#it wasn't my fault when i didn't want to go home after school in fear of my mother actually killing me. i was so young. god i was so young.

[cherrieguroo]

sometimes i wish i wasn't such a jealous, insanely emotional, angry person. sometimes i wish i was just normal and not cursed with fear and hatred over the smallest of things

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Ex-husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley Drabble

Hi lovelies! Lia here again, I've been quite busy with school so I hope you guys can be a little patient with content since I've been stuck on a slump and there's a lot of things I'm currently busy with at the moment because of school despite posting so much last week. Here's the weekly content and I hope you all enjoy :)

Also how do you all feel if I write works inspired by old gacha songs? And yes I used to be a gacha girly, it was some wild phase AHAHAHA

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Brainrot, Ex-husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley who decided he wanted to get a divorce with you because things weren't working out between the both of you, so you had to share custody of your daughter.

You managed to get yourself together, having no time to grieve that part of you that he took with him because you had a little one depending on you. You loved that girl for all she was, however she brings you and Simon together.

Not that you resent her for it, god no, it wasn't her fault you and your husband couldn't see eye to eye.. that he refused to retire after everything, maybe it was just your paranoia getting to you. You couldn't stand the fear anymore, the fear of one day he's not the one you'll see when you open the front door but Price.

You forgot how difficult it was doing this on your own until now, you could barely get up, your head was actually killing you. You pushed through, making your daughter breakfast.

You felt like you were about to throw up, ears started to ring and everything else felt numb. The next thing you know was your eyes rolling back and everything going black, the last thing you heard was your toddler panicking, calling you over and over on the verge of crying.

All while you were unconscious, your little one runs to your room to look for your phone to call her dad.

"Listen I know we—" Simon said expecting you on the phone before getting cut off by his daughter..

"Dada! Momma's dead, dada. Momma's not breathing!" In a panic, she cried it out like a mantra. Simon was in a panic, he got up from where he was and was speeding towards what used to be your shared home.

The next thing you know, you were hearing the beeps of a heart monitor. All your senses were working, all except sight.. you didn't have enough energy to open them, in the coldness of your whole body from the well ventilated room, you felt warmth on your hand.

It was all too familiar, calloused but so gentle and warm. Simon.. it was Simon. All while processing this situation, all that's going through Simon's head are the what ifs.

"Fucking hell, help her.. My wife, she's been unconscious for thirty minutes. She's breathing but it's faint and she's burning" Simon almost yelled in a full panic, he was doing his best not to snap at the hospital staff but how couldn't he? Hadn't even realized that he called you something you weren't anymore, the title he took with him.

Your little one holding her dad's hand in the waiting room, she was observant, an emotionally intelligent little girl who holds her dad's hand. Simon keeps reminding himself to calm down, how much his bumblebee must be terrified, far more than he was so he takes her in his arms.

Sooner or later they were allowed to enter, doctor said you were stabilized and only collapsed from a horrid fever and so much fatigue. Thinking of losing you, just like that with no warning would be the second time Simon would lose you.

Now watching you unconscious, IV tube connected to you because of course you haven't been eating well either. It made him rethink everything, was it a mistake to give you those papers? Was it worth it losing the one person in his life who he would give his life for with no hesitation?

All he could do for now was sit next to you, no matter how long it takes for you to wake up because he doesn't have the strength to leave, maybe in a day or two but not now..

Part 2 anyone?

[bveckers]

please write more Morgan omg I’m so obsessed with her 🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗

Dark red

I just hope she don't wanna leave me

morgan cheli x fem! reader

synopsis: Lately you've been prioritizing school and morgan is feeling neglected warnings: angsty fluff??? this is my best attempt at fluff wc:1042

NOT SPELLCHECKED!

The brightness of the lamp gleamed down on you. It was late at night but this assignment was due tomorrow and you simply couldn't risk not getting it done. You had spent all your recent time focusing on schoolwork, engineering was not an easy major and with the school year finally picking up this meant you were met with a pile of homework every day when you got home, much to your girlfriend Morgan's dismay.

She was very understanding of the situation being usually very busy herself juggling(get it) basketball and school but lately, she had felt a shift in the relationship. Morgan always did her best to make time for you regardless of how busy she was. Even if she came home exhausted from practice she would still ask you to come over to spend time with you.

With all the assignments piling up you barely had any time to hang out with her. You had grown comfortable in your routine, once you got home you would call her and usually one of you would come over depending on who was more tired or bombarded with tasks to do. However one day you had come home so tired that you forgot to call her and immediately fell into bed.

This led to a change in your routine. At first, Morgan didn't think too much about it. She was aware of the fact you were probably asleep so she had come over and made you something to eat before putting it in the fridge and watching TV until you had woken up. 

She hadn't started to worry until you continued to skip calls for a couple days. It had now been almost a week without you guys having had a real conversation that wasn't over messages or apologizing for being busy.

Morgan was beginning to feel a little upset with you. She didn't like feeling this way but she couldn't help but feel a little resentment towards you. Every time you guys had gotten into a fight or argument Morgan was always the first to apologize even if it wasn't her fault, this being one of the many things you loved about her.

As you sat there working on your assignment you couldn't help but feel slightly dread. Your gut was telling you something bad was going to happen but you pushed it aside and continued to do your work.

Long after you had finished your assignment the feeling lingered. Suddenly you came to the realization that you hadn't spoken to your girlfriend all day. You felt the pit in your stomach grow as the realization set in. 

You felt like an awful girlfriend. You were aware of the fact that you had been neglecting her lately but that was because of school it wasn't your fault right? Pushing these thoughts aside for now you decided to text her being pretty certain of the fact she was still awake.

You were glad that she was coming over. It had been a while since you had properly hung out and it was definitely taking a toll on the both of you which you could easily tell from just the messages alone.

Making your way to the living room you decided to tidy up a bit before she arrived. You made a cup of her favorite tea and made sure to grab a snack for yourself before setting the items down on the coffee table and clicking on her favorite show.

You wanted to show her that you cared because for the past couple days you had done the exact opposite. All you wanted was to make her happy, you felt the tears well up in your eyes from the disappointment in yourself.  Your greatest fear was always and always would be losing morgan.

Taking a deep breath You did your best to calm down before opening your phone to check Morgan's location. You saw that she was already at your apartment so you put your phone down and as you did you heard her keys unlocking the door.

When she sat down next to you, you immediately wrapped your arms around her and profusely apologized.

“What” she questions looking confused 

“I'm sorry for ignoring you” you reply looking up at her with tears in your eyes that you hope she doesn't notice

“it's okay baby I understand you were busy” she says looking down at you sympathetically

The truth was that Morgan had come over ready to argue with you but as soon as she saw your glossy eyes staring up at her she felt guilty like she was the one that had messed up. She felt that it was a mutually shared problem. While you had failed to make time for her she had become upset and pushed you away unintentionally enabling your behavior which had led to this heartfelt confession.

Rather than dwell on the argument of sorts you both made a silent agreement to never do anything like that again. You both had always been able to understand what the other was thinking by simply looking at each other. You had always believed it was because you had known each other since you were practically born but now you believed it was because Morgan was your other half.

As corny as that might sound, you felt that it was the truth. You cuddled up next to her before mentioning the tea you had made her. She smiled and thanked you before wrapping her arm around your shoulder and pressing a kiss to your temple.

It was simple actions like this that made your heart flutter. You had always been on the more domestic side. Tonight was something different. You felt so seen and understood by Morgan in a way you never had before. 

Usually, you guys would have argued a little before coming up with a compromise or solution. However today you had both decided that it wasn't worth arguing and hurting each other. Neither one of you wanted to risk losing the other so you had made the compromise without the argument. And as you drifted off to sleep you felt the happiest you had ever felt with the tall brunette also fast asleep next to you

[lbulldesigns]

AITAH FOR GHOSTING MY FAMILY AND FRIENDS FOR THREE YEARS, FOR MY OWN MENTAL HEALTH?

Posted 7th of January, 2024

Disclaimer: mentions of self-harm, violence, and attempted suicide.

Please bear with me. This post will be long.

I (20f) have been estranged from my family for the past three years.

I want to start off by saying that my family aren't bad people. They were never abusive, and they did care for me, but they could never understand me or the full extent of my issues.

Some background. When I was around five, my sister (26f), we'll call her V, and I witnessed our parents' death at the hands of some trigger-happy Enforcers. We don't know why they decided our parents deserved to die, but they did, and we were left orphaned when the authorities couldn't find any other family to take us in.

We bounced around in the system for a while, fearing being torn from each other at any moment, before a family friend was able to foster and then officially adopt us. Our AD (adoptive dad) was a godsend, he was and still (to my knowledge) is the most patient and gentle man I know. Despite looking like a wolf LOL.

Along with gaining a new father we also gained two brothers (twin 23m) the older twin (C) takes after our dad, Kind and patient. The younger twin (M) however is a little nasty bitch, who took upon himself to make my life in particular an ongoing hell. He was never physically abusive, but he was verbally abusive. It felt like not a day would go by when he wasn't putting me down and treating my existence like it was something insignificant. He never had a problem with V, just me.

For the first six years everyone else would defend me, put him in his place, and overall hold him accountable but at some point, they stopped holding him accountable and just expected me to grow a thicker skin. I still remember the day when I went crying to my sister and rather than comfort me, just rolled her eyes and asked if I could maybe not take him seriously because she needed to finish her group project. To her credit, she apologised for that but it was hard to rely on her after that.

