#married by the state of my delusion

[spoopieere]

Preston going to work everyday with his ex literally being his boss, thinking how stupid and pathetic he used to hope his relationship with Jesse would “last forever” when he was 21 years old:

Context in tags ig

#context for my delusions: #slasher #slashers #chromeskull #laid to rest #jesse cromeans #preston laid to rest #Preston #Preston and Jesse used to be friends with benefits #they lived together and had their moments but their relationship was never stated as romantic nor were they considered dating. #Jesse wanted it to be physical. Preston wanted more and thought Jesse liked him. #Jesse grew jealous of Preston’s achievements somewhere along the way and his big ego turned it into hatred- cue start dating other people #but never mentioned anything to Preston. All the while still sleeps with Preston #Jesse offered Pres to be his second in command bc its another way to control him- Pres accepted but starts to notice the rift between them #Their relationship started to fizzle out- Pres tried to save it. Jesse let’s it happen. #Jesse announced he was getting married. Pres reluctantly accepted defeat. End of relationship. #Preston now stuck in a job that he barely wants-his ex is literally his boss that he still pines for-Jesse ignores their history on purpose #:3 #As short as this can be teehee

[cinnbar-bun]

Mornings With You… (Crocodile x Reader)

Scenario: How they enjoy a morning with you~

Rating: SFW, pure utter fluff

Word Count: ~1.8k

Note: GN reader, fluff. MENA! Reader and MENA! Croc but basically ignorable honestly if you want. Reader and Croc smoke lmao.

A/n: You can rip Middle Eastern Crocodile from my cold dead hands I swear to GOD I do not care what anyone thinks THAT MAN IS MIDDLE EASTERN!! I AINT LISTENING TO ANYTHING ELSE!!! As a Middle Eastern woman, I just want to have this win. Just let me have it. Let me live in delusion. Let me pretend I am his housewife 😩

Breakfast was always an important part of the day for Crocodile. No matter the time, no matter the day, no matter the weather- he would always partake in breakfast with you. It didn’t matter if he would be late or miss a meeting, he would never skip out on his daily morning routine.

Today, unlike many other days before, he slept in. He had always dedicated this day of the week to you, and only you. If anyone had dared tried to interrupt this day with you, death would seem like a more sparing result than whatever hell he would unleash upon them.

Thankfully, no one was stupid enough to call him on his transponder, yet.

He scrunched his face as he recognized the sensation of the bright Alabastan sun beaming down on his face. He covered his eyes and noticed the window was open, the red curtains you had lovingly picked out fluttering with the gentle breeze. The palm trees outside were rustling as his thoughts drifted to the taste of the dates they often produced. He yawned and swung his legs over the bed, forcing himself up. He stood up and stretched, sighing dreamily as he smelled the scent of freshly baked bread.

He slid his feet into his soft house slippers while he threw on his satin robe, the one that had matched yours, as you insisted. Crocodile ran a hand through his hair, fixing many of the loose strands that had become unkempt after sleeping. He walked down the winding stairs of the large house. His eyes nostalgically glanced around the hallway and décor. Once upon a time, the hallway was barren, with nary even a rug on the floor.

But now, after marrying you, the house gradually became something entirely new- warmer, lovelier, lived in, and cared for. No longer was it simply a place he would crash at for the night, but a home. A home he had shared with you. Despite the many years it had been since the faithful day he had said “I do” at your ceremony, the fact his home had changed so much still would catch Crocodile off guard. On the wall, was a framed picture of you two in your wedding garb.

His lips twitched into a smile at the memory, as if that day were just yesterday. He didn’t look different, perhaps fewer wrinkles and gray hairs on his head, but his eyes were trained on you. You looked so beautiful that day, and the smile on your face made his heart race. You looked thrilled to be marrying him.

Crocodile chuckled to himself as he walked past the picture, stepping into the dining room that connected to the kitchen. You were there, plating olives in the wood trays you had gotten on one of your shopping trips. You glanced at him, smiling that beautiful smile that had him falling in love with you all over again.

“Habibi, good morning,” you greeted in your mother tongue, wiping your hands with a rag as you strode over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck. His functional hand gripped your waist, swaying with you gently as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“It’s good because I see you, my love,” he replied, his voice still raspy from just waking up. You chuckled and kissed his nose, patting his shoulder a few times.

“Take a seat, breakfast is almost done,” you stated, and Crocodile complied by pulling out the wood chair to sit in. He watched as you went back to drying and plating the various olives you had bought yesterday from the market.

Once the tray was filled, you placed it in front of him and popped a pickled turnip in his mouth. He nodded agreeably as he chewed on the vegetable.

“Oh, these are sour,” he mused. The crunch of the turnips also showed how impressive this batch was.

“Mhm. Saleh’s crops have been wonderful right now,” you mention happily. “He also said he’s happy to set aside more for us for dinner next week. Oh, and before I forget, I need to visit his daughter soon. She just had her first child a while ago. Saleh was telling me it was a girl!”

Crocodile snorted. “Busy chatting it up as always?”

He was fascinated with how you managed to dazzle a room and become a friend to everyone. It did have many advantages in business, as many suppliers and partners had become friendly with you, enough to the point they would give him discounts or do special favors for him. But even beyond just business or how much easier your presence allowed him to get his goals achieved, he was amazed by how sociable you were. It was the complete opposite of how he behaved, often slinking to the background and watching below. But you? No, no, no, you were in the center of the room, chatting it up with a diplomat and a farmer as if they were long time friends.

He could watch you talk for hours, hear the stories of people he would never remember while you discussed their children with them. The laughs, the smiles, the curious looks, and even the short gasps at whatever one of his associates’ partners said to you- all of it was enthralling.

“Of course,” you laugh, placing a small oil cruet beside the vegetables. “You need to talk more, habibi, you can’t keep hiding away.”

He waved his hand. “No, you got that covered for me just fine. I doubt I could ever remember Saleh’s family tree. Tell his daughter congrats for me, will you?”

“I will, dear,” you say, stirring the contents in the pot. He sniffs the air.

“Foul?” He asks and you nod.

“Mhm.”

“What have I done to deserve you?” He dramatically asks. He grabs the furled-up newspaper by the table and is about to open it when you lightly hit his wrist with your spoon.

“No, no reading at the table. We’re going to eat!” You lectured.

“Fine, fine. No need for the violence,” he jokes, the both of you knowing damn well that little smack hardly did anything to him.

“Don’t be rude at breakfast and I will not need to do so,” you tease.

“You’re right. I’m sorry,” he apologizes with a smile. You respond by placing a plate of freshly baked pita bread and hummus with sumac and parsley on top. “My love, are you trying to fatten me up? Your bread is addicting.”

He takes one and tears it, dipping a piece into the hummus. He lets out a pleasured groan as he eats it.

“I swear to God, your food gets better every time.”

You press a kiss to his cheek. “Enjoy it, my love.”

He wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his lap. He’s careful not to hurt the remains of his left arm, since he refuses to wear his hook in mornings with you. You gaze into his eyes, full of love, and he strokes your hair. You get more beautiful every day, in a way that he cannot help but fall helplessly on his knees for you.

You kiss him on his lips before standing up. “I’ll put you some foul,” you say, picking up his bowl and putting a dollop of hummus on the bottom of it. You scoop up the foul before crushing the legumes further for him. You put a bowl for yourself and walk to him, placing his bowl in front of him while sitting beside him.

He begins to put the vegetables he likes on top of it, as well as some oil and lemon juice, before he digs in. It’s always pleasant to eat with you. It makes his day brighter when he knows he can just focus on you today. He’s lost in your voice, hearing you talk on and on about anything and everything- something he finds so amusing and relaxing. It’s so different from hearing discussions of business for hours on end.

He pours himself more bowls of your delicious food, not even realizing how much he’s eaten until he realizes nearly all the hummus and bread have been eaten.

“That was wonderful, darling,” he says, clearing his throat. “Do you have enough time for a smoke break?”

“I do, in fact, have time for one.”

“I’ll go make the hookahs for us,” Crocodile says, forcing himself up and grabbing the hookahs.

“I’ll go pour us the tea,” you grin, heading to the whistling kettle. He stuffs the top with the flavored tobacco- guava and citrus for him, (flavor) for you. He wraps the top with tinfoil and pokes many little holes into it with a toothpick. As you settle into your living room couch, he fills the bottom with water and heats the charcoal up. He gently places yours in front of you as you begin to turn on the snail to project your show.

An Alabastan soap opera is playing, and you watch with full attention towards it while Crocodile grabs his newspaper and sits on the couch across from you. He picks up the tea you just brewed for him, noticing its dark complexion.

“Good, it’s dark,” he comments. You roll your eyes playfully and click your tongue.

“Don’t drink it so dark like an old man, habibi. Not even my own grandfather drinks it as dark as you.”

“I find that hard to believe. Everybody knows a good chai is dark,” Crocodile retorts.

“Any darker and you might as well just eat the leaves itself.”

“Would you like any tea with your sugar?” He teases back.

“Fine. You go behave like a grandfather,” you chuckle, putting the hose of the hookah between your lips.

“You married me,” he reminds you. You exhale a puff of tobacco, your eyes glued to the projection. A male character comes on screen, talking to the female lead. You sigh and click your tongue again, this time from disappointment.

“This man, again? I can’t believe she even gives him the time of day. Eat shit!” You yell at the screen.

Crocodile raises a brow at you and laughs.

“What’s wrong with him? Why do you hate him so much?”

“Womanizing garbage,” you explain. “He went for her sister while he was trying to court her. And God forbid he take accountability when called out!”

Crocodile glances at the projection, watching as the man looks longingly at the female lead’s sister. “Could he be any more obvious?”

You two laugh as he goes back to reading his paper and smoking. You take a sip of your tea, not noticing how Crocodile’s eyes shift towards you. He lets out a quiet sigh in relaxation while you are engrossed in your show.

He thinks to himself once more how he adores those slow and loving mornings with you.

#one piece x reader #one piece #one piece oneshots #sir crocodile x reader #sir crocodile #crocodile x reader #x reader

[lovelyiida]

mha guys reacting to seeing you in your wedding dress.

INCLUDES: BAKUGO KATSUKI, EJIRO KIRISHIMA, SHOTO TODOROKI, IZUKU MIDORIYA

WARNINGS: PURE EFFING FLUFF

MASTERLIST

WORDS: 0.5K

BAKUGO KATSUKI

I can easily envision this man seeing you walk down the aisle and saying to himself: don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry-

then he sees you let down a single tear...boom, he's done.

he lets out a deep sigh and his hand flies straight to his face to cover the tears streaming down his face.

as you complete your walk down the aisle, his hand still covering his face as he stifles out sobs of happiness

you frown and place your hand on top of his, softly pulling it away to show his face all teary-eyed and puffy.

"you can cry around me, Katsuki" you smiled at him.

"I know baby, I'm just so fuckin' happy."

EJIRO KIRISHIMA

this man is just so happy to see you in your dress walking down the aisle.

"wow"

"holy shit"

"I can't believe this!"

"beautiful"

Kirishima was giddy with every step you took down the aisle, flowers in hand and a smile on your lips.

your soon-to-be husband was absolutely adorable, the way how he couldn't keep his hands in place. constantly combing through his hair, placing them over his mouth, or over his head.

he was in a blissful state of shock.

especially when you finally reached him, as soon as you stepped up towards him his hands stuck to your waist for the rest of the ceremony.

the way he cutely muttered, "hey Mrs. Kirishima."

and the way you giggled "hi," back.

god, this was the best day of his life.

SHOTO TODOROKI

I think the whole ceremony was a dream for him.

he couldn't process the present moment until the ceremony was complete.

the both of you left in your "just got married!" vehicle and decided to head to the beach to finally celebrate your marriage alone.

he saw the way your dress flowed elegantly in the wind.

the way the sunset hits your face, your dress sparkled as your laughter became a constant siren in his mind.

the both of you stayed until nightfall.

sitting in the car, huddled up with a spare blanket. he looks at you sleeping on his chest, he couldn't believe that he was finally married to you.

he was so glad to have you.

