#I feel like a child everytime I’m in my house

[mingiswow]

How do you tell your mom, that you still live with, that she’s the main reason of all your mental breakdowns for the past months, the reason that your eating disorder got back after years of being tamed and the reason why she thinks therapy is not helping because she is the one that needs therapy and not you?

#just so fucking tired #I feel like a child everytime I’m in my house #I’m almost 30 yet she refuses to acknowledge that #and even tho I try to set boundaries she doesn’t listen or respect them #and I have no money to live on my own #bee.txt #bee rants

[colourstreakgryffin]

Yo sup! I love your blog soooooo much!!! Your writing style is great in my opinion ^^. I'd like a yandere! Rui (platonic) with sister reader. She actually puts effort into making "family bonds" and while she is nice to the other "family" members, she never questions Rui's methods and actions and genuinely loves him despite the behaviours he displays. He is really overprotective over her and he likes her attention. I'd love a scenario like that

Hmmm! Okaaay! I have never written for Rui yet so let’s try it out, I’m optimistic! Been getting a lot of Platonic Yanderes lately tbh!

Yandere! Platonic! KNY Lower Moon Scenarios: Ayaki Rui

Rui, on the inside, is a lonely miserable child that is so desperate to feel nearest and dearest love for once in his new life that he does truly cruel and twisted means to get what carves so badly

Rui finds weak, pathetic demons and transfers his strength to them so they become infused by blood, cementing them as his family for good. He has done this too many to count… but most go against him and end up fried

Rui figured you’d be the same. Another sister who dares to try run away from him and will become his next toasted spider but no. You’re nothing like the ones who came before you and he is very shocked at first

Rui, needing to know if this behaviour is genuine, begins to keep a close eye on you and is very pleased everytime with the answers. You’re sweet and considerate to the other family members he brings home, you never argue with his methods nor measures and you even ask him how he is

Rui suspected you’d be angry at him for his drastic punishments to your siblings and parents, but no. You never once go against him, you just smile and proclaim you understand if he must hurt you. But in that moment, he won’t lay a single thread on you, he gently pats your head and orders you return to your room

Rui becomes favouritistic towards you, to the point it becomes obvious to everybody in the house. You’re a real sister and he needs to keep you as his, at all causes. No demon slayer can take you away from him and no demon can try trick you into abandoning him, he grows a intense sense of overprotectiveness over you, his one true sibling

Rui never really gets the love he wants with this makeshift family he has forcibly created. You’re the rare diamond of the pebble pile, you give him love and affection with no fear nor opposing intent. He is very tense and tries to push back but once he realises you’re just kissing away the blood on his cheek, he lets you. His obsession over you growing in the process

His obsession over keeping you as his sister at all means. Must he kill all those other failures? None of them please him at all and none has true worth to him, Rui is tempted to just kill them all and keep you. Sure, two siblings aren’t necessarily a family but the risk of losing you, who actually loves him, over a family who doesn’t love him. He is going to pick you everytime

Rui eventually moves you out of the attic you were in with your surrogate siblings. You don’t deserve to be around those pieces of filth and he ends up giving you the room, right next to his. So he can come to you very easily and demand your affection without needing anybody else around

He wants you nearby 24/7, his one and only beloved. He wants you close so he knows you’re still here and you haven’t been twisted by anything else that can twist your views

Rui is very desperate for attention so he wants it from you all the time. He’ll just sit down before you as you read/other and wait for you to acknowledge him. He doesn’t get hissy nor attack like he usually would if you take a little while, since he knows you’ll apologise and give him hugs or kisses as extra sorries

Rui will never let you out of the house nor out of the forest. You can go outside when he is with you, just to make sure no slayer can hurt you nor a demon can intervene. It’s all from his anxiety that makes him step in and take those extra precautions to keep you with him

At all causes, he doesn’t care how big the bill is he must pay to have you

Rui holds your hand as often as he possibly can, loving the feel of your warmth. He summons you to stand besides him as he deals out punishment, he sends you to the safety of the household when he finds threats he must dispose off. He is loving, he is favouritistic, he is possessive, he is overprotective; he is all of the above and so much more

“My dear sister. Come here, I am exhausted from taking care of such useless humans, may I get some affection to ease all my tense nerves? I don’t suspect you’d refuse, here now. You know I don’t bite you”

#kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny imagines #anime and manga #headcanons #kny lower moons #kny rui #kimetsu rui #demon slayer rui #kny #yandere imagines #yandere #yandere love #yandere headcanons #yandere rui #yandere ayaki rui #rui ayaki #ayaki rui #rui x reader #platonic yandere #lower moon 6 #lower moons #Rui is weirdly sweet #I can’t even be mad about it #Rui is big/little brother #it kinda cute

[auras-moonstone]

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ don’t blame me for what you made me do

ᡣ𐭩 word count: 1.6K

ᡣ𐭩 pairing: gf!ethan landry x gf!fem!carpenter!reader

ᡣ𐭩 summary: y/n is finally able to get revenge on her sisters when the bailey family reaches out to her to ask her to join the plan.

ᡣ𐭩 contents/warnings: implied character death. murder. family issues. bonding over shared issues. fluff.

ᡣ𐭩 author’s note: on sunday it was scream 6’s anniversary and it made me miss that era sm😫 the fandom is so dead, especially the ethan/jack one.

y/n had always felt like an outsider in her own family. her mom’s favorites had always been sam and tara. and y/n went under her radar, the curse of the middle child, they say. and then there were her sisters, who she was also not very close with. despite having only one year difference with tara, the youngest sibling had a better relationship with sam, so y/n was also left alone in the sibling department. she only had her dad, who used to be her entire world until he packed his bags and left her behind. and it was all because of sam carpenter.

revenge is a dish best served cold, they say. and after years of waiting, the opportunity came to y/n. it actually knocked on the door of her new apartment in new york city.

“um, hello? can i help you?” the girl asked confused, seeing three strangers standing before her. one was a man around his forties, then there was a tall boy with curly hair and a red-haired girl with green eyes.

“hi, y/n carpenter, right?” the man said.

“yeah… do i know you?” y/n asked, a tad creeped out.

“no, but you knew my son, richie.”

richie, the man who used to date sam and then try to kill her. the man who tied y/n up and hid her in a closet, telling her she was going to be okay. murdering her was never in richie’s plan, and it still confused the hell out of her.

y/n’s eyes widened. “yes. i’m really sorry about what happened.”

“thank you.” the man gave her a small smile. “my name is wayne bailey, these are my children, quinn and ethan.” his two kids waved at her and she smiled in response. “do you think we could talk for a few minutes? i have something to say that might interest you.”

she reluctantly let them in, and wayne started telling her about what richie told them. how he noticed the tension between her and her sisters, how he could see the resentment in her eyes everytime she looked at sam, how sometimes they became murderous too.

“i don’t know what to tell you… what’s this all about? why are you here?”

“you see, y/n, your sister murdered my son. the light of my life, and i want her to pay. and by what richie told me, i think that’s what you want too.”

that captured her interest. “sam is the reason my dad—the only person i was close with in that damn family—left. so, whatever you have planned, count me in.”

“are you okay?” y/n asked ethan, who looked very deep in thought as they entered the dorms building. they had just came from a meeting at wayne’s house, and ethan had been dead silent the whole way back home.

“i just… aren’t you scared? that things won’t work out and we might end like every other ghostface?” ethan was very expressive when he talked, he talked with his whole body, especially his hands. the maniac hand movement showed y/n that he was very anxious about the whole thing.

during the time she had spent with the baileys, she had reached a conclusion—wayne and quinn were all for revenge, it was clear they were furious with sam. and ethan, although he truly loved his brother and hated sam for what she did, was in on the plan for the mere purpose of pleasing his dad.

richie had been the favorite, and ethan wanted so bad for his father to see him like he once saw his brother that he was willing to sacrifice his life for it. y/n understood that feeling of wanting to belong more than anyone else, which was why she had connected with ethan in a way she never thought would be possible.

they became each other’s comfort, each other’s safe place when things got overwhelming. it really sucked to fake being wary of him, to act like she was trying to keep her distance because—like the rest of the group—she didn’t trust the new members, when it reality she just wanted to wrap her arms around his frame.

“i won’t let anything happen to you. even if i have to take a knife to the heart to make sure you get out of this alive, i’ll do it. i can promise you that.”

ethan shook his head. “but that’s exactly what i’m worried about. something happening to you. the thought of getting out of this without you… fuck, that can’t happen, y/n.”

y/n had seen ethan being vulnerable, he let himself be like that around her, but this was the first time she had seen him cry. it was a sight she never wanted to see again.

she carefully brush his tears away. “okay, then we’ll have each other’s back, okay? please don’t cry, you’re killing me.”

“i’m sorry, i’m just really scared.” he hid his face on the crook of her neck and took deep breaths to stop the tears.

“don’t be sorry. never apologise for feeling, especially to me. it just makes me sad to see your pretty eyes with tears, but i get what you say.”

“i don’t want to go back to the group.” he pouted.

y/n chuckled then checked her smartwatch. “it’s late. chad might wonder where you are.”

ethan groaned. “i don’t care. i’ll tell him i was at study group. can i stay here for a bit?”

“you’re a little obsessed with my presence, landry.” she joked.

“and what if i am?” he said before letting out a nervous laugh.

y/n took him in. his strong arm was settled on the back of the couch, right next to her head. his temple was resting on his closed hand and he was staring intently at her with those killer deep brown eyes. he was so beautiful and she was so weak when it came to him. and fuck if his full lips didn’t look so inviting.

her index finger lifted and it was soon tracing the shape of his lips. they felt as soft as his cute curls. “then we’d be on the same page. because i’m a little obsessed with you.”

ethan’s arm left the back of the couch to end up around the back of y/n’s neck, pulling her close. her shaky hand found its way to his hard chest, right where she could feel the thunderous beats of his heart, which only became more erratic when their lips finally met.

“mmmh, wanted it so bad.” he said between kisses. “we’re not going back to being just friends right? because i can’t handle that.”

“are you out of your mind? no way. you’re mine and i get to kiss you whenever i want. well, whenever i can.”

“yours. fuck, that sounds so good.” he hummed contently. “it’s going to be so hard to hold back from you.”

“but then, when we finally get to release the tension, it’s going to be so good, don’t you think?” she smirked.

“you drive me insane.”

“right back at you, pretty boy. i don’t think you realize how powerful those puppy eyes of yours are.”

ethan’s blood rushed to his cheeks and y/n giggled like a schoolgirl. her chest felt like busting. she was finally happy. truly. the 6 foot two brunet boy lying beneath her was her one source of happiness, and she was not going to let anything take him away from her.

y/n stood in her ghostface costume in front of her sisters. she was practically bouncing on her feet, excited to reveal herself and see the look on the girls’ faces. ethan, who had already shown his face, had the biggest smile. y/n was so adorable he had to close his hands in a fist to fight the temptation of bringing her into his arms.

“ready for the last surprise?.” wayne asked.

“come on, babe.” ethan squeezed her waist and y/n took the mask off. her sisters stepped back in shock, faces tinted with hurt.

“how could you?” tara spat as tears fell from her eyes.

y/n rolled her eyes. “oh, cry me a river.”

“why would you do this? is this all because of him?” sam pointed her head at ethan. “what? you fell in love and he brainwashed you into becoming a killer?”

“do you think i’m stupid? of course not.” she scoffed. “i mean, i did fall in love with him, but that’s besides the point. they came to my door a few days after we moved.” and she told them how she came to work with the baileys. “i waited years, and now… i can finally make you two pay for how shitty you’d always made me feel.”

“what are you talking about? we’re your sisters, y/n.”

y/n glared at tara. “you have some fucking nerve. you’ve always made me feel neglected, until sam left town. we started to bond, but as soon as she was back… you forgot about me. how can you even say you’re my sister?” she yelled in anger. ethan took her hand in comfort. “and you?” she looked at sam. “you’re the reason my dad left, and i swear to god i’m going to show you exactly how badly that hurt.”

“you crazy bitch. you’re insane.” tara screamed at her.

ethan slashed her stomach in fury. “watch your fucking mouth when you talk to my girlfriend!”

“let’s just get over with this. y/n deserves a break.” quinn said.

the carpenters sure put up a fight, y/n was the one who got most of the wounds, but they had managed to succeed. wayne and quinn left to take care of gale and mindy while ethan stay behind taking care of his girlfriend.

“are you feeling alright?”

“don’t worry, eth. they’re bad, but not that bad. i’ll for sure live.” she reassured him. “we made it. i told you we would.”

