. Is there something wrong?" Questioning the lady, she was younger than you about a few years off.

"Yes and no? We just received an invitation from one of the Lords of the Ton. A ball invitation." She whispered as she looked around, making sure there was no one listening. You noticed the slight difference from her usual demeanor. She was the happiest person you ever knew, but right now, she was the complete opposite.

"Lord Richard?" You gave a defeated sigh. Lord Richard was a rather peculiar man than most of the Lords of the Ton. Most unsettling most of his maids has described as such. You only saw it once when he tried to make a move on Portia, but she dealt with it as she would usually do.

"But he came in person." She looked at you with unshed tears that threatened to fall from her eyes. Immediately, you knew something was wrong. Nothing ever made her cry, and this was practically the first time.

"He didn't hurt you, right?"

"No no...no. But he threatened me to work for him. Saying how my family will be at his mercy if I dont." She whimpered. You immediately pulled her in for a hug, comforting her as she silently cried into your chest.

"I will find a way for you to keep working here. No matter the consequence, " you huffed. You always saw Holli as a daughter and so forth. She had no parent or guardian to look after her. She, herself, was pretty new here. Working for the Featheringtons had it's perks but most of the time, it was just gossip within the maids.

You sighed as you lifted her face and wiped the remaining tears from her eyes and the tears that leaked down her cheeks.

***

Time passes rather quickly when you're busy trying to scheme a few things here and there. You didn't know the time until you heard the horses in the front of the house and you couldn't help but be nosy.

The first thing you saw was the Featherington carriage. Portia was ready, looking elegant as ever as she got into the big painted box.

You sucked at your teeth as you watched as she took off. The creaks from the floorboard was what brought you out of your thoughts when the other person approached.

"I suggest you sneak in through the servant quarters at Lord Richmonds estate." Someone suggested behind you. You fidgeted with your fingers and finally turned to met their eyes.

"If I sneak out, will you cover for me? Varley?" You asked, a bit of hope could be found in your voice as you noticed Holli was right behind her. Who gave you an encouraging smile.

"I can only do so much to keep it ensured that you are working." Mrs. Varley gave a hearty laugh as waved her hand.

Holli, giddingly, walked up to you, taking your hands into hers - "Now, we just need your disguise, to assure no one will see you." Smiling, you laced your arm with hers and walked out of the room and toward the servants' quarters.

You both arrived giggling as Holli tried to find some clothes for you searching here and there, mismatching certain things and throwing it onto the bed.

"You are serious about me going?" You laughed, smiling as the younger women's eyes beamed at her matching outfit she had laid out onto the bed for you.

"Yes, very much so."

"Why?"

That stopped her in her tracks and she looked you dead in the eyes.

"Because you love her. Don't you?"

And there it was. Something you wanted to avoid. You told yourself over and over that the attraction you had for Portia Featherington was lust. Only wanting to get in her bed.

"I do not know." You fidgeted with your fingers.

"I see the way you look at her. I know and seen that look before. I am too, in love with a noble." She whispered as she suddenly found the floor interesting.

You smiled, lifting her chin to met your gaze. "Pray tell, whom this may be?" You gave her a teasing smile that made her blush and avert her eyes somewhere else.

"Lady....." She mumbled the last part of the name. Noticing you lifted your brow at her tactics.

"Lady Cecila" She muttered.

"You know I don't care who you love just as long as they love you back." You walked toward the bed, picking up the clothes and smiling. Holli really did have a sense of fashion. Maybe once you save enough money you would be able to get yourself and Holli out of here. She could even open her own shop across town.

"Now, help me, will you?" Holli gave you a tight lipped smile and quick nod.

***

You walked into the servants' entrance. You had a claok on as you lifted the hood off your head. Sighing in content as you made it into the house unnoticed.

Lord Richmond was one of the higher-ups in society. From what you know, he held a higher status than the two late Lord Featheringtons.

"My lady. I failed to collect your coat." A man smiled and bowed as you said, jumped from the unexpected person. "Yes, of course," the man soon took your coat, and there you were, wondering the ball in plain sight but still uncover.

Your eyes roamed the dance floor and the people that stood off to the sides, looking for the familiar blue eyes and red hair. "I believe an introduction is expected, my lady?" Someone to your left bowed to you, and it made you blush. The attention that ladies must receive at these balls.

"Lady Mary, sir," you bowed before the man, making up the name in the process.

"Ah, the name seems familiar, but I can not recall such a lady as admiring as you." He smirked. That smirk was very familiar with you. His hand reached out to touch tour hair only for you to move away from him and smiled.

"Lord Richmond, such flattery will get you nowhere." You felt the urge to roll your eyes at the man as he scoffed obvious that his flirting was going to get no where as he walked away to the next victim of his absurd flirting and unsettling smile.

You scanned the room once more, and there she was. Talking with another man. Portia didn't seem interested in whatever the man was going on and on about. Right behind her, you could Lady Cowper giving her a nasty look.

As you inched closer and closer, you could overhear the conversation that they were having. Noticing how Portia continuously poured the drink down her throat.

"So, I must say Lady Featherington, you are quite the catch this evening." He smiled and chuckled as she gave a fake smile.