IZUKU MIDORIYA

this man is literally crying BUCKETS OF RAIN

he just can't believe it, let the poor man process this in his own ways guys.

he's standing here today, about to marry the woman of his dreams.

tears pouring down his face, cheeks red and puffy, he's just full-on sobbing like a two-year-old.

the way your dress moved with you so perfectly, you were so perfect.

he wasn't even crying about the present moment, he was crying about all the moments after the ceremony.

like when you'll have children, how the both of you will watch them grow old, how he'll watch you grow old with him.

he wanted every single moment with you to last forever

and today was the start of his forever.

ngl, this was cute as shit and had my delusions going LMAO.

I know this was short, but finals!!!

⎯ lovelyiida ♥︎

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[cursed2soul]

A broken wedding

Gojo misses out on your wedding and you decide to leave. What can he do now that you’re tired?

Angst to fluff

Today was supposed to be the best day of your life. You were getting married to no other than Gojo Satoru. You both prepared this for months and it was finally going to happen. Excitement and happiness rushes up to your veins as you wait and wait.

It’s been an hour now, weren’t you supposed to be called up? You look at the clock and confirmed that you’ve been waiting for an hour, a bouquet of roses still in your hands.

You knew that Gojo was a busy person but surely he wouldn’t miss out on your wedding day? You nervously got up from your chair and stared into the mirror. This was the most beautiful you’ve ever been…

You rush out and open the door and speed walk around. Everyone was giving you pitiful stares. You look frantically for anyone, anyone that’s a friend or student of Satoru.

You stumble across the first and second years, accompanied by Nanami. Nanami gave you a pitiful and sorry look while the students looked worried, angry or sorry.

“N-Nanami…?” You start to talk “w-Wheres Satoru?”

Nanami could only give you an apologetic look. “I’m sorry y/n but the higher ups had given him a mission. He tried his best to get it over with but he should be here by now…”

You look devastated. You open up your phone to not see a single text from Gojo. The chat was filled up with many messages of your worries.

Tears welled up in your eyes, how could he? This was supposed to be the best day of your life and he’s not even here to make that happen!

You tell Nanami to tell everyone that the wedding is cancelled, before anyone could even respond, you rush out with tears in your eyes.

Uncontrollable tears kept running down your cheeks as you rush home to finally leave.

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“Sweets, wait please!” Gojo pleads

Gojo’s arms wrap around your waist as you are nearly out the door, a suitcase in your hand as you were just about to leave.

“I’m sorry…please…”

You break down even more. Suddenly, you express all your hurt and pain that you’ve never been able to before, “No…I can’t. A birthday, Valentine’s Day, date & anniversary I can forgive you for…BUT A WEDDING? YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME, DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW IMPORTANT THIS WAS? I’M SO DONE WITH YOU, HOPING THAT ONE DAY THAT I COULD FINALLY SPEND TIME WITH YOU, EVEN IF IT’S JUST AN HOUR! I’M DONE GOJO, I’M TIRED. I’M TIRED…I’M TIRED OF BELIEVING IN MY DELUSIONS…”

“I know! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to be late! Please, I know I don’t deserve you but please…please don’t leave me…” Gojo breaks down and cries…he’s never cried before, not ever. Even when Geto died he didn’t dare to cry.

“I’m tired satoru…I’m tired.”

“But I’m not yet!” Gojo cries out “please I promise to be better, please don’t leave me…please don’t leave me like everyone else..”

Your hand weakens as you drop your suitcase.

“I’m exhausted..,I’m sick and tired of this Satoru, do you know how painful this is? I know that we’re both busy but it seems like this can’t work out…I’m sorry…”

“But you promised to never leave me….I believed in you…”

You pitifully turn around, seeing Gojo’s pitiful state. You give in. Knees on the floor as Gojo held you in his arms giving kisses on your forehead.

“I’m sorry…I promise to make time for us…and our wedding, I will decline any mission that comes, I promise…”

You look back at your boyfriend unconvinced. But he was the love of your life after all, someone who you couldn’t let go.

You give in as you close your eyes, exhausted from everything, ready to be deceived or not once again.

——————————————————————————————————

You wake up in your shared bedroom to find Gojo hugging you, your head on his chest.

oh this was new! Every morning gojo wouldn’t even be there and now he is, hugging you at 7am….

He’s holding you so lovingly that you almost feel bad for trying to leave him.

You let out a sad smile, knowing that he is going to change but there is still a long way to go…..

#jjk #gojo comfort #gojo satoru #jjk comfort #jjk headcanons #angst #jjk x reader #jjk angst #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x reader

[libbee]

Marry a Venus in 8h or Scorpio

While Scorpio and 8th House have some similarities: need for transformation, interest in deep and dark matters, intensity of emotions; they are still different as in 8th house deals with other people's money, a secretive life, lots of secrets, dealing with partnership, death and rebirth.

What is seen with these natives, especially ladies, is that their relationship or marriage is never "stable". You see how ladies like to flaunt their husbands, post pictures and how much they love their partner to social media and be in public eye? But these natives are the kind to hide their relationship. As if it is not true love if it needs public approval. Also, we see how couples stay the same way 5+ or 15+ years later as if nothing has changed; but for these 8th houser couples, they reborn so many times that they don't even know who they were 5 months back. Two different types of lives!

Here, the wife and husband/girlfriend and boyfriend are both cynical type, suspicious, reading people, their intentions, behaviour, motivations, emotions. They never relax until they get to the root of any matter and then pick another matter and question, question, question everything. Trust is important to them, even more than euphoria of love.

Why Trust?

Their life theme is usually that their childhood and relationship history are such that it is twisted, confusing, as if they were sleepwalking through a relationship and never really there. For this reason, when the relationship finally breaks down, they begin to realize how it was all just a delusion! Here, a relationship or situationship is the catalyst to bring all childhood memories to the surface and healing is a prerequisite to a better improved relationship. But all this is not easy! When they awaken from the state of "sleepiness" then their reality is shifted! Oh, I missed that red flag! Oh-he was keeping secrets from me! Oh, that was manipulation tactic! Oh, he was just like my father!! Their reality is shattered and results in cognitive dissonance, chaos, breakdown, obsessive rumination, ego dissolves, problems with self concept come to surface. "Healing" for them means to work on their Self Concept, that is, identity, confidence, self respect, boundaries, getting rid of emotional brain fog, learning what a relationship is supposed to look like, learning individuation.

8th house Venus is natural shadow worker. She intuitively knows the traits, flaws, faults, motivations, darkness and morbidity in other people. But her tendency is to integrate those dark parts in herself which is why 8H dissolves the boundary between right and wrong, bad and good, moral and immoral. To understand herself, she understands other humans. Not just the light and positive parts but the psychopathic, criminal, morbid, terrifying, scary human psychology. It is like food to her soul, to know the suffering and pain in the world. A sadist or a spiritually awakened being?

Since cognitive dissonance is a big thing for her, her no 1 priority in relationship is someone whom she can trust. Someone who will maintain her reality, will be honest, give her emotional security and keep her mentally stable. A dishonest or deceptive lover is her nightmare because the chaos of "figuring out my boyfriend" will drain her. She needs someone who is transparent and self aware so that her emotions are stablized and fears under control.

Husband

Like attracts like. Boyfriend/husband himself is mirror to these ladies. He is also suspicious, cynical, peeling layers of emotions, craving depth, has unstable self concept unless he is actively working on it, jealousy and possessive are not cute things, they are symptoms of weak Self concept. Since both parties are similar in nature, they understand each other. But not every marriage is that fulfilling! Sometimes partners are really incompatible or the awakening never happens, 8th house never activates. So, just 8th placement is not enough but the timing and dasha will determine how spiritual, healer, psychic they are.

Partner may have this past history, all or any of them:

Man with trauma, dark childhood

Loving a man with dark past

Scapegoat of his family

Fragile masculinity, emasculated by society

Emotionally neglected by his parents

Her man needs healing, security and understanding

He is a hunter type, fears abandonment, controlling

Mommy issues, his mom was a dragon, devours him, he is afraid of his femininity

Man is psychically penetrating, hyperalert, always reading the room, sensitive to energy, psychic types

Most Important

If Venus is in 8th house, this marriage is life changing. Transformative. Significant status difference between maiden life and married life. "Woah! She married that gentleman! He is so rich." Like in Pride and Prejudice, Elizabeth Bennett marries Mr. Darcy who is high class, wealthy and royalty type. There is something luxurious, old money, typical about this marriage. A typical politically connected or socially prestigious family. Sometimes people say 8th house is Karmic, fated, to let go control, money owed to them. I wonder if it is their husband who is paying back her debts to her? Is that why marriage transforms her life? Is marriage a karmic contract to pay back her loan given to husband? Perhaps it is.

Forced to Inner World

At some point in her life, she realized that her life was not quite same as others. She got aware of "psyche" something which has no evidence and is not scientific or physically seen. But for these natives, they are intuitively aware of psyche and how it surrounds us everywhere. In Man and His Symbols, Dr. Carl Jung says how the primitive people were so unconscious that they simply acted on their impulses and the images they saw in their head. They even thought that the animals and trees were their soul/spirit and were deeply submerged in the unconscious. 8th house is like that state of unconsciousness and then you come to awareness with a shock and again go back to unconsciousness. We are living in a flow state and only when something crisis, emergency or catastrophic happens that we awaken and soon go back to the flow state. That "awakening" is the hallmark of this house.

Another thing to be seen here is that these natives are forced to live in the inner world. They do not choose spirituality but have no choice - are forced to choose it. Since their emotions and conscience are quite sharp, they "feel" their way through life. (Trigger warning death) Let's say you killed your parents' dog accidentally and hid it in their own backyard and then lied about it to your parents when they asked where dog is. As the days go by, you feel that regret growing larger and larger. It creeps on you, eats you from inside, feels heavy in your body. That "I did something wrong" feeling never goes away. Imagine living with that feeling 24x7, that is your conscience.

For these natives, their conscience is just hyperactive. It is their guide through life. If they dismiss their conscience, they are faced with external consequences in physical life. There is a saying "As above, so below" which fits to these natives, which means that the inner life and outer life are just the reflection of each other. If we sit back to think about the past, we realize how everything is connected to everything else. That nothing was random. Self-reflection and pattern seeking are highlighted in this house. Any planet that is placed in 8th or 12th house is partially submerged in the underworld and the only way to maintain a life is to dig that "hidden" something. Occult tools, psychoanalysis, reading people, meditation are really helpful to make the unconscious comprehensible. This way they can even avoid the unnecessary unpreditable sufferings of this house.

I have seen how native if lives absent mindedly, without thinking of their actions, they always face instant karma in physical life or the psychic life. In psychic world, they feel guilt, unexplainable regret, negative emotions, shame, depression, etc. If they ignore these symptoms for too long, it will all explode with a blast BUT the healing will finally begin. For the sake of your mental stability, keep doing self reflection and avoid unnecessarily events and suffering.

It takes some time and understanding to realize what Self awareness means. The society we live in, cultural and social behaviours are contrary to self awareness. We live in an extraverted, materialistic, narcissistic society; you have to just be opposite of that -- introverted, spiritual and empathetic. These natives are not born healers, they are wounded healers. They may even feel external locus of control and surrender to psychic forces because their life is just so stormy.

My only advice is: To keep your eyes open! Just because your friends or some celebrities can indulge in behaviours and get away with it, it does not mean that you can too. Instant Karma is something that happens in 8th housers life a lot. Once you identify it, you can then change your behaviour and language to avoid these suffering.