Long story short, M made my home life unbearable, and I had bullies at school that made it unbearable. Especially once I was in high school and my best (and only) friend started making friends of his own. I want to say that I was cool with this, but in reality, I turned into an absolute brat and refused to get along with any of them. I wish I didn't, but I just couldn't help but feel betrayed and genuinely acted on those emotions.

And this is how I was with everyone. Constantly betrayed and acting out. It was no wonder everyone I knew got sick of me.

My Dad was constantly worrying about me.

My older brother avoided me as much as possible, to avoid my outbursts.

My sister was just constantly swinging between feeling guilty, angry, and just done with my constant outbursts. Especially when these outbursts were directed at her girlfriend, who constantly talked about how she wanted to be an Enforcer to protect others (take a wild guess why I couldn't like her). V even slapped me for something I said (I can't remember what) to her GF that made her cry.

And my best friend... hates me.

It's my own fault, obviously.

What led to the title of my post is this.

I told my (former) best friend that I loved him and wanted to be with him, and he just raged at me. Apparently, he was seeing someone and thought that I was pulling something in order to break them up. He didn't believe me when I said that I didn't know he was in a relationship (I genuinely didn't know) but he wouldn't hear it and called me an AH and said he was done with me.

I felt humiliated and heartbroken, when I got home that day I was crying and M was the first person, unfortunately, who I came across. And the first thing he does is scoff and roll his eyes, and said "fucking crybaby".

I don't fully remember what happened, I blacked out, but I remember my dad pulling me off of M and his face was a bloody mess. I'm pretty sure that I broke his nose and then some, my dad was so angry. The angriest I've ever seen him; he actually shook me by the shoulders and demanded what was wrong with me. And when I couldn't answer, they told me to get out. Which I did.

I just bolted from the house, the sound of shouting behind me, and just kept running until I got to the Bridge of Progress.

I was just so empty and lost, and the water below looked so tempting. I was about to end it all when my guardian angel showed up.

Ez (21m) was walking by when he saw me about to jump and, without hesitation, climbed up next to me and asked what we were doing.

He saved me that day, without even trying. He listened to my whining and rather than offer me empty promises of "it'll be okay" instead said "girl you messed up. Wanna go on an adventure with me?"

We've been friends ever since.

I took him on his offer and went home to collect some things, when I got there the lights were off so I climbed up to my bedroom window and let myself in. I grabbed my clothes, some saved up cash, my laptop, and my documents (in case I needed them) and left a note for my family saying "bye".

And that was three years ago. I haven't been in contact with them, I don't follow them on social media, and I left my mobile behind so they were never able to get hold of me.

I completely and utterly. Ghosted them. And I don't entirely regret it.

In the last three years I have gained close friends, experienced new things, seen interesting things, and have felt well enough to actually want to seek therapy. My mental health improved greatly, although I still have issues but still am lot better than I was before.

However, I can't help but feel like an AH. My family weren't bad, just fed up. They are genuinely good people (even M) it's just that I bring the worst out in people. But recently I've been wondering if I should reach out or not.

What if doing so disrupts their lives? What if my leaving improved their lives?

I don't know.

AITAH if I reach out to my family after ghosting them for three years?

(This is a fanfic. Please read tags)

[sanddollarpoems]

I left my job in May. It wasn't a decision I had been planning to make. I may not have loved my job, but it was a paycheck, and I didn't have anything else lined up. The worst thing about my job was navigating my unhinged boss' mod swings. One day, I would be her favorite employee, showered with praise and compliments. But then, like a switch had been flipped, the next day, she would find fault in everything I did. She would verbally berate me and make me wonder if I was actually a terrible employee. This bizarre behavior was starting to leave stress marks on my life. I hated the days that she was in the office, and I was terrified any time she would come to talk to me. I didn't know what was wrong or how to fix it.

It ended one day when she called me into her office.

"I'm writing you up." She said it almost smugly. I tried to hide the shock and horror on my face. Write me up for what??

I remained professional and calm, trying to keep my mind clear on everything she was saying. There was a vague "isn't living up to work expectations" and a comical "overly social" (my work responsibilities required me to be very outgoing). She even threw in something from months ago that had already been resolved. None of it was legit.

I went home, and my shock turned to anger. I've always been an extremely hard worker, dedicated, professional, and kind. This wasn't my fault. But being targeted in such a way by my direct boss felt like total betrayal. When I shared it with my friends, they all agreed that she was just doing the paperwork to eventually fire me. They said I should stay and let her play out her plan so that I could sue the company for wrongful termination. I wanted to do that. It sounded so vengeful. But the thought of letting that woman continue to abuse me was more than I could do. Instead, I wrote my resignation letter and turned it in the very next day. I worked out my two weeks, not because I had to, since it was an "at will" company. But I've always given two weeks everywhere I've worked, and I wanted to keep my own standards. It was a painfully long two weeks.

I want to say that I left and never looked back, but the truth is, the words she said to me still hurt. There's still a part of me that wonders if she was right. There's still a feeling of insecurity and fear that I'm actually a failure. I think the hardest part was that there was still that similarity between her and my mother. The way she made me feel so worthless and weak felt too familiar. Perhaps that's why it's so hard to shake.

I have taken the opportunity to go back to school and finish up my degree at last. I know the right job will show up at the right time. I can feel that providence in my life. A part of me is scared. I keep thinking about the chance of getting another boss who gaslights and abuses me. After fighting to get where I am now, I won't take that anymore. I want to find a way to prove to myself that I can make my own success without risking my emotional safety. I need to have a reason to say, "See? She was mentally ill and cruel. I am really good at this. She was a liar."

She was a liar.

[vampirevatican]

Milgram and The Court of Public Opinion.

this analysis will be about milgram's voting system, nuance and a whole lot of my own opinions mixed with eng fandoms translations, theories, and observations.

t1 = trial one / t2 = trial two

mv = music video

vd = video drama

voting and verdicts:

voting forgiven/unforgiven or innocent/guilty from the standards milgram sets for us (including es) isn't enough or easy.

being that milgram is set towards the court of public opinion and judgement can come from:

"sensibility, morality, ethics, legality, preference, taste, or sexual inclination..."

we end up arguing semantics, trying to find specifics in the crimes and making the best judgement possible. although in doing that the only conclusion anyone can come to is innocent when all is considered.

if we were doing it based on guilty and innocent then 5 are guilty, 2 are guilty on technicality and 3 are innocent

just in case you're curious, in guilty to innocent order as i just stated.

haruka, muu, amane, mikoto, kotoko, shido, fuuta, kazui, mahiru and yuno

it'd be over so quickly. but this... is milgram.

nuance/the grey area:

as the undercover song says, can you really judge them?

001. haruka did it for attention. with how he's coded - intellectual disability - and his mother being extremely neglectful after a certain age which prevented the possibility of his growth in intellect (understanding cause and effect/actions and consequences, along with many other things) it's easier to claim he's innocent. even more easier to forgive him due to this and extremely so if looking at it from his view point, albeit flawed. killing = attention = "affection", even if that attention/"affection" is negative it what he wanted. for someone, anyone to acknowledge him. he's innocent/forgiven because of his circumstances but if he's forgiven then he's being told it was his only option, and he was right, when the fault is on his mother.

002. yuno, as for now, doesn't have a reason. ofc in western (american specifically) public opinion or at least those who view abortion as a choice. she's been innocent from the start. this is her autonomy, her choice, even if she's 18. i won't deny she is so young to be doing sex work, or more specifically compensated dating, and yes it may be common in japan but that doesn't take away the age being factored into what she decided to do. it wasn't for money and she has a good home life. with how analytical and cold she can be, im assuming her desire to be loved in this way comes from somewhere and she's become jaded towards actual relationships. opting for the material and superficial. even without pitying her, she'd still be forgiven/innocent since t1.

003. fuuta was only trying to call out liars and scumbags. he is well versed in the court of public opinion, but he has never seen or experienced a result that lead to someone's death. looking at the undercover mv, then we can see he possibly doxxed his victim. if we take a nuanced approach here then we'd be looking at how he feels after the fact. he remembers the victims name, the fear in his eyes in his t1 and t2 mv, his voice drama after the first trial, him not approving of violence as a solution are all evidence of him feeling horrible. if he could go back, if he would've known. sure he did question why he's there instead of the people who actually killed the victim, but he also recognizes that he lead the charge. his innocence/forgiveness comes in the form of recognizing his actions were wrong. him being guilty/unforgiven is the action in itself.

004. muu is a love/attention reason. she's always been adored, admired, and cherished. she's always had her way. she also has never had to face heavy adversity. sure she was a bully, the queen bee, and a drama queen but didn't her school's culture allow her that? infact with us/es forgiving her, in the second trial song she claims as such, she'll always be queen. and for the t1 mv she says, "my 'im sorry' spells aren't working anymore." which leads me to believe that she's cried and apologized so many times that her old friends couldn't believe her. not forgiving her affirms to her that "two wrongs don't make a right" but forgiving her says the opposite to her. if she's to be forgiven/innocent the blame is tossed to the school, not her, but she won't see it that way.

005. shido is a love case, but for family. im thinking son because of a theory i saw, but either way when looking at it with nuance it gets heavier here. is taking from brain dead patients to save someone wrong? are the brain dead really dead? in my opinion yes, but that's the crux of the situation right? same goes for all the other inmates in this court of public opinion. he can be innocent from the view point that brain dead patients are already dead, and forgiven for his motive.