“you did.” he laughed, and then hugged her tightly. “you scared me so much, though. i really thought i’d lost you when i saw you lying on the ground.”

“i could never leave you.” she brushed her nose against his and whispered against his lips, “i love you. thanks for walking into my life.”

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry fic #ethan landry oneshot #ethan landry scream #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry fluff #scream fanfic #scream iv #scream 6 #ghostface #jack champion #jack champion x reader #jack champion x y/n

[clerc16]

gorgeous lies

summary: is it a gorgeous lie, or is it just a dreadful truth?

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader

warnings: a little angst, open ending i guess? cursing, mentions of a rocky relationship

Normally, you didn’t think about the concept of soulmates. It didn’t cross your mind. Until you met Charles; and that changed your whole perspective.

He was always there with you, for you; and you were always there for him. That’s just the way it was.

Relaxing days off were a necessity in your relationship. Calm days spent tangled between white, crisp bedsheets while small, sweet nothings were whispered and short stories were shared. Both of your lives seemed to stop once these days occurred - you were only thinking about each other while the world went on with their lives.

Honesty was very important, too. Both of your promises and words were always fulfilled. It was like an unspeakable vow; it was never really officiated but it was known.

Well, that’s what you thought anyway.

That’s what you thought, until the day you mistook Charles’ phone for yours. You tried unlocking it, but you realised that the Face ID didn’t recognise your face until it was too late.

“mate just tell her u should take a break. it’s better than to lead her on when u don’t even portray ur real feelings” read the text message. You didn’t even know who it was from - maybe Pierre, maybe Joris, maybe Arthur or Lorenzo - and frankly, you didn’t care.

You left as soon as you could. No explanation, no reasoning.

“my love, is everything ok? i’m here if u need me” Charles’ text said. You read it over so many times you memorised it. The fact he easily called you my love when he was unsure of his feelings. The way he easily made you believe him even when he didn’t believe himself.

The way you were so unbelievably attracted to him, like two opposite ends of a magnet, and all that just shattered.

Seconds turned into minutes, minutes turned into hours, hours turned into days. And Charles’ phone never got a notification that you responded.

Naturally, he came over to your house after two very long days. When you saw him on your doorstep, you wanted to slam the door in his face. But you didn’t. Instead, you ‘invite’ him in.

“Are you here to lie to me again?” You stammer. His eyebrows furrow as his eyes look deep into yours.

“What?”

“Or are you here to tell me we should take a break?” You continue. His face contorts as he finally understands what you’re referring to.

“My love, it wasn’t what it looked like-” he begins, but you cut him off as you laugh.

“Don’t my love me right now. I’m not stupid. I’m not a child. Just... get it over with, Charles. Please, just go.” You respond, your voice cracking.

Hearing the evident pain in your voice as it cracked caused his heart to crack, too.

And without another word, he was gone. Forever? Possibly.

Days dragged on like years. Days were spent crying; out of sadness, out of guilt, out of regret. They blended into one another but each one of them stuck out, sharp as a pin.

The one day that stood out the most, though, was the final day of a devastating week. Friday.

A knock on your door caused you to groan as you forced yourself off the couch.

“Is this Ms... L/N?” The man at the door asked. You hummed shortly.

“I have a delivery for you,” he says with a small smile as he places a huge bouquet of your favourite flower on your front door. You thank him as you drag it inside.

You weren’t stupid. You knew it was Charles.

Attached to the flowers was a note. You sighed as you opened it and began reading.

“Y/N,

I promise, none of this was a lie. Well, maybe some of it. But none of it was negative, I swear. It may seem like it was all a lie, but it wasn’t. Everytime I called you my love or told you I love you wasn’t a lie. None of it was. Please give me a chance to explain. I owe you an explanation, please let me do it.

I love you, I swear.

- Charles.”

You sigh once more as you fold up the note, the decision already clear in your mind.

thank you for reading! i hope this was worth it, please don’t be a ghost reader :)

#charles leclerc #f1 #charles leclerc x reader #scuderia ferrari #f1 x reader #f1 x you #charles leclerc imagine #formula 1 #charles leclerc x you #fanfics

[inlovewithpandora]

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Pairing: Human!Ralak x fem!pregnant!reader

Request: [ @teyamsbitch ] A constantly wanting junk food and B having to hide the junk food so she doesn’t get sick during her pregnancy. w/ Ralak || Ralak knows how junk food makes reader sick but reader is too stubborn and always makes herself sick by eating it so he decides to hide it from her and she whines but he gives her a substitute.

Synopsis: When a pregnancy craving hits you in the middle of the night all you want is your comfort food, the problem is you can’t find them.

Content: modern au, fluff, reader being a little stubborn, Ralak being a good hubby

Author’s Note: Thank you for sending this req in bestie, I loved writing it bc Ralak is so underrated. I hope you enjoy and that it meets your expectations🩷!!

- oc and art belongs to @zestys-stuff

Word Count: 759

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As your husband Ralak was peacefully sleeping next to you, you felt a heavy pregnancy craving hit you. You didn’t want to wake him up, so you quietly walked out the room and made your way to the kitchen. You began rummaging through your kitchen cabinets, trying to find your favorite comfort food, but you couldn’t find any. With scrunched eyebrows, you recall the last time you went grocery shopping. It was recent and it was clear in your memory having specifically bought your snacks for times like this, so it upset you that you couldn’t find them.

When Ralak shifted in bed, he didn’t feel your warm presence, which made him get out of bed to find you. Walking around the house, he heard the sound of cabinet doors opening and closing, the fridge opening, and then your frustrated groans.

“Babe, what are you doing up so late?” He asked, voice low as he carefully walked into the kitchen to not startle you.

“I’m looking for my snacks, ‘Lak. I couldn’t go to sleep because I’m craving my snacks, but I can’t find them anywhere.” As he watched you search the kitchen from top to bottom, he sort of felt bad because he knew the reason why you couldn’t find them.

“Okay, don’t be mad, but I kind of hid your snacks.” 

You turned your head to him so quickly you felt your neck was going to crack. “What do you mean ‘you hid my snacks’? Please don’t tell me you hid MY snacks from me like I’m some child.” There came times where he mentioned hiding them from you to prevent you from eating them, but this was the first time he actually did it. It annoyed you every time he brought it up, but to know that he dared to do it pissed you off because this wasn’t the time to deny you of your food.

“You know those snacks make you sick everytime you eat them.” Ralak wasn’t making that up, it was true. Each time you decided to eat them, they upset your stomach and sometimes it was to the point where you got nauseous and vomited. You knew they made you sick, but you didn’t care, all you wanted was to enjoy your snacks in peace.

“I don’t care about that, I want my snacks, Ralak!” You whined, wanting to finally fill your stomach so you could go back to sleep.

As you continued to whine and complain, Ralak reached into the top cabinet and grabbed an alternative snack he bought for you a few days ago. He knew this day would come and that he would need something to save him from being cursed out.

“Look, I bought you an alternative. Something that won’t make you sick.” Your nose turned up as you looked at the snack he was trying to offer you. You didn’t want an alternative because they never tasted like the actual snack it was supposed to imitate. 

“Ralak, I don’t want it. It looks disgusting!”

Ralak just shook his head at your stubbornness. “Just try it, I bet you’ll like it if you give it a chance.” You reluctantly grabbed the snack out of his hand, hoping that it was good enough because if it wasn’t he was definitely going to get an ear full from you.

You opened the bag and placed some in your hand. Taking a deep breath, you braced yourself for a nasty taste to overcome your tongue before placing them in your mouth. As you chewed them slowly, taking in the flavor, you realized that they weren’t that bad. They actually tasted better than you expected.

As Ralak closely watched you eat, he noticed the small fire in your eyes subside now that you were having your cravings fulfilled. “Do you feel better now?” He came behind you, wrapping his arms around your torso while placing his hands on your swollen stomach and resting his head on your shoulder.

“Yes, much better. Thank you for getting me these, I appreciate it.” You turned and kissed his cheek which caused a soft smile to curl onto his lips knowing that he made you happy. When you finished your snack, right on cue your eyes began to flutter close, which made Ralak pick you up and carry you into your shared bedroom.

After gently placing you in bed, he tucked you in and kissed your forehead, smiling as he thought about how soon it would be before your little bundle of joy would be there.

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[tojivu]

SUGAR.

a/n “you’re the only one i want by my side when i fall asleep.”

warnings/tags how genshin men look out 4 you! pls don’t Flop i’ll cry (includes childe diluc zhongli xiao)

CHILDE holds your hand tightly as he leads you through the crowd. it was unbelievable how packed the market was today. all he wanted was to get some fruit and stroll around the city—the weather was perfect. the sun was beating down on you both; you could almost feel the hot concrete through your slippers. ajax insisted you put on sunscreen, saying he doesn’t want you to get burns; dragging you to the bathroom while doing so. it seemed like he cared about your safety more than anything else—as soon as he got home, he had started to complain about how he forgot to put sunscreen on himself.

“ajax, stop moving around. you’re making this harder than it should be.”

“it hurts.” he frowns, sucking air through his teeth as the cold aloe vera lotion spread across his skin. you shook your head in annoyance.

“you were so obsessed with getting the sunscreen on me, now look at you.” he doesn’t take well to this, and you know because you look up and see his face; eyebrows furrowed and ears red from embarrassment.

“didn’t want you to get burned.”

so stubborn, you thought—but you can’t help but smile a little anyway.

—

DILUC is, naturally, a very busy man. there was a lot of work that he would need to get done, some taking hours to finish up. nevertheless, diluc ragnvindr would always find a way to take care of you, even when he’s piled with work. most nights, you finished work late—coming home to an empty house wasn’t the most pleasant idea to you. coming home later always meant that diluc would be waiting for you, calling out your name as soon as you step in.

the quiet air was not something you enjoyed. when you were at home, you’d often hear a pen scribbling because of diluc—even the most tiniest sound could calm you, knowing that he’s right there, even if he doesn’t speak at all.

you were puzzled as to why you didn’t hear a shout of your name as soon as the door opened. no greeting came, and you were a bit disappointed. why wasn’t he here? he’s always home before you.

suddenly, you heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and a familiar red-haired figure pops into the hallway. “y/n, hey, i’m so sorry. was in the shower.”

“don’t scare me like that. thought i was home alone,” you gave a sigh of relief, and diluc welcomes you home with a hug—as he always did.

“i’m never late to anything, y/n.” perhaps it’s the professional side of him speaking, though you can’t help but think something in his soft smile says otherwise.

—

ZHONGLI gets paranoid everytime you cook for him. would you burn yourself, spill oil everywhere? start a fire? he never knew with you. don’t get him wrong, it’s not that he thinks you can’t cook—he just doesn’t want you to get hurt. ever since that one fine evening two years ago (an incident you and your neighbours would rather forget), zhongli has never trusted you to be alone in the kitchen. he fries the eggs in the morning while the most he’d let you do is toast bread.

you find yourself craving a hot bowl of noodles, and zhongli doesn’t realise you’ve left your shared bedroom until he reaches for you in bed—no one.

you’re boiling a pot of water and you can hear rushed footsteps coming down the stairs, and when your boyfriend’s face appears in the kitchen doorway—you know you’re about to get a lecture. his nose is scrunched and his eyebrows are stern, and you think he looks adorable, despite the fact that as soon as he opens his mouth..

“didn’t i tell you to tell me if you’re going to cook?”

“it’s just hot water.”

“let me do it, okay? i’ll drain the noodles for you, then i’ll leave you be.” you know your boyfriend has your best interests at heart, no matter how paranoid he may be. you give up, stepping away from the stove; you can’t complain much anyway, he looks very handsome when he cooks. something about the way he holds chopsticks is very alluring.

—

XIAO holds your hand tight and walks you home, no matter where you are. if you sent him a text saying you were scared, he’d come running even if you were stuck in the middle of a deserted island. he never wants you to feel unsafe, and he does his best to be with you whenever you do feel unsafe. when you both are out on a date in the late hours of the night, he’s gripping your hand and holding you close—making sure nobody but him could get near. he makes sure you get home safe, watching you step into your house and closing the door before he makes his own way home.

“xiao, hey, i think you should go home. i can walk from here.” you tell him. he looked so tired, and you felt bad because all you did was drag him around the city today.

his eyes blinked slowly at yours, as if he was processing what you just said. it was 2 in the morning and you’re not sure if he was going to pass out.

“nah, i’ll walk you.” he insists, grabbing a hold of your hand and taking the lead—he knows your way home by heart now and he hates how it’s always so dark in your neighbourhood.

arguing with him is futile, most times. you choose to accept it, your boyfriend’s hands feel so warm—so safe and tight, as if he’d never let you go.