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[cloverdaisies]

# ART CLASS 𝜗𝜚𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

JI CHANGMIN x reader

˗ˏˋ description:ˎˊ˗જ⁀➴ৎ୭ : your crush on your art professor might be affecting your grades, he was just perfect but you’re just a student. how you accidentally fell in love with art class for the wrong reasons…

˗ˏˋ genre:ˎˊ˗જ⁀➴ৎ୭ : fluff, unrequited to lovers.

˗ˏˋ word count:ˎˊ˗જ⁀➴ৎ୭ : 5.5k+

˗ˏˋ notes:ˎˊ˗જ⁀➴ৎ୭ : this was once 10k+ but oops, is a bit of an indulgent fic i can’t lie, i hope you love it as much as i do, so here’s some changmin brainrot to feed ur delusions, massive thank you to @juyeonszn for helping me get over my plot blocks, ily. proof reading in progress!

Mondays, the worst day of the week. That was for certain, considering you had a two hour class that morning with a professor that would draw over your weeks worth of work with sharpie. Thankfully, he’d already announced his leave and you wouldn’t had to deal with that anymore. Every morning you’d get the bus to university dreading the next class, headphones on trying to drown out thoughts of how you were going to survive your degree in these insufferable conditions.

“Today you have a lesson with your new professor, who’ll be taking over for me. He’s very well educated and I’m sure he will be able to fill in the gap after my leave.” Your old professor rambled on as if his low marking and reckless actions with felt tip pens would be missed.

You weren’t necessarily paying attention, more focused on your pencil work in the sketchbook than you were on the front of the class. Ears suddenly perking up at the voice you heard from the front of the room, it was a cuteish tone, at the same time mellow and calm - a voice that could put you to sleep that sat just on the right octave to make you fall in love with it.

“Hello everyone, I’m professor Ji and will be taking over the introduction to Fine Art module going forward. I look forward to getting to know you all and seeing your work. Today we will be starting a new project for your mid term evaluations, it will be a multimedia piece with a theme of your choice. Make it mean something, do what’s true to you.” Professor Ji stated, already he sounded as if he knew exactly what he was talking about. It was a breath of fresh air and his intellect was almost making you dizzy.

No y/n, you can’t be getting a crush on your professor this can only end in tears if you find out he’s already happily married and settled in life.

“Any questions?” He asked looking around the room with his thick black rimmed glasses, leant against the wall with his hands clasped in his blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up.

“Are you married?” Someone asked from the back of the room triggering a boisterous laugh to break out across the classroom.

Professor Ji sighed and rolled his eyes, clearly contemplating his response a bit taken a back by the question. Especially in a university classroom, where everyone’s an adult, it was such a high school question, but who could blame them for asking?

“Do I look that old to you?” He responded with a chuckle, holding a hand over his chest like wound had opened over his heart. Oh and he’s funny. This literally couldn’t get any worse, he just seemed perfect.

After that the class began to start their projects, however for some reason you just couldn’t overcome the creative block in your mind on what to do. As you were sat twiddling your pencil and scratching out ideas in your planner you felt a presence appear behind you.

“Struggling?” Professor Ji appeared over your shoulder with his hands behind his back, briefly looking down at your empty page before back at your embarrassed expression.

“I guess you could say so.” You laughed as if you were begging for hole in the earth to collapse and swallow you into non existence. You watched as he smiled sympathetically thinking of a way to help you, dragging a stool and bringing it closer to your workspace. He’d done this to every student, going around to check on your progress unlike your previous professor who didn’t really care less.

“Let’s see.” He scratched his head for a moment, tapping his pencil on the table. “What are you interested in?”

You blushed internally, the question on completely professional terms but almost sounded like something someone would ask on a first date - at least in your delusional state of mind.

“Well I usually focus on work that expresses feeling, like this piece I did on stress.” You showed him a previous piece of work you did for the class, the abstract work compelling him to the phone screen.

“This is really creative. I love the way you used colour here, it’s abstract but so detailed. I think you’ve definitely found a style there —” He paused for a moment realising he didn’t know your name.

“Y/n.” You slightly smiled at him, trying to make yourself seem less like an awkward mess in front of him or mask the fact, that you totally weren’t staring at him the entire time he’d been looking at the phone.

“Y/n. I definitely won’t tell you what to do! But something similar will definitely have you sailing through this module.” He smiled, the cute line peaking at his dimples which could of had you squealing right there like some sort of wild animal.

As he walked over to the next table you couldn’t help but wish he’d stayed longer, his presence was unfortunately addicting. It’s the way his eyes lit up seeing your work, his passion for his work, his intellect, his welcoming aura, it had you in some sort of chokehold you hadn’t felt in years.

You took his words on board, an idea suddenly crossing your mind in a quick flash. Sure it wasn’t the best idea considering your current situation, but all the emotions you’d depicted so far were negative. Something within you was scratching at your brain to illustrate the feeling of the fear of love, knowing you were good at painting the feelings you genuinely felt.

Beginning to map out your idea in your planner, the new wave of creativity certainly didn’t go unnoticed by your professor as he looked over at you working away with a smile.

Then you hit a wall. You didn’t like using anything other than acrylic paint, every other form of media just for some reason seemed to irk every single creative bone within you.

“Any progress?” Professor Ji passed your table for the last time, as the lesson would soon be drawing to a close.

“Yeah I have an idea. However, I hate working with anything other than acrylic.” You expressed, your ears turning a bright pink as he grazed your arm to take a look at your planner.

“Well I think this is a great idea.” He laughed politely, readjusting his glasses with a light push. “I’d love to discuss this more thoroughly in office hours with you, if you’d be up for it?”

“Sure. When?” You asked completely composed, your mind rattling through ideas for the piece whilst trying to block out any thoughts of the man next to you. He smiled for a moment, flicking through your scribbled notes with a pen.

“Today, 5-6pm. Think of the things you want to discuss before attending and I’ll be happy to help. It seems you’re a really talented artist. You just need a push in the right direction.” He replied, his friendly register doing nothing to help you out of the sick spiral you were falling down. You smiled as he walked off to the front of the classroom to close the lesson, unable to pay any focus to the words falling from his mouth as you flipped around your ballpoint pen and chewed nervously down on your lip - the venom of adrenaline circulating your body like a wildfire from the interaction.

The class began to pack their things, snapping you out of your silly nightmare daydreams packing your sketchbook and planner. You pushed your pencil behind your ear, planning to pack it away into your pencil case at some point but not necessarily revising that idea. You slung your bag over your shoulder with a sigh, about to leave door without looking back, your bed awaits.

“Don’t forget to sign your attendance guys.” Professor Ji pointed to the clipboard on the back of the door greeting everyone on the way out with a warm smile.

You quickly went to check your bag for the loose pencil you could have sworn you just had, not remembering where you’d placed it, frantically searching the bottom of your bag for it not fussing to open the case of pens in front of you.

“Are you looking for this?” Professor Ji, took the pencil from behind your ear with a chuckle. Thankfully, being the last to leave was on your side today, no one seeing the god awful embarrassment on your face.

“Thank you, that’s so stupid of me. Sorry.” You laughed off the embarrassment, grabbing the pencil from his hand and signing your name on the sheet as he continued to laugh. “Stop laughing.” You looked over to him, holding back your own giggles as he only laughed more.

“Sorry I can’t help it. See you later y/n.” He chuckled as you left the classroom with a idiotic smile glued to your lips, the door closing behind you. You could have screamed right there and then due to the shear torment of embarrassment.

As soon as your head hit your pillowcase, the room felt as if it was spinning, so many thoughts drowning that brain of yours they were turning it into nothing but mush. You felt your eyes shuttering closed, slumber gradually taking over your body.

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The persistent beeping of the alarm on your bedside table triggered you to rise from your nap like something out of the walking dead. You could have used more sleep, but you seriously needed to attend Professor Ji’s office hours otherwise your project was never going to be finished.

You got ready, your head clouded with looking good for your literal university professor. You shook those thoughts out your head fairly quickly before sliding into your boots and setting off out the door. The winter semester brought in dark nights, it was cold outside, so cold you could see your breath in a thin smoke as you waited at the bus stop.

Presenting your pass to the driver, thoughts circulated your head like a manic steam train running a track as if it was the F1 , you can’t fall for your prof, it would only end in tears when he doesn’t reciprocate those feelings. Staring into the steamed windows of the bus out on the dark night, you sighed the faint sound of music playing through your headphones as comfort.

You pressed the stop button, nervously making your way down the bus aisle as it came to a halt. Making your way to the arts building on campus, you inhaled an anxious sharp breath before reaching the hallway of offices. The office still had your old professors name engraved in a silver board on the front of the door, hesitantly you knocked awaiting an answer. The door handle turned, your stomach flipping and performing handstands.

“Y/n, come in.” Professor Ji smiled, walking into the office with a confident stride, the place littered with boxes seemingly needing to be unpacked. The office was lit warmly with a lamp stood in the corner behind the desk. He sat in a spinning chair at the polished desk nearly placed towards the centre of the room.

“So explain your plan.” He leant forward as you sat in one of the chairs opposite him, you pulled out your portfolio the chunky folder highlighting a collection of your previous projects.

“So, since I’ve done a lot of work on emotion, I thought I’d tackle something more complicated. So I wanted to do the fear of falling in love.” You explained showing him a colour palette you put together in class, it showed colours from a deep scarlett red to a sapphire blue. “The only issue is I don’t know how to use any other media than acrylic.”

“Hmm. So you’re a painter?” He asked watching you nod before beginning to speak again. “Have you ever tried oil paint?”

“Only briefly, I don’t really have the funds to buy oil paints though.” You laughed, thinking the suggestion was silly considering how expensive oil paints could be on your student funds.

“Thought so, that’s why I’m offering you use my resources for this project. Here.” He pushed a set of untouched oil paints across the table, as if they’d just been bought. You looked at him with confusion, you thought this had to be too generous, you’d never had any teacher care so much about their students.

“I mean thank you so much but why?” You couldn’t help but chuckle at the gift, it wasn’t necessarily too expensive nor was it meant anything but a professional proposal.

“I know what it’s like to be a student. Plus, someone like you could really benefit from it, your work with acrylic is to not be transitioned into oil paint.” He passed on a genuine smile, a smile that radiated a positive energy you’d never felt. You looked down at them, still in a state of shock he’d go out of his way to buy such a thing for you. “I was also thinking, since 1 to 1 mentoring is setting back up with the new semester, would that be something you’d be interested in? I happened to stumble across your notes from your old professor and he noted you seemed very stressed with your work load.”

“Yeah that’s true, but I can handle it!” You tried to smile, however upon hearing the comments you couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed in front of the likes of Professor Ji and his intellectual level in art. It felt as if you were being told you were slacking or left behind. “I don’t think I need any extra help.”

“Are you sure? I mean when I was in your year I also went through 1 to 1 mentoring for the same issue. I wasn’t always at the level I am now.” He sympathised with you, trying to catch eye contact as you looked down at the table.

“Okay. I guess it can’t hurt.” You sighed, still avoiding the glare of his brown eyes across the table, a silence lingering as the grandfather clock ticked on in the background.

“That’s great to hear. So it will be out of university grounds. Purely because the university won’t let me book a space in the week, I was thinking maybe a café? Of course on a completely professional basis, there’s a few other students needing the extra help too. I’ve got one more slot, are you free Wednesday at 10am?” He rambled on slightly, the thin biro in his hand hovering over the page beneath him. He pushed up his glasses and looked at you expectantly, your many thoughts being interrupted by his gaze.

“Uh, yeah that’s my day off so I guess.” You replied with a shrug, sitting back in the chair as you watched him messily scribble in his planner. “Do you have any pieces you’re working on at the minute?” You had no idea why you asked him, however something in you was desperate to ask.

“I’m just doing research at the moment into the baroque period, I would love to have the time do a piece of my own. It’s been a while.” Prof Ji seemed happy you asked, a small grin lighting up his cheeks as he spoke about it.