006. mahiru is another love case, romantic, and in a roundabout way she never committed a crime in the first place. from the voice drama and interrogation q&a slips, we find out that she's a sheltered girl and loves/idolizes soap opera and shoujo mangas. from her mv's we see she romanticizes everything, especially with her t1 mv. she's innocent because of not actually committing murder and forgiven because this is her first love, she wouldn't have known that it was toxic and messed up.

007. kazui did it in hopes of a dream, righting a mistake, being free. although he deeply regrets it, although he says he loves his wife? that love is mainly platonic. from his second trial mv, we see that he met her through his job - most likely police officer - so they had some kind of amicable relationship through their job. he only married her out of societal obligation, and noticing she liked him. not to mention in his t1 mv he says he messed up from the beginning. he is innocent because his crime is indirect, and forgiven because being gay isn't a crime and the regret he feels shows he never had negative intentions.

008. amane did it out of obligation. now, listen to me. i know she's literally 12 and was raised in a cult but notice how im stating the motive of each of these as they are from being stated in vd or pure observations from the mv's. now to any grown up it's self defense, but also imagine having gone through the worst hell imaginable all because you did something "wrong" stated by the adults around you. wouldn't the revenge be sweet? justice in its purest form. now take that and double it down with what you were taught. amane is not only forgiven/innocent because she was just a child, but because of the circumstances surrounding the murder.

009. mikoto (miko from here on) did it out of pent up stress an emotions, in turn creating john (koto from here on). miko is innocent without a doubt, and no i am not taking on the theory he actually did it til we get trial three. if koto was supposed to be his protector, and if he was born from a sudden explosion of pent up anger then (at least to me) it makes sense that he reacted the way he did. imagine being a corporate slave - no actually double it down, again, with growing up always trying to keep the peace. miko has a habit of laughing when he's upset. he laughs it off in hopes that things get better, his vd affirms this and even his mv after that. miko's smile that shifts to an extremely tired expression right before koto is born and a mirror shatters, right at the start. an intolerable stress from working so hard he grew grey hairs, cried himself to sleep, and yet continued to work, hold it in, and endure. the fault isn't on him or on koto. it's japan's work culture and the endure it mentality. koto is innocent/forgiven in the sense of motive. miko is innocent/forgiven because he's never killed to begin with.

010. kotoko did it to save the innocent. though she doesn't deal in nuance, much like fuuta. a key difference between the two is kotoko chooses violence because the justice system failed her. infact she's been hunting down the awful criminals of the world so much that she even has a covered bulletin board with pinned strings on it. on top of that, from the interrogation cards, we find out she dropped out of college and she was studying law. she'd be innocent for what she was seeking to do, in the court of public opinion, many would agree that awful people deserve a murderous punishment and she'd be even forgiven with that same reason. the nuance appears when considering the criminal, the crime and the reason. factoring those in then she can easily become guilty and unforgiven in the eyes of many, see the results after t1.

when it's all said and done:

they all had their reason, it all has a reason. who are we to say their crimes weren't just or fair? we're the judge, the jury, the executioner, and warden. in milgram whatever we says goes.

i'd love to see them all innocent, but at the same time do each of them deserve that? are their ideas being affirmed a detriment to them or their saving grace?? will they kill again?? will some of them be able to get the therapy and treatment they desperately need??? will they go back into society with an improved outlook on life or will they remain the same?

ofc i already have who i'd like to see forgiven and have already forgiven them myself, same as you reading this and those in the jpn fandom (where it originates)

anyway. moving forward please vote with this in mind, and check out the audio dramas i beg you all. i hope that there are nuance voters and voters with sympathy but with how amane was guilty in t1, i have a strong feeling it's not gonna end well. but if it does, you'll see me rejoice.

[ashtheketchum]

Patrick Hockstetter X fem.Reader

PART 2

A/N: This is the second part! If you haven't read the first part yet, please do so first!

Summary: After you saved Ben the first time, Patrick sought you out. He took a liking to you and wanted to show you who you were dealing with. HERE PART 1 HERE PART 3 ___________________ PoV (Y/N):

A day had passed since I had spoken to the group of boys who were messing up Ben and his friends. When Ben came home from school today, he seemed a little happier and his clothes weren't ruined. But I couldn't talk to him for a long time because I had to get to work. But I was really glad that Ben was left alone today. Luckily I didn't have to work long today. I worked in a small kiosk that was maybe 10 minutes away from my home. However, the sun was slowly setting and it turned the sky a warm orange. The sight made me smile slightly, but then I set off. I hadn't even been walking for two minutes when I was suddenly tapped, but when I turned around I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes. This Patrick was standing in front of me and he was grinning broadly at me. I could see in his eyes that he was very happy to see me. So it was exactly the opposite of me. "What do you want, Patrick?" "Pretty rude coming from a young lady… I just want to get you home safely…" “I feel safer when I run alone. But thanks." I just said “thank you” sarcastically before turning away and continuing on. But who would have thought, of course this creep followed me. "So you're this Ben's big sister?" I didn't react, but continued as normal. I tilted my gaze forward before he stepped in front of me and grabbed my arms. His grip was tight and I felt him tense slightly in his hands. I grumbled and tried to free myself from his grip, but it didn't work. Although he didn't look that strong, he had a lot of strength, at least in his grip. "Surely you want us to stop bullying your little brother?" ,, Let me go…!" "Was that a no?" A nasty grin adorned his face, which disgusted me. But he let me go again. I quickly rubbed the places he had touched, as if I could wipe away his viruses. Suddenly he bent down a little and he pointed to his cheek. “The punch in the face hurt a lot…” He began quietly. Before I could answer him, he continued. "A kiss would definitely take away the pain." He chuckled quietly. And when he saw my shocked face, he laughed out loud. Patrick stood back up before running his hand through his hair. "Let's make one thing clear…" Suddenly his face became serious again and he grabbed my hair. I let out a loud hiss of pain as he pulled me closer to him. Since Patrick was taller than me, he pulled me up and I stood on my tiptoes. His gaze was threatening and a shiver crept down my spine. "Punch me so brazenly in the face again… and you will never see the light of day again…" He murmured quietly. I had to hold my breath before I kicked him between the legs. Through the pain, he let go of me growling and I ran home. As I ran, I didn't even look behind me to see if he was even behind me. My lungs hurt and my eyes were watering. I had never felt as much fear as I did in that moment, with Patrick. He was dangerous and I couldn't believe that Ben and him actually went to the same school.

When I got to my house, I looked behind me. Nobody was behind me and nobody was standing at the other houses either. Still breathing heavily, I unlocked the door and went inside. Tears still adorned my eyes and I was shaking all over. Ben, who appeared to be getting something to eat, was standing in front of me. He immediately ran towards me and knelt down next to me. My legs were now so weak that I fell to the ground. <Time Skip>

Ben had looked after me lovingly and I told him everything. I could see on his face that he was sorry that I was in this situation because of him. But I quickly reassured him that it wasn't his fault. But for the next few days I didn't dare leave the house. Actually, I didn't let threats get me down that much, but with this Patrick it was different. He didn't hesitate to threaten me and hurt me on the street. And his eyes, which stared into my soul, still gave me shivers.

I was very brave, but when I sensed danger, it was bad. I actually wanted to ask Ben to stop going to this school, but where else would he go? There were no other schools nearby.

[cream0fwheat1998]

Of Mean & Mice (Dark! Rafe Cameron x reader) 2

NONCON, BULLYING, DRUGS (probably)

Summary: Y/n thought the nightmare was over. Over a week later, Rafe and his pals find her again during the closing shift of her job. Just what exactly does aggressive, entitled man want with her?

Y/n ran to Sarah's room as tears fled from her eyes. She didn't know exactly what she wanted to do to Sarah, hit, scream or just run away from her; but all of that could wait with Rafe Cameron, her rapist, just down the hall.

When she reached Sarah's door, her feet met with a stiff force. Looking down, was Y/n's overnight bag sitting outside. The door to Sarah's room was locked but she could her music and girls laughing.

It was like a headache; the little fuzzies filling her brain until the reality weighed her down.

It was all planned from the start.

Y/n gathered her belongings and dashed toward the stairs and once she reached the front door, she glanced back and at the top of the steps was Rafe Cameron leaning against the stair rails.

He tipped an invisible hat at her; it was enough to make her puke while escaping to the pitch-blackness of the late night hours.

One Week Later

Y/n begged her mother to let her go with her mother and dad to a hospital (in a different state) for his next operation but they didn't want her to go and make her miss school. The truth was, no amount of medicine or surgeries seemed to make her dad better and they were pushing Y/n away from the inevitable; that his time was soon and they were too heartbroken to admit it.

She was alone again but this time she wouldn't be going over anyone's house or even stopping to talk with another person on her way out the door.

Y/n checked her phone, "An hour left." She made a mental note and slid it back in her pocket.

In a state of tiresome, repetitive chores, Y/n smiled at the thought of going home and tossing something in the oven for dinner. She swept the backroom of her restaurant while the front house chattered about their plans for after close.

A bell rings at the opening of the entrance to the shop and a shuffle of several different voices boomed in. I could hear our hostess groan, telling the newly arrived customers that the kitchen closes soon and we're out of some ingredients so we cant make everything on the menu.

"Well we're hungry so too bad. We'll just have what you have left and keep a low profile.'' A young man voiced.

After putting my cleaning supplies away, I walked to the exit of the backroom to see through the small window on the door a group of young men sitting in the nearest booth but a certain light brunet/blonde stood out.

The thought of everything caused Y/n's heart beat to increase; the speed made her stomach turn and the feeling that if her heart went any faster, it'd rip itself out of her chest.