"I must say Lord Mitchell. Doesn't your wife have an interesting dress this evening." Drawing his attention to the Lords wife other than herself.

"Well, not as interesting as you." That made your blood boil. You could see the uncomfortable shifting that she was doing and how she averted his eyes and drank more from the cup.

"If I may, I have a neogatation I want to clarify with you." He sipped his drink as he continued to stare down at her.

"Another time." Portia smiled. She started to walk away, giving a defeated sigh.

"I see your deceased husband still has a hold of your heart even after he used to beat you" the Lord raised his brow and muttered the rest of the words in his cup, making sure no one else heard but the lady.

You turned your back once you saw Portia stop in her tracks.

That smile was one that you could've been falling to your knees for if you were both home but not today, not this evening.

"No." She turned to the man and gave him a smile, turning again when she was satisfied with his facial expression and walking off toward the entrance. She's been here longer than you, so you thought she was retiring.

So, you walked after her, picking up your dress as you did so. As you neared the entrance you were face to face with Portia, who raised a perfectly plucked brow at you.

"So, now you stalk?"

"No, My Lady. I was only worried about your safety." You bowed and looked up at her, noticing her dilated pupils.

"I see. Well I suggest we take the carriage home, yes? It would be mean of me to let you walk." She said as she started to fidget with her fingers.

"Thank you, my lady."

The carriage arrived on cue, and you bowed once more to her, and she gave a tight-lipped smile.

"That color is rather winning on you." She complimented you, causing you to blush. "As well as you, my lady," you gave reassuring smile to her. you could tell by her flushed cheeks that also held a pink color to it that she was drunk.

So drunk that she may not remember this tomorrow or perhaps she will. Who knows. But you were itching to ask her about her husband for long about how he was like. It never crossed your mind that her ex-husband was a man of violence.

"My lady, if I may, but what was your husband like?" Asking even though it was a sore topic to the woman.

You could see her posture stiff at the mention of her husband, and she almost looked around frantic. She cleared her throat and looked at you.

"Most of the Ton knows that my husband was a gambling man, but inside closed doors, he was brutal. " There is was again, Portia was fidgeting with her fingers.

You grabbed her hands out of sympathy and slight irritation, not at her but at her deceased husband.

Who could hurt such a woman?

"He used to beat you, yes?" You asked, tilting your head to the side, and you saw her lips quiver. She opened her mouth once and twice, only to close it and retract her hands, causing a pain in your chest.

"I shouldn't be feeling like this for you." She whimpered.

You furrowed your brows as you looked at her.

"Feel what?" You questioned and she looked out the carriage window.

You caressed her cheek and turned her face e to make her look at you. Her eyes met yours, and for once, you saw the vulnerable side of the lady. Her eyes filled up unshed tears.

"Feel what? My lady?" You asked again.

"To feel like I should be by your side at all times, to feel this ache in my chest as if my heart were to explode whenever we are alone together." Portias brows knitted together.

But to your disappointment, you didn't know if you felt the same. You lusted after the woman but didn't know if you actually loved her.

The silence in the carriage was loud and unsettling.

"I'm sorry, forget everything I said." Portia whispered.

You didn't want to hear it, so you leaned forward, quickly inserting yourself into her personal space.

Your breath was felt against her lips, and she couldn't help but think of the ways you could've been using your mouth.

"I do not know if I can return your feelings" you stated as you stared at her lips.

A tear escaped from her eyes, running down her cheeks. A pain shoot through your chest as it did so. It hurt so much to see her so vulnerable but then you just rejected her.

Her own breathing slowed and quickened as you pressed your lips to hera in such a quick and needy kiss. Your tongue ran over her plump red she obliged by opening her mouth to give you more access to deepen the kiss.

It was needy and desperate for touch the both of you craved but you couldn't help but see the lady hurt sitting there. So, you kissed her.

And damn did she smell of cherries and flowers and something snapped in you. Never will anyone else touch the woman at your very mercy. No one would be able to pleasure her or reduce her to such a state she was in before you. You wanted. No. NEEDED Portia Featherington.

[schlattslonghairytoes]

chapter nine

talias pov, real life!

"you two sons of bitches are going to college!" the movie fades out and i look up to schlatt, only to see him staring back down at me "hi" i say quietly "hi" he says back even quieter, schlatt isnt a shy guy, but right now he's acting like one.

"are we gonna talk about it jay, because im not sure i can handle it, but i cant stand you being mean to me anymore, not with what i had to live through in high school" i look up his face, his usual stone demeanor melting for what, to me, feels like hours

he blinks before speaking "ive never been known for my clever use of words, or being able to have difficult conversations at all, but talia im so sorry, you dont deserve that, you never did, and i guess i finally owe you a proper explanation huh?"

lets get back on track shall we? last time we saw these two dumbasses, they began their "rough period" as i like to call it, the glares across the halls, the shit talking and most importantly, the rumors.

now, talia hated drama, lets make that clear, because freshman year when someone told the whole school that she had sex with a teacher, when all she did was go to extra help, she thought her life was over, and i wont sugarcoat it. for a while it was.

but who sat with her holding her hand the whole time. a young boy by the name of jonathan schlatt, he gathered her homework on the days she missed, he tutored her in classes he didnt even take just so she wouldnt fail. so imagine her suprise when her (ex) best friend, began dating her other (ex) best friend, and her name would stop being talked about.