“okay.”

i did childe and diluc so dirty i am so sorry it’s always rhe gingers — 181022

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[ofallthingsnasty]

my birthday gift? can i- can i really ask for something i want? well… can i move upstairs, kento? i-i promise i’ll behave… please… i feel so scared here everytime you go to work… (for nanamin since you said you write for jjk! hehe)

tags: yandere, past kidnapping, telltale signs of stockholm (uh oh)

The hand loosening his tie stills. 

His brows furrow, then his shoulder slacks. You know the gesture, Nanami is thinking about what to say. 

Strained eyes find yours, searching your face - for what, you don’t know. Is it too much to ask for? The flowers had been nice this morning, as far as twisted birthday wishes from the man who has kept you in his home for months go, but you getting a shred of human decency back seems more thoughtful than an elegant bouquet full of your favorites. You know by now that there is no way out of this situation and it would be nice to make your life more bearable. Access to a proper kitchen. A couch. Maybe you could watch TV?

A sigh. It's not born from annoyance (it never is, annoyance isn't something he seems to feel when it comes to you and you pray it stays that way) but resignation, from a heavy burden only he bears.

He’s taking too long to answer, you realize and a tiny spark of worry flits through your gut.

There is nothing to fear, you tell yourself.

He can be reasonable, pragmatic. Not manipulated but guided towards a more favorable outcome if your needs and wants are sensible, humble. 

Nanami isn't cruel. Somewhere in his mind, it all makes sense - and for the most part, you think you can follow him, can come to the same conclusions, to the most logical outcome. 

Maybe you’re finally going stir-crazy enough that you’d call your abductor reasonable. 

But he still knows something you don’t. This strange, silent man who comes home to you, clothes finely speckled with blood more often than not, lives in a different world from yours. Where someone leaves the house in a proper suit and a pinched face only to return late, with grip of steel on your shoulders and the smell of physical exertion on their clothes. Where it seems sane to kidnap someone unassuming like you and put them in a basement for safekeeping. 

There is something going on beyond your scope - you’d be stupid not to sense it by now, but you are starting to think that he’d rather die than tell you. 

“It’s not a matter of good behavior”, he finally says and his voice is guarded, cool. “It’s a matter of safety.” Safety. You’ve had this conversation many times, you think, this is just a different version of it. 

His rejection leaves your eyes hot - you feel like a scolded child being denied one too many treats. Maybe you’re just greedy. Trying your luck on an already excellent day. 

“But I’m scared-”, you push out quickly and let the words hang in the air, because they are true.

How many times have you thought about how long the water would last you down here if he ever bit off more than he could chew and never came home again (and you’re sure the day will come, you know it will), if anyone would ever go looking for you because you doubt a single person is aware of your presence. 

He pinches the bridge of his nose before you can spiral further, but the damage is done.

“I am aware”, he says, exhausted. “And I understand-”

The tears that finally spill from your eyes interrupt him.

He looks at you for a moment as you try to straighten yourself back out, ashamed of your hot temper cooking over and leaving you to show weakness in front of the one man you shouldn't.

His brow softens ever so slightly as he watches you, every crease caused by his work smoothed over with tenderness for your miserable state. It's humiliating.

"I understand your predicament. And I'll see what can be done."

You nod. Through the tears and the burning air in your nose, you nod. 

You know he means it. It's a promise when he says it like that - not a promise for you to finally get out of the dingy basement, but a promise to figure something out.

How much of your wish will come true will be up to his estimation but you allow yourself to feel a tiny glimmer of hope - and allow him to tuck you under his heavy arms as he unbottons his shirt ever so slightly, ending the conversation with the tiny gesture.

Yes, you’re definitely losing it to consider this exchange at least a partial success.

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[serenescribe]

had a really rough day. wanted to get out my feelings through writing. easier by the crane wives is a lilia song. enjoy c:

“I’ll be back soon, Silver,” Lilia whispers, kneeling down to press a kiss against his son’s forehead, one hand cupping his cheek. “Be good, alright? Remember your chores, and your—”

“And my exercises, I know,” Silver answers, smiling brightly at him. And oh, it makes Lilia’s chest ache so deeply, like a hand has grasped around his beating heart, fingers curling tighter and squeezing until his breath chokes in his throat.

Everything about the boy, the child he has taken in as his own, makes him feel so strongly — especially the silver strands of silken locks that frame his face, causing the aurora glint of his pupils to shine even brighter. It is a feeling that Lilia dubbed as a negative years ago, when he had picked up that wooden cradle in the woods and watched the baby tucked within it open its eyes — a reflection of a foe long since slaughtered, an enemy that makes Lilia’s blood boil with rippling rage.

But lately, he cannot help but feel as though the feeling, the emotion he keeps cradled within his heart, is shifting. When Silver was younger, Lilia had to leave the house over and over, taking a breather for himself as he quelled his roaring rage, the impetuous youthful general of his mind screaming for him to take the boy out. But now, when he ruffles the young boy’s hair, or opens his arms when he clings to him for a hug, all Lilia feels is a candlelight swell of something warmth — so small and delicate, as though a single breath can blow it out.

And so, with confusion misting his mind and emotions tangling into his chest, Lilia leaves, again and again.

He leaves, travels far and wide, under the guise of missions and quests, or, when he has no further excuse, for his own private purposes. Lilia steps away from the cottage he has slowly begun to consider a home, wraps his heart with powerful armour, tucks away those muddled feelings for later, preferably never. Lilia stays away long enough, feeling the wind against his face, smelling the salt of the seas, feeling the heat of the sun he’s never truly loved beating down on his skin.

And when his tasks are done, or when he cannot stay away any longer, he returns.

Each and every time he comes home, Silver greets him with a smile, arms outstretched for a hug. “I missed you, Papa,” he says so shyly as Lilia lifts him up, mirth trickling into each new reunion, casting the memories in sunny hues. “I’m happy you’re home.”

And what is Lilia to do, then, when his heart seizes at those words? The armour breaks apart, a burst of something strong and hot sweeping through him; he coos in response, praises how good Silver has been, taking care of the house, looking after himself, my, what a mature child he is! But Lilia has never returned the words that Silver always whispers to him whenever he gets sleepy and Lilia tucks him into bed; he turns his head to the side, light locks of hair splayed out over his scratchy pillow, lips parting to murmur, “I love you, Papa.”

Everytime he hears those words—

(And it is never only during their reunions, for Silver always tells him that, brimming with such love that it makes some younger part of him freeze up, locking in place, bile rising through his throat.)

—Lilia has to leave again.

Silver is seven now. He has grown so much in such a short time — thus is the fragility of humankind, Lilia muses to himself. He used to think of it as a blessing when Silver was but a baby, for it would cut short the number of years they had to spend together. But now?

Lilia isn’t sure what to think now.

(Or perhaps it is more like he refuses to admit the truth to himself.)

He swallows down the lump in his throat, sucking in a deep breath. “I trust you to take care of yourself, dear,” he says as brightly as he can manage, fingers pulling away as he reaches for the swinging clasp of his travelling cloak. Lilia adjusts it, ensuring the hood can cover his face — the sunlight has always been a blasted enemy of his, after all — but as he turns to leave…

A tug.

He pauses. Turning his head to glance over his shoulder, Lilia’s eyes meet auroral pupils, wide eyes that gaze up at him as though he hung the stars.

“I love you, Papa,” Silver reminds him, shining so splendidly that it hurts. “Take care, okay?”

His ribs press in against his lungs, digging in tight, each breath shallow and raw.

“I will,” Lilia promises, voice shaky, forcing a smile that does not fit onto his face. “Thank you, Silver.”

And when he leaves again, walks the familiar path away from their home — and when has he begun to truly think of it that way? Lilia does not remember — Lilia’s steps grow faster and faster, breath catching in his throat until he’s running, practically flying, getting away as quickly as he can.

(For what reason does he run?

Is it because he cannot stand the sight of Silver, the boy who resembles the Dawn Knight to such an eerie extent?

Or is it because he’s unable to comprehend the possibility that he is getting attached?)

It is better to leave, again and again.

Until he can wrangle his feelings, until he can pick apart every flicker of doting warmth and every icy shard of contempt, until he can decide for himself that yes, he will leave or no, he will stay, permanently, irreversibly—

Lilia will wander the earth and hide the love that he feels, pushing it away until it becomes bearable enough for him to go home.

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[cranetreegang]

Home at Last - Ominis x FemReader

Summary: Ominis finally returns to the Gaunt Estate. It's all that he remembers, except he's the one who's changed. He navigates his parents in search of any clues about Ancient Magic and his ancestors.

Word Count: ~7,200 words

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Warnings: Child abuse, mentions of child abuse, manipulation

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Standing in front of the iron gate, Ominis clenches his wand tightly in one hand and his suitcase in the other. Despite not having been back to the Estate in years, it all feels the exact same. The gate resonates with layers of protective charms and dark magic. He can barely make out the circular emblem locking the gate in place, which he’s sure has a gaudy ‘G’ etched at the center. The feelings he used to harbor for this place hasn’t changed either as his feet refuse to move to take the final steps forward. 

He closes his eyes, sucking in a sharp breath, then finally approaches. The gate shutters open for the wayward heir and he walks towards the manor. Under his boots, he feels patches of grass growing between the once trimmed stone path - occasionally kicking some loose bricks as he passes. The steps leading up to the door aren’t fairing much better, deteriorating under his weight and he hears the sounds of pebbles and debris hitting the ground. 

The massive double door is his last chance to turn around. With one last sharp inhale, Ominis flick his wand at the door. It groans and whines as it slowly opens. Ominis steps inside, the smells of old wood and marble greet him along with a scent of dust. The still silence sends a brief chill down his spine then the door slams shut, echoing throughout the manor in a deafening boom and rattling him. His back straightens and he knows there’s no turning back now.

He notes how there’s not as much furniture by the entryway. In fact, as he walks through the manor towards his old bedroom, the place is practically sparse. If he didn’t know better, he would’ve thought they had moved without telling him. But, he does know the harsh truth of the matter and he can’t stop a scornful smirk at how much his proud family has fallen. Oh, if Salazar Slytherin could see the deteriorating state of his esteemed bloodline now, Ominis laughs to himself. There hasn’t even been a single house elf scurrying through the halls, now that he thinks of it. Indeed, his family is truly in tough times for his Mother to forgo her house elves.

He rounds the corner and heads down the long hallway of the east wing towards the last door on the right. With another flick of his wand, his wards pacify then the bedroom door unlocks and shudders open. Waving his wand around, he’s surprised to find he still has a bed. It seems his room is wholly untouched - his four poster bed on the far right wall, his large oak desk in front of him against the window, then his wardrobe on the left wall. 

Setting his suitcase on the bed, creating a cloud of dust in the air, his mind starts to drift back to his days here - his days before the Sallow twins and Hogwarts. A soft sigh escapes him as he heads towards his old desk. 

Through the layer of grime, his fingertips find the familiar scratches and knicks exactly as they were. He sits down in the chair and recites a spell to unlock the drawers. Notes, books, amateur drawings, and other various knick knacks are tucked away inside - all as he left it. One journal in particular gets his attention. The leatherbound book is cool against his touch and he flips open to a random page to read.

Each day feels like a struggle, a battle. I don’t know what’s worse - Father when he ignores my existence entirely, or when he does acknowledge my presence. 

I yearn for his approval. I try to be the son he wishes me to be. But everytime I try, I’m only met with his harsh, cruel words as he berates me - his words laced with obvious disdain and disapproval. It’s days like today that I’m thankful for my blindness, so as to not see the matching disgust which accompanies these words.

Cimsy was able to procure me the spellbook I requested, and I’ve managed to create charms to protect my room and desk. After the incident with Marvolo, I pray I’m able to find brief sanctuary in my room. It’s a shallow comfort - as these charms are rudimentary at best - but I take it all the same. 

Next year, I’ll be at Hogwarts. Next year, I’ll be far, far away from here. Next year, I’ll become just as talented as all the wizards I’ve read about in my stories. I’ll be a hero - rising above adversity and slaying fearsome monsters. 

Ominis skims his wand over the entry several times, recalling that day all too well. Many memories he hasn’t thought about start to surface. He gently places the journal on the desk then reaches back inside the drawer. Searching along the underside, he feels a shallow, circular indent - which he presses. A soft click reaches his ears and he smiles, tracing along the side until a protruding piece of wood meets his fingers. He opens it, his fingers just barely touching the hidden contents. 

“Young Master.”