“Hopefully you can clear some time soon, I’d love to see what you make yourself.” You laughed, almost forgetting you were in a professional space as you let the words slip from your lips.

“Agreed. You’re free to go, see you on Wednesday morning.” He concluded the meeting politely, seeing you out the warm lit room through the tall chestnut door.

“See you then.” You replied, feeling heat rising to your cheeks as you noticed his arm over you keeping the door open, thoughts spinning through your dizzy head feeding your delusions like a sickly candy.

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After then, every other class had you spacing out with a mind full of Professor Ji, thoughts of his paint covered glasses, rolled up shirt sleeves, sweet smile and messy short hair. You often smiled to yourself, the words of every other prof passing through one ear and out the other - drowning softly into the background of your daydreams.

Wednesday seemed like a century away, you found your weekend dragging by Monday felt like an entire week and so did Tuesday. The night before, you’re sat planning your outfit as if you were going somewhere incredibly important the next day. Scrolling tiktok to cancel out your nerves for the next day, although it wasn’t a date, it was a completely professional meeting. You couldn’t shake the thought of it being a café setting, somewhere where you’d get to know someone for the first time, somewhere where you’d ask someone their hobbies, stare at each other across the table- you were getting carried away, but how couldn’t you?

The weather was on your side the next morning, the sun shining through your small apartment building window, the temperature outside not too warm but not too cold either. You carefully got dressed into the clothes you picked the night before, fixing your appearance in the mirror with a smile. Hopefully the effort wouldn’t look strange to him, after all you weren’t trying to look like the weird student with the crush on the teacher, nooooo that’s not you! It was and you couldn’t deny it.

You couldn’t help but twiddle your thumbs on the bus towards campus, palms coating themselves in a thin layer of sweat, your stomach churning in anticipation. You thanked the driver, walking towards one of the many on campus café where you’d agreed on meeting. It was a sunny day, therefore a considerable amount of people had taken to having picnics on the campus green, most opting to sit outside the café with their iced drinks and books.

You spotted him immediately, sat on one of the small tables with his laptop, scrolling away through his laptop and sipping at his iced latte with pouty lips.

"Hey." You smiled walking up to the chair in front of him with a smile, he returned the smile closing his laptop and putting his drink aside on the table.

"Y/n, lovely to see you. How are things coming alone? Do you want a coffee?" He asked picking up his wallet and signalling towards inside of the cafe.

"I can get my own! And I can't say I've done much, I've been pretty distracted the past few days." You laughed, trying not to be too suspicious or act embarrassing in anyway. He looked at you momentarily, eyes wavering across your outfit and perfectly styled hair.

"You look nice, are you going somewhere after this?" He asked, for the second time heat flooded your cheeks, your ears probably lighting up bright pink.

"No." You didn't know how to respond, if anything you were too stunned to speak, trying to gargle up words out of the jungle rattling in your brain. "I just had some extra time to get ready this morning."

"Glad I'm not keeping you from getting anywhere." He chuckled a mischevious smile on his lips, "I'll get the coffee, what are you wanting?"

"An iced matcha would be nice." You blushed, your voice barely coming out above a whisper as all your dreams of a man all seemed to be coming true. He was so mature but at the same time had a man-child charm, he believed in chivalry and was always there to give you everything you needed. In your sick fantasy, he was your prince, the older man that would save you from the horror of the boys your own age.

As he nodded, politely exusing himself to get your drink, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket, reaching to grab it, a text from your roommate lit up the screen. 'Wanna go to the bar tonight?' You hadn't been out in a long time, too busy in work and exams to dare leave your mess of a bedroom: seemingly procastinating work was always more important than your own happiness and social life. 'Sure' You replied, after all you deserved some fun after everything.

Professor Ji returned with your drink, you graciously thanked him and slid your phone back into your pocket. He turned the pages of his planner to the notes about your project he'd written earlier.

"So have you started sketching out your linework yet?" He asked, repeating his little habit where he pushes up the middle of his glasses to the top og his nose since they always slid down slightly everytime he loked down.

"No... Sorry, its been a hard few days. I'm not even sure where to begin." You replied awkwardly, with all the thoughts of him you'd completely forgotten all aspects of the project or the fact it was due sooner than anticipated.

"That's okay, we can always start now, that's if you brought your sketchbook." He laughed lightly, not trying to put you in some pit of self doubt when you were already struggling to hit a pencil to paper.

"Yeah I did actually." You reach to grab your large portfolio bag, grabbing your sketchbook and opening it to the page where your moodboard for the piece was. You had practiced some sketching, feathered lines and doodles scattered across one of the pages. He reached across the table, looking at the drawings with a keen eye.

"Pass me a pencil." He asked, holding out his hand as you gave him one of yours, watching as he began to draw in the corner. "Instead of feathering your lines so much, try to get a firmer line like this so its easier for you to follow the precision of the paint."

He drew the heart balloon you'd drew in the corner, of course in a much nicer way which was soul crushing for you, but you followed his guidance and he nodded in approval. Of course, he could'nt admit it, but Ji himself was feeling some sort of gut feeling, perhaps guilt as he felt himself begin to get nervous around you. He thought it was endearing, the way you followed his movements and laughed nervously when you accidentally made a mistake quicly erasing it. However, he would absolutely never, his self control was a much tougher obstacle to tackle and he wouldn't let it fall for anyone.

You carried on discussing placement and ideas, not long until you had an minitaure layout of the page for your project all sketched out. The hour had flew by, and you almost forgot about your drink, too focused on him and his words to comprehend the time.

"Thanks for today, oh, and the drink, Professor Ji." You began to pack up your things, your pencils going neatly slotting into their case.

"Of course, just call me Changmin by the way, the professor thing is too formal even for a classroom." He felt himself cringing, why would he say that? He did mean it but, it felt even weirder that it was you saying it and not the other students.

As you left, he took off his glasses for a moment palms flattened over his face as his thoughts ran over all the events of the past hour, raking his fingers through his hair. Although he did think everything you did was in some way magical, he understood that he could not loosen the boundary between him being your tutor and you being his student. It simply couldn't happen. Ever. That thought would torment him until you either went away or he had to leave himself.

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For the next few hours, your daydreams had become an even more delusional hell than before. Your memory floated over the fact his hand had touched yours briefly as you handed him the pencil, the warmth of his fingertips lingering over your knuckles. As you grabbed your bag, getting ready to meet your friends you simple’s could not shake the thought of today, the chemistry between you both, the tension. It was all a bit much to handle.

You met your friends at the bar, regardless of the messy state of mind you were in. You got a break from work conversations for once, being able to stay up late and drink as much as you wanted as the sports played in the background of the bar. For the first time you felt as if this was normal university life you were living, however the huge disadvantage of not drinking in a long time is that after a couple of drinks you were irresponsibly and irrevocably drunk.

“Get home safe y/n.” You friend smiled, you two bring the last people in the bar as your roommate and her boyfriend had already left much earlier.

“You too.” You smiled before turning around and trying to walk in a straight line, the narrow alley of the street proving difficult as you accidentally wandered into the wall.

On a late night convenience store trip, trying to shake his irreplaceable thoughts. Changmin couldn’t get a wink of sleep with the pool of guilt sitting in the pit of his stomach at the idea of you. He left the store with a few snacks, figuring if he couldn’t sleep he may as well watch a movie or something to pass the time.

As if the world was against him, he noticed a familiar figure stumbling down the street, sighing as he recognised you, clearly not being in a state where you can get home safe unless you lived extremely nearby.

“Y/n?” Your ears perked up at the familiarly sweet voice. A voice of concern as you looked up to see your professor, Changmin stood in front of you with a glint of worry in his eyes.

“Oh…. hiiiii…. Sorry I must look like a mess right now.” Barely able to string out a sentence you giggled and hiccuped pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. Oh goodness… how you’d regret this in the morning.

“Can you get home safely? How much did you have to drink?” He asked frantically, gasping as you almost stumbled over his palms landing on either arm to support your body.

“Yes. You’re so funny…. I just need to get the bus.” You slurred your words going to walk past him, before you were stopped by him blocking your path.

“There’s no buses from here at this hour it’s 3am! I can’t take you home because I’ve drank myself. You can sleep on my couch if you want but if you go to walk home, I’m walking all the way with you.” Changmin stated, watching your eyes light up all giddily as you began jumping up and down.

“OOOO, What does your place look like?!” You squealed the curiosity getting you way too overexcited in the drunken state you were in

“Come on then, you had lectures in the morning you need be more careful.” Changmin let you link your arm into his, despite the berry pink shade rising in his cheeks he hoped you’d wake up in the morning and forget all about the way you were acting towards him for your own sake.

His apartment was a humble excuse for a studio, not too big but not inconveniently small either. There were band posters and some of his original art work hung on the walls across the room where there was space. It was lit warmly, he seemed to hate fluorescence of ceiling lights and much preferred dotting smaller lights with thrifted lampshades around the room.

“You have the bed, I’m gonna stay awake for a while.” He pointed to across the room where his neatly made bed was just waiting to canon balled, the mountain of pillows looking so unrightfully comfortable. You collapsed into the sheets without any arguments, failing to see the relieved smile as he sat down in front of the television.

You soon drifted off to sleep, every little mumble, little breath was heard across the room by him. He struggled to shake the thoughts of you, after all that’s what was keeping him up in the first place. He’d only made his situation worse, he couldn’t fall in love with you no matter how attractive he thought you were. Every time he shut his eyes he saw you, and now you were across the room the thought was haunting him. So he laid across the sofa awake, into the hours of the early morning until he just couldn’t keep them open anymore. Even in his dreams, the pictures of you danced like paintings across his brain.

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Of course leaving your professors house hungover at 8am on a Thursday morning, wasn’t the proudest moment of your life, it certainly was an experience. You’d never been mortified of your own actions, god knows what you said to him, you couldn’t remember blurting anything you shouldn’t of. However as you showed up to your lectures for the next 3 weeks he didn’t talk to you, nor did he help you with your project or take you to any cafés for your mentoring.

Your one to one sessions now took place in his office, to him it was easier to make the difference between love interest and student in there. You could tell the difference, he wasn’t as friendly, he was ice cold and this only made you more embarrassed.

After a few weeks you finally mustered up the courage to ask him.

“Why are you being so different with me?” You asked confidently, watching him avoid making eye contact and ignore the question as if he never heard it. “You owe me an explanation.”

“Do I? I’m just trying to maintain a professional relationship with you.” He shrugged continuing to check through your sketchbook, you couldn’t look at him without beginning to shake, the confidence in your voice wavering.

“What do you mean by that?” You retorted, confused to why that was suddenly so serious, when had HE ever been unprofessional, after all weren’t you the problem?

“I mean what happened those few weeks ago, was wrong. I’m your lecturer nothing more.” He placed his palm on the desk looking at you with a serious glare, eyes wavering suspiciously.

“Changmin?” You were hesitant to ask, “Do you have feelings for me?”

There was silence, you wished you could swallow your words back into your head but you were too late. He stared at you with a panicked expression, then one of disappointment before beginning to speak.

“I can’t Y/n, you’re just a student. You’re my student, I don’t want to lose my-”

He knew he was hurting himself with his own words, it was so clear he’d been pushing himself away from what he wanted and that was you.

You interrupted him with a kiss, it took a moment before he reciprocated standing up straight and pushing your back into the wall behind you. It was passionate desperate, as if every emotion, anger, frustration, love that was so forbidden - he’d just let it go. He couldn’t fight it anymore.

Pulling his face away from yours, you looked at him with teary eyes, all the emotions bursting out as your own feelings began to conflict.

“I’m sorry. That should have never happened.” He quickly backed away, holding his lips. You shook your head violently not able to produce a coherent sentence.

“No. I’m in… I can’t say it. Don’t hate me.” You still couldn’t think of the words, you didn’t want to frighten him or push him away. You were scared he wouldn’t be able to love you back, he’d hold his career over you.