schlatt had asked out anabelle january 7th, almost 5 months after talia and schlatt became sworn enemies, so naturally anabelle took schlatts side, because thats what happens when you make friends who dont really care about you.

back to the rumors at hand, talia wasnt unpopular, everyone loved her, how couldnt you? i mean look at her. but what comes with slight popularity, your name always being brought up, but by then she was used to it. 

until the fateful day of febuary 14 arrived.

it was time for talias annual valentines party, when people started asking why the address had changed on the invite from previous years, she shut it down immediately, leaving aside that she had been kicked out 3 months prior.

after a fight with her parents her mom told her is was time to stop being so dependant, handed her 1000 dollars, a suitcase, and of course, in true nancy romano fashion, a food scale, and closed the door. talia eventually moved into her late grandmothers apartment 6 blocks down

her mother didnt know about the apartment, so when talia realised that it was legaly documented that the house was hers, as written in her grandmothers will, she moved in with her cat, said 1000 dollars, and a dream. first order of business, throw out that stupid foodscale.

when she finally revamped her new apartment in december, she was finally able to relax and live her life once again.

back to February, of course there was talk about this address update, but what talia didnt expect was for anabelle to tell the school that talia no longer lived within the schools district, meaning, she wouldnt be able to attend the school.

talia left that meeting in the princeables office in tears, after being told that "she might not be able to graduate" she felt as if her life was over, that was until she locked eyes with a guilty looking schlatt. 

and rage filled her immediately.

"me. you. outside now." she grabbed him by the collar and dragged him along with her outside, ignoring his pleas that "he'll be marked absent".

"what the fuck did you do jonathan." she shoved him roughly, hard enough to make him stumble. "i swear on everything talia, i didnt know she would do that! it was anabelle, i even asked her not to, are you going to be ok? and why are you living in nana's house, whats going on?" he asked like she didnt have the right to hide things from him.

"oh shut the fuck up, dont act like now you know everything about me! you threw that away the moment you gave up on me, on us! you forgot about me! and now you wanna stumble back to me with open arms and be my savior, no jay, thats not how this works" she shouted and pushed him again.

"please tell me whats going on, please" he begged quietly. "talia i need to know, please i need to know youre ok." he grabs her arm.

"she kicked me out Jonathan. i dont eat most days cause i have no fucking money, none, my job pays me shit, for the first time in my life im failing a class, and if i even get into college, im going to have years of student loans up my ass, because again i have no money." as the words came pouring out, schlatts eyes scanned her, her frame looking thinner and weaker, face more defined.

he remembered when talia thought she was fat, and looked at her now, and wished for the ten pounds she lost could come back, she wasnt recognizable, she wasnt his talia, but then again, she never was.

"say something" her voice weakened. "anything, please." the crack in her voice is what sent him over the edge, he wrapped her huge arms around her in the tightest bear hug shes ever been in, and for a moment, slotted in his arms where she belonged, she forgot everything that ever happened. until he removed them.

"i have to go" he said before turning around and going right back into school, leaving talia all on her own once again.

one month later, talia was laying on her bed, figuring out how she was going to pay rent this month, when a she heard someone knocking at the door. she got up and opened the door and before she could close it, jonathan handed her a envelope and left, no words, emotions, or anything else for that matter.

she closed the door and looked down at the envolope in her hands that stated "we need to talk" in schlatts stupid chickenscratch. 

as she began to open the letter she felt her eyes fill with tears and slowly fall onto the letters contents, a hand written note, and, in hundred dollar bills, 10,000 dollars.

"i never understood why you did that, where did you even get that money?" i asked, reflecting on all those years ago.

"remember my jesus take the wheel video? i made 15k off of that, aswell as other later vids, and i was working at the deli at that time, it all just came together". he looked down at me, and as i look up at him, his face looks more like his highschool self then i remember, softer eyes and eyebrows then ive seen in the past few days.

now this next era lasts from late march until mid may, and i like to call it, the reconstruction era. 

after schlatt left a very suspicious envelope at her door, she chased after him, and they decided they were both going to work toward being friends again, and that they did, they started to be friends again, and they really tried, but there was only so much they could both do.

talia helped schlatt through his breakup, and in return, schlatt helped talia finish all of her college applications, the two ultimately going with the original plan of applying to the same dream school they shared. the broken duo started to heal each crack in their relationship, but they were never going to be fully mended. 

prom was now in a month, and when schlatt promposed to talia with a sign reading, "be the jenko to my schmitt, and jump over to prom with me?" famously based off of their favorite shared movie, talia couldnt help but say yes. so she did and things were going even better for them, they were finally friends again.

until the dean of that stupid college decided to ruin schlatts life, merely days before prom. so when talia hadnt heard from schlatt in a week and prom was tonight, she began to worry, but this time she had faith in him, to be the good friend he was, and pick her up at 6:30 sharp.

so when she sat on her front step and her phone read 7:00 back at her, she knew something had happened, and the worst part was, she couldnt bring herself to be suprised, or even mad. she had a feeling this would happen, so she called her best friend nick, and made her way to prom.

rounds of spiked punch and dancing with her friends had started to make the pain go away, until she saw him. a seemingly sober schlatt waltzing into prom, with a familiar blonde wrapped around his arm. she felt her heart break into enough pieces she couldnt begin counting, and with all the courage she could muster, she put on a fake smile and walked up to the happy couple.