Y/n's hands met the sides of her head as she slid down the cold, metal door. There was teeth biting into her shoulders, hair pulled and hips grabbed with such force that she's sure she still has a handprint on her skin.

And none of it was meant in the way she'd desired to have with somebody, one day. But now her fears of not doing well on her finals and the cosmic level of stress caused by her fathers' illness was semi-replaced with running into a handsome devil who cared for no one except himself.

She heard him and his buddies laugh. All she felt was shame and guilt from something that wasn't her fault while the man responsible for the damage was hanging out with his pals and laughing as if he'd never done anything wrong, ever.

Her shoulders slumped at the thought that he was so cruel that all he really did want from her sex and instead of asking her, he took the biggest piece-of-shit way to get there.

There was something bittersweet about this realization; that sex really was all he wanted and now that he'd gotten it, he wouldn't bother her anymore.

With an ounce of courage, Y/n lifted herself off the ground and secured her purse of her shoulder. She'd walk out there, say goodbye to her coworkers and leave for the day. She would tell them that she doesn't feel well and she'd disciplined for leaving a bit early, then so be it.

Y/n took a deep breath, prepared to walk into the lion's den and pay no mind to the monster thats an arms' length away from her.

She pushed on the door (with a little more force than intended) and strut out to the front of the store. Behind her, she felt the heat of several pairs of eyes and the sound loud whispers.

"Rafe, is that the girl?" One boy says pointing behind his back.

Rafe glanced from his fries to the girl who was obviously trying to runaway from him. There were many things in his head; and the pouty lips and wet eyes of the woman he forced into bed with him days earlier occupied most of his thoughts.

He smirked to save face, "Yeah. Bro let me tell you she's actually quite the slut. It's always the quiet ones you've gotta look out for." Rafe said, throwing a french fry at Topper like it was an airplane.

Kelce and Topper laughed out loud while Y/n picked up her pace and fled out the restaurant doors'. She didn't say goodbye to anyone.

15 minutes down the road, Y/n let out a cold sigh of relief. She saw her breath in the cold, midnight air and regretted not bringing a thicker jacket.

The sound of tires screeching against the uneven pavement of the road and bright lights that shone from behind her meant a car was coming and probably driven by someone who cares not for legal speeds.

Though Y/n got out of the way; she realized she didn't need to when the car started to slow down, following her. She looked back but in the blackness of the night she couldn't tell who was driving or what kind of car it was. The lights were too much and she turned back and kept walking away.

The car's wheels ran slowly; the driver was purposefully matching her speed. In a moment of a absent courage; Y/n took off down the road at full speed hoping to lose the stalker.

The car sped up, but not enough to run her down. It was clear they weren't gonna stop and Y/n didn't know what else to do but make a detour into the woods next to her. There were no houses or buildings to run too. She was on her own; as if that wasn't typical of her already.

While dashing through the chilly, dark woods, y/n heard the door of the car close and a shuffle of running behind her. Deep in the back of the mind, she knew who following her and she admitted to herself she rather take her chances with a serial killer.

"Can you just stop fucking running already!" Rafe screams.

Y/n knew her legs wouldn't keep up for much longer but exhaustion from running from her rapist was worth it. He would not have her tonight.

"Goddammit Y/n talk to me please! It doesn't matter how far you run or who you get to protect you; believe that I'll get you. Always!" Rafe yelled, stopping to catch his breath at a tree.

Looking back was y/n's mistake because she flew to the ground, landing chin first on cold, crunchy leaves. She used her strength to hold herself up and looked back at the large root she stumbled on and couldnt help but give it a bitter kick.

She tried to get up but realized she must of hurt her ankle when it stretched in pain; causing her to yelp aloud. The stinging chill of the night air kept her tears at bay. But she was shaking and cursed herself, knowing she'd need help to get up.

Rafe strode over to the helpless female; feeling like a warrior who fought for a prize and won. He shook his head at the distraught woman that hasn't left his mind since taking her those few days ago.

He bent down to meet her eyes and thumbed her cheek. "You are so precious. It's really cute that you thought you could get away from me." He said, wiping away some of the moisture under her eyes.

Y/n growled and threw a fruitless slap at him. Rafe just chuckled. "Come on pretty girl, you arent tough and you know it. If you really wanted to keep me away you should have bought a gun or just not leave your house. It's that simple."

Though y/n was ashamed for giving up, her ankle needed to be looked at and Y/n need warmth.

Rafe knew this by watching her shiver. This was the part of control he adored; he got to decide if she got help and what type of help she'd get. He was willing to give her all of it, if she behaves, that is.

"Alright pretty, enough games for tonight. How does an ice pack for your ankle sound? And then to bed at the Cameron house. I'm sure my bed is better than whatever shit-shack you live in." Rafe picked her up, ignoring the half-attempted pleas for him to release girl.

"Shh shhh. It's okay. You've got me now and I'll take care of you. For a price. We'll talk about it tomorrow." Rafe buckled in the silent girl, the fear radiating off her from the violent way she shook.

Y/n didn't want to admit it, but she was scared of Rafe Cameron. The smile he gave her mean he could feel it too. He loved it.

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Noble To The Core- CH. 6

Descendants × Fem! ReaderSummary: Saturday is when the fun begins.

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Dear Family,

I'm afraid I have misplaced some of my letters I've written on the first day because I can't find them. I would have rewritten all of them, but I have been doing a lot of writing and my hand hurts. As you can already tell, this handwriting isn't my own. My roommate Frida Sutree has offered to write for me.

I am more than thankful that she is my roommate. We might even be reaching the point of calling each other friends. After a brief conversation, it is safe to say that I have made a friend here.

Everything is going well enough. The first day was eventful, and most of my time has been doing tests. The school wants to see what my academic level is. I can proudly say that I have been working hard! There hasn't been a moment where I haven't missed all of you. I hope you are all doing well.

Hopefully, in the next letter, I'll be the one writing it and I won't lose it. I still don't know what could have happened to them.

Next week is when I'll be starting my classes. I can't wait to see what it'll be like. Though regardless of how we did on the tests, we'll all be taking Remedial Goodness 101. They didn't explain much about it, but I have a basic idea of what it is. They also let us choose some classes. Aside from the required one, I'm most excited for art. I'll try to write to you soon. I love you all!

XOXO

y/n Vainira.

"Remedial Goodness 101?" The woman could feel a fire flaring up in her as she washed the dishes with her husband. The man gave her a sympathetic look, but she was too focused on scrubbing the dishes. "It's not like they could do anything. They're just kids. And they made a whole class because they don't think they'll behave or have basic morals? The gall to even think that. You know what it reminds me of—"

There was a slight cracking sound coming from the plate she was scrubbing. He gently grabbed the woman's wrist, stopping her movements. When she looked at him, the frustration in her eyes softened. She realized that she almost broke another plate. A sigh escaped her lips.

"I just worry. I'm already wondering if I made the wrong choice by letting her go there." He couldn't give her any comforting words without lying. It wasn't like he could speak anymore. So all he could do was rub circles on her wrist with his thumb. Tears poured down the woman's wrinkled face.

"I'm just scared that something's going to happen to her, and I can't even be there for her." She turned her head away from her husband. She hated being seen crying by anyone.

"But y/n's a good girl. She'll be fine. She's always been lucky." Her words sounded desperate. He let go of her wrist and held her hand. The two could only hope that their fears wouldn't come true.

For a brief moment, there was frustrated anger in her. It wasn't directed at y/n's future tribulations and her own inability to help her child. It was toward the one who was holding her hand so gently right now.

If only he hadn't been so reckless and fanatic, they wouldn't even have to be worrying about this. To her, it felt like the obvious choice was to throw everything behind. They could have run away. Left Vrahan that place only seemed to give him trouble anyway. Then they could find a new place to start their family. That's what they should have done. That should have been her ending.

It was either his extremist pride or his belief in this grandiose picture that led him down this path. He had spent years going to war with his only family. So much blood tainted the land he called home. He couldn't just throw that away, no matter how much she begged and cried. Love wouldn't win against a sword.

But in the end, it was both their fault for ending up here. Codrin with his unwavering belief and her own willingness to follow him to the end. They were the ones to bring children into this world. They brought this situation upon themselves.

She cracked a small, wistful smile at the image of her children. All of them are so different from one another, but still so precious. They were the ones who made her feel alive on this hellish island. "Everything will be fine." She said aloud. He squeezed her hand, and she responded with one as well. A wordless apology to each other and hope that her words were true.

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The idea of going clothing shopping for the new students had been stirring around in Ben's mind for a while now. He wasn't against the shabby look of their clothes. They were fine, but everything looked like they had been through a number of fights. There were holes and poor stitches that were barely holding the fabric together.

Not to mention the backhanded comments from other students. No one said anything when the five were around, but when they were out of sight, so many snide remarks slipped out from the students' mouths. Sometimes they'd say it openly in front of Ben as if trying to bait a reaction out of him. Of course, he never caved in and gave them what they wanted.

He wasn't going to say that he regretted his choice. From what little he has seen of the five, they all seem to be a well-rounded bunch. Just a little different from everyone here, but that didn't make them bad. Their blood didn't mean they were any less than them. No one's future was determined.

So when Frida came up to Ben and asked if she could take y/n out for some shopping. He couldn't hide his grin. His plan of trying to integrate the Island kids was working faster than he thought.

"You don't have to ask for my permission." Ben's words were followed by a slight chuckle. Frida gave him a dubious look, which stopped his laughter. He went silent for a moment before realizing that asking for permission was probably the best thing.