Shutting the drawer with a swift movement, Ominis whips his head around with a scowl, which quickly melts into a more gentle expression once he realizes who’s at the door.

“Cimsy,” Ominis grins as he stands. “It’s been too long. How are you?”

The old house elf limps into the room, her bare feet dragging on the marble floor.

“Cimsy is most pleased to see the young Master back,” Cimsy sounds more worn, aged, and tired than he recalls. He holds back his pitying frown as Cimsy continues. 

“Cimsy has been quite busy since the others were sold. Cimsy tried to clean your room before you arrived, young Master, but Cimsy could not get in. Clever charms, young Master. Too clever for Cimsy.” 

“I apologize. I forgot they were in place before I left,” Ominis smiles, “I’m sorry I haven’t visited you, Cimsy. Truly. I've missed you, and our walks in the garden.”

Cimsy chuckles, airy and weak, “Cimsy has missed the young Master Gaunt as well. Cimsy has been sent to retrieve the young Master. Mistress Gaunt wishes to see you, young Master.”

Ominis’ smile fades into a tight grimace, and he nods, “Very well. I shouldn’t keep her waiting. Lead the way.”

Cimsy bows, then starts her slow shuffle towards the parlor room. 

Along the way, Ominis is reminiscent of all the times he’s walked to the parlor - through all the winding, rug covered hallways and past all the portraits no doubt staring at him as he goes by. Cimsy opens the door to the parlor and a rush of warm air hits his face.

“Mistress Gaunt, the young Master is here, as requested.”

Ominis strides into the room, registering the presence of his mother by the window lounging on the chaise.  By the way her arm is angled, she’s no doubt holding onto a wine glass. 

“Have lunch prepared, Cimsy,” Mother’s voice is cold, detached, and without inflection. It sends a shiver down his spine despite the order not being towards him. 

“Right away, Mistress,” Cimsy says, snapping her fingers to apparate to the kitchens. 

Mother sets down her glass with a clink then rises from her perch. She slowly turns to face him and Ominis feels her sharp eyes upon him. She flows towards him with soft steps and the air chills once she’s in front of him. He notices that she’s not as tall as she once was as she’s no longer able to loom over him. Instead, it appears he’s at least above eye level with her. 

“Oh, my little Ominis,” she coos in a far warmer tone than earlier. The change has always jarred him, but he maintains a neutral expression - even when her cold hands cup either side of his cheeks. 

She turns his head, examining him, “My, my, how you’ve grown into such a handsome young man.”

Her long fingers stroke through his hair - landing on the back of his neck to bring him into her embrace. Ominis is stiff in her arms as she places a kiss on the top of his head. 

“I have missed you, my darling boy,” she whispers. The stench of tart wine fans across his face. Her strong perfume consumes the rest of his senses. 

“I’ve missed your letters, my sweetling. Do you know how much worry and anguish I’ve been in? Do you even care?” 

Ominis winces at her sweetly sharp tone, her nails threatening to rip into him. He replies as evenly as he can. 

“I apologize, Mother. I didn’t mean to cause you distress. My coursework is quite demanding and it requires my full attention.” 

Mother’s hands move to his shoulders, her nails digging into him as she yanks him out of her bosom. The heat of her glare prickles his skin and he does well in keeping his blank expression.

“‘Full attention’?! Are you saying I am not worthy of your ‘precious’ attention? After all I’ve sacrificed for you? After all I’ve done for you! This is how you repay my kindness? My love?” her voice wavers, signaling the beginning of tears starting to form. 

Ominis swallows the lump in his throat, “I didn’t mean to upset you, Mother. I know you’ve done much for me. Which is why I’m here now.”

She tsk’s then seethes, “You’ve been running away from your duties. Your responsibilities. I have done everything for you. I have created a path that’s best for you, yet you continue to act like a juvenile. I never should’ve allowed you to go off to that school. It’s pulled you too much away from me.” 

“Please, Mother,” he says calmly, “Hogwarts is what’s best for me. You said so yourself. If I’m to be truly worthy as your son, then I must be educated. You know this.”

 Sensing her growing annoyance and rage, he quickly adds, “I’ve longed to be here with you, Mother. I… missed you. And I haven’t forgotten my duties. I’m trying to prepare for them - as to make you proud. I only want to be a worthy son to you, Mother.” 

She’s silent, her hold on his shoulders relax and she shifts a hand up to cup his cheek once more. He remains stoic and still, suppressing the chills and discomfort behind clenched teeth. 

“You’ve changed,” she coos while rubbing her thumb across his cheek. “For the better it seems. It’s good you’ve come to your senses. And for you to return home. Return to me.” 

He can’t bring himself to force a smile, so he only nods, “Of course, Mother.”

Mother sighs, letting him go then taking his arm to lead him, “Come. Let us eat. I’m sure you’re starving.” 

Ominis doesn’t fight her, he needs her. At least until he finds what he’s looking for. Until then, he’ll play the part he knows so well - the good, obedient son. 

Arriving at the dining room, they sit across from one another while Cimsy brings out their meal. A bland watery broth wafts up to his nose along with the welcoming scent of warm, fresh bread. 

“Cimsy!” Mother hisses. “Surely this must be a joke. You do have something else prepared.”

He hears Cimsy wring her hands together as she stammers, “C-Cimsy is deeply sorry, Mistress. Cimsy could o-only make this. Mistress did not give Cimsy enough to buy-,”

“Shut up!” 

Cimsy silences immediately while his Mother fumes. Ominis grips his spoon tightly, wishing he could speak up. But, he remains silent.

“Leave us. I expect something more worthwhile at dinner,” Mother sneers.

Cimsy doesn’t hesitate to leave. Their meal is in silence, thankfully. Once it’s done, Ominis finally decides to ask,

“Mother, would it be alright if I were to read through some of the records in the archives?” 

There’s a long silence and Ominis holds his tongue to keep from groveling. His true intentions are on full display and he worries he may have shown too much. 

“Why?” She questions. 

“It’s time I’ve learned more of our namesake and heritage. I want to continue family traditions,” he replies quickly with the excuse he’s been repeating in his head since he first arrived. 

Another long silence, and his tongue is bleeding from his sharp teeth digging into the flesh. 

“I’ve been looking forward to this day,” Mother beams as she stands. Ominis releases a breath, going to stand as she continues, “Our family history is one which many don’t have the privilege of knowing.” 

She goes over to Ominis, gripping his arm again as she leads him to the library. He can’t deny his excitement, his curiosity. The implications of his ancestors having a connection to Ancient Magic would give him as many questions as answers. He wonders if his path was always meant to intertwine with his love’s. The thought troubles him - the idea of him and her fated to be together instead of wanting to be doesn’t sit well with him. That his actions up to this point have been meaningless as they were always meant to happen this way. He shoves the idea aside, not wishing to dwell on the possibility any longer.

Mother pulls him through the dusty library to the locked room at the back. She produces her key, the door softly unlocks then opens, and they head inside the musty room. Mother taps a glass object and he hears the soft humming of what he assumes to be lights. Despite not having been in the archives in some time, it’s exactly as he remembers it.

The archives is a long rectangular room, adorned with shelves, cabinets, and display cases. The air carries a faint scent of aged paper and taxidermy beasts - beasts that have long since been wiped to extinction. Framed portraits of ancestors, their watchful gazes keeping a vigil over the room, stare into Ominis. He can imagine the sneers of these portraits as the disapproving mumblings of his blindness reach his ears. 

Along the walls, rows of sturdy wooden shelves stretch from floor to ceiling, neatly organized and laden with volumes of journals, diaries, and bound manuscripts. Cabinets with glass doors stand proudly, showcasing delicate heirlooms and cherished mementos. A silver pocket watch, a set of wands, and worn leather gloves are among the treasures preserved.

In the center of the room, a large oak table serves as a workspace, adorned with magnifying glasses, quills and ink, and carefully arranged parchment paper. 

The room exudes a sense of order and purpose, meticulously sorted and organized through generations. If there is one thing the Gaunt’s pride themselves on - it’s their family heritage.  

“Ah, where to begin?” Gliding around the room, her fingers dance along the spines of journals and tomes until she stops on one. She pulls it from the shelf and flips it open. 

“Gormalith will be of interest to you,” she begins then dives right into reading a rather boring account of what Gormalith had for breakfast and the subsequent torture of the house elf which made him said breakfast. 

Before she can continue, Ominis interjects, “I was hoping I could find a certain time frame.” 

Mother stares at him, shutting the book with a huff, “And what time frame would that be, Ominis?”

“I was thinking upon it the other day, and I’m afraid I’m unfamiliar with any of our history during the 15th century.”

He can feel her brow raise, but she hums as she heads to the other side of the room. He follows, and notes when she lingers on a certain row of books. 

“I doubt a boy your age would be interested in that era,” Mother dismisses then heads towards another shelf. “You would be far more pressed to know about Aron and his exploits in the east. In fact, he was able to capture a Ceasg during his voyage across the North Sea.” 

Ominis’ brows pinch, but he suppresses his aggravation with a stiff nod, “If that’s what you believe is best.”

Mother continues to read to him about the accounts of his ancestors, and Ominis nods along - his mind drifting to the one row which she lingered at. As the afternoon shifts to evening, Ominis senses his mother growing bored of the history lesson. 

“We should check on Cimsy to ensure dinner is being prepared,” she shuts the diary and grabs onto his arm.

“I wouldn’t mind staying here for a moment longer,” Ominis states then quickly adds, “If that’s alright.” 

Her grip on his arm tightens, “You shouldn’t be in here by yourself, my sweetling.”

“I can handle myself,” he replies far too sharply. Her nails dig into him to confirm as much. “Besides, I’m utterly fascinated by our family heritage.” 

“Ominis-,”

“You were saying I’ve been neglecting my duties,” he says as calmly as he can. “Perhaps this is the best way for me to understand my place. To appreciate the path you’ve set out for me, and understand my role in our family.”

Another long pause makes his shoulders tense. 

She has a light, amused laugh before she places a kiss on his cheek, “Oh, my curious little boy. Very well, I’ll leave you to it,” she places the key into his palm. “Lock up when you’re done. I’ll have Cimsy come fetch you when dinner is ready.” 

Mother leaves, and Ominis lets out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding. He stuffs the key into his pocket then heads quickly over to the shelf he’s been dying to investigate all day. He grabs as many journals as he can carry and takes them to the oak table. Plopping down into the worn leather chair, he begins to skim through the diaries. 

According to what his love told him, Isidora would’ve been at Hogwarts in her youth around the 1450’s with the latest dates being before 1500 - when she became a professor. He grimaces at how wide of a year range that leaves him, but she also mentioned Headmistress Fitzgerald serving Hogwarts during that time frame. Rackham, Rookwood, and Bakar were also names he could search for. Hopefully, that’ll be enough for him to go on. 

He’s barely made it through the first diary when Cimsy informs him of dinner being ready. Ominis is reluctant to leave, but he doesn’t have much of a choice. As he heads back to the dining room, he stops at his room - free from prying eyes. He takes out the archives key and conjures a duplicate. Satisfied, he hides the key in his desk then heads to dinner. 

The air in the dining room is tense, and Ominis pauses for a moment as he enters the room. His father is at the head of the table while his mother is sat next to him. Ominis is hesitant as he takes his place across from his mother. The stench of scented smoke and tobacco emanates from his father. Some things truly haven’t changed, Ominis muses to himself. 

Cimsy summons forth their dinner, a roast with potatoes and carrots, then she refills his mother and father’s drinks. 

Ominis isn’t unfamiliar with the tense atmosphere - especially if his father is near - but it unsettles him all the same. The quiet clanking of their silver utensils hitting the fine china and chewing is the only noises to be heard. Ominis tries his best to not look like he’s rushing to finish eating, but he longs to leave this dinner. 

“It seems you received a letter today,” Mother says in a low voice. 

Fear clasps around his throat before he tilts his head with feign surprise, “Oh? From who?” 

Paper rustles and tears, sending his heart beating frantically in his chest. 

“Dearest Ominis,” Mother begins with a terse frown lacing her voice, “I hope you arrived safely. I miss you already. I hope to hear from you soon. Sincerely yours.”

Ominis lets out a quiet breath, thankful she did not write anything too sweet to him. 

“Who is this?” Mother questions.

“A friend from school,” Ominis replies with no hesitation.

More rustling of paper as Mother re-reads the letter once again. 

“And this friend,” Mother draws out, “who are they?”

“Just a friend. Nothing more,” Ominis counters. 

“Friends do not write, ‘I miss you already’.”

Ominis can’t help his smirk, “Perhaps not yours.”