"hey guys! glad you could finally make it, seems time doesnt mean anything to you two, just wanted to say, anabelle every moment knowing you has been unpleasant. and frankly i hope i never have to look at you and your fucked up teeth again, have a good time at community college, thats if you make it there. and you Jonathan, i hope you know what a horrible person you are, i dont know why you loved breaking my heart, because honestly, i was inlove with you John, i would have followed you across the globe of you asked, but you just made my life so much easier, because i fucking. hate. you." she pushed past the pair  and scoffed when she heard him calling after her.

the rain outside made it much harder to outrun a 6'3 giant, already having the disadvantage of being so much shorter, and also wearing 3 inch heels. "TALIA!" his stupid voice yelled after her, repeatedly, louder each time, until he finally caught up to her, only seconds away from her apartment, and when he did he grabed her wrist in order to stop her.

"dont fucking touch me! dont come near me, stay the fuck away, i dont ever want to see or hear from you ever again. its over schlatt, you did this! we couldve been so good together, or even friends, but you threw that away for what, why did you do it, because we both know you owe me that," she screamed yanking her arm away from his tight grip.

"i-i dont know why talia, i was scared, i didnt get i-" he studdered "you were scared? SCARED? you did this to me because you were scared" she pushed him further from her apartment building "schlatt, quite literally when i needed you most, you left! i was homeless for a week, did you ever know? NO, BECAUSE NO ONE KNEW, I WAS COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY ALONE." she tried to calm her voice but was only slightly successful.

"i was alone and scared, and the one person i loved and cared for, dropped me because HE was scared! ironic right?" she backed toward the door to her apartment building "let me make this clear, im not blaming you for me being kicked out, im blaming you for leaving me when i needed you, because we both know that i would have never done that to you." she opened the door and looked back at him. "i never want to see you again, leave, and get out of my life schlatt." she yelled in his face. 

"please lia i know you don't want to hear me out, but you have too. please I can't lose you Lia, cmon for us we need to talk about it" he begged tears mixing with the pouring rain. for a moment, every movie theve ever watched together crossed his mind. all the scenes where the love interest stands outside in the pouring rain, begging for forgiveness, and in every single one, she forgives him, but as much as he hoped, he knew that wouldnt be his reality.

"I can't jay, I cant and I'm not sorry"  and the door closed, unlike the movies, the rain didnt go away, his heart didnt feel lighter, and the rejection letter in his pocket, already ruined from the rain, didnt magically fade away, and by the time he got home and opened his phone, he was already blocked on everything, the green text confirming all of his suspicions 

iMessage!

my talia<3

talia, since the day i met you as a toddler, i knew you would change my life forever, in elementary school you were my first friend, and the only person i wanted to have playdates with, and the only person i wanted to see at school. then came middle school, when your parents split up, i prayed the night i found out, that you would stay with your mom, so you could stay with me, and when you did, i had never felt luckier. in eighth grade i realised i was in love with you, but as a typical middle schooler i tried my best to ignore it, and move on. freshman year wasnt easy, rumors meant nothing when i was able to be at your side making you laugh after seeing all that everyone put you through. sophmore and junior year with you at my side made life feel easier, and in the summer before senior year, when you kissed me, i knew i was a goner. the more i spent time with you, the harder i fell in love with you, every moment i spent with you was something i cherished with my whole heart. but heres the part that i didnt tell you, 10 days before my birthday, my grandpa died, i know it doesn't sound like much, but i felt as if my whole world ment nothing anymore, and alcohol was my only way of moving past it. and on september ninth, when i drank so much i forgot what year it was, anabelle invited me to a party and said you would be there, and after avoiding everyone and everything for a week, i knew i needed to see my favorite person. when i arrived she convinced my drunken state that she was you. and i believed her. the next day i knew something was wrong, and after you left me in that panera i sat in silence for 3 hours, and i realised what i had done, and by the time i went home, another bottle of whiskey had me convinced that anabelle was you. the real reason me and her broke up, was because one time i accidentally called her talia, and thats the day i stopped drinking. coincidentally, that's the same day i went to the bank and left 10,000 dollars at your door. the reason i didnt ever come pick you up at prom, was because the week before, i had found out i got rejected from college, not just our dream one, every single one talia, i felt like an absolute failure, and i couldnt even look at you, i didnt want you to be tied down to a loser like me, so i turned to alcohol once again, and convinced my self that if i asked anyone, not that they would ever live up to you, i could pretend for long enough that it was you. but no one could ever be you. 

not delivered❗️

[riceys]

Could you write for schlatt?

I'm thinking an English/German girl who is his graphic design (does like his thumbnails and like website) and after late night and long discord calls he slowly realises he doesn't just see her as an employee or friend but something more? I saw this sort of idea some where recently and it's giving me brain rot. Plus the banter between an English/german person would be unhinged.