As much as he didn't want the school to be a prison cell for the five. He couldn't exactly let them leave school grounds without some sort of security following behind them. It was a bit dehumanizing, he knows, but his parents believed that this was a safety net of sorts. Things could be worse. He just hoped that, over time, everyone would learn to respect one another.

Frida waited for the prince's response. Watching his face shift from mild sadness to his usual sunny self. "That is a great idea!" He gasped before adding, "We should plan a whole day for them to get out of school and do some shopping!" Frida stood as still as a statue and watched Ben go on and on.

She wasn't into fashion, but she thought updating y/n's wardrobe would brighten her mood. The Island girl had become less enthusiastic as the first week went on, and it wasn't just her missing letters that were bothering her. When Frida asked what was wrong, all she'd say was that she was tired and was missing home.

It was clear that wasn't the only problem, but she never pushed y/n to give her the full answer. Why bother forcing it out? That usually leads to hostility. Still, she was glad to have Ben back up her idea. She wasn't sure about adding the other four to their little field trip, but she'd put up with it.

The rest of that free period was spent talking about what shopping would look like. It was mostly Ben brainstorming aloud and Frida trying to get back to her classwork.

'At least we have everything planned out, I guess. Well, that's if the King and Queen agree.' Frida thought glumly as the bell rang. She was still slightly upset that her classwork wasn't partially finished. It threw off her whole schedule. With the appearance of y/n, she had thrown everything in for a loop.

Later that day, when school was over, Ben made a beeline towards the palace. It wasn't too far from the school, just a little over half an hour ride. When the carriage came to a stop, he practically jumped out and sprinted in. He quickly found his mom in the library. If she wasn't anywhere else, then she was there.

When Ben loudly busted down the door, Belle slightly jumped at the sudden noise. She looked up from her book with curiosity at who had rudely entered the room. Much to her surprise, it was Ben.

Belle looked at the clock and asked, "Don't you have tourney practice?" Ben shook his head, then thought for a moment before nodding. "Usually, yes, but all the bats have gone missing. Every single one, even the spare ones. Everyone thinks Percy is behind it, and I don't want to be quick to judge- ah. That doesn't matter right now. That's not why I'm here right now."

She was getting to the good part of the book, but she put it down and put all her attention on Ben. Not interrupting once while he talked on and on about getting the Isle kids new clothes. He wanted them to pick their clothes themselves instead of some random person doing it for them. He also wanted them to experience more than just the school. There was a whole world that they had yet to know about.

The whole time Ben spoke, his eyes sparkled with excitement and hope. He was hoping that with these five, they could show that rehabilitation was possible for some of the children of the Isle. With them being a success story, other kids could join the rehabilitation program as well. But at the same time, there wasn't anything wrong with wanting them to enjoy their time here.

Once Ben finished speaking, he looked at his mom. He looked at her with pleading eyes. Belle gave him a sympathetic smile as she said, "Let's talk to your father about this." She watched his shoulders slump slightly. They both knew how this would end, but he would need permission from both parties.

And so, during dinner, another debate between Father and Son began. Ben didn't bother easing into things or touching his food. When the king took his seat at the head of the table, Ben brought up his idea. Catching everyone off guard. Belle played moderator during the whole discussion to keep things from getting out of hand.

The two were so stubborn that it wasn't amusing to Belle anymore. In the end, the king declared that those five were to stay on school grounds until he believed that they wouldn't try to run away or something worse. Ben was going to argue more until Belle called his name. Her voice was as stern as her expression. Silently telling Ben to back down.

Ben bit his tongue and nodded his head. If his mom wasn't going to back him up, then there was no point in fighting with his father. It'd be an uphill battle, but regardless of the obvious loss, Ben was thinking.

Just as the room had calmed down, Ben spoke up to bring back the tension. "At least let me, Chad, Audrey, and Frida be the ones to pick out their clothes. We'll ask what they like, and then we'll get it." He turned to his mom while saying, "It's better to have us do it than some random strangers, right?"

Already wanting to be done with this topic in general. The king agreed, which ceased further conversations about the Isle kids. With that, Ben spent his free time silently thinking to himself.

It didn't take him long to plan out this idea. All that needed to be done was to get the cogs moving. There were definitely some cogs that wouldn't move, but a little oil would loosen them.

During the wee hours in the morning, Ben woke up. He didn't bother waiting around to join his parents for breakfast. There was too much to be done. He was on a timer, and his deadline was Saturday.

In his closet, he spent a good moment looking through clothes. Trying to find something that didn't look too flashy or make him stand out. Then he finally settled on a simple white button-up and some brown pants. He looked in the mirror and messed up his hair. With his hair looking like a bird's nest, he looked a little less recognizable. If someone were to really look at him, then they'd probably realize who he was.

He ordered his carriage, which surprised the servants by how early it was. Still, an order was an order, and they began preparing everything for the prince. While his ride was getting ready, he grabbed a bag and threw his usual clothes in there, along with a purse with too many coins in it.

When the carriage was ready, equipped with a horse and a coachman, Ben's parents were waking up. Just as he was about to enter, he turned to the servant standing by. "Tell Mom and Father that I said good morning for me." He said with a smile before jumping in.

As always, the ride between the castle and the school was long and boring. It was the main reason why he has his own room in the dorm. He used to share his dorm room with someone, but his parents unrolled him with the announcement about the Isle kids. Ben seemed to have lost a bit of respect amongst his peers and even friends because of his decision.

Ben didn't regret any of this, but he does wish some of his friends didn't leave him behind. Or at least tried to understand where he was coming from.

His social circle may have diminished quite a bit, but at least he had Audrey and Chad. They were still opposed to the Isle kids, yet were willing to support Ben. It seemed like Frida Sutree, the recluse princess, would be joining them in their effort. Though it seemed like Frida was only interested in y/n. Which was a small victory to Ben regardless.

As the carriage entered the town, Ben told the coachman to stop when he saw what he was looking for. The coachman did as told before Ben leaped out. "Sir, what are you doing!?" The old man yelled out to the prince. "Don't worry, I'll be right back! I just need to pick up something!" Ben told the coachman as he entered the store.

The store owner was startled by Ben busting into the store. He couldn't tell if the woman was more startled by having a customer this early in the morning or how much energy he had. The prince smiled as he made his way to the counter. "Good morning! How are you doing?"

The woman spoke with wide eyes, "Good morning to you as well. I-I'm doing well." Ben looked around the shop. Taking in everything in the prop shop. The whole place looked messy yet organized at the same time. So many knickknacks. The woman rubbed her eyes, trying to see if her sleepiness was making her see things.

"You do wigs here, don't you?" He asked. His question was responded with a wordless nod.

"Great! You don't happen to have." He stopped and looked at his hands. Silently naming off names with each finger. Then he looked back at the woman to continue speaking, "Nine spare wigs?"

The woman didn't raise an eyebrow and went in the back. After waiting for a few minutes, she came back with a box of wigs. He grabbed the whole box and asked, "How much for them?"

"All of them?" She asked.

"All of them."

The moment Ben got back to school, he sneaked into the girl's dorm. Tiptoeing to Audrey's room. He knocked on the door lightly. Audrey wasn't a light sleeper, and she always got up early, so he was confident that she'd answer. The moment she opened the door, he rushed in and right past her.

Before she could question her boyfriend, he held out the box. "Do you think any of these bring out my eyes?" She peered into the boxes to see wigs. "What are these for? Wait, why do you even have these in the first place?"

He gave her a sheepish smile. "Listen, I have a plan." At that moment, Audrey's confusion turned into weariness. Ben and his little ideas were interesting, but not always successful. For instance, the tree incident that his friends would bring up. Or when he put hot sauce up his nose when he had a cold when he was younger.

"No! Don't look at me like that! Just hear me out, please, Audrey. It's for a good cause." Ben pleaded with his girlfriend. She didn't even have to look at his puppy dog eyes. His voice was enough for her. The prince of Auradon could make her do anything if he just asked. It was unfair how much power he had over her, but she supposed that was just love.

She let out a slight sigh and sat on her bed. "Fine." There was a slight pang of satisfaction when she saw him smile, and he thanked her. He set the box down and began explaining everything. How his father still didn't trust the five off school grounds. Even with security. Then on to his plan.

On Saturday, they'd sneak the Isle kids out. Everyone would be disguised, just so they wouldn't attract any unnecessary attention. He's already working out a deal with one of the coachmen, and he could bribe some of the guards. Although he would prefer fewer people get involved, he doesn't want to end up working with loose lips.

The boy stood the whole time while he talked. Making slight hand gestures from time to time. When he was done, he asked what Audrey thought about it. Without hesitation, she told him, "You're doing too much for them." He blinked. "You've brought them here. Isn't that enough?"

"Audrey," His usual sunshine aura slightly disappearing. "You know there's so much that needs to be done. Think about how many kids will be saved from that place if this program works. I know you don't believe in this, but—"

Audrey held up her hand to silence him. His mouth slightly hung open, but he quickly closed it when she spoke. "I believe you." She looked him in the eyes to clarify herself. "I believe in you. And if this program doesn't go right. If everything goes up in flames, I won't say I told you so. Because Chad and everyone will be saying it for me."

A slight laugh slipped from Ben. She continued on. "But no matter what, I'll always be right beside you. Helping you with whatever trouble you get into next. I'm sure Chad will be right there as well."

Ben wiped the corner of his eyes with his fingertips. "Why do you always say the sweetest things that make me cry? It's not fair."

She spoke in mild amusement. "It must be love, I suppose."