However that singular tear that fell from your eye, was gently wiped away by his thumb. Wrapping his arms around your head and bringing you to his chest. He sat himself on the desk, lifting you on to his knee to comfort you.

“It’s okay, I’m in love with you too.” He whispered into your ear, only causing you to sob more as his own tears were wiped away by a hearty chuckle. “I guess we’ll have to figure out the work stuff before I can fully be able to love you like I want to though."

You smiled up at him in the ambient lighting, as he rocked you in his arms against the warmth of his chest you were content. The dimples in his cheeks sending your stomach swarming with butterflies, as you pushed your glasses up his nose for him.

That’s how you accidentally fell in love with your art professor.

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[negrutou]

I think I finally get the Mononoke: Noppera-bo arc. I think I got it. (I've watched this series like 6 times in English and 6 in Japanese,,,, could it be insanity? 😏)

No, I don't think the Mononoke is Kusuriuri in disguise, and no I don't think Kusuriuri loved Ocho. The Noppera-bo are faceless yokai who are known to steal faces and cause tricks. They also can be Tanuki or Kitsune in disguise (could that mean Kusuriuri can be a Noppera-bo? Maybe that's how he knew to dispel all those tricks). This Mononoke could just also happen to be another nameless Tanuki or Kitsune. 🤷🏾‍♀️

Regardless of all that, Ocho obviously killed every desire she had and thus those desires were her different faces, in which created the Noppera-bo that fed off the pain of her sacrifices. She wanted to be a good daughter for her mother so she killed her playful side, she wanted to be a good wife so she killed her disobedient side. She sacrificed herself. She sacrificed her many faces.

And we've all been there. We gave up so many pieces of ourselves and gave up energy to keep the status quo in some way, form, or shape (reason and truth!!!). And it's so easy to hide away from reality and picture the "what ifs" if we kept to our honest selves or jumped into our impulsive/intrusive thoughts. And Ocho had done the same thing.

She is literally feeding her own negative thoughts by picturing what would happen if she decided to kill them all. Or if she stayed in her prison some faceless man (the Noppera-bo) will come and save her and build her a palace and love her despite the flaws. Like literally, the scene where they get "married" and all the masks are soooo jealous?? Like c'mon... That's Tumblr girlie sleepytime scenarios 101.

The Noppera-bo fed into her delusions, for lack of a better word. For her trial was fake in my honest interpretation. The trial was a metaphor for her final face. If she killed her final self, the self she had now, the obedient, selfless, demure Ocho, she would lose her identity once and for all. Who would she be after? Her face would have been stolen, and the Noppera-bo would have succeeded in stealing her, keeping her trapped in the prison she thought a palace.

Not to mention, ALL of this is happening in her mind. She is technically still in reality, picking up the broken sake bottle. And in order for the Noppera-bo to lose, Kusuriuri must bring Ocho back to reality and force her to remember her self worth, to remember her main face. The Ocho Kusuriuri kills in the end is the one that keeps her trapped in her daydream, the one that wonders why the Noppera-bo loved her, the one that wonders what her life would be like rather than the one who goes and does it.

I also wanna say that the Noppera-bo, the faceless man that would do anything for Ocho, is Ocho. Ocho is the Mononoke. I mean obviously they state it in the episode, but people still think the faceless man and Ocho are two separate beings. I treat the Noppera-bo as her imagination. Like your brain will do some crazy things to protect itself from self destructing, and that basically is what the Noppera-bo was. I can say from personal experience I dived heavily into fanfiction and fantasy because I wanted to escape the horrible reality of being homeless, depressed, and suicidal.

It's so apparent in the voice lines too that Kusuriuri didn't think the Noppera-bo was helpful at all.

"Why did he save me?"

"Do you really think he saved you?"

Like just because the Noppera-bo was trying to make her happy (and just because I dove in fanfiction to vent out my frustrations) didn't mean she was saved (did not mean I had the maturity to face my demons).

I think in the end, Ocho has the guts to leave. The medicine vendor saves her from her destructive self and she goes to run away like she intended.

I hope to God this dissertation makes sense. My brain is everywhere while watching these episodes for the 7th time.

#kusuriuri #anime #mononoke 2007 #mononoke medicine seller #medicine seller #mononoke #i love this series so much #i love him

[thousandyearphantombunker]

An overly passionate post about Hank Pym and Jan Van Dyne

I’d like to preface this by saying Hank Pym is my favorite Ant-man and that I don’t think he deserves all the hate and controversy he gets, however I’ve noticed a lot of his fans tend to villainize Jan Van Dyne for reasons that I think are personally sort of stupid. A lot of Hank’s fans try to defend him by painting Wasp as a creep who took advantage of him during a psychotic break/the time when he was in that fugue state as Yellowjacket by marrying him during that time- but that’s not how it went down! She married him out during that time out of fear of what he’d do to her (he tried to force harsh kisses on her and sexually harassed her etc) and out of genuine concern! Jan clearly loved Hank and would constantly try and build up his nonexistent self-esteem but didn’t know how- She would try and prop up his ego but kept accidentally feeding into Hank’s weird complexes instead. I will say that Jan flirted with other men a lot but that wasn’t her being unloyal so much as her natural personality- but when you cross that with her being more successful and younger than him and he took that as a sign she wasn’t loyal/thinking she only liked him out of pity or to make herself look better. 

 She wasn’t manipulating him for her own ends, she wanted to help and have a healthy relationship with him. Still, she didn’t know how to handle the situation properly- Hank needed a therapist, not a girlfriend who thought maybe if she complimented him enough, maybe if she propped him up enough they could be good together- she comes off as a person who had no prior experience with mental illness like this- no frame of reference, no idea what to do, and she didn’t seem to understand what was going on- so she accidentally enabled him and made things worse but she didn’t manipulate him. It’s pretty relatable- If you’ve ever had a mentally ill friend or whatever but had no prior knowledge of mental illness, you tend to mishandle things- you become insensitive/mean without meaning to, or you end up enabling bad behavior- it’s scary and Jan’s case she was in actual physical danger! 

I’d also like to say that Hank while not at all stable had some lucidity when he hit Jan, and prior to him hitting Jan he was already displaying emotionally abusive behaviors (Destroying her costume, practically interrogating her) so no you can’t blame it his mental illness- he still had enough awareness of what he was doing (That being said who in there right mind let Hank rejoin the Avengers after he had a severe disassociative episode-I would have demanded he’d go to therapy or be institutionalized if he refused) 

I do like Hank, he’s a complex/interesting character. He has an inferiority complex so deep he’s tried to kill himself, he’s made preemptive strikes to prove his worth to others, he gave himself health issues from becoming Giant-man and it’s again tied to his insecurities. Outside of his suicidal tendencies, he’s got anger management issues, suffers paranoid delusions, disassociates, etc. He’s also incredibly self-sacrificing and is a strong believer in second chances- redemption is what he wanted for himself- what he tries to convince others he can have- so he hopes he can give to others too. Also, he’s a badass mad scientist (Literally that’s what sold me on him as a character) but the point still stands he was a domestic abuser, he refused to get help for a long time until it reached a breaking point and his reputation both in-universe and out can’t ever make a full recovery- like I said he’s complicated, so you can’t just paint him as a wife-beater or say absolved of his misdeeds because of his insanity or someone else egging him on, Jan was a victim plain and simple even if you point out some of her enabling behaviors

But my ultimate hot take? EMH’s Hank and Jan are the most annoying couple- separately I loved them but whenever I saw Janet whine or Hank moan about the other all I could think was- “Please, the love of God just break up!”- I was like kid preteen btw and still found that drama annoying

#hank pym #janet van dyne #earths mightiest heroes #avengers academy #the avengers #marvel comics #Wow I practically wrote an essay #Sorry about that #Oh well #Also no grammar #Also sorry about that #If you want a less prettied up depiction of mental illness I do recommend Hank he's a good character #If you can stomach some potentially triggering stuff

[animeyanderelover]

How would the yanderes, Naruto Uzumaki, Sasuke Uchiha, Sakura Haruno, Temari (from Naruto Shippuden/Naruto), Gaara (from Naruto Shippuden), Kushina Uzumaki, Minato Uzumaki (The 4th Hokage), Ichigo Kurosaki (from Bleach) and Toshiro (the icy shorty from Bleach), Ino Yamanaka (from Naruto Shippuden...), Mikoto Uchiha (included..in the Naruto series)...help their darling escape a loveless marriage to someone she doesn't even love. The yandere is fully aware of the extent of the darlings dislike for the man because the darling told him/her that the man whom the darling is forced to marry once was a little boy and the darling was not more than a little girl back then years ago bullied her because she was hard of hearing and made life hell for her and once ripped out her hearing aid and made her ear bleed. The darling hated that bloody guy and tried telling her parents to not make her marry him but they refused to listen to reason and said that the darling was a liar and he was a good man...(The darling was extremely lifeless and dull eyed telling the yandere that and nothing helped anymore. The darling used to be full of life when the yandere first met her/his darling...Darling didn't care anymore and rather preferred to stay with the yandere than her family who cared more about their reputation than their daughter who is going to be married off to someone she hates.)

I put Minato and Kushina into a poly edition because otherwise there would have been 11 characters which would have been against my rules.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsession, bullying, delusions, overprotective behavior, clinginess, paranoia, stalking, manipulation, threats, blackmail, violence

I don’t want to marry this bully!

Minato Namikaze & Kushina Uzumaki

⚡️🌶️You’re always welcomed in the house of this couple, both of them yearn for nothing more than share their love and life with you. Minato and Kushina already complete each other so well but you’re the last piece of the puzzle for their lives to truly be perfect. Won’t you let them embrace you, love you and spoil you to their hearts content? Surely Kushina sometimes gets a bit impatient, asks Minato how long the two of them are going to wait but her husband always tells her to just be patient for a bit longer. Soon, soon you’ll be in their arms.

⚡️🌶️But then you turn up in front of their house, a look in your eyes that causes both to instantly usher you inside with a worried look on their faces. They offer you a hot beverage which Kushina ends up forcing you to take before you find yourself on the couch, stuck between those two. Kushina’s arms are already on your biceps as she asks you what happened. Both of them are ready to listen and so you spill everything that happened in your family. You don’t show any signs of emotions but notice how Kushina’s eyes widen in horror and how Minato’s lips tighten and his gaze narrows. When you’re finished with your story, Kushina throws herself at you and engulfs you in a tight hug. She can’t believe that your own family would do something so cruel to you, Minato has troubles helping her distressed and clingy state for the reason that he himself can only try to stay calm right now. Both instantly prepare a room for you to stay in.

⚡️🌶️Kushina needs to be around you to calm herself from the shock, is more touchy and possessive than she already is. Minato appears at first more composed but has gotten more protective. He doesn’t want you to be alone without him or his wife around and spends more time around you too. Both are also really sweet and doting as they want to cheer you up. They buy the snacks that you love, take you to places where you three used to go when you were children and do the things they know will make you laugh. And they help you to escape your loveless marriage. Kushina in her sheer rage alone would have already stormed to your bully and your family and would have given them more than an earful of threats and warnings but Minato reminds her that they should solve the problem differently.

⚡️🌶️Kushina urges him to do something and that influences him. Her anger gets added to his own as the Hokage is infuriated with the situation you’re in. He has the influence and power and strives for immediate humiliation of the bully. He exposes the truth and a lot of other secrets, might even add something that isn’t even there to worsen everything. After your family has been made aware of what sort of person he is, he breaks of the arranged marriage. Then he has a personal talk with your family together with Kushina. Kushina shows her anger and pain for you since your own family tried to force you into a marriage. Then there’s Minato who expresses his disappointment in a colder fashion which causes goosebumps to erupt on their skins. Both make it obvious that they would like your family to stay away from you for a while, Minato more subtly than Kushina. Until you’ve decided to forgive them, you’ll stay with them.