Mother scoffs, igniting the letter on fire - the smoke reaching his nose and making him scowl. 

“It’s a girl, isn’t it? This friend?” Mother hisses. “Tell me, are you involved with her?” 

“I’ve already said, she’s a friend. Nothing more. I don’t know what else you wish me to say on the matter. I can’t control what she writes. Perhaps she does hold some infatuation with me, but I do not return the affection,” Ominis clenches his jaw, his hand gripping on to his pants. 

He hates it. The lies. But, he can’t afford to argue with Mother. Not when he’s only just started his search.

“She’s a Mudblood, isn’t she? It’s why you aren’t telling me her name,” Mother states. “Filthy things. I’m not surprised one is trying so hard to cling to you. She probably sees you as her only real way to any sort of status.”

He sits straighter, suppressing his anger at his mother’s vulgarity, “No. She’s not of pure standing, so you know I have no real interest in her.”

“You shouldn’t be fraternizing with Mudbloods in the first place,” Father’s deep, grating voice interjects with disapproval lacing his words. “Even speaking of them is enough to ruin my appetite.” 

“Your father is right. Why are you writing to a Mudblood?” Mother demands. “She’s not worth your time. Not when there are plenty of others you would do well to correspond with.” 

“She… has connections,” Ominis states. “Connections I require.”

“What sort of connections? What connections could a lowly half-breed possibly offer you that I cannot provide?” Mother’s voice raises with every word. 

“Does it matter? Shouldn’t you be pleased that I’m at least capable of forming connections on my own?” Ominis hates how quickly he’s rising to her goading. But he can’t stop himself. “With how things are going here, it’s a wonder you aren’t praising me for finding anyone willing to associate with us.”

“Do not speak to me that-,”

“Enough!” Father’s voice booms as he slams his hand down on the table - rattling all the dishes. “I grow weary of this discussion and your disrespect. Leave!”

Ominis doesn’t need further prompting and he quickly rises from his chair. Before he can fully leave, his mother’s voice calls out.

“Leave the key.” 

He sighs, going through his pockets to produce the duplicate, and slams it at the end of the dining table. Then he quickly retreats to his room. As soon as the door shuts, he falls back against the door with a heavy breath. 

He wishes this was the first time a dinner had gone sourly, but alas it isn’t - and it won’t be the last. The dusty smell from earlier has faded and he catches the faintest aroma of clean sheets. Oh Cimsy, he smiles to himself. She does too much for him.

Pushing himself off the door, he heads to his desk to write to his love - since going to the archives now would be risky. The stationary in the top drawer is slick under his fingers, and he enchants the quill to begin writing. 

He lays in bed, waiting as time moves slowly by. He hopes to leave soon to continue his reading. With his siblings being mercifully absent, he can somewhat relax as he waits. His mind drifts to her. What might she be up to? He focuses on her, and he senses her worry, concern, and anticipation. 

Turning to his side, he reaches out in a vain attempt to feel her next to him - to comfort her. She voiced her displeasure of him going as he left, and her concerns were valid. But, he’s tired of sitting idly by as she wrestles with this Ancient Magic on her own. 

The tips of his fingers warm and, for a moment, it’s like she’s touching him back. In his mind’s eyes, he can picture the dip in the bed of her laying next to him - facing him with a soft smile as he traces her face. Despite having just been with her, it feels like they’ve been apart for too long. 

“Don’t worry, my sweet,” he whispers. “I promise I’m fine, and I’ll return to you soon.” 

Feather light touches brush along his cheek and comb through his hair. A pleasant shiver rolls down his spine, and the pull of sleep starts to draw him deeper into her phantom caresses. With a sigh, he reluctantly gets up from the bed and heads to the archives. 

Sneaking towards the library is a feat he’s done numerous times. He has all the portraits which would rat him out mapped, and since he doesn’t require the aid of light he can stay hidden in the dark the whole time. Once in the archives, he continues reading the journal from earlier.

He repeats this process over the course of the week, growing more and more frustrated as the days pass. Navigating his mother and dealing with the forced dinners is exhausting enough, but reading through the mundane, sadistic ramblings of his ancestors is a form of torture in itself. He barely sleeps, not that he has any desire to in this place. 

Since the letter, Mother has felt it apt for him to truly understand why Mudbloods are ‘lower, primitive beings’. These ‘lessons’ are enough to bring him to the edge. He’s nearly voiced his displeasure on several occasions, if not for the reminder that he hasn’t found what he’s looking for yet. And if he were to go against his mother now, then everything would have been for nought. So, he remains silent, letting his mother prattle on. 

He gets a brief solace when Mother is ‘too tired to deal with him’, allowing him to roam about without her watchful gaze. It’s in these moments he retreats to the gardens - overgrown and dying - and he naps in his secluded spot behind the bushes under the gnarly tree. 

It’s another late night as he flips through the pages of Amphelisia’s diary, finding her accounts to mirror his own in terms of schooling. It’s during her Fifth Year that things get interesting. 

I can’t believe the events that transpired today. By my troth, a student joined Hogwarts as a Fifth Year! Completely unheard of. I didn’t hear her name over Mathias’ prattling, but she was sorted into Ravenclaw. Tragic really, as I would’ve been keen on observing her. 

How could someone be admitted into Hogwarts so late -  is the question on everyone’s lips. I’m determined to find out more anon.

Ominis nearly rips the page as he quickly turns it to find out more. He skims through the entries until a familiar name jumps out at him.

Isidora Morganach is by far the most ghastly, presumptuous girl I’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting. Not only does she have all the professors charmed, but she has most of the class absolutely enamored. Methinks it’s because she’s new, and, similar to a two-headed beast, she’s a spectacle. 

But the final insult was when we had our mock duel in Defense Against the Dark Arts today. She swiftly dispatched my Protego charm as if I didn’t even have it up then she knocked me off the platform. The entire class laughed. LAUGHED! At me! I shan't forget this. 

He can’t believe it. He’s finally found mentions of Isidora. He continues his reading until another entry strikes his interest. 

Isidora may have her uses after all. In Transfiguration, I struggled with the conjuration of a simple cup. Meanwhile, Isidora had no issue conjuring her own. Before Professor Rookwood could see, Isidora conjured a cup right on my desk. Professor Rookwood was so impressed with me, he used ‘my cup’ as an example for the rest of the class. Perhaps, befriending her may be advantageous to me.

A few entries later, he finds mentions of Amphelisia showing the Undercroft to Isidora as their own private hideaway. He grins as he reads over their growing, albeit reluctant, friendship. But as he finishes the diary, there’s no mention of Ancient Magic. Amphelisia comments on Isidora being gifted in magic, with her spells being quite powerful, but Isidora never discloses the nature of it to Amphelisia. 

Ominis searches the shelves, summoning down more of Amphelisia’s dairies. He knows the hour is growing later - with the morning soon upon him - but he’s close. He has to be. It isn’t until Amphelisia is a young woman when Isidora is mentioned again. 

I received the strangest owl today. My old friend, Isidora, wrote to me. The contents of the letter were somewhat troubling, but she insisted we meet. I shall see what she wants, and I pray it isn’t a waste of time.

 The next entry makes him scowl.

Isidora gave me a book of some kind. Locked, and I have no way of opening it despite my best efforts. Always the clever one. I’m tempted to throw it away as burning it does nothing. 

The rest of Amphelisia’s diary makes no mention of Isidora’s book, nor what she decided to do with it. Ominis paces the room, scanning the shelves for any signs of this possible journal. He frowns - cursing Amphelisia for possibly throwing away the one clue he desperately needed. Collapsing in the leather chair, Ominis debates about continuing his reading or leaving. He taps his wand in thought when a familiar vibration makes him pause.

His breath catches in his throat as he turns his wand towards the source. It’s… just like hers. He scrambles from his seat, rushing towards the vibration at the corner. Throwing open the cabinet door, he pulls out the boxes until he’s able to reach the one he’s needing. He tears his way into the box, shoving aside the various knick knacks and trinkets until his whole arm shoots up with magical sparks. 

There, in his hand, is a journal. He slowly picks it up and cradles the leather-bound journal in both of his hands as if it were a delicate, priceless jewel. He laughs, almost manically. This is it. It had to be. 

Footsteps approach the door to the archive and Ominis can’t spare any more time in rejoicing. He shoves the journal into his coat pocket then he grabs a random object in the box to hold. 

The door flies open and Mother storms inside. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” She exclaims as she strides over to where he is. 

“What does it look like I’m doing, Mother?” His reply is calm and level. 

She stands above him and snarls, “It looks like you’ve made a mess of things in here.”

Ominis places the artifact he’s holding into the box and rises up. He’s practically eye level with her and he doesn’t back down from her scornful gaze. He feels her take a step back. 

“H-How did you even get in here?” She questions in a quiet voice.

“I made a copy of the key, obviously,” he replies with a smirk. 

“You…,” she falls silent. “You… insolent little child!” 

The air parts and the sound of skin hitting skin rings in the air. His cheek blooms in a heated flame and he registers the pain which accompanies it. He turns his head back towards her, unphased. 

“If you’re done, I’ll take my leave,” he says in an eerily calm tone. 

He doesn’t wait, but instead brushes past her and heads out of the room. He hears her calling his name, but her cries fall on deaf ears. Once in his room, he’s quick to write to his love - informing her of his finding and his soon to be departure. His hand shakes as he commands the quill to write, giddy to be with her once again. As soon as his owl takes flight, it doesn’t take him long to have his bag packed. 

Before he leaves the room, he goes back to his desk. So many memories, tucked away - and likely to be burned once he leaves. He sits back at the desk, reaching into the drawer to find the protruding piece of wood. He opens the secret compartment to grab what he’s kept hidden for so long. 

He holds the ring delicately in his fingers. The cold metal is intricate with stones inlaid within the band to accent the well-sized jewel at the center. He’s sure it’s a beautiful piece of jewelry. A frown comes over him at having left it here in the first place. Aunt Noctua gave it to him before she left - believing he needed an heirloom for himself since he was bound to not receive any. 

Aunt Noctua made him promise to keep it safe. At the time, he was so angry with her leaving him that he threw it in the garden. Cimsy was the one to place the ring on his desk one afternoon, polished and clean of dirt. He hid it in the desk after. Feeling over the ring, a smile starts to form on his lips. He tucks the ring into his pocket then he’s out of his room. 

It’s Cimsy which awaits him in the main entryway. He makes out her figure hunched over, scrubbing at the floors. Cimsy looks up to him and stops her cleaning efforts.

“Oh, young Master,” her eyes drift over him and she gasps. “A-Are you leaving? So soon?”

Ominis sets his suitcase down and kneels down to be closer to the house elf. 

He nods, “I’m afraid I am. I’ve… gotten what I came here for. And I don’t know when I’ll return. If… I’ll return,” he sighs. “I never gave you a proper goodbye last time, Cimsy. I would like to give you one now.”

He holds out his hands and Cimsy places her wrinkled ones in his. He holds her hands with a soft smile.

“You’ve always been kind to me, Cimsy. Thank you. For all you do. And I wish you the best,” he whispers. 

Cimsy squeezes his hands, “Cimsy lives to serve the Masters of the Gaunt family. Cimsy is proud of the young Master. Cimsy… wishes you well, young Master.”

Ominis squeezes her hands once more before he stands. He grips his suitcase and wand. 

“Goodbye, Cimsy,” he says as he heads towards the grand double door. 

Just as he flicks his wand to open the door, frantic footsteps rush towards him.

“Ominis!” Mother practically cries. “Y-You’re leaving? You’re leaving me!?” 

Ominis feels the breeze of the mid-morning air hitting his face. The sun is just out of his reach. 

“I am,” he says without turning to face her.

“But, you can’t leave me, Ominis. You need me,” she sobs loudly, the sounds twisting his heart. “If it was because of earlier, I’m sorry. But, you know better than to make such a mess! And to sneak in without my permission-, you’ve never been so disobedient! What was I to do?” 

“I know. And I apologize for doing such,” he states flatly. “But, my time here is done.”

“No!” Mother hisses as she snags his arm, her nails digging into his flesh through is clothes. “You don’t get to decide when you’re done. You have duties to fulfill. Obligations and responsibilities. You are my son!” 

Ominis closes his eyes, sighing to himself with pinched brows. He turns his head towards his mother.

“I’m leaving. And you can’t stop me.”

Yanking himself free, his first step forward is met with her sharp gasp, then the next is a wailing sob, but once he’s in the sun he’s all but free. Going down the steps, Mother cries out.