Once his eyes were cleared of any tears, he asked the important question. "Are you going to help me sneak them out?" His words made her "tsk" aloud and shake her head. "After everything I just said, you think I'd say no?"

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"Why do you have to wear a wig?" y/n asked Frida.

"I guess the Prince is worried that I'll be recognized and ruin everything." Frida explained while putting on a red wig. Then she looked in the mirror and thought to herself, 'I don't even think the people of Auradon even know where Murkmire is on a map.'

The two went to gather Evie and Mal. Jay and Carlos would be picked up by Chad. Audrey and Ben would be waiting at the carriage. As the girls sneakily made their way to where the couple was waiting, y/n glanced at the two. Mal wore a short black wig. While Evie had a long green wig.

"Green looks good on you," y/n said without much thought. Evie smiled and spoke proudly, "Everything looks good on me." The other two had second thoughts on Evie's wig. The color was rather obnoxious and looked ugly. It didn't matter who wore it. No one could pull it off. Not even Evie. Still, they didn't voice their opinion. Mal had already spoken her mind just an hour ago.

When they made it to the stables, the boys had arrived before them. Jay busted out laughing when he saw Evie's wig. Carlos laughed as well, but he was much quieter. "What the hell is that?" Jay asked, pointing at Evie.

Evie flipped her hair while striking a pose. "It's called fashion, Jay. It's something you've never heard of." He shook his head slightly. His smile never faltered. "Whatever you say, snot green." She paid no mind to the name.

Chad introduced himself to the girls. Evie's eyes went wide when she heard his last name. Before she could start flirting with him, he focused his attention on Frida. "What do you think about long hair?" He asked while running his fingers through his blue wig. Frida shrugged her shoulders, uninterested by him and the question. "I have no opinion on it."

"Hm, well, do you think I should grow my hair out?" He asked. Frida shrugged her shoulders again and gave him a cold look. "I don't care." He quickly backed off.

Evie would add, "I think you'd look good with any hair." Chad didn't pay much attention to her and said thanks before moving closer to his friends.

While everyone chatted, y/n discreetly inched closer to Carlos. She took in the wig he wore for a moment before turning her eyes away from him. "That wig looks bad on you." She bluntly stated. He gasped and spoke with a quiver. "I thought it looked good on me."

Carlos watched her tense her shoulders from the corner of his eye. "I'm sorry, I just—" He quickly cut her off. He felt a little bad for making her worry, but only a little. "I'm kidding. That [random color] wig doesn't look good on you, either."

Her lips quirked up into a small smile. "I don't mind it looking bad, but it's a bit uncomfortable, isn't it?" He only hummed in agreement.

Ben clapped his hands to get everyone's attention. With all eyes on him, he went over a few things. They all stay close to each other, no wandering off. There should be no unnecessary conversations with strangers. When they get into town, they'll be divided into two groups, boys and girls.

"Today we are different people." Ben said.

Noble To The Core Masterlist

I just wanted to get something out before my birthday and get something out. Also sorry for the Ben focused chapter and lack of y/n. I enjoy stuff that doesn't focus on the main cast and fleshing out. As always, I have a vague idea for what I'll write, but I'd like to know what character/characters you would like y/n interact more with. Maybe I'll write it in the next chapter. Thanks for reading, and here's a quick doodle I made in an hour.

Taglist: @nobl3sse @remiechu

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LITTLE BIG SIS (CHAPTER 23)

Rachael smiled softly as she watched Sophie get carried out of the school by her mother in just her t-shirt and diaper, still sound asleep, gently sucking on her pacifier. If she wasn't so tall, she would have looked exactly like a little baby being taken away by her mommy. Regardless, she looked absolutely adorable and that brought even more joy to the nurse as she waved goodbye to her student. Part of her was sad that her fun was over, but she was very pleased with the end result.

Of course, she wasn't the only one who would be happy with how the day ended. Jennifer simply wanted to humiliate her sister by causing her to have an accident in front of her schoolmates. She never could have imagined her scheme would lead her sister back into diapers. So, when Jennifer walked in the front door of the house to see their mother unloading grocery bags of baby supplies, she was just a bit confused.

"Mom? Hey. How was your trip?" Jen said, removing her backpack.

"It was good, sweetie." Her mom responded. "Did you have a good weekend?"

Jennifer wasn't going to give an honest answer there.

"It was fine, mom." She said quickly. "What's all this stuff?"

Her mother sighed. She knew she was going to have to tell Jen, but she just didn't know how. How could she explain to her youngest daughter that her older sister was now, for all practical purposes, a baby? Especially, considering, as far as she knew, Jen had no idea about Sophie's bedwetting problem. She feared this would all be so shocking to her.

"Umm, well, Jen..." She started. She placed her hands on the table, right next to a box of baby wipes. "Did you notice anything odd about Sophie over the weekend?"

Jen started to get a little nervous. "Like what?"

"Like any... accidents?"

"Accidents?" Jen said. Her heart was now racing. What did she know?

"Listen, Jen. I really didn't want to tell you this, but your sister has a bedwetting problem. It started after your dad left and she's just never gotten over it. She wears pull-ups at night and I found wet sheets in the hamper when I got home."

This part really freaked Jen out. Was her mom implying that since Sophie wears protection, that those must have been her sheets? She would be right, but still it wasn't something Jennifer cared to admit.

"Obviously, Sophie didn't put on her pull-ups and had an accident." Her mother continued. "I thought maybe you saw she wet the bed and the embarrassment caused her to regress."

"Regress?" Jen said. Her eyes lit up. Did this mean Sophie did have an accident at school? Had her plan actually worked? What she heard next shook her.

"Sophie has been having potty accident all day. According to the school, she's wet and messed herself multiple times today. And when I got home today, I noticed she had used more of her Goodnites than usual. I talked with the school nurse and we decide it would be best for Sophie to be little for a while. She's back in diapers and for the time being we'll be caring for her like a baby."

Messed herself? Sophie thought to herself. Like, she pooped her pants? This was too perfect. If that really happened, it had nothing to do with anything Jen did. Sophie must actually be regressing, as her mother said. Jen couldn't imagine why, though. Maybe it was the humiliation of Jen finding out her secret. Regardless, Sophie was now in her place.

"Wow, mom." Jennifer said. "Yeah, I knew she wet the bed, but she acted like it was no big deal. I mean she was actually kind of mean to me after. Like it was my fault or something." Jen said, trying to cover her tracks.

"She was probably just hurt, Jen. Afraid that you would tell somebody or make fun of her for it."

"I would never, mom."

"I know, sweetie. You're such a good sister. And we need to make sure that Sophie knows that. During this time period, we need to care for Sophie and make her feel safe and loved. You're basically the big sister now."

Jennifer liked the sound of that.

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[tetsunabouquet]

Basic Instinct Chapter 13

A/N: various categories of warnings should be present here, because this is going from steamy to angsty. Be prepared for Masaomi being a douche willing to ruin Akashi's life once more. Masterpost

It wasn't meant to be like this. Akashi had been alone in the Student Council room, preparing for the next meeting. You had showed up with toasted bread with ham and cheese from the cafeteria and something to drink, worried he'd forget himself once more. He had made a teasing comment about the splotch of ink on your uniform, you had responded with a flirty comment. He blamed teenage hormones, because he pushed you on his desk and he couldn't help but kiss you. You giggled against him, kissing him back in a way that felt playful yet passionate, like a fire that was slowly spreading with glee. He dug his fingers into your waist, pulling you closer against him. The two of you were so lost into one another, neither of you could hear the sounds of approaching footsteps. As you moaned against his lips, the door opened and the worst possible figure stood in the doorframe, the Headmaster. Both of you froze, as the man pointed, with the hand that was free of papers which contained the budget for the upcoming Culture Festival to his right. "Akashi, L/n, my office, NOW!"

Akashi went home, dread fillng his stomach. The Headmaster had called both his father and your mother. Both, were naturally furious. He felt sick. He was scared of what was going to happen to him, to your relationship and what kind of abuse your mother would put you through once you came home. He imagined you were returning home with your knees shaking just as hard as his own were and he felt guilty for kissing you. 'This is all my fault. It's all my fault." Akashi felt like he would either faint or have a heart attack from the fear coursing through his veins. He walked into his home, and found his father already waiting for him at the door, seething with anger. "Never, did I dare dream you'd disgrace the Akashi name in such a careless manner," his father's voice was ice and it chilled Akashi to the bone. "I knew this would happen when you started dating that common whore." "She's not a whore! I was the one to kiss her father, and it was foolish. I was caught up in the rush of my feelings for her, and I am sorry." "Those feelings you have for her are like a disease! First she gets you slacking your studies and skipping class, now she has you acting indecent in public! What's next, getting her pregnant before graduation?! I've had it with this relationship of yours, Seijuro." Akashi felt ashamed, angry and afraid. He felt shame, because his father had a point. He was angry, because his father had asked too much of him to begin with. And he was afraid, because he didn't like the direction this conversation was going. "She's not right for an Akashi, a girl of our status would have known better then to respond to such promiscuity. I was foolish to agree to letting you see her. You're breaking up with her, and I will beg the Niragi family to open the conversation about Tsukiko's hand in marriage once more, if they are graceful enough to talk with me after I had to shut down our conversations so unceremonously. I will also see to it, that you're homeschooled from now on. That girl and your friends at Rakuzan are only a bad influence. I will not have them taint the Akashi name, and neither will you!" "You cannot do that father! You cannot take away my life like that! I don't want to marry Tsukiko, I don't want to quit school! You cannot expect me to do as you say because I made a singular mistake!" Akashi felt his breathing getting out of control, he was starting to hyperventilate as his father's threats circled around his head, images of saying goodbye to his team, to you, racing through his head. He didn't wanted to do that. His father merely watched on with cold eyes, as Fujioka rushed to the scene, urging him to breathe properly. The last thought he had was that felt incredibly light-headed, as he fainted. Fujioka caught his body in time, before he could crash into the ground. "Masaomi, you cannot control him like a puppet, especially not when he's simply a lovestruck teenager!" "I can! He is my son, and I am tired of your constant threats. You might be hired by the Kaneshiro family, but I do not have to tolerate your presence in MY household. My mother-in-law be damned! That relationship is tarnishing the Akashi family name, and I said I would not have that." Wether Masaomi was truly serious about not fearing the infamous Rima Kaneshiro, or he was caught up in the moment of his anger, Fujioka could not say. But he did not want to risk it. He had to come up with a plan to save Seijuro. Because if you asked Fujioka, wether he was willing to protect the Akashi name at the cost of Seijuro's happiness, his answer was a simple one: No.