YESSS OMG ACTUALLY LOVE THIS ive thought about this so much recently and i know german soo

gonna do hcs for this :)

also im very bad at formatting so sorry about that (ill probably rewrite stuff after i figure out how the fuck to do it)

Jschlatt x german/graphic designer!reader hcs

warnings-some nsfw at the veryyyy end

Wilbur introduced you two after schlatt said something about needing an artist for his channel

'find graphic designer !!!' schlatt mumbled while writing on the dull yellow paper. He was in a call with some friends, not really paying attention to what they were doing as he was busy making a sort of to-do list

"schlatt are you there?" the thick accented voice brought schlatt out of his daze

"hm yea sorry whatd you say willbur"

"i said my mate is a graphic designer, i can send you her info if you want." wilbur repeated with a laugh

"oh shit yeah thatd be great man thanks"

definitely left the call to go talk to you after that

very caught of gaurd by your accent, wilbur had failed to mention the slight language barrier as you were used to doing work in german

"so its a little ram with a sweater" his voice suprised you, wilbur didnt say anything about him being american.

"a what?" you laughed at the foreign word nervously. He sounded intimidating and it was kinda hot???

"a uhh," he laughed pulling out his phone, "einen bock? i think." Any sense of intimidation melted away as he stuttered out the poorly pronounced german.

absolutely melts when you giggle at this ^^

he LOVES your laugh!!! specifically that he can hear the accent come through in it

once you start working for him finds a way to sneak your art into everything he does and pays you way more than he should be

"Schlatt this is like triple my rates, you really dont need to pay me this much"

"consider it a tip, toots"

flies you out to every single event he goes to. merch photoshoots? you're in every photo. creator clash? he bought you the best seats in the house. says its a "business thing". (its not)

gets to the point where you're spending every other month in Austin with him before you move out there.

when chuckle sandwich starts he begs you to do all the art for it too (not that you would've said no)

Also begs ted to have you on as a guest

guest turns into member after the first chuckle week, where schlatt insisted that you be there cause you made the art

finally asks you out the week after the 1st chuckle week where they stay for the week to decompress

took you to boa then going stargazing

asks you out in german

"Sehr Schön" you breath out as you look up at the stars. Schlatt next you is freaking out trying to get the courage to ask you out.

"Du bist Sehr Schön" He misspronounces, still managing to make you blush. He only knew what that meant because he had been studying how to ask you out in german all week.

He puts a finger under your chin to shift your focus to him before speaking, "y/n, Ich mag dich wirklich, wirst du mit mir ausgehen?"

It was obvious he had used google translate and taught himself how to say it as he mispronounced many words and had a slight stutter, but it meant the world to you

Pulling him in for a kiss you paused to look at him, "Du bist dumm, Jschlatt"

asks you to speak to him in German

teases you so much (lovingly obviously)

also (nsfw time)

learns how to call you a slut in german

when he fucks you so good and you start babbling in german

sorry if this wasnt great i kinda got carried away and its my 1st writing thingy

[olderthannetfic]

Alright I got kinda a bananas questions for you, but how much time do you think should be divided up between work, hobbies and people. Actually wait more specifically what do you think is a good goal to just sit down and do work, but like actually doing work. Like sitting down for 90 minutes and finishing something not working on said thing for 5 hours then finish it. Over the past couple years I kinda erm, just sorta stopped? My mental health has steadily going to shit and covid fucked that all to hell and I was spending so much time in what was essentially a state of panic(didn’t realize it at the time, but that’s essentially what was happening) that I was too exhausted to do anything and just kind of stopped. I didn’t realize it the time but now that I’m finally getting better Ive noticed how little I was doing and how doing little really negatively effects me. Its become a good marker for me to check that I’ve been actually painting, seeing friends, going for a swim but sometimes it still all goes belly up and I’m trying to figure out what is a good goal.(and whats a good marker for when fucking up) Like a realistic long term goal I can strive for and keep track of. I could real easily just say “go for a swim everyday” but that feels unrealistic. In fact I put exercise in same spot as painting so it would be more like “do hobby for an hour a day” but even that feels like a lot. The thought of that feels exhausting so at least for me it should probs be do hobby thing at least 5 times week. Big goal is to swim 3 times and paint twice or vice a versa. its just hard to do that and then I’ll feel like crap and then notice that I haven’t exercised at all for 8 days and I just don’t move around enough to do that. I’m like a dog or walking house plant that needs to go outside and move around for sunshine and blood flow otherwise I start to physically and mentally feel awful. Its just hard to notice you know? Ugh its annoying because there’s so much shit. Its not just that I need some kinda exercise I also need to do some kinda hobby thing for me and other shit that I like to do. And that isn’t even including the work I need to do. I wasn’t even working before I cannot express enough how much of “doing nothing” I was doing. I’m doing better know with meds and therapy and what not and it is helping but I’ll still get home at 7 and just look at my phone and do some combo of read fanfictin/ play sudoko till I get tired and fall asleep. Then I wake up and shocking, I’m still on bullshit. Sometimes its feels to much to shower (at least with that one I know that I can get away with one at most 2 days with out shower so if I didn’t shower the day before I can mostly just force myself into the shower) that’s what I’m trying to figure out for everything else so I can look at my self force my self to stop looking at phone and paint a shitty flower or something. I was doing pretty good but The other week I house sitter for a friend and was immediately back on bullshit. I barely left her apartment the entire time I was there I’m sure that if I actually went to class, got exercise, painted (I brought all my paints then did fuck all) I would have been able to get more work done. I think Im only actually productive when I’m actually getting up and doing crap. I’m in a contact state of “working” and doing nothing but time is moving forward. I have no idea what this anon is. Ugh whatever I’ll submit it anyway

TL;DR trying to be better at actually do stuff and not doing fuck all. Any idea on what’s a good goal to strive for and what’s a good marker for shits getting fuck go for a walk

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Social time is going to be extremely variable. I'm an extrovert and thus lots of social time is no problem. I also do okay not seeing people though as long as I'm busy.