“Ominis! Ominis!” Mother’s voice is all but a screeching wail, and it sends shivers down his spine at how angry and desperate she sounds. “You can’t leave me! You need me! I love you. I’m the only one who loves you! My little boy! Come back to me! Don’t do this to me, Ominis!” 

Ominis can’t stop smiling. There was a time when he believed her words to be true - that no one would ever truly love him. But now, he knows it to be nothing more than empty words meant to chain him. And as he steps through the gate, the weight of those chains all but fall as he continues towards the ones who truly love him. 

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BONUS

She’s putting up the dishes from breakfast when a letter lands on the table. A notable Slytherin crest seal gets her attention. Nearly shattering the plates as she drops them, she rips it open. She’s just reached the end when Sebastian calls out.

“It’s Ominis!” 

She’s out the door, finding him walking towards the shop with a bright grin on his face. 

“Ominis!” She grins as she rushes towards him. 

“Good morning, my-,” 

He’s nearly tackled to the ground by her as she throws herself into him. Her arms wrap around his neck and he laughs as he drops his suitcase to embrace her. 

“I missed you,” she whispers in his ear, making him hold her tighter.

“And I you,” he whispers back.

She slowly releases him, her hands cupping his face, “Oh, Ominis. You look exhausted.”

Worry bubbles in his chest - stemming from her. He holds her hands, an action he’s been dying to do since he left, and he smiles.

“I’m alright. I promise.”

“Ah, there’s the heroic knight, back from his adventure,” Sebastian grins as he joins them. “Well, have you come back with anything?”

She releases him and steps back while Ominis reaches into his jacket pocket. Producing the journal, she gasps.

“It’s… glowing,” she whispers. 

“It is?” Sebastian questions. 

“It’s protected by Ancient Magic. It’s how I found it in the first place,” Ominis states as he hands the journal to her.

“Wait, you found it because of the Ancient Magic?” Sebastian wonders. “Does that mean you can ‘see’ it like she can?” 

“I believe I may be able to sense Ancient Magic, yes.”

The journal clicks open and she looks up to Ominis with wide eyes, “Amazing. I… I’m happy you were able to find something.”

Ominis gives her a warm smile, but his tired eyes only make her frown. She grabs his hand, motioning for Sebastian to take the suitcase.

“Here, come inside. Are you hungry? I can make you something. Then you should rest,” she says while tugging him inside. 

“I wouldn’t mind some toast and tea. Then a nap wouldn’t hurt.”

Ominis sits at the kitchen table, enjoying the warmth of the sun as it filters through the window. He hears her as she bustles about the quaint kitchen, bringing him toast, eggs, and fruit along with his tea. He laughs to himself, but he can’t say he doesn’t mind the attention. Once he’s eaten he heads to her room upstairs, barely able to change himself out of his clothes into something more comfortable before collapsing. 

His eyes are heavy, and the soft knock at the door startles him. 

“Come in,” he says.

She steps into the room, walking towards him as the door shuts softly behind her, “Is there anything I can get you?”

He chuckles, “No, my dear, I’m quite alright,” he turns towards her then holds out his hand, “But, I wouldn’t mind if you laid with me. At least, until I fall asleep.”

She doesn’t hesitate to take his hand and she crawls into bed to lay next to him. Her lips are on his in another second, and he hums in both surprise and approval. His fingers are quick to tangle in her hair and he smiles into her eager kisses. When they part, it’s a soft sigh. He traces over her cheek with a warm smile. 

“I missed you,” he whispers. 

“And I missed you. Terribly,” she whispers just as quietly back. Her fingers brush his hair from his temple and he closes his eyes at the gentle touch. “I love you.”

A thrill shoots up his spine and his brows pinch. He opens his eyes to direct them towards her.

“Can you… say that again?”

She lets out a gentle laugh, kissing his cheek, “I love you, Ominis.” 

A whimper escapes his lips and he presses his forehead to hers, brushing their noses together. 

“I could go on about all the things I love about you, Ominis,” she strokes his cheek with a smile, “Shall I tell you?”

What his words could not say, his pleading eyes did. 

“I love your smile,” she says while kissing the corner of his lips, “I love your gentle touch,” she kisses his palm, “I love your laugh, and sweet voice,” she kisses his neck, making him gasp, “I love your heart - your kindness and compassion.”

She drifts back up to his face, which is now flushed in a beautiful pink hue. 

“I love your intelligence. Your quick and clever mind,” she kisses his forehead then she lingers just above his lips. “But, most of all, I love how you see me. You love me, for me. You accept me as I am, and encourage me to become better. You see all my flaws, and you still choose to love me. With you, I feel seen.”

He kisses her, his passion coming fully forward. Little whimpers and gasps escape him at her matching his intensity. As their tongues tangle and their breaths grow heavy, he hopes this will be enough to convey how much she means to him.

They slowly part once more with soft smiles and heated faces. He tucks her hair behind her ear, finding the warmth of her closeness slowly lulling him to sleep.

She lets out a content sigh, “Get some rest, handsome.”

Feeling her warmth next to him, it’s easy for him to fall asleep. 

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They wake up from their nap still tangled in each other’s embrace. The afternoon sun begins to shine into the room, and Ominis tells her of how he found Isidora’s journal. 

“As it turns out, my ancestor was indeed friends with Isidora. She thought it odd that someone would arrive at Hogwarts during their Fifth year. Remind you of someone?” Ominis grins. 

She laughs, “It seems some things never change,” her brows pinch as she hums in thought. “I suppose even us… to a certain extent. Perhaps meeting each other may not have been an accident at all.” 

Her fingers play with his hair in deep thought and she finally whispers,

“Do you believe us to be soul mates? That we were destined to be together?”

Ominis frowns for a moment then shakes his head.

“No. I don’t.”

Her eyes widen, but he continues before she can say anything.

“To be bound by fate, means that we were always destined to be together. That we didn’t get a choice in whether or not to love each other,” he states with a growing smile. “But, I choose to be with you. Me. Not fate, nor destiny. It’s because I choose to love you, and you me. And, I would choose you every time.”

Tears well in her eye for a moment before she giggles, “I’m glad to be chosen by you then. For I choose you too.”

He kisses her and smiles against her lips, “And I’m grateful to be considered yours.”

Ominis sighs, the last of his worries melting away in her warmth. He’s thankful to be here - with her. 

His home.

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AN: Well... this took forever. But I really wanted to capture the tensions and the 'walking on eggshells' feeling of Ominis trying to navigate around his mother. Idk, i tried lol. Also the bonus is just lil thoughts i had after the fact but I didn't want to expand on them any further than what I had so figured why not just add it to this one LOL

But, yeah I think that wraps up my 5th year stuff. I'll probs post some oneshots/6th year stuff as im writing the BIG 7th year project.

Also, I'm almost at 400 followers which is wild to think about. Was thinking about maybe doing something for it -> but idk what. any ideas would be appreciated <3

Thanks again for reading and feedback is always welcomed <3

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Regrettably Attached PT. 2 | JJ Maybank

Summary: You granted JJ’s wish.

Pairings: JJ Maybank x Reader, Pogues x Reader

Warning: Slight angst, fluffy ending

A/N: I know this is kinda long but hey, u can request like literally anything (as long as i can write it) cause i don’t have anything to write😭 please give this fic sum love!

After that dramatic conversation you and JJ had, you stayed at the end of the dock to get some fresh air.

Sitting at the the dock with your back touching its frame, you smiled at yourself and sighed. Squinting your eyes, you feel the sunset touching your face, while the you hear the waves crashing and your hair began to blow by the wind, you feel comforted by it. When you’re in the city and you see the sunset, it always reminds you of him. Beautiful and fascinating. Mesmerizing and peaceful. It’s a fleeting moments to look at the sunset. Fleeting moments that needs to treasure every minute.

Looking at your bracelet, it reminds you of JJ. You smiled bitterly when you remembered that he gave it to you on your birthday. It’s a promise bracelet that he made when you were kids. You touched the small P4L carving on it.

“Well, that was one hell of a welcome.” You turned around and you saw a tall, brown curly hair, brown eyes, and tan skin coming in your way. She’s wearing a pink crop-top that has a turtle design on the side of it and a floral shorts.

“I can’t blame him, though. I left without saying goodbye.” You sighed. As you look at the sunset in front of you, she sat beside you.

“I’m sorry for his behavior. JJ is really jerk most of the time.” She apologized.

“I’m Kiara by the way, but they call me Kie.” She introduced herself to you.

“Y/N.” You replied shortly.

“I’ve been trying to recognize you, Y/N. You looked familiar. I think I’ve seen you before, but I don’t know where and when.” You smiled at her. You wanted to say that you’ve seen her before too but you don’t have the energy to talk. You recognize her. She’s the one you asked to give JJ a handkerchief when you saw him crying at the sea before you leave. You’re the reason that they are friends.

Seconds later, you heard a ring on her pocket. She grabbed her phone and answered the call.

“Yes, Dad?… I told you I’m with the pogues… What?… Well, I just finished my shift earlier-… Fine. I’ll be there… Yes. Okay. Bye.” She ended the phone call as she rolled her eyes.

“It’s my dad. He needs me on The Wreck. I gotta go.” She stands up and puts her phone on her pocket.

“Wait, you didn’t have to say goodbye to them?” You are talking about the boys at the château.

“Can you tell them, please? My dad really needs me right now and I need to get there as soon as possible.”

“Yeah, sure. Be safe on your way to The Wreck.” She offered you a hand. You gently take her hand and stand up.

“Thank you so much. I owe you one.” You forced a smile. She starts walking away from you. When she leaves your sight, you started to walk on the château when you heard JJ’s voice.

“I don’t care. She cannot stay here.” Standing in the door, you are unable to move. You saw John B. and Pope are facing sideways while you are facing JJ’s back so they can’t see you.

“Stop it, JJ. You’re acting childish.” John B.

“Yeah, like, literal child.” Pope commented.

“Come on, guys! Can’t you understand that she’s taking us for granted. Everytime that she’s here, she looks like a fucking puppy waiting to be comforted and then when she’s getting better, she always, always left.” JJ argued at them.

“Why do you hate her so much? She left us without warning, alright, I get it. We were hurt too. But she came back. Isn’t that what you wanted? For all I know, you’re waiting for her to show up every day as long as i can remember and now that she’s here, you’re acting like a jerk to her. Besides, we are the only person in her life whom she have. This isn’t about you, JJ. Don’t make this situation any harder for you and Y/N.” Pope explained.

“I hate to break it to you JJ, but this is my house, and you don’t get to decide whether she stays here or not. We’re practically siblings now.” John B. tried to calm himself.

“I don’t care. I need you to get her out of my sight.” JJ demanded. You tried to fight the tears in your eyes as you watched them fighting because of you.

“JJ, stop talking.” Pope said when he recognized you to the door.

“Look, I don’t wanna be here when she’s here.” You froze, completely unable to move or speak, your mind running faster than you could deal with just to try and absorb the information.

“I said stop talking—” You interrupted Pope.

“You wanted me to leave so bad, huh?” JJ heard your trembling voice and turned around to face you. You met his blank gaze. You walked towards him.

“Is this what you want?” You questioned him as you look into his Caribbean eyes. Nothing change about his blank expression. He doesn’t respond.

“Look at me in the eye, and tell me straight to my face that you don’t want me here.” You challenged him. He walks to you and he towers over you.

“I don’t fucking want you here.” He said to your straightly looking in your teary eyes.

“I don’t wanna see your face. I don’t want to be near you. I don’t want to see you ever.” He said with a blank expression. The way your heart dropped when you heard that words. You shouldn’t have expected. Somehow deep in your heart, you wanted him to say that he don’t mean to say that words. You wanted him to say that he’s sorry and that he misses you.

“I get it. You don’t want me here. No need to repeat it.” You sighed heavily. You lick your lips and smiled bitterly at him. You can’t take it anymore. This is enough heartbreaks for today.

“If that so, your wish is my fucking command.”

“Y/N…” Pope.

“What the hell are you thinking?” John B. said angrily.

“Kiara left, by the way. She told me to say goodbye to you guys. And I’m gonna go too. I missed you all so much. Goodbye.” You tried to be casual. For the last time, you glanced at JJ who can’t look at you. You smiled at them and then turned your back. When you’re near to your car, John B. followed you.

“Y/N. You can’t do this.” He pleaded.

“Yes I can.”

“I’ll try harder to convince JJ that you’re staying here. Just please, don’t leave. Don’t leave us again.”

“Look, as much as I wanted to stay here, I don’t want you guys fighting because of me and I don’t want to be in the house wherein someone’s not comfortable of me being around. If it makes him happy, then I would do it.” He can’t look for another words. You know that he’s trying his best to keep you around and you appreciate that thought. You smiled at him bitterly.

