BEING HIS EX! LOVER

INFATUATION IS BOOTIFUL I LIEK I LIEK I LIEK EHHEHEHEHEH

IM GLAD YOU LIKE IT! HOPEFULLY ILL BE POSTING A SIDE STORY SOON

i’m obsessed with your dark! quaritch series!!! keep it up babe!!!

Thanks! Chapter Three is already on the works but I’m finishing up a side story at the moment

I can't wait for the next part of infatuation🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

Ma’ sorry about that taking so long. I hit writers block and I’m not sure how to go about it. But I assure you I haven’t abandon the series!

I was listening to Mel right

and teddy bear, milk and cookies had come on back to back

and like it reminds me of Infatuation so much

i sent another one just like, but it was messy so delete if u want

I haven’t listened to those songs yet— I’ll make sure to check the songs!

i think quaritch will definitely be a yandere for spider too cause ain't no way that boy not looking like his mama copy and paste 🤨

He definitely is! It just hasn’t been ‘ shown ‘ in the story but in the upcoming chapters we are going to see more into their relationship

The Redemption of Earl Nottingham

#SYNPOSIS . Unable to stand your husband any longer you decide to flee from him

#WARNING(S) . Controlling husband, possessiveness, character death, arranged marriage, violence, brief description of blood.

#CHARACTER(S) . Earl Nottingham

How did it end up like this?

Being confined to your own chambers like a child while your husband belittled you for entertaining the advances of men. You were innnocent and yet your husband believed the words of others. As a woman of virtue and a married one at that— it appalled you that your husband would dare think of you as a harlot. At the end of your argument you were left with a ghostly complexion and your husband seething in rage.

You cried and yelled for him to let you out or for anyone to release you. But there was no response, only the echoes of your own pleas bouncing off the walls. No one would help you, having no source of companionship— not that you had any before. Seeing as how your husband has refrained you from attending any social events. It was just you and the various amount of books stacked in their shelf. When your had ran out of tears only a simmering fury threatened to erupt underneath your skin. You had vowed there and than, to refuse and be kept as a prisoner. How dare he act like a husband! For years he had ignored your very precense in this manor and now he believes he has some say over you?

And so what if you did entertain that mans advances?! He was kind, handsome and an honorable man. How could you not? When your husband could barley hold a torch against him. And now— he dare to act in such a manner? You raged— oh how you raged. You had been treated unfairly your whole life you couldn't bare it any longer. You would leave this manor and forsake this accursed marriage. It was a scandalous decision— but not one you would think twice.

The soft tap on the door broke your sense of thoughts, creaking open revealing a maid holding a tray, “ I have brought you lunch, madam “ the maid announced, her voice was devoid of any warmth. Before the maid could offer the tray, you had pushed her aside. Startled, the maid stumbled back, bewildered by your act of aggression. You hurried past her without a word, leaving the maid standing in the corridor. Your footsteps echoed loudly against the polished floor— not that you cared. You were leaving this mansion and for good. Suddenly, your husband appeared at the end of the corridor where they connected with the stairs leading down towards the front door— towards freedom. His eyes were ablaze with anger as he intercepted your path.

Your husband— Ian Nottingham, stood tall and imposing. His dark disheveled hair fell slightly around his angular face, framing his green eyes with an ominous look. His scar traced a jagged path on his left cheek— a reminder of the battle he fought and the wounds that have left him scarred. In the years, you've been married to him not once did you fully look at him. He was a terrifying man— with unpredictable behavior; he would throw fits of anger that shook the manor whole. His brows were furrowed into creases, adding into the intensity of his gaze. His jaw was set in a firm line, betraying the conflict within him.

“What?” His voice rumbled with venom. “Do you find me even more repulsive up close? Hmm?” Fury twisted his face as he spat the words. His hand shot out, gripping your wrist tightly, causing you to cry out in pain from his rough handling. His imposing frame loomed over you, the flickering candles casting ominous shadows on his face. He was terrifying, “Is that why you were unfaithful? Was the baron so charming? Did that snake promise you eternal love?” he snarled, shaking your wrist violently.

With tears in your eyes, you shouted, “Think of it however you want!” You pulled at your wrist, struggling fiercely against his grip. His jaw locked, “No matter what you do to try to change this, dearest, you are still my wife in the eyes of both men and heaven, and I your husband “

It felt as if the world was shattering around you. Husband? How dare he call himself that? He had spent an eternity ignoring you—the same man who took you to the altar and made vows. “My husband? Do you really have the right to call yourself that? You never treated me as a wife! This marriage is over!”

Anger twisted his face into a contorted mask of rage, his green eyes flashing with a volatile mix of fury and jealousy. His jaw clenched so tightly it seemed like it might shatter, and his nostrils flared as if struggling to contain a storm within. His brows drew together into a dark scowl, the muscles in his forehead bunching in a way that made his anger almost palpable. Every line in his face seemed to deepen with the intensity of his emotions, reflecting not just a burning anger but also a bitter, jealous hurt that cut deeper than any physical blow. The very air around him seemed to crackle with his overwhelming sense of fury and resentment.

“Did you truly love him?” he demanded, his voice cold and harsh. It felt like speaking to a wall; his rage was the only thing driving him now. His grip on your wrist tightened to the point of pain, and you could feel the bruising pressure already forming, “ Ow! Let go!” you cried out, struggling against his unyielding hold, “ You cannot escape me! Even in death you shall not leave! Even if this cursed manor collapsed around us!”