Exercise should be prioritized above most other things, much as I hate this. You should be doing something basically every day. I agree that swimming is likely not realistic on that schedule, but maybe a walk around the block? It sucks, but forcing yourself to get off your ass every day will help with the rest of it. Also, exercise that takes you out of the house, even if only briefly, requires that you put on clothes, which is also helpful.

Get off of social media. If you're having trouble managing things, now is the time to take a break from anything that involves doom scrolling and time just disappearing.

(I say from my bed where I'm wearing the dirty sweatshirt I slept in and no pants while answering asks instead of working on my next novel. Hmm...)

It's obviously important to you to prioritize painting, but I see the difficulty there: you have to get set up and clean up afterwards, and you can't leave paints sitting around or they dry out. I'd try to schedule one longer session per week for now. If you have something else like sketching, you can schedule more frequent shorter sessions because that's easier to pick up and put down without a lot of prep/cleanup.

I do find little morning rituals like making tea helpful. They pry me out of bed and add some structure to my day.

[fapper]

My thoughts on buddhism and experience with monks and shamans

Its hard trying to lock in to buddhism when i used to go to the monastery and u have to pay money just to talk to a monk and they recommend u certain seeds to buy and they recommend u sooo many like 5-7 different types of seeds/ incense and you have to buy them individually etc its a whole business i cant explain it really well but ik for sure its not supposed to be like this like… but im gonna look past what it has become today

One time my family brought a monk home when i was peak depressed like in 2016 i was anorexic and cutting and i didnt wanna engage in that tomfoolery so i was just laying in bed wallowing in sadness and when i finally got up and walked passed that monk he told my parents that my soul is dead LMAOOOO. Oh also before this monk came to our house i was shit talking him so bad and i was jst complaining to my family abt how we believe in shit like this and when the monk came over the first thing he did was call for me and said shes been badmouthing a lot ❤️ ight like that was a little scary but i still dont believe in #monks

Shamans are fake i think. My uncle is a shaman and i think hes full of bullshit 💀💀💀💀 its kinda silly and the whole ritual that they do is scary and theyre loud asf drumming that thing they use to connect with ghosts or WHATEVERRR the only 1 truthful thing a shaman said about me was that i live inside my mind a lot which is insanely true but then again. I cant get myself to believe in that nonsense

What i really like about buddhism is the art and the monasteries. Like ive been to the different monasteries across the country and theyre all very beautiful and the monsters are so detailed like its such eye candy. Theres one piece at the monastery near my home that has a huuge painting of hell/ heaven on a humans body and it is sooo beautiful i remember staring at it for 30 minutes and each time i would catch smaller and new details.

An example of this is below, i mean. You gotta be off something to draw something like this idk 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 its so insanely beautiful to me tho even though this is a monster

Overall im gonna really look into the history bc ik my family has been buddhists especially my grandma rip so maybe i need some sort of spirituality to guide me in life bc the atheist life is so boring like i need to be delusional about something to give me that passion in life idk. We’ll see man im just gonna start with wikipedia articles to get a grasp and then probably move onto asking my family etc . 💀💀💀 #boredAndUnemployed moment

[calmbluebellsstarm]

A Witch’s Slumber

Chapter 2

The lost boys x OC

The boys really didn’t know what to make of their previous night, David just wanted to forget and remind them what Max does on his own time wasn’t any of their business. All going out into the lights of the board walk to forget and cause their usual nightly chaos.

“Boys.” David smirked as he saw an opportunity on the carousel, with that they followed David. David saw a girl sitting next to a surf nazi and took the chance to steal his date for a bite, her boyfriend and friends didn’t take too lightly to that and both groups nearly started a brawl on the ride had it not been for the security guard,Big Ed. Keeping david in a head lock and looking at the rest of the delinquent boys, once again telling them to get off the board walk along with the other group and releasing David. Dwayne, Paul and Marko jumping off the carousel walking along side it as david walked on the ride till he saw that damned photo, snatching it from the floor and jumping off the ride to look at his brothers.

“Who brought it?” His voice sounded impatient already. Marko was quick to answer.

“Hey don’t look at me, Paul grabbed it from Max’s room.” Paul snapping his neck at Marko who had been ready to toss him under the bus, ready to defend himself, till Dwayne interrupted.

“I did. Forgot I had it in my pocket when we ran. We can just toss it.” Trying to sound as cool toned and trying to downplay his reason. David snapped in response “And if Max sees it missing?!”

“Then we can stop by the video store and see if he’s there so we can put it back in his room.”

They didn’t really have much more options than that, so with that they set off to the video store.