“That’s enough for today. I’ve had enough. I’m gonna be fine. I’ll call you as soon as I have shelter to sleep.” You hugged him.

“When will I see you again?”

“I have no idea.” Once he lets you go, you go to your car. Even if it hurts and you don’t want to do it, you start your car. You sighed heavily. You looked at John B. who are waving at you. You waved back it him too. You leave the château without looking at them. You started driving, not knowing where to go.

In the middle of the road, your car stops so you pull over on the side of the road. You tried to start it, but you realized that you’re low on gas. You pick up your phone on the dashboard to call John B. but there’s no signal around you.

You got out of the car and stand beside it but you forgot your keys inside the cars so you can’t get inside of the car. Your temper became thin as you look on the road to get some help but there’s no car passing by.

You tried to calm yourself as you looked the sun disappeared into the clouds starting to get heavy. You gasped as the cold breeze hit you and the raindrops touch your skin at the same time.

“Fuck. Fuck Fuck. What a lucky day.” You said to yourself.

You felt like your heart ripped into two as you feel the rain coming into your body. You glance at your watch to see the time. It’s already 9:00 in the evening. You started to feel alone as you shook your body with shuddering pain. You sat beside your car. The universe has a unique way of showing that they understand on how you feel deep inside.

You cover your ears with your hand and you close your eyes as you heard the loud thunderstorm coming from above. You cried so loud and no one can hear you. No one can see you vulnerable. No one can see you struggling in the middle of the road. No one can see the fear evident on your face as you tried to ignore the loud thunderstorms. No one is there to rescue you. No one cared. You are alone. With the thought of that, you let the sadness take you.

30 minutes later, you heard a van pulled over but you didn’t seem to care. You don’t know how long you sat beside your car. Seconds later, you realized that the raindrops isn’t pouring in your way anymore so you open your eyes.

Your tears blurred your vision as you saw a tall blonde man, who’s holding an umbrella, in front of you.

“It’s me.” you stand up to face him.

“You came.” You can’t believe it. Did he… look for you in the middle of the rain?

You really can’t read him. One second, he told you straight to your face that he wanted you gone.

“Go home with me.”

“B-but you said you don’t want me here—”

He turned his head to face me. His expression was haunted. Torn. But it softened when he fixed his gaze on me, and said in a rough whisper, “I can’t pretend anymore. ” You wanted to say something there’s no voice coming in your mouth.

“I can’t pretend I didn’t miss you. I can’t pretend I don’t care. I'm not good at forgetting you or ignoring you or hating you or seeing you walk away. The truth is, everything we did is still there in my mind and it’s not fair. If you being here again to break my heart, then, I would wholeheartedly let you. So, ruin me. Ruin my already fucked up life. If you want to leave, just please, take me with you. I’ve tried living without you, and trust me, it doesn’t work.” Your gaze never leaves his face. You stared at him and it made you feel alive again.

“JJ…” You can’t think straight. Instead of speaking, you leaned forward and suddenly pressed your lips to his. You would never imagine your first kiss on the rain with JJ is happening. After losing breaths, you pulled back, but his face stayed near yours. Your heart is beating so fast, but you liked it.

“Go home with me, Y/N.” He lift your chin to make you look directly at his eyes, you nodded repeatedly with a smile on your face and after that, he didn’t hesitate to sealed you lips with a kiss.

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[venusvxen]

On The Multiverse and Manifestation

I remember watching Dr. Strange Multiverse of Madness a few months ago and America Chavez said something like “I’m the only version of myself in the universe because when I close my eyes and try to dream I can’t”. That line was something I found interesting because I applied it to manifestation but wasn’t able to make a lot of strides with that knowledge because i was still very 3D reliant at the time.

A few weeks ago, I watched this really cool documentary on youtube about the different levels of the Universe and all the theories about different worlds. It said something about the level 1 multiverse and how everything you can possibly conceive to happen in the universe HAS to happen by force somewhere in the universe.

Now this was what got me thinking and I found it interesting how even scientists really teeter the line of spiritual law without knowing it. This knowledge has helped me have a bit more confidence in my new assumed states because of this:

Whenever we assume a new state. A state that’s grander than what we’ve ever lived in our lives, we may think that we’re kidding ourselves. We have to read up on a bunch of success stories of people doing the impossible to even get the confidence to test and trust the law and then eventually trust ourselves.

I think this is because we think we’re creating something new as opposed to experiencing something that already is.

We drill the whole creation is finished line in our heads but when we’re manifesting that seems “impossible” like wealth, fame, big cars, big houses… this may seem futile because we feel like…. we are simply just creating something and there’s no way it could possibly push out.

But like America said,, the only reason you’re even able to conceive of yourself in this different state is because there is a version of you in the multiverse living it right now. If not your imagination would deny you and you would have to stay within the rigid lines that set the boundaries of your CR. The only reason you’re able to dream a new dream is because somewhere in the multiverse there is a version of you who is living this. You’re not creating them, you’re simply just channeling them.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about feelings when manifesting and I feel like emotions really are a channel from one version of you to another. I asked myself why am i able to feel this intense rush of euphoria when I think about my new state? It’s because I’m channeling the version of myself that already has it. I’m BEING that person in imagination, transporting myself to that line of reality and experiencing what they would feel.

*As I typed this I just had a new epiphany lol*

Think of it as this visual

You’re merging with this new version of yourself. Because consciousness is a void and is not limited to the states it occupies and is everything and nothing at once, that version of you is essentially lending you (your inner man) their thoughts, their feelings, all of it to feel and occupy. You’re fusing with this version of yourself and being them everytime you re enter the state… The more we re enter the state the more it becomes natural.. The more the divide between Them and Us becomes blurred and we become One..

The only reason we’re able to feel what this version of ourself would feel if we had the money, fame, love, house, or car… is because a version of us in the multiverse exists with all of that waiting for our occupancy and our emotions/feeling/acceptance is a bridge between us and them.

Think of feelings as the umbilical chord. A little thread between mother and child except it’s a chord that ties the you of your present reality to the you of another one…

What’s important to remember is that all of this already exist. All of it. We wouldn’t be able to conceive of any of it if it didn’t. Science already agrees on the multiverse theory. We wouldn’t be able to shift states and feel something new if there was only One version of us in the entire multiverse. We’re not creating anything. I hope that gets rid of some resistance the way it did for me. The super cool awesome state of self i choose to repeatedly occupy is not something i’ve made up. it’s not a figment of my imagination. it’s me choosing to be a version of myself that already exists.

In short, your desire was true as soon as you conceived it because there is a living breathing version of you somewhere in the multiverse who is experiencing it. it’s not some make believe conception of self you’re creating by yourself and have to wait for years to be see finalized.

The 3D and the lack of presence of your desire in the 3d isn’t what decides if a state is real or not because there is a REAL version of YOU somewhere out there genuinely experiencing it. A version of you that has a heartbeat and all. Your desire is not something you’re creating with play dough it already IS. This is something that has helped me even when I felt like giving up at times or felt like I was kidding myself. Sometimes saying “the 4d is the only reality” isn’t helpful enough and I understand that completely. We can never see different versions of ourselves with our own eyes we can only feel their emotions and eventually become them if we like the states they come with enough.

Now if the emotions and the intensity of our emotions/acceptance dictates when something will push out you may ask why your desire isn’t here yet and honestly… idk.. That’s something I ask myself as well too I won’t lie. Because I feel the emotions of my state with such intensity yet I don’t see evidence in my 3D. I choose to persist despite that. Not in trying but in being. If i’m honestly lately 3D validation hasn’t been on my mind that much because I remind myself the only goal is to transform within and feel the emotions of the new self within. Everything else will figure itself out eventually, I choose to have faith in that even if it seems futile at times.

I also want to touch on states as Edward talked about them.

All of these different versions of ourselves are ours . They don’t belong to anyone else but Us.

Putting one state on a pedestal above another is what causes you to feel like you have to do more work to attain one when in reality they’re all states and they’re all yours. I cant articulate the “they’re all yours” part enough because it’s all different versions of yourself. Why would you shun yourself from accepting certain parts of yourself? Why would you let anyone tell you you have to work for the good states when they’re all You and exist on the same plane… that’s just being too invested in the 3D world because when you come back to self (4D) you realize that you get to be greedy and bounce between states. Seriously you have ownership over all of them. It’s like someone trying to take away a toy you have or tell you you can’t play with something you bought with your own money… that doesn’t make sense? It’s yours…. I bought it?? It’s mine??

This was a lot but I hope this made some sense. bye now

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[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Once Upon a Time on the Razor Crest

Summary: Ann stands up for herself

A/N: Hello lovelies,

Please know you are all special and lovely. Be kind to one another, it could save a life or bring a smile to someone's day.

Love oo

Due to the past history of the OC there will be discussions alluding to past domestic abuse, please note that as it could be a trigger for some.

Warnings: Insults, annoyance, clarifying one's stance, standing up for oneself, tension, teasing. I think that's about it, if I miss any warnings please let me know.

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THE CRESTWORLD

CHAPTER THREE

As I slowly counted to ten, Din’s phrase repeated in my head, ‘You’re. Not. His. Mother’ it took me until I reached ten to finally feel I was calm enough to speak. 

I opened my eyes, focusing on him, not looking away as I moved closer. I learned over the past couple of weeks, he appreciated it when someone looked him in the eyes when addressing him. He believed a person who had nothing to hide wouldn’t be afraid to look someone in the eyes. He certainly did have a point. Everytime he spoke to me, he always did me the courtesy of looking me in the eyes. It made me feel respected. Something I hadn’t felt in a long time.

Afterall, there were men in this world that made it their point to make me feel insecure and intimidated around them. Made it their aim for me to be scared in their presence.

Regardless of how grumpy he could be at times, Din wasn’t one of those men. After nearly spending a month with him and his son, I knew he’d never hurt me. Not intentionally, at least. 

I let out a breath, as I realized his statement or anger had less to do with me and more to do with whoever ticked him off at the parent-teacher conference. My grip on Grogu’s backpack loosened as my anger ebbed away.

However, Din needed to realize whatever was bothering him, had nothing to do with me.  I took Grogu’s seat in front of him at the table. 

“Let me explain something, Din. And, as you so kindly put it, I’m only going to say this once, so you better listen. First, I do not act like, nor do I think I’m his mother. I am only showing him love and kindness, I would with any child.” 

Din sat there and listened quietly as Ann called him out, he took a sip of his coffee, as she continued. “You also have to realize, a natural closeness will occur as Grogu and I spend more time together, but that does not mean I’m acting like his mother. Second, for your information, you prickly ass” I continued, “all I’m doing is not being a jerk towards him and treating him the way a little kid deserves to be treated; by learning what he likes and doesn’t like. I mean, why would I make Grogu something for lunch if he won’t eat it.”

 I placed Grogu’s backpack on the table, gently, “Third, don’t take your frustrations out on me. Simply because you’ve had a rough few days, and refused to listen to me, when I told you to sleep in this morning when you came home late. Dragging your sorry sack of bones into this house, like you were death warmed over.” I smirked at the look Din was giving me, “Don’t give me that look. You’re not as subtle as you think you are, I could clearly tell you were annoyed ever since the parent-teacher meeting.”

Din’s hand gripped his mug a little tighter, his knuckles turning white, “Relax, I don’t know what happened at your teacher-parent conference, and I don’t want to know. But, ever since you two came back that night, you’ve been prickly, miserable, and grumpy. I’m sorry you had to deal with whatever happened, but that has nothing to do with me. So instead of taking it out on me, I suggest you find the person you’re really mad at and talk to them.”

With each passing second, I kept hearing Fennec’s voice telling me to ‘Stand up for yourself.’

We both sat at the table, staring into each other’s eyes. Din didn’t say anything despite the fact, I gave him plenty of opportunities to respond. I rubbed my forehead, he looked exhausted, “Din, I told you last night. I have no problem getting Grogu ready for school, but you insisted on staying up, rather than resting and now look at you, ready to snap at anyone.” 

Din’s eyes narrowed, she was really pushing his buttons, “Listen, let’s get something straight, if I’m home, I always make sure he gets on the bus. And, this has nothing to do with the parent-teacher conference.”

My voice raised an octave, “Oh, really, then why make a point to say that I’m using Grogu to get close to you? Huh?” I tried not to laugh at the ridiculousness we were arguing about, “And let’s get something straight, who in their right mind is trying to get close to you? Because it certainly isn’t me.”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about, you … you …”

I waited for a few seconds, but there was no continuation to his sentence. His exhausted and sleep deprived brain clearly in need of sleep, “Alright, well when you come up with the rest of that sentence, make sure to mail it to someone who cares, you wanna be Burt Reynolds.”