Mikoto Uchiha

🌋Despite her being part of the prestigious Uchiha clan, Mikoto has never halted to befriend her darling. She knows that she’s harder of hearing but has no such things as prejudices. Mikoto wants her darling to he happy and it would be even better when her darling would be happy with her. As nice and sweet as this woman can be, Mikoto is still rather possessive and wants to be loved by you. She has told you multiple times to not be intimidated and come to visit her in the Uchiha compound when you need something. She knows that you’re still a bit frightened so she knows that the situation is more serious when you turn up in front of her house, a empty look in those normally lively eyes.

🌋She instantly gestures you to get in when she sees the look on your face, leads you to the kitchen where she tells you to sit down. For a while you just sit there in silence whilst she prepares some tea for the both of you although she casts concerned glances in your direction multiple times. She hands you a cup of green tea before she sits down next to you and tells you that she’s ready to listen. You expected it to be hard to talk but her honest onyx eyes make the words just flow out of you. You’re in a dire situation, don’t want to marry the same jackass that ripped your hearing aid off. You feel her warm hand squeezing your own tightly as soon as you’re finished, a smile on her face. It contrasts the bubble of rage inside her chest but this is to put you at ease.

🌋This is unbelievable and not something that should happen to you. Mikoto is instantly willing to lend her hand and support you in any way she can. At first she advices you to stay with her since outsiders are rarely seen venturing inside the Uchiha compound. Don’t worry, you’re not a bother by staying with her. She lives alone, she’d be more than happy with the company. Especially if it’s your company. If your family still dares to look for you, she is not afraid to become more scary with a frightening smile and a not sincere look in her eyes. Just because she appears like she’s nice doesn’t mean that she is actually all the time. Mikoto also gets in contact with Fugaku with whom she happens to be befriended.

🌋That friendship comes with it’s convenience since Fugaku just happens to be the head of the police department. He’ll surely be able to help Mikoto a bit. Mikoto opts for the way to really prove that this guy is a terrible person to your parents in hopes of getting them to break this whole marriage off. If they still refuse, she will grab things with a harder grip. She won’t hesitate to bring this case in front of the police or even inform the Hokage. She doesn’t care if she sounds petty, she just cares about you right now. She won’t rest until you jump at her and tell her happily that you won’t have to marry that man anymore. She’s so joyful together with you, wants to celebrate with you. You’re lucky that you never see the icy, sickeningly fake look in her eyes when your bully or your parents approach her.

Temari

🌪️Temari is the type of person who tries to downplay her feelings here and there but it doesn’t take away from the fact that she cares. Most certainly is she a stricter person, slightly controlling over her darling which is a direct result of her own lucidity regarding her obsessive infatuation. She’s not one who would like to lose her cool because of her feelings and burden her siblings so she keeps you close to her side to calm her obsession and her more violent side down. A very busy jonin who works hard for her village and helps her brothers as much as she can. Temari always squeezes some time in for you though.

🌪️She’s a bit surprised when she returns freshly from a mission and finds her darling sitting in front of her door like a stray kitten, face buried in her knees. The woman can almost sense that something is filling you with distress and taps you lightly on your shoulder so that you notice her. One look at your face and she instantly knows that something is very wrong. She lets you inside, keeps her normally straightforward questions to herself. This must be something more personal, she doesn’t want to be too insensitive right now. She’s worried but should give you some time to brace yourself before you tell her. If you do hesitate a bit, Temari grows a bit impatient but that’s only because she’s concerned. Be aware that you have her undivided attention the moment you open up and she listens to everything.

🌪️The woman has a temper as terrible as the storm but she really attempts to hold herself back after you’ve told her the truth. She’s infuriated, her fists are clenched and her teeth are gritting slightly against each other as she takes in deep breaths through her nose as she tries to swallow her anger down for just this moment. After the worst is over, she pinches the bridge of her nose as a troubled sigh escapes her lips. Then she finally glances at you again, tells you in a matter-of-fact voice that you’ll stay in her house for the time being. She prepares the guest room for you and asks you to instantly come to her when your family or your trashy fiancé should try to approach you. Later that night, when you’re asleep and she thinks about everything you told her, her temper finally bursts out a bit as she slams her palms against the desk.

🌪️This woman has influence and quite the social status. She’s a respected jonin and the older sister of the Kazekage so Temari is confident that she can take care of this problem without much help from her siblings. She has your bully definitely confessing all the cruel things he did to you, will guarantee that your family will break off the marriage and and apologize to you. She’ll lecture your bully for his wrongdoing and your family for theirs and she’ll scare the shit out of all of them because she’s infuriated and for that quite intimidating. Obviously she’s especially spiteful against your bully since you shouldn’t marry such a jerk. You should marry her.

Gaara

🐼Despite his villainous past and somewhat cold appearance, Gaara is down bad for his darling. He’s infatuated, terribly besotted but still shamefully aware of it. It doesn’t stop the young Kazekage from his feverish longing and if he wouldn’t be so terribly shy, he’d surely be a lot more straightforward and maybe even scary. Instead he’s bashful and can’t stop his pounding heart when you grace him with a smile or gentle touch of yours. He just knows that he’d do anything to keep his darling safe and he wouldn’t even ponder to fall back into some bloody habits of his younger self. He knows he’s busy due to being the Kazekage but has to always have a few hours with you for the sake of his sanity.

🐼It’s late evening where he’s still sitting in his office and is busily going through some documents when a gentle knock is heard and he calls whoever is standing outside to come in. He looks up shortly to see whose coming inside and nearly drops the papers when he sees you. He stands up, asks you a bit flustered what you’re doing here. Don’t misunderstand, he’s happy but- He shuts up when he sees the emptiness in your eyes, fear suddenly twinging his heart. Something is wrong, right? The documents are forgotten as he steps to where you stand, his eyes hurrying with growing unease over you as he asks you what happened. A heavy sigh leaves your lips as you stare into his eyes. And then you talk, fueling the growing paranoia inside Gaara.

🐼He steps back after having listened to your whole story and you can’t decipher if the look on his face is one of anger or one fear. It’s possible that it’s both. When his greenish eyes meet yours though, a paranoid expression flashes his face before he embraces you in a slightly awkward hug. It’s not only to calm you hopefully down. You notice the slight shaking, realize this is for him to regain some semblance again by giving you such a tight hug too. So you return his hug, rub his back comfortingly to stop his distress. Why didn’t you tell him sooner? Gaara insists for you to stay elsewhere. It doesn’t have to be with him, staying with Temari would already be enough but he absolutely refuses to let you go back to where those people could find you.

🐼He informs Temari that she should stay with you, begs you to not leave without her or Kankuro out of fear that you might bump into a bad acquaintance of yours. He swears to you that he’ll help you though and considering his position, this is as easy said as done. He breaks off everything regarding the arranged marriage, gives you your freedom back. He doesn’t care what your family thinks of this, he’s uncharacteristically cold and distant to them as he holds a grudge for their intolerant behavior towards their own daughter. Your bully has it even worse if Gaara should ever come face to face with him. There’s a dangerous glint in his eyes as he stares at him, hopefully he shouldn’t harm your bully physically though. Gaara grows more clingy and paranoid after this, more possessive over you.

Naruto Uzumaki

🍜Naruto is the sort of Yandere that really pushes the lines between a romantic and platonic relationship. He’s so affectionate with his darling that it has happened more than you could count on two fingers that people have mistaken you two for an actual couple. You have to correct them, to Naruto’s huge disappointment, but he is delusional so that gives him some sort of security. You two will be lovers at one point, it’s easy to fool himself that every small gesture of yours is a sign that you secretly love him too. The poor boy would love to spend every second with you but is the new Hokage of the Leaf village and for that has to spend a lot of time working.

🍜He always promises you with a lovesick look in your eyes that he’ll make time for you though. He couldn’t bear distance between the two of you. Despite him being an awful airhead at times, Naruto is pretty empathetic. He prides himself with the fact that he can sense your sadness at time, further proof for his delusions that you two are meant to be. During one of the nights where you two are on what he sees as a date he notices that something is clearly on your mind. It seems to burden you so he asks you worried what has happened since you look so down. You look him into his blue eyes and his heart clenches when he sees the suffering look in your eyes. You look around you before you grab him and drag him somewhere more privately so you can talk to him. You start speaking and at one point Naruto is tearing up.

🍜His heart is crushed by your confession of your terrible private life. He’s devastated by what you had to go through and the first thing he does is smothering you in a big hug and chaste kisses over your face. He doesn’t care that you two don’t have that sort of relationship yet as he is distraught by what you told him. Naruto will help you with all his power though. Not only because you are meant to marry him but also because he’d never let you marry the one who bullies you for your inability to hear as good as a normal person. There’s bitter resentment against your own family too. Naruto never had a family to grow up with but knows that his parents loved him dearly. Then there is your family who only cares about reputation and money. He just can’t understand and that fact makes him more apathetic.

🍜Considering that he is the Hokage, Naruto has so many options. It’s relatively easy for him to stop the marriage between you and your bully and he’ll definitely deliver him a punishment for the acts he committed against you and will also have a discussion with your family. He’s emotional though, unable to calm his feelings. He raises his voice against them as the anger and utter confusion to why they’d force you into a marriage and not even listen to you gets the better of him. If they prove to not care as greatly about you as Naruto thinks they should, he gives them a shocked stare before rage starts bubbling up in his chest. If they don’t care about you, he won’t let them near you for a longer period of time either. You deserve all the love, all his love.

Sasuke Uchiha

💙The relationship between Sasuke and you is not something either one of you saw coming. The man is basically a stray who doesn’t stay anywhere for too long yet your home has tied him temporarily down. Sasuke is fully aware of the extent of his obsession but is far too possessive to feel guilty for too long. He has embraced the full brute of his feelings and plans to take you with him at one point. He’s not the most vocal but expresses his affection through smaller actions. The protective step he instantly takes when he senses that something makes you uncomfortable or the light brush of his hand through your hair, onyx eyes looking at you with a softer glint.

💙Not all is that sweet though, the possessive and intimidating stare he gives anyone who tries to flirt with you is only one example. He could be quite insensitive to your feelings but Sasuke has matured throughout the war. He’s a perceptive observer and notices the change in your overall behavior. You’re more lackluster, the sparkle in your eyes is gone and you’ve grown more reserved and silent. He wants to ask you what’s wrong but doesn’t know how to do so. It isn’t until he overhears one day the fact that you’ll marry that he storms to you with an agitated expression and corners you. His grip on your wrists hurts you as he asks you in a low tone to tell him the truth. He can connect the obvious spots. What happened? You hesitate shortly before you finally open up.

💙His anger flares up as does his Sharingan, you have to physically hold him back as he considers in the heat of his wrath to storm to your bully and get it over with. He stops when he feels your arms wrapping around his torso to stop him from going on a small and murderous rampage and after a while you feel his one arm awkwardly hugging you closer to him too. Sasuke insists that you never leave without him after, promises you that he’ll help you out of this loveless engagement. He could never let anyone else marry you and claim you. You’ve always been his from the moment he gained feelings for you. He doesn’t play any complicated mind games either. The man just goes straight to the intimidation part.

💙He threatens your bully to stay the fuck away from you and he will hurt him more seriously too since that bastard hurt you before. There’s a cold look in his red eyes as he glances down at the guy’s bloody form as the man is begging for mercy. Your parents are slightly better off but Sasuke threatens them too and he means it when he says that he never wants to see them near you again or else he will harm them too. You don’t get much saying as Sasuke decides by himself that you’re never going to meet those people again. He tells you in a softer tone that you shouldn’t stay with such toxic people, that you instead should come with him. He loves you after all, is the one who listened to you and helped you. Be aware that Sasuke wil drag you with him one way or another. He’s triggered by the fact that you were nearly married off.