Max having an agitated look on his face seeing his boys walk in walking around his counter. The last time the boys were in there they had gotten into a fight with a few customers recking half the store. Max hated how chaotic they acted, what he was thinking when taking them under his wing he sometimes forgets. Though occasionally he’ll see a family walk into the store and remember why, a family of his own. One he controls, where they follow his exact words without question, it sounded more like followers but he digressed.

“I told you not to come in here.” And that’s all they needed to make sure he’d been too busy to head to his home soon and went off. David sent Paul inside to put the photo back where he’d found it while the rest waited outside in case Max were to return early out of paranoia. A few minutes turned into 10 minutes then 20 and that’s was enough time for david.

“He probably got distracted.”Dwayne sounding defeated, Marko smirked and let out a chuckle.

“I mean that chick is kinda cute” David not wanted to wait any longer stomped into the house, Marko and Dwayne trailing right behind. All froze when they heard the heart monitor from downstairs hearing it’s flatline and the smell of blood, fearing their brother couldn’t control himself.

———

An endless dark abyss, I have no idea how long I’ve been stuck in this slumber. Had it not been for Max occasionally speaking to me I might’ve gone insane, no matter how much I despise that wicked man. That maddening beeping however might as well been considered torture with how long I’ve had to hear it for who know how long, I missed the times before it came into this slumber. I wished for something to end this dark dream,anything anyone until I finally heard them.

A group of confused men knowing they shouldn’t have seen me let alone in the home. Wait,Ive heard them before? I heard one step close, I tried to move, to wake up, to call out for help. I sensed a hand on me without physically feeling anyone and that was enough have enough strength to least set off the heart monitor. Unfortunately they ran, stuck alone again, I gave up any hope of anyone finding me a long time ago. Nothing was supposed to be different as time passed on but I heard him.

———

Paul placed the photo back where he’d found it in Max’s room but stopped, his interest still peaked about the girl in the glass coffin. Letting his curiosity get the better, unlocked and entered the room. Seeing her still in the same position and they found her the previous night, he had wondered did Dwayne touching the glass trigger something? He stepped close and decided to speak to her, not even sure if she could hear him, even know he was there.

“Hey sleeping beauty.”He chuckled to himself, tapping the glass with his knuckle to see any reaction, still she laid with no response.

“You’re kinda less creepy up close. Sorry for bothering ya last night, if it helps Marko was the one who wanted to come here we just didn’t know you were here.” Feeling awkward at the one sided conversation he grows quiet let’s put a sigh. “One day you’ll get out of your glass cage.” gently settling his hand on the glass over where her’s lied, along side a soft smile,with that Paul turned to the door.

“No!no!no! Please! Don’t leave me here!” I tried to move, to say anything. I don’t care who was there I just didn’t want to be alone in this abyss listening to Max’s constant taunting. I wanted to scream, cry, thrash around like a toddler, anything that would call out for help. All these years of constant silence, that nuisance machine making sure I’m alive, Max’s nonsense conversation, I couldn’t stand it anymore! My eyes after who know how many years opened to see a wild long hair blonde outside the glass walking towards the door, I tried to speak but had trouble words out.I took my finally shot at calling for help by flinging myself at the glass,unfortunately it broke too easily. The man turned around startled at the sound glass shattering pulling him down with me to break my fall.

——-

David Dwayne and Marko rushed up stairs to find paul sitting on the floor of the doorway surrounded by broken glass and the girl on the floor between his legs hugging his stomach with pieces of glass in her right foot. Paul looked to be in shock, looking down at her still processing what just happened while holding this girl. All 4 too shocked to say anything until the girl loosened her grip on paul to look up at them, looking into her chestnut eyes, eyes they felt could’ve brought death back if stared into too long.

“Th…thank you.” A simple sign of gratitude weighed down from years of not being able to speak.

Paul still in shock of what just occurred could only utter a few words.

“…No problem.”

[climaxbattles]

vent dont read (unless the curiousity consumes you i guess. if you know me personally it might suck)

i havent been able to leave the house since may and it seems like every day i get worse and worse

i just cant deal with anything i dont know why

i dont go outside, i cant be alone, i cant even eat too fast/slow or i just like completely freak out

i started therapy and this is the first time ive ever been hopeful about interacting with a therapist but i still kind of dread it every week. im not even sure its helping like maybe shorter sessions would be better but i use so much energy just getting through the day i cant communicate until its too late

i dont even understand what made this happen my only guess is that one of the medications i tried really messed me up (or i have a brain tumor or thyroid problem or something) because a few of them had really really terrible side effects and i almost had to go back to the hospital for the 3rd time in a year, but i dont get why im not getting better when i dont do anything and im not on those meds anymore.