Straining to free yourself from his iron grip, you felt a deepening frustration with each desperate tug. “Why are you doing this to me?!” you demanded, your voice breaking with a mix of anger and hurt. “What did I ever do to you?!” The resentment in your voice was palpable, each word a testament to the pain and bewilderment of feeling so unjustly targeted. You managed to break free from his grasp, quickly gathering the sides of your dress in your hands as you hurried away. Glancing back over your shoulder, you shouted, “I refuse to stay here any longer! I can’t spend the rest of my life trapped here like a ghost!”

“You can’t keep me her—!” you yelled, but as you rushed down, your foot had slipped on the edge of the stairs. Instantly, the world tilted as you lost your balance. A cold dread filled your chest as time seemed to stretch, and you felt yourself falling. Each step hit with a jarring thud, and the sharp, unforgiving edges of the stairs seemed to blur together. Finally, you crashed onto the floor below with a heavy thump, pain radiating through your body. The force of the impact left you gasping for breath, your vision momentarily darkening as you lay sprawled, disoriented and bruised. The room seemed to spin around you as you tried to regain your senses, each breath coming in ragged gasps.

A warm trickle of blood began to flow underneath your sprawled hair, staining the floor beneath you. The room swam around you as you lay sprawled, the metallic scent of blood mingling with the sharp pain, and you struggled to catch your breath, the darkness closing in at the edges of your vision.

The last thing you saw, was your husband crying out in anguish. Sobbing uncontrollably, hands clutching his face, eyes wide and frantic as he called your name over and over.

A smile crept across your lips.

You suppose you can find some solace in that—if your life, given in exchange for freedom, caused even a single moment of despair for him. That’s enough to ease your soul.

ok so there's 2 versions of this disease type A and type B which are polar opposites

Ooo— so there’s different types?? That’s cool; what version were you talking about in the later post?

sunday I had a meltdown for 3 good hours give or take

Melanie Martinez was coming to my state I "brought" the tickets months prior and checked on Sunday for the time and whatnot. I actually didn't buy the tickets and the seat I wanted, got taken so I can't go cuz all the seats are gone and the ones that aren't are for like ppl in a wheelchair.

That is something to be distraught about. It’s completely understandable if you were to straight up bawl your eyes out

how u been??

did u find a way to get yo grades up???

I’m alright I feel a little burdened by my grade. No— my professor never responded to my email. I stayed with a C in the class which is okay. Passing is important but it’s bringing down my GPA— my GPA is a 3.7 and I can only imagine just how low my gpa got.

Wjkwjekwkdkr which means next semester im gonna have to get all A’s. HGAHAHAHHA— I want to cry

ASKING FOR A DIVORCE

━━━ : © NERVOUS.D

#SYNOPSIS— general headcanons on asking your yandere husband for a divorce

#WARNING(s)— possessive, manipulation/manipulative, toxic marriage

( Fugaku Uchiha || Shikaku Nara )

Divorce was never an option for the Uchiha Clan. You were bound to him the moment he laid his eyes on you. As a cold hearted exterior man, inside he’s a soft hearted fool who loves to much. The moment you both had said your wedding vows your fate was sealed. He loved you very dearly it’s why he chose to marry you. To carry on the legacy of the Uchiha Clan. The news to you wanting a divorce was a shock to him. Wasn’t the purpose of marrying is to be together until deaths comes knocking at the door? It had caused him to be frustrated and angry. He couldn’t find any misplaced/wrong variables in his marriage.

Very few things ever surprised the man but surely this takes the cake. Wasn’t everything going smoothly? He couldn’t even pinpoint what the problem was. The both of you were happy were you not? What would the clan elders say? To know that you, future mother of his children wanting to divorce him, a clan head. It was a disgrace and a direct hit to his pride. He won’t settle for such atrocious decisions/actions. He’ll interrogate you asking if there was another man in your life or if this was some stupid rash decision. He’ll tear apart your words with harsher ones. Either way this man would outright refuse to accept a divorce. He loves you and you love him. Final decision. And if it comes down to it this man won’t hesitate to use his Sharingan against you to make you more submissive per say.

He wasn’t surprised. He’s a smart man, a Nara to be in fact and a Jounin commander. It wasn’t hard to put two and two together. All he could do was wait patiently until you asked the question. He would dance around the subject giving a few jabs here and there. He wasn’t ignorant, he knew there was something missing/hurting his marriage. But to be honest he didn’t exactly feel like arguing. So he simply heard you out, ranting about why you wanted a divorce and how this marriage wouldn’t work out. Your logic was by far the most flawed reasoning he’s ever heard. Unbothered and unfazed drinking a cup of sake. He would simply look at you, eyebrows perked up. He would stand up letting out a sigh. Cue you screaming and bashing at him for not paying attention, not giving you a drip of energy to even bother and see your point of view. And he won’t because he doesn’t care.

He doesn’t care enough to fix his marriage. As long as you’re beside him everything is fine and dandy. But if push comes to shove he won’t hesitate to turn your words around. There’s a reason why he’s declared the smartest man alive. He won’t hesitate to manipulate your way of thinking, reasoning out his actions. Blaming you how your inconsiderate and selfish. How he’s piled up with paperwork and hard decisions and here you are giving him a hard time. If that doesn’t work he’ll simply use his shadow technique and force you to go to bed with him and have this conversation tomorrow.