Sakura Haruno

🌸Sakura has something in common with Naruto. Both really make it hard for others to distinguish between their platonic and romantic feelings when it comes to their darling. Sakura is pretty much already acting like your affectionate girlfriend. She spends so much time with you, is always there to tend to daily injuries you might suffer and is also involved with your hearing problems specifically because she is a doctor. The pink-haired girl belongs to the delusional category too. Whilst she knows that you two aren’t together yet, she is pretty confident that both of you will wind up being together at one point.

🌸 Since she spends a lot of time with you and is on top of that a medic I imagine that she detects signs of emotional distress and stress, not to mention that she is especially obsessive around her darling. She’s gone quiet and silent which worries Sakura since she knows that her darling is normally more lively. Initially she’s respectful, tells you that you can talk with her but if you keep it to yourself for too long Sakura can turn into a pushover. For your well-being of course. To her relief you decide to open up to her and appear one late evening at her house. She lets you in and starts acting out of habit slightly more like a doctor to her patient. That doesn’t throw you off though as you admit what has burdened you for a longer time now. Sakura attempts to keep a calm expression on her face but when she accidentally breaks the edge of the table because she was clenching her fist too hard, it becomes obvious that she’s not fine.

🌸 She's so sad that your own family wouldn't even believe you and instead just care for their own well-being and reputation since family should stick together. She is arranging for you to stay with her since she knows that you don't want to return to your family and she feels uneasy to let you leave right now too. It isn't the first time you've slept with her, a few days more until there has been a change to your advantage doesn't bother her. Sakura makes quick work too to help you out of this loveless marriage. Whoever is currently Hokage will have a visit from her where she explains your problem and asks for help. She has a good relationship with the Fifth, the Sixth and the Seventh so it's relatively easy work for her.

🌸 Not to mention that she is known and loved by the village. She'll also deal with your family and even if she attempts to stay more rational, she can't help but show her dissapointment in them. They shouldn't just marry off their own child! How could they do something like that? Your bully gets the worst of it though because whilst Sakura still harbors some respect in front of the elder and your family, she knows exactly how much that guy has harrassed you. She has monstrous strength too, will defnitely crush something made out of solid material to bring her point across. If that guy talks back and dares to insult you, he'll end up in the hospital or she'll mix something together and poison him a bit.

Ino Yamanaka

🌻 Ino has so much confidence in the fact that she'll be able to steal her darling's heart which also makes her a rather delusional person. She acts on purpose like your girlfriend because she enjoys being affectionate with you and spending so much time with you. Additionally she loves it when people end up confusing you two for an actual couple because it enhances her belief that you two just look good together. It's also a rather effective way to keep possible love rivals away since the girl gets somewhat easily jealous. Just because Ino acts all sappy and confident doesn't mean that your emotions and behavior just fly over her head.

🌻 It's the opposite since the girl is very focused on her darling and very obsessive. Your personality is what she loves about you the most after all so obviously she realizes it when you start acting strange. Differently from Sakura she's quicker to become a pushover though, maybe because she's a tad bit more controlling. If you don't answer her, she'll most likely chat with the people to gather information. To her luck you trust her enough to give in after her first plead. She drags you somewhere where only the two of you are so that you can feel more comfortable and then she listens whilst holding your hands in hers. By the end of your story her grip on you has tightened and you can feel how she's shaking, gritting her teeth angrily together as anger is heating up her veins.

🌻 How dare they to do this to you? Not only does your family plan to have you marry someone who isn't her but they also have the audacity to marry you off to the guy who made your life a small hell back in your childhood. Don't even get her started on your bully or she'll never calm down. Ino grows more paranoid after she has listened to your story, pleads you to just stay in the compound of her clan and she ends up dragging you forcefully there. She doesn't want you to leave the place without her by your side and will definitely guilt-trip you to guarantee that you do as she says. She's surely more controlling and monitors your life more.

She doesn't see the wrong in it though since she is merely concerned about your happiness and health. Since she is part of the Yamanaka clan she has a good influence but the thing is that Ino holds grudges. She's spiteful against the people who have wronged you and if you consider her kekkai genkai this is especially terrifying since she can control the mind of people. Your bully gets the worst of it and probably no one will realize since she will use her ability so subtly that he doesn't even realize that he's being controlled, she'll shame and humiliate him that by the end no one believes him anymore. She'll expose all of his secrets and makes him to the clown of the town. To your family she acts very cold and indirectly rude too since they nearly sold you out to such a jerk. She'll guarantee that they won't get to see you anytime soon.

Kurosaki Ichigo

🧡 Ichigo has always been a bit obsessed with his darling but is so awkward around her that he's too embarrassed to approach her at first. He might also be more aware at moments and feels shameful and guilty. With him meeting Rukia and getting thrown into the world of the Shinigami and Hollow though, he has too much other things on his mind than considering his unhealthy crush on you. The boy grows more protective as he instead becomes more aware how much danger really surrounds you and through all of his experience he gains enough courage to walk to you and actually befriend you. Orihime, Rukia and Chad epecially encourage him since they know that Ichigo has feelings for you.

🧡 He's occasionally concerned because he fears he might not be enough for you but always makes sure to do his best to be there for you and make you happy. He's known you long enough to sense the very obvious switch in behavior and since this triggers his protective side he is quickly by your side to ask you if something is wrong. You ask him if you can come to his house later on and he agrees. You two just sit on his bed and then you tell him everything that has been going on in your life. You see his jaw clenching and his whole body tensing up and when you get to the part with what your bully did to you and how your family just doesn't care, he nearly jumps up from his position and paces around in his room as he tries to cool down.

🧡 This is ridiculous! Arranged marriage still exists in this day and age? Why would your parents force one upon you?! His mind is racing and his heart is overflowing with different emotions. He's baffled, angry, sad and heartbroken all togther. At the end he just slumps back on the spot on the bed next to you, his face buried in his hands as he lets out a deep sigh. He sits there for a while with you in silence before he stands up and tells you that he'll prepare the guest room for you since you've made it very obvious that you'd rather stay with him than go back and risk seeing your family again.

🧡 He doesn't fall asleep that night, too burdened with what you've told him. He has to do something to help you! He could ask his friends but when it comes to you Ichigo always feels like he has to be your protector, they're going to find out and assist him at one point anyways. Ichigo used to be a little delinquent in his past so chances are that he returns to that side of his and just intimidates your bully a bit to convince him to stay away from you. If push comes to pull he will even use his position as substitute Shinigami to his advantage since humans can't see him in this form to scare your bully and maybe even your family a bit. Sure, he will feel a bit guilty to use the powers entrusted to him like this but every time he sees your sad face, he can't stop.

Hitsugaya Toshiro

❄️ Toshiro is initially a bit more distant and cold around his darling which is mainly because he catches on quite early on his growing obsession and is inwardly freaked out about the escalation of love. He can't help but be slightly more rude and cold to you in an attempt to push you away from him. At one point he just sort of accepts it all begrudgingly though because he just realizes that the only one he's pushing towards insanity is himself. He looks out a bit more for you and will make sure to see you at least once everyday if there is nothing really important going on.  He might be the captain of a squad but he makes enough time for you to know that you're someone important to him.

❄️ He actually decides to keep quiet when he senses that something is wrong with you. He has problems himself he often likes to keep to himself and try to solve them himself so he decides to give you a bit time like this too. Instead you pop up one day in the squad where Rangiku leads you to him since you're searching for him. He can guess why you're here and tells Rangiku to leave you two alone. Luckily the woman senses that this is something serious so she leaves quickly. Then Toshiro just waits for you to start talking and you can see how the look on his face progressively gets darker and angrier when you tell him all of your problems. After you're finished, he squeezes his eyes shut and takes a few deep breaths to regain his composure.

❄️ So this is what has been going on? He's glad that you came to him with this. His controlling side gets the better of him as he tells you in an almost ordering tone that he'll arrange you to stay somewhere around him. He senses that you would take everything over going back to your family who is only concerned about a marriage you don't want to be part of. Hitsugaya has a lot of influence and even more connections too since he's th captain of the 10th Division. Aren't you lucky to know someone like him? He kind of puts some of his work back as he deems your problem as the one of more importance and when Rangiku finds out what's going on, she can't help but ask if he's behaving more brooding because he wants to be the one to marry you.

❄️ A single question that earns her one of the scariest glares Toshiro has ever given someone and after that she knows to shut up. He tries to get other captains he's on friendly terms with as little involved as possible though since he believes that he should solve this alone. Additionally he fears that someone would find out his hidden motives too since Rangiku is right. He's also so furious about the whole ordeal because he wants to be your husband. Your bully is definitely going to refuse marriage with you after Hitsugaya paid him a visit and threatened him indirectly and before your family can even blame you, they shut up after they've been visited by him too. He has made it obvious via his visits that you're under his protection and that messing with you will mean messing with him.

#yandere naruto #yandere naruto shippuden #yandere minato #yandere minato namikaze #yandere kushina #yandere kushina uzumaki #yandere mikoto #yandere mikoto uchiha #yandere temari #yandere gaara #yandere naruto uzumaki #yandere sasuke #yandere sasuke uchiha #yandere sakura #yandere sakura haruno #yandere ino #yandere ino yamanaka #yandere bleach #yandere ichigo #yandere kurosaki ichigo #yandere hitsugaya #yandere hitsugaya toshiro

[minhosimthings]

Skz and their most common nicknames in fics (+ reasons why I die for it)

Bang Christopher Chan: Babygirl. Alright I mean first of all he's our daddy because we are his babygirls. Second of all, I die for this because of HIS ACCENT. Whenever he says babygirl in that thick Aussie accent and does that stupidly adorable smile, my heart and melts and I go into this state of lovesickness and delusion but HEY it's not entirely my fault (Looking at you Mr Christopher)

Lee Minho: Kitten. Dude if you do not agree that Minho will call his s/o kitten, you are so wrong. It's the most cannon event thing out of all cannon events that Minho uses the name kitten, and I eat this up so much. This man's entire existence is basically cats. (I would know cause I'm his wife) Kitten is just so... romantically sensual. Like it's sexy and can be used in a very hot scene, but it's also so romantic, like Minho has a personalized nickname for you and it's just so skdjvdhehdbdbb sorry my brain is short circuiting rn.

Seo Changbin: Bunny. He's your Binnie, you're his bunny. Especially if you have bunny teeth, or just a bunny like personality, this is such a sweet nickname. Like imagine him just running up to you with a new song he made and saying 'bunny bunny! Look I made this for you!' or if you're in the gym he'd be like 'bunny do you want to do the weights now?' OSJDBSHSGSVSGH MY HEART CANT HANDLE THIS.

Hwang Hyunjin: Muse or flower. Another cannon event. Like babe I genuinely believe this man is someone who would be so whipped for his partner and dedicate his paintings to show his love towards them whenever he can't express them in words. As a painter myself, I am inspired by people around me a lot, so I feel like Hyunjin would also do that. Like if he proposed to you, he would paint a picture of your favourite flower and a ring and underneath the painting, it would be written 'A flower for my flower. Marry me, my muse?' I'm going into a Hyunjin limbo..... And I don't want to get out.

Han Jisung: literally anything cheesy as fuck. He would call you shit like 'my pookie wookie bear' and then look at you with those wide quokka eyes and you would just melt, but also internally cringe because of the nickname. Usually he would just call you 'babe' or 'jagiya' but sometimes his brain just tells him to give you a random burst of affection and then he does shit like this and then you're like how can you not love him? The boys found your contact in his phone one day and they still won't stop teasing you about it.

Lee Felix Yongbok: Sunshine or Cupcake. Yet another cannon event. Like how can you not look at this man and say he's not the embodiment of sunshine? You could take out the Sun from the solar system and replace him with it and I guarantee you, the world won't change one bit. He'd be your sunshine and you'd be his. Lighting up each other's life. He'd also call you his cupcake and when you'd ask him why he does that, he'd pull out a 3000 page document and one han Jisung to perform a song as to why he calls you what he does.