and if it is physical i cant leave the house without panicking like. i dont know how else i would go anywhere to get it checked out unless it got so bad i had to call an ambulance again so they could lie me down and give me oxygen and turn all the lights off and hold my hand again but that also was like very traumatic so im afraid i would just completely break

my friend is over visiting and i havent seen her in forever bc she moved 4 hours away and i cant even bring myself to hang out with her because she brought her boyfriend and i already have problems talking to anyone but her even though i fucking live with her family and leech off them. so im just hiding in my room

i dont really talk to anyone much anymore and i dont even know if its Because i want to be left alone or if its something making me lonely/im upset about. it also kind of seems like people r moving on from me but that could be like entirely self inflicted bc one on one conversation terrified me even before and now i like have panic attacks if a breathe wrong let alone attempt something thats always scared me

i think like some of them maybe also have a seperate discord server i wasnt invited to. this happened literally months ago where i accidentally found out and its not really my business i guess. and i dont even rly know if its true or even used anymore

it just feels bad because i lost a friend of like 7 years and a friend i really related to but didnt know long because i took their side in multiple arguments and i dont regret the 2nd one but the first one kind of still sucks. the people i lost had a lot of their own problems that made them unpleasant but idk. the first person was kind of always open to talking to me even though we r both fucked up and wouldnt ignore me even when i sometimes would bc of my own problems

and then if there Is a second server thats kind of why the second person lost their shit. so its like Maybe they were right in a small way (they were completely fucked though they would like suicidebait randomly and ive never had any other friend do that so its still for the best i think)

it seems like i keep losing or pushing away good friends kind of. or maybe im bad at all friends idk. ive never enjoyed socializing so it seems like my fault probably

i honestly just wish i could get on food stamps and/or disability on top of medicaid but i think people are still insisting i can go back to the way i was before. idk if thats possible. i just want to be able to stop taking As much Directly from other people and maybe like. buy legos or a 3d printer or something. i dont have much to do in the house 24/7 and my computer is getting old. and i think the internet is making this all worse but thats like my only activity

im so tired

[hungry-monkey]

So. um. my singing monsters. au. fanfiction. im gay guys.

ive been having this au for a while now but seeing other msm au's (PLUSHII AND BEAR IM LOOKING RIGHT AT YALL /POS) gave me the motivation and inspiration to finally put my gay creatures on the internet

anyway its called Hideaway

this is part one ig jbfdsjsosj

"Oh shit. Oh shit. Shit shit shit shit shit fuck shit piss. Fuck. Shit."

The peacefulness of plant island was obsolete at this point. The reason why? Monopoly. It was a strange practice introduced by humans in their more recent comings to the realm of the Monstrous. The strange hairless creatures had brought a lot of suffering, but new joys were discovered as well. This was not one of them.

"Dixxie you piece of shit. YOU LANDED ON MY GODDAMN PROPERTY. GIVE ME THE FUCKING MONEY DIPSHIT." Auro, an epic furcorn who was clearly not having good luck in this round, was ranting about how Dixxie wasn't following the rules of the game. The shrubb was obviously not listening. "Auro, that counts as mugging me you know," she said with a smug grin. "NO IT FUCKING DOESN'T??? WHAT ??" Auro was making a scene about how he was about to flip the board, to the annoyance of the others, when a voice stopped them.

"Guys, can you please uh, be quieter? I keep getting startled by your yelling and it's messing up my work and--"

"Shut the fuck up Ricky. Do your work someplace else, I'm too busy getting fucking mugged by Auro."

"STOP FUCKING SAYING THAT, I WILL BITE YOU."

"Ahem: Nuh uh."

"Uhh.. O-okie dokie then. Yeah. ...Goodbye."

Ricky decided it wasn't a good idea to stay in the commotion. Just the thought of staying there made him more anxious and made his face reflexively wince. It's funny that humans believe the concept that 4-element monsters are the commanders or rulers of their home islands. And then, we have Ricky. Entbrats are usually loud, obnoxious, confident, and not always the brightest of the bunch. But Ricky was the opposite from his peers. A socially anxious but highly intelligent monster. He walked and walked for what felt like forever, past corner stores, a hospital, and a school. His cabin was small, but it was his little world. This was what he saw when he isolated himself from the other monsters. It was safe here. It was warm, and comforting, along with the fact that he could conduct his studies in peace. What did he even study? Who fucking knows. Some nerdy science biology fucking shit. Fucking nerd. Fucking goober. He had just sat down when something struck his mind.

Usha!

He needed to feed his pet bird. The plant island critters need to eat a lot to survive with their small, frail bodies. And Usha in particular was very, very fussy when she was hungry. The critters are also just loud and chaotic in general. It's a wonder how he even managed to tame one and convince her to stay with him. He didn't like the human concept of keeping your pet companions in cages and confining them, so she just sort of hung out in his house, free to fly around in any room she wanted. Speaking of which, where was she?

"Usha! Here!"

Silence.

"Well then."

He poured a portion of various flower seeds from a paper bag into a small tin and shook it for a few seconds. Sure enough, the small bird zoomed towards him at the familiar sound. He placed the tin down on the side of his work table, where Usha quickly followed. He sat down and opened one of his textbooks, setting his notepad next to it. A few hours passed by. After a while, the words became blurred and the letters seemed to move in on each other. His body felt as if he was melting into his chair, and he rested his head in his hand, putting his elbow on the table.

-Well, I don't see any harm in closing my eyes for a few minutes...-

He shut his eyes and set his pen down, his papers a jumbled mess. His knee stopped bouncing, and after a short time the entbrat was asleep. Usha perched on his shoulder, ruffling herself in the warmth of his oddly fluffy leaves. The moon looked down on its world. The clock read "1:27 AM." Tomorrow was a new day.