“Keep this up Raggedy Ann, and you’re going to regret coming here.”

I smirked, as I raised my hands in surrender, “Fine.” I pushed Grogu’s backpack into his hands, “I’m sure he’ll love the fact his miserable, grumpy ass father will be there to see him off to school. Maybe afterwards, and I’m just spitballing here, you should actually go and rest.” 

I stood from my seat, rolling my eyes at him, “Once I finish cleaning up, in here, I’ll start cleaning the pens, just like you instructed in that handy-dandy little instruction booklet you left me; after all, that was on the agenda, right?” 

Din didn’t say much, simply nodded as his eyes locked with hers.

“Then once that’s done I’ll start working on lunch. I’ll leave something aside, for when you wake up. After all, wasn’t that the whole reason you hired me? To help you? Not just with the house, and animals, but with Grogu too?”

He didn’t respond, he just looked at me, as I mumbled ‘You miserable old goat.’

“Fine.” 

It was the only response he gave, as he stood from his seat, grabbing his son’s bag.

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[applejuicefruit]

Can you write something about dusan. Preferably fluff maybe he takes care of the reader in some way ?

Finally someone requested for Dusan 😍 I love him

This is very fluff and funny ⭐️

Thank you for requesting this I hope you like it ❤️❤️

Did you really fall from the stairs?

You were a very clumsy person, everyone knew , your friends knew, your family knew, your boyfriend knew, everyone, except you. You never wanted to admit that you had this kind of problem but you would fall even if you were just standing up. You simply never paid attention to your surroundings, this started when you were a child and even though your parents hoped this would change it actually never changed. You would trip over your feet, you would fall from a sidewalk, you just were very careless. You were a very adventurous person and that made everyone around you worry ten thousand times more. You liked hikes, swimming in the middle of the ocean, skating on ice, you just liked adventure.

But still, your clumsiness made it very difficult to do everything you like.

You tried to be more careful, especially when you were attending Dusan’s matches, you didn’t want to embarrass yourself or him, even tho he found it cute everytime you would fall and act like it never happened. But as a loving boyfriend he couldn’t help but worry for you that one day you would get seriously hurt.

Nothing could go wrong if you were just home together cuddling in bed right?

Wrong.

You were both snuggled to each other under the comfort of your fluffy blanket, Dusan pressing some kisses to your face while his hands caressed your body when you heard the doorbell ring. You were waiting for a package to arrive, you just got a few dresses that were basically sold out everywhere and when you saw them back online you had to buy them. So you were 100% sure that it was the courier who rang.

“I got this” you said standing up from the bed and ahead to the lower floor to open the door.

Dusan simply let you go knowing you would be back in less than a minute.

Nothing could go wrong.

So how did you manage to fall from the stairs of your own house?

You were kinda jumping from the stairs to reach the door quickly and somehow you missed a step resulting in your falling from the stairs.

“Shit…” you whispered when your butt touched the cold marble floor. You hoped Dusan didn’t hear anything but instead he heard the sound of someone falling and he knew it was you.

“You okay?” you heard him asking from the bedroom

“Mh-mh” you simply said back not trusting your own voice.

You managed to stand up and to reach the door, opening and getting your package before going to sit on the couch checking your ankles.

“Babe?” you heard Dusan calling for you

“I’m fine!”

“Are you sure?” he asked you coming down to the stairs

“Yes, why don’t we go back to bed?” you suggested standing up but the moment you stood up your left ankle was in so much pain you couldn’t even stand up

“Honey what happened?” he asked sitting on the couch next to you

“Nothing…”

“Did you fall?” he asked you looking straight into your eyes

“Maybe…”

“Wait…did you really fall from the stairs?” he asked trying to remain serious but he couldn’t help but laugh a bit

“It’s not funny Dusan!”

“I’m sorry I’m sorry…are you hurt?” he asked

“No…” you lied

“Baby?”

“Okay my left ankle hurt a bit but it’s probably just a bruise…”

“Can I see it?” he asked gently removing your sock and putting your feet on his thigh “babe…this looks more than a normal injury, can you move it?”

You tried to move it but it hurt so much.

“Okay baby…tell me if it hurts when I do this” he asked you softly and tried to move your ankle a bit but you stopped him telling him it was hurting too much

“Is it broken?” you asked him

“No I don’t think it’s broken, you probably just sprained your ankle…” he said looking into your eyes and you started to feel a little bit guilty, always making the people you love the most worry about your clumsiness.

You felt your eyes burning knowing you were going to cry and Dusan noticed it too.

“Babe…” he said wrapping his arms around you

“I’m sorry…” you whispered

“There’s nothing to be sorry about…” he kissed your cheek trying to wipe away your tears

“But I always make you worry…I swear I alwahs try to be careful it’s just…I was born like this…I think I’m broken” you sobbed into his chest

“Honey no…you’re not broken, you’re just a little bit clumsy…” he tried to comfort you and after a while you stopped crying “we should go to the hospital to get your anke checked…”

“I don’t want to…”

“Please?” he asked you with his puppy eyes and you couldn’t say no.

He carried you into the car and you both went to the hospital. In fact your anke was sprained and you should have stay in bed resting for at least 10 days. This was a living nightmare for you.

When you came back home Dusan made sure to always carry you if you needed to go from a room to another one.

“Dusan I can still walk you know?” you teased him

“But you don’t have to…I love carrying you around” he said picking you up again when it was time for you two to go to bed.

He helped changing you into your pajamas and laid you in bed, under your blanket with Dusan hands wrapped around you.

You were so tired you fell asleep just by listening the sound of his voice telling you about he loved you.

“Are you sleeping?” he asked you softly and when he heard no response he knew you were actually sleeping.

He smiled to himself and turned off the lights, putting his hands on your face gently caressing it and falling asleep with you in his arms.

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[famousfilmsfan]

Season 2

Bryan: You know. You guys are kinda hypoctires

Freddy: What?

Bonnie: Why?

Bryan: You tell me to get help but refuse to tell me when I have my appointments until they happen and refuse to let me make my own appointments.

Freddy: That’s because...uh.

Bryan: And you tell me I should spend more time at home away from you and have a personal life but everytime I do, you force yourselves into my house and mess with my personal life. Which is it? Want me to be my own person or have you guys in it all the time?

Bonnie: That’s because we..

Bryan: and you guys say I don't take Constructive criticism well. Your critisim isn't constructive at all you just say that ‘This building sucks’ ‘Your layout is utter nonsense’ ‘This design is bad’ You don't even try to be nice about it or think that, I DIDNT DESIGN THIS PLACE! HELPY DID!

Bonnie: But uh...You did visit this place to okay it...right?

Bryan: No. Helpy didn't even tell me the address until we got here after the pizzeria burned down. Also you say ‘You’re bad with money’ whenever I buy myself clothes or accessories when you guys are allowing Helpy and the others to buy silly shit they don't even use, and you don't say that to them.

Bonnie: There is a reason for that.

Bryan: Which is?

Bonnie: Well...Helpy..is..smart?

Bryan: She fell for a Nigerian prince scam, three times!

Bonnie:...A different kind of smart.

Bryan: And then there's my sleep schedule. You tell me to sleep more but in the middle of the night, you wake me up for stupid reasons! You do it because you can't tell me in the morning because i’m ‘Forgetful’

Bonnie: Then when are we supposed to tell you?

Bryan: In the afternoon? Like 3 PM? When i’m awake for a while?

Bonnie: Oh. Forgot that was an option.

Freddy: Yeah same here.

Bryan: Now, have anything you want to say?

Freddy: Well..Uh. You should really be more mature about this. So we’re hypocrites, stop being a baby about it.

Bryan: You have no place to talk about being mature, you died when you were ten you don't even know how babies are made.

Freddy: Yes I do!

Bryan: Then how?

Freddy: *unsure* When..a mommy and daddy love each other.

Bryan: See? You call me a child even though you are literally still children playing grownup!

Bonnie: Well we’re not throwing a tantrum.

Bryan: Actually when you reach a certain age it’s called a mental breakdown. And i’m sorry you guys don't like me having feelings. If you couldn't tell that was sarcasm.

Bonnie: Why even bring this thing up?

Bryan: Therapy.

Freddy: You’re seeing another therapist?

Bryan: No you guys are.

Freddy: What?

Bryan pushes two of them into a room and locks it. There's a guy in there.

Bonnie: You can't do this!

Bryan: Why? You force me to go to therapy how is this different?

Bonnie: We don't need it!

Bryan: You have a large lack of communication skills, you favor others and hate me even though they do worse things, you blame me for things that aren't my fault. And we have no idea why Freddy has such bad anger issues.

Freddy: I DONT HAVE ANGER ISSUES! *Pulls the doorknob off the door*...Okay maybe I do but I don't...need help.

Bryan: I’ve said that hundreds of times but you ignored it, so i’ll ignore it.

Freddy: You’ll have to let us out sooner or later....Bryan! Bryan!

Bonnie:...I think he left.

#thefamousfilms #fnaf 6 #mcfnafverse

[catttooo]

Tagged by @junkmanserenade ❣️

✨TOP 9 ALBUMS OF THE YEAR ✨ Thought this was gonna take some time but I honestly knew all the albums off the top of my head that did a lil tugging to my heart this year

Sarah Kinsley - Ascension EP: helped me through the multiple heartbreaks I endured this year, I had the opportunity to see and meet her at SXSW and I fell in love with her

Lianne La Havas - Is Your Love Big Enough?: I listen to one song on the album and it spirals and turns into a listening party. I cannot get enough

Paradis - Recto Verso: When I wanna feel like I’m in a chateau in the French country side and I’m dancing on a table with copious amounts of wine

Beach House - Depression Cherry: I sit in the garden and the sun is on me and I feel like I’m in a Sofia Coppola movie

Lucy Yeghiazaryan and Vanisha Gould - In Her Words: Two beautiful humans making beautiful jazz music, I must play the album when I’m having wine

Chopin - Nocturnes: a must listen when it’s raining and I wanna feel like a sad Victorian child (kidding I play this when I’m in my feels which is always)

Johnny Cash - At Folsom Prison: I wanna be a cowboy baby! an album played too much while I was cleaning and I don’t know why

Thee Sacred Souls - Thee Sacred Souls: God this whole album is just a masterpiece in my opinion

Coldplay - Parachutes: An album that gets played everytime I go on long car rides with my dad

Tagging @notreallyricky @faeriehannah @pazzman and whoever wants to do it 🫶

#music

[karmalillies]

TW: SA, Ab*se, CP

Hi. For my safety and personal concerns, I will be staying anonymous, just for a while.

I go by Karma. During the time span of March 26th 2022 to about May 2023, I found myself in a relationship. Me and him (who’s name I won’t put out again, but we’ll call him Jay) dated for almost a year and a half, but during this relationship I was mentally and physically abused, but the worse part was when he SA’d me. One time I was heavily intoxicated. Other times, I didn’t feel like it but never said anything about it. When it came to my virginity he would ask and ask and ask and I honestly did not want to. My response everytime was “I wanna wait till marriage, 18 at least”, till one night I decided to just give in. I didn’t want him to leave me or abandon me, so I was under the impression that if I gave him my body whenever we would be together longer.

Jays mother also during the time, gained access of videos of me participating in you know.. . she gained this access because of his younger brother snooping. She appeared at my fathers house to show him, trying to shove it in his face. She also would go on in the future to complain to my grandmother and mother about this, but I’m not really sure if she ever showed them. This is child p***ography.

As of recently, there have been rumors about me and my family going on since I decided to speak out. I’ve been accused of lying, being a wh***… but I believe the worse part is people going around saying I just decided to say something because he got another girlfriend, which was never the case. I was harassed by his family, but to be honest I’m a strong person, so I’ll always return the energy.

I’m a very happy person, and am currently in a good place. My past isn’t the best, and I’ve done bad things, and good things, but it isn’t fair that people use these against me over this situation.

Lies are being told about my grandmother, father, and mother. I will be honest, my relationship with my mother is not the best, nor with my father. Even then, I heavily dislike all of this, especially because it’s reflecting back on me.

I’m being put in a very bad light as of right now, and it is slowly but surely affecting my mental health.

I want help, and I want to take legal action, but unfortunately I don’t have the resources or money to do so, so I hope to put my story out here.

Hopefully I’ll get my closure soon, I will posting more on my account.

Edit: I was told petitions help with these things.. . Which means I guess I’ll have to reveal myself, but I still wish to go by Karma.

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