[maochira]

Toki-Niji (my hamster) is getting a new owner in an hour. I sadly can't take care of him the way he needs it, and luckily I found someone who already has experience with two other hamsters as sensitive as him. I'm sad and wish I wouldn't have to let go, but it's the best for both Toki-Niji and me to put him into someone else's hands.

(More details under the cut if you wanna know more.)

I first started struggling with Toki-Niji back in the beginning of August (about 3 weeks after getting him) when he started biting the corners of his cage due boredom and/or stress. After multiple tries I only got him to stop the behaviour, but couldn't get rid of his boredom and stress. I really tried to. I bought and DIYed stuff to krep him busy, but he ignored those. One week I spent ike 80-100€ on things for him in hope it'll keep him busy but it didn't work. That was the first time I thought about giving him away but at that time, I just couldn't deal with the guilt I felt about "failing." By now I know I didn't fail because I tried as much as I could and giving him to someone else with more experience is the only right thing to do.

Besides that, Toki-Niji is very sensitive to noises and light, so I couldn't keep a big light on anymore and only a desk lamp as soon as he woke up at 7pm, which is an hour after I get home from school on most days. I also had to keep noises down as much as possible and often ended up not doing anything in the evenings. I just didn't want to cause him any more stress.

Every time I would hear any kind of noise from him I would get anxious in fear he's showing stress signs again. Knowing I have a stressed hamster terrified me because I want the best for him but didn't know what to do anymore.

I looked for help on reddit (in August) and followed the advice but nothing helped enough. I tried letting Toki-Niji run free outside of his cage to help with the boredom, but that only stressed him more.

My breaking point was 2 nights ago when he escaped his cage like 10 times and barely let me sleep that night. On one side that is my fault because the cage wasn't secure enough (I fixed it afterwards) but I also realized if it happens once, he'll continue trying to find new ways escape which means he's still stressed and bored.

I just couldn't deal with the anxiety and being woken up at night anymore. And I just couldn't deal with being fully aware I can't care for Toki-Niji the way he needs it.

Sure, I could have tried more. I could have bought and crafted more things to keep him busy. But honestly, I tried so many different things and I don't want to spend more money only to probably "fail" again. I just don't have the emotional capacity for this.

I know why he is so sensitive. He was raised in a bad environment and when I picked him up he was in a small cage with his brothers and father, in the middle of a hallway - aka a busy area where he probably didn't get much rest and was stressed a lot.

This experience just taught me again how hamsters, despite being so small, aren't always easy pets. Toki-Niji is very different from my previous two hamsters. And that's okay. He'll be better with another owner.

Sometimes a human and an animal aren't meant to be with each other. And that was the case for Toki-Niji and me.

I don't plan to have another hamster (or pet in general) for a while. At least as long as I live with my father I don't want another pet.

[kokorowoutsu]

-- RP: @skullboneandunown

skullboneandunown:

Flannery nods, patting an Ultra Ball on her belt. "Yup! Ashe asked a while back if I could take him, and I caught him after Momo beat him in a battle. I'm curious to what his reaction will be to Willow considering literally every Pokemon she meets loves her." She rups her chin for a moment before speaking again. "Now that I think about it, Willow would love the foresty...jungle? areas around Routes 118 and 119." Charles listens to her patiently, and gives her a soft smile as she pauses to show him the knife. "This is all new to you, young Grandcrest. Nobody can fault you for feeling overwhelmed and scared." He turns to look at the backdoor, to where Donovan's parents are. "I know for a fact Lily and Charlie went through so much panic and fear. Donovan was quite.... reckless when he was Willow's age, you see. They were so sure they weren't doing enough, or were doing everything wrong." "Well, there's no reason you can't help her learn how to interact with the world as she learns herself. I think you're doing yourselves and Willow a service by seeking help." He gently takes her hand, giving her a smile, and nods in understanding. "You have my word, I will see to it that she receives the best education we can provide. I suggested to your husband that if you feel up to it, you are more than welcome to come see the school before fall comes."

"I knew he had found a home but I wasn't sure where. Good to know he's in good hands." A smile appears on his features. "I'm looking forward to the challenge. I'd like to request you challenge me with Pele as well... I want to see how far her training has come from a fire-type specialist." He didn't regret giving the Skeledirge to Flannery, but he did wonder if Flannery could bring out her full potential. "Other then that... hit me with everyone you have. My team and I can take you on any time." He fell quiet however when he saw Donovan's parents leave and his smile faded into a concerned expression.

Ashe offered a shaky sigh at Xavier's words. Her emotions were enough to have Kumiko appear and wrap herself in a way around Ashe as a few tears were shed. "I just... I just want my daughter to live a life where she can face this world head-on without fear. I never... ever want her to go through the doubts that plagued me for so long." Had it not been for Leon and Lucky's evolution -- she would have been so lost -- so very lost. "She teaches me everyday to be stronger... and I want her to be happy. I know sometimes she isn't. She misses where she was born... but we can never go back there." She admits with a sigh. "... But yes, please, let us come and check out your school. My family insists on pushing her in the direction of aura and empathy but I think... she's meant for something else. Intuition as a mother, I guess."

Ashe offers a faint smile and hears Kumiko thrum lightly in recognition. "... Honestly I just hope she can make friends." With that she takes one hand to wipe her tears away and gently pats his hand before pulling her own hands back. "I think... making friends with people will be her most difficult hurdle. It was mine and with how she acts with such an affinity for pokemon... it likely will be hers, but if she can conquer it... she'll be the best of me and Leon. Maybe even her godparents and everyone else she's learning from."

[genork-the-fandork]

Trying

Word Count: 803

Prompt: "Partners"

Featured Characters: Shuuji Kayama & Lopmon

A/N: So this isn't necessarily spoiler-y. This is more just an idealized version of Shuuji and Lopmon interacting, because it's going to take me a while before I get through the whole game. Also, it's technically still Day 3 somewhere, so apologies for posting this late, haha. I didn't have much time today, but I did really want to try to get it out before I went to sleep. Shuuji and Lopmon are important to me in a way my favorite characters in the game (i.e. Takuma, Kaito, and Minoru) aren't. It... mostly has to do with the fact that Lopmon is a cute little bunny. Anyway, I hope this isn't too unrealistic, though frankly I just wanted Lopmon to have good things! And by extension, I wanted Shuuji to have a good thing! YAY!

@surviveweek

Shuuji may have graduated from junior high at the top of his class, but he didn't understand this situation one bit.

Facts and figures he could handle. Symbolism and metaphor in literature? Piece of cake. But strange creatures in a strange parallel world? He didn't understand it one bit. He had no books, no resources, nothing to try to understand it. All he had were these creatures who readily accepted that they weren't like humans but couldn't quite explain their existence.

So how the hell was he supposed to be handling this?

The others—well, save for Ryo—just seemed to accept these creatures. Agumon had pledged undying loyalty to Takuma from the first moment. Falcomon trotted after Minoru like a little brother, yet he was like the kid's big brother sometimes. Labramon was like Aoi's guard dog, and Floramon's devotion to Saki reminded Shuuji of the popular set in junior high. Even Miu and Syakkomon were already sisters. Dracmon wasn't afraid to let Kaito have it. Even Ryo was starting to warm up to Kunemon, who couldn't even talk!

Lopmon was so different compared to the rest of the creatures. He was physically weaker, and his stature made him seem smaller than Kunemon. Shuuji didn't exactly feel safe to look at him. His resemblance to a rabbit was not helping. Even though Shuuji didn't know what to make of him, Lopmon seemed doggedly determined to follow him.

He saw the way the others looked at him when he berated or ignored Lopmon. A part of him desperately wanted to explain—he didn't want to be this way. He didn't want to push Lopmon away, especially if he could somehow help them all out of this mess. One by one, the other creatures were starting to "evolve." Whatever that meant in this world. But it made them stronger. Shuuji really, really wanted to see Lopmon do that. He just wasn't sure how.

The faces of his father and brother kept flashing through his mind whenever he saw Lopmon. He knew he was doing what they did to him whenever he yelled at Lopmon. He knew that, but a part of just couldn't help it. His temper hadn't come out of nowhere—he was simply too good at hiding it. There was really no reason to hide it here. No college was going to see some line about how he was too angry at this strange creature in a survival situation. It was a poor excuse. He knew this. He knew it he knew he knew it. So why couldn't he put aside his stubborn pride and try to move past the anger?

It was midday. Shuuji had been wandering around aimlessly. They were all taking it easy today. Nothing had really come up for them to do. The desire to go home hadn't gone away, but they all agreed that they deserved a day to rest and regroup. Shuuji had stayed around the school, listening to the padding footsteps of Lopmon behind him. He was so small and helpless. Like he had been once.

In the middle of the hallway, Shuuji stopped. Lopmon bumped into his legs right as he sighed. There was a split second of fear—did he make Lopmon think he was annoyed with him? He must've, because he immediately heard the poor creature mutter, "S-sorry, Shuuji…"

"My fault." Shuuji's voice was also soft. They were so alike. So, so alike. He cleared his throat and turned toward Lopmon, crouching beside him. "It was my fault. Sorry."

Lopmon tilted his head, one of his little hands coming up pensively to his face. "It… it was?"

God, why hadn't he tried to be kind like this before? Shuuji knew it would've made all the difference to him as a child. To him now.

He tried for a smile. "Is there anywhere you want to go? I've been kind of leading the way all day, huh?"

The creature seemed unsure what to make of this kindness, and frankly, Shuuji couldn't blame him. He wouldn't have been sure what to make of it either, as much as he'd wanted it. "Um… can we go out to the woods?" Lopmon suggested, lifting himself high up on his toes. "Some fresh air m-might do you some good, Shuuji!"

Such a kind sentiment. Shuuji could see why Takuma and the others were so fond of these creatures. These "partners" of theirs were unerringly kind. "Let's do that. Care to lead the way?"

"R-really?" Lopmon's entire face lit up, and he seemed to blush happily when Shuuji nodded. "Okay!" He toddled off down the hall, and Shuuji watched him with a vague smile on his face. For the first time since they'd gotten to this weird world, he was really trying. And for once, he didn't hope that his father would approve.

[lexie-thurkear]

My Childhood

From very young, I knew I was weird but didn't know why. My brother K was my best friend in the world. I loved my parents, and even though I struggled to make friends, I was pretty happy. I wasn't allowed to play outside from like 4. I know now this was because my mother didn't want to have to worry about me as I had no fear of strangers. However, this made it harder to learn social cues and behaviors. I was already behind naturally due to my undiagnosed autism. I didn't understand sarcasm, and given I've always been a physically affectionate person, I didn't understand why people wouldn't like to be touched. I didn't know how to control my strength, so I'd often hug too tight. When I was get overwhelmed by stimulation or get frustrated at not understanding something, usually a school assignment, I would have meltdowns. Now, most would picture a kid getting physically violent, throwing things, hitting, kicking, biting, etc. But I would just break down and start crying uncontrollably. My mother would write these off as tantrums and punish me for them. By the time H, my baby sister, was born, things were changing around the house. My mother grew colder with me, often blaming me if something went wrong. After H was born, I would be ignored. It hurt worst when I came from K. All of a sudden, he wanted nothing to do with me. My favorite thing was to watch him play video games and he would let H watch but push me away. As a little kid, especially one with autism and ADHD, these changes were distressing. Around this time was the first time I fell into depression.

#trigger warning attempt suicide

I ended up believing that I was the reason my mother was unhappy, that I was at fault for everything that was wrong with her life. I believed that if I was gone, she and K would be happy again. I attempted to cut my throat with a knife as I had seen that was. Way to die on TV and I couldn't reach the medicine bottles. Thankfully, our family pet, a fluffy tuxedo cat named Patches, stopped me. He bit my foot so I'd drop the knife. I stayed alive for him, for my father, grandma, and for H. This does not mean I never tried again. I'd get so far as to press the knife to my neck before I'd end up put it back. I felt so weak for not being able to go through with it.

The years only went downhill, K quickly became my worst bully, and my mother's treatment got worse. By the time I was going into middle school, I wanted to disappear, I wished my mother had never had me. I made a few friends in jr high as I stopped getting bounced around but it was hard to really open up.

The Summer I moved out

The summer between jr high and high school, I spent mostly at my grandma's with my father. It gave me a break from my mother, K, and even H who had started treating me the way she had seen our family had been. 4 days before K was to turn 18 maybe a week or 2 from starting high school, my father told me that I could live with him if I wanted, that I could have since I was 12. I dwelt on that on the ride back to my mother's house, it had long stopped being home to me. I got there and went the room I shared with H. My mother finally called me out to the kitchen and she said she was sick of my attitude and asked if I wanted to live with my father, I said yes and went to pack my things. I got my stuffed animals and a few clothes before she came in and stopped me from packing anything useful, saying they belonged to her. 20 minutes after dropping me off, my father came to get me. H, realizing that I was always taking care of her regardless of the mean words she'd yell at me, started crying, asking me not to go. I went anyway because I knew if I stayed, I didn't expect to live to see my 16th birthday, only a few months away at that point. My mother expected me to come crawling back but I didn't.

[radio-charlie]

Your classmates are starting to run into inexplicable streaks of good and bad fortune. Someone gets two cans of soda for one every single time they use the vending machine while thirsty. The vampire who sits at the furthermost right of the front row breaks their vagina and both their legs at the same time while skateboarding the route they always do after school. A lot of monsters are starting to talk about how they'll be thinking hard about something, only to see that very same something pop up on their social media. Once, your best friend got mad as hell, and just as he spoke, waving his talons wildly at the teacher, thunder rent the sky apart. It wasn't even storming.

At first, all this was just some conversation seasoning to your classmates. Nobody wanted to be there anyway, so each crumb of drama minggu ini felt extra precious. School's a drag and mysterious coincidences are, well, the opposite of a drag.

But then it goes on a bit too long. And it gets worse. Some people have stopped going to school out of fear. Administration has taken notice. And they're wondering, with growing consternation, why all of this started happening when you showed up.

"Oh, dhdvdhd? Yeah, nobody even knows why the fella's here. Most normal guy in the whole city," your now-best friend had joked the day he introduced you to everybody else. "Look at this guy with his two-arm, two-legs, one-head ass."

"Hey human. Why don't you go have a quiet day of reading! Why don't you go break your pinky toe on a table leg and yell or something! Haha!“ A gorgon at the table had jeered, leaning back in their chair with the swagger of someone who only knew three ways to be speciesist but was eager to exhaust them all regardless. You'd just smiled sheepishly. Not much point in making enemies now, you'd figured. There was always time for that later.

And anyway, the gorgon had stopped coming to school too. They didn't explain why. They just weren't there anymore.

"Hi dvdvdvh. Glad we could set aside some time to talk. How about you take a seat? Have some of this nice tea and biscuits too, while you're at it."

You grimace a bit at the headmaster's awkwardness, and quickly oblige so he doesn't feel worse. He's always been kind to you and everybody else. You don't like to forget that sort of thing.

"Alright," said the headmaster, gently but firmly placing his paws on his thighs. "I suppose you must be rather puzzled as to why you had to be here today."

Recalling that, round this time, you'd usually be at Monster Home Economics making little shelves with LED lights, you nod timidly.

The headmaster fixes you with a funny look that resembles pity, then continues.

"So, we've been looking into all the strange incidents that have been afflicting the school for the past year or so. I guess your classmates must have been talking lots about them all! Such a scary time for everyone. As the guardians of your wellbeing, we had to pull out all the stops. Do some background checking... Send some saliva and hair samples to laboratories and such... "

The arms of the chair you're sitting in creak a bit. You realise your knuckles are white from how hard you're gripping them.

"Dvdvdvh, I hope you can forgive me for my forwardness but... You're not really human, are you?“

"Um," your voice croaks.

"When the laboratory got back to us, we were shocked to read the full report. This isn't something we have ever housed at our school. Imagine how we felt when we looked into your life and discovered the experiment of which you'd been a subject."

Being called a 'something' by the headmaster, a werewolf you'd pranked and hugged and confided in since your first week at the school, hurt worse than anything you could imagine. You start heaving a bit, despite yourself. Warm, damp little spots appear on your trousers.

You are crying.

"Dvdvdvh, please don't cry. I don't hate you. I don't think it was your fault, what you were put through." The headmaster leans a bit closer to you, unsure of whether it's alright to pat you on the shoulder. He offers a box of tissues instead.

"I just hope you can understand, why we need to do what we need to do, in order to protect the rest of the students here. This is, after all, meant to be a safe space for everybody human society finds too repulsive or horrifying to even contemplate. As much as I want to keep everyone happy, including you, I do still have to do my job."

Your crying has gotten louder. It doesn't even really feel like you. You're just watching some pathetic little thing heave and sob in a nice green armchair, dribbling tears and snot all over their face. "P-please. Please don't kick me out. I d-don't have anywhere else. Everyone is scared of me. Y-you're -"

A violent shudder, then a gulp to steady yourself.

"You're my family."

Holding the box of tissues like it's a grenade freshly tossed into his grasp, the headmaster sits there for a bit, looking at you. You can't meet his gaze, and don't really want to see it anyway.

"Dvdvdh, I'm sorry. I promise I'll do everything within my power to seek out alternative institutions for you. By now, there should be at least four schools just for eldritch abominations! Lots of people there who will understand exactly how you feel, who will be able to not only accept you, but help you too."

"I never wanted this. I never wanted to be a living amulet that can erode the veil between worlds and warp reality to heighten the ability of consciousness to manifest intentions through strange events. I can't even control it. It's not up to me what people do with it, but it's me who suffers the blame. "

Finally, he condescends to pat your shoulder.

"I know, Dvdvdh. I know."

After mistakenly transfering to a high school for monsters, you try to tell them that you’re just a regular human. However, because of bizarre coincidences creating apparently inexplicable situations, the school population and teachers come to believe you’re actually an Eldritch Abomination