Kim Seungmin: Pup. Of course it's because of his puppy like personality and PuppyM! He would just stick to calling you 'babe' at the beginning of the relationship to keep up his tsundere reputation, but as he falls more in love with you, he'd call you 'pup' to remind you of how much joy you bring into his life. It physically hurts my tiny heart whenever I imagine a domestic relationship with him, when you are cooking and he just goes 'pup what are you making? It smells good.' (gonna go I need to sob in the corner now)

Yang Jeongin: honey. Alright listen LISTEN. That one clip of him saying 'honey mmmWAH' and blowing a kiss towards Stay before dancing with Minho, is just giving me massive brainrot. Honey is just such an old fashioned name and while he is the youngest of the group, his entire vibe sometimes just gives me vintage vibes. He would call you honey because you'd be the thing that brightens his day every day just like how honey sweetens his coffee. It's just so sweet and short and everytime he would go off to work in the morning, he'd give you a quick kiss and say 'bye honey' nope I can't do this my heart is too tiny.

#skz #stray kids #ot8 #bang chan #lee know #changbin #Hyunjin #han #felix #Seungmin #i.n #skz headcanons #bang christopher chan #lee minho #seo Changbin #hwang hyunjin #han jisung #lee felix yongbok #kim Seungmin #yang Jeongin #skz fluff #UGH MY HEART RIGHT NOW #i need some LOVE #gonna go annoy my gf #babe give me LOVE #alright she needs to type out her document I'll leave her for now and get some ramen #bye bye now #have a great day ahead

[lokischocolatefountain]

1. For Old Time’s Sake || Red Tape, Red Line

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Fandom: Narcos

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader

Rating: G (check ratings for each chapter)

Word count: 3.4k words

Summary: Javier runs into an old friend in DC.

A/N: Javier for Day 3! Thanks for the love for the last two fics. Here’s more and here’s my favorite- Javi. I do have a series of him in my Married!Javi fics. Buuuut, it doesn’t follow a chronological order. Unlike that, I’m trying to have a coherent storyline here. Writing a linear story happens to be my downfall so I’m gonna wait and see how this pans out. Hope you like the first instalment of this story!

Wallet, keys, ID, gun, badge.

He froze with his hand on the hotel side table holding only a generic lamp after he’d taken his possessions- wallet, keys, ID. There was no gun to slip into the back of his pants and no badge to strap on to his belt. After eight years of the routine, he’d grown used to the metal digging into his lower back, used to the danger it possessed and the illusion of safety it gave him.

When he’d woken up that night from an imagined bullet to his chest, he reached for it on the same table, his heart seizing up when he found it empty. The quiet streets of DC and the streetlights pouring in through the window helped ground him, told him where he was. He’d taken to repeating the mantra that had been helping him come to after his nightmares. You’re home. It’s over. You’re home. It’s over.

As he slipped into his suit jacket, he wondered if the mantra was even true anymore. When he told himself that it was over and he was home, did he mean the states? Because DC wasn’t home. But was the US home anymore? Laredo? Bogotá? Shit, if it wasn’t the first three, it definitely wasn’t that last one.

He bent down and pulled his suitcase out from under the bed, hand slipping inside to retrieve the red pack of Marlboros he stored inside. Everything was perfectly packed- shirts and pants ironed perfectly, socks rolled up and underwear folded neatly. With everything else in chaos in his life, this bit of orderliness brought him comfort. He once took some pride in how well he could pack his life up within minutes. Not since that hijo de puta rubbed in his face that despite his shit lifestyle, he had a wife and children to go home to. A family man, he’d called himself.

While he couldn’t even look his dad in the eye or bring himself to visit mom’s grave, men like Berna took themselves home to wives and children every night. It must need some level of delusion to be able to do so.

It wasn’t over. Nothing was over. He’d been fired- well, he resigned. Columbia was supposed to be behind him, but there was still work to be done, paperwork to write up, politicians to schmooze. As the day passed, he was passed around from desk to desk, bureaucrat to bureaucrat, all praising him or letting him know just how hard he’d made their lives. State, Defense, DOJ, CIA, the fucking White House— Javi of the past with the hot blood, wide eyes and the need to prove himself would be ecstatic to know where he’d land up in the future. He wouldn’t be too pleased with the journey, though.

He’d won.

At least that was what the ambassador had said. But it didn’t feel like it. While he’d grown up and let the cynicism of life get to him, there was still that younger Javi taking up too much space in his head, telling him that he had failed in what he’d set off to do and sold his soul in the process. That the last eight years had all been for naught. I went after Medellin and Cali and all I have to show for it is the fucking nightmares. Now that would make for a wonderful print on a t-shirt.

“Good afternoon, how may I help?”

“I have an appointment with The Assistant to the Chief of Staff. I’m Javier Peña,” he said, sliding his ID across the rich mahogany desk to the woman. She took his ID, checked her computer, his face, the ID, repeated the process and then slid the ID back to him.

“Mr. Peña, Mr. Reed is in another meeting right now, but he’ll be happy to see you once it’s over. I can direct you to our waiting room.”

Great.

He smiled, nodded and followed the woman through the state department his eyes roving over the workers as he wondered how many of them had to stay late nights to fuck up the progress he and his fellow agents made on the field. How many of them typed up letters from the Secretary of State with directives to back the fuck off right when he was about to nab a valuable target. How many of them were assigned to Colombia, how many to other countries where they played around in their own interests.

He’d always held these people with contempt and not much had changed. They got to sit in their cushy office with the nicest computers and air conditioning while he and his colleagues chased goons in the streets of a foreign country. These couch potatoes who wrote condemnations and pulled visas and told them how to do their fucking job as though they knew what it was like to have a kid threatening to kill you with a hand that was too small to be wrapped around a gun if you didn’t drop your own.

Did any of these people think about men like him? Think about what it was like when you lost yet another partner and had to live with the image of him bleeding out on the road as you woke up from yet another nightmare with yet another realization of what you should’ve done to save his life in that moment.

They did not, he decided when the clock ticked and ticked but there was no word for him. The receptionist came by once or twice to apologize on her boss’s behalf and offer him coffee. Coffee to add to his sleep deprivation? No thank you.

He politely declined both times, willing himself to not take his anger out on the poor woman. She was just doing her job.

When the clock hit six, he got off his chair and stepped out of the waiting room. He’d known frustration. More often than not, he was left clutching his head in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other as his lungs burned from the cigarette between his lips as another step in his mission failed spectacularly. He knew frustration, but nothing like this brand of idle frustration where you had nothing to do but sit on an uncomfortable chair in the office of some prick who got paid more money a year than he would make in his entire life for doing fucking nothing.

So much for being a hero.

“Javier?”

He stopped outside the elevator door, turning around to see the face that called out his name.

Goddamn.

Her name slipped out through his lips, his tongue rolling around with as much practiced ease as it had done all those years ago. She looked exactly the same, yet completely different. Slightly taller as she walked up to him with the same smile, lips painted a deep red. Her hair was down instead of up in a bun. Her eyes gleamed with the same light he’d found in them over a decade ago. Although there was a new addition— crinkles at the corners of her eyes when she smiled. She’d exchanged the more practical field uniform for a nice blouse and skirt. A matching jacket hung off her arm and her hand was wrapped around the handles of a handbag.

“What are you doing here?” They asked at the same time. They exchanged smiles and he followed as she lead him into the elevator.

“I was supposed to meet someone. A Mr. Reed.”

“Ah. He wasn’t here for most of the day. Some fire to put out.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah. Did they have you waiting the whole day?” She asked, removing the lanyard with her ID. She hissed when it caught in her hair and he stepped in, untangling the thing from her hair and taking it off for her. He took the card between her fingers and read her name out loud.

“Policy Analyst. Damn, Glasses,” he trailed, using her nickname from their time in Quantico. “You really did get yourself the nerdiest job. Can’t say I’m surprised.”

He handed her ID back to her and she shoved it into her bag, smiling at her nickname rather than shoving him like she used to. Or threatening to tell on him to their training officer. “Alright, Pissy Pants Peña. You got me.”

He let out a laugh at her rebuttal. The name surprised him just as it had the first time she used it against him in a moment of weakness even though she’d claimed that nicknames were “so unprofessional and rude. I will not call my fellow trainees rude names just to look cool around other trainees.” The first time was when he’d aggravated her more than usual and she spat out the name he’d earned when he had so much to drink that he pissed his pants.

“Are you free to grab a drink? It’ll be nice to catch up,” he asked, hopeful that a drink with an old friend would make his terrible day a little less terrible.

“As long as you don’t piss your pants,” she joked, lips curving up in an easy smile before she gave him a clear yes.

She took him to a nearby bar, a favorite of the State Department staff, she said. Many recognized her there, including the bartender who asked her if she’d like her usual.

“You don’t do tequila shots anymore, I’m guessing.”

“Ah, no,” he chuckled, thinking back to his training days when they went out and got drunk on the rare days off from their intensive routine. “These days, I—”

“Whiskey?”

“Yeah. How did you guess?”

“You look like a whiskey man. I can just picture you sitting in a dark corner of a bar, all alone and serious, avoiding paperwork or thinking about how to bend the rules.”

“Oh? That so?”

“Mhmm,” she said, sipping on her glass of red wine. She was always a wine drinker. A wine snob, one might say. She did that little swirl that wine drinkers did, took a whiff of the drink and then a small sip.

“Is that part of your job as policy analyst? Analyzing lonely men in bars and guessing what’s in their heads…”

“No, but I’ve had to creep on lonely men drinking their whiskeys in my last job.”

“Oh? What was that?”

“CIA Operative.”

He raised an eyebrow at that. She didn’t seem the CIA type. But then again, it could be his generally positive regard for her and negative regard for the CIA that made it hard for him to imagine her being part of those bastards.

“And you left because?”

“I found out that I had to do things I didn’t want to do in order to survive in the CIA. Didn’t have the stomach for it. I thought that if I just followed all the rules and did my job, I could succeed, but…” she sighed before taking a sip of her drink. “I learned that doing the right thing and doing my job contradicted each other a bit too much.”

Under the dim light that hung above her head, she didn’t look as naïve as she used to. Following every little rule will get you nowhere, Glasses. He’d made fun of her for it several times, told her she didn’t know what the real world was like, that she was in for a big shock. Little did he know that he would be in for just as much shock if not more. While she was intent on doing everything by the book, she at least knew that certain things could never change. Her ambitions weren’t too big. While he and their other classmates talked big about changing the fucking world, she said she just wanted to do her part, just help things along. She saw the nuts and bolts of the machine, know how the gears turned and pointed to every mechanism that would stop him from realizing his lofty dream of “winning the war on drugs, baby!”

“There is no war. It’s just money and politics and even more money. And a fuckload of racism.”

Javi of the past chided her for her cynicism, but if she told him that now, he would buy her a drink.

“Oh and there was the time I got shot, so I can’t really be on the field anymore. My insides are too messed up,” she said, moving the fabric of her shirt aside to reveal a healed bullet wound peeking out from under her bra strap. “Guadalajara. And this is just one of seven. The guy was a terrible shot, though. And my surgeon was fucking amazing, so I live to tell the tale.”

“A lot has happened, huh?” He remarked, considering her wound carefully as he wondered where the other six bullets had hit her body. The knowledge that she’d look completely different underneath her clothes compared to what he remembered covering in kisses infuriated him. He needed to relearn the body he should’ve taken more time to learn. To strip the proper clothing off her and acquaint himself with what was new and reacquaint himself with the familiar. Would he even remember what was new? Was the one time enough for him to register her in his mind?

“Hmm yeah. A lot. Like your work with the cartels. You and your guys always found a way to get on our nerves in State.”

“Oh?” He feigned innocence. “I didn’t know I was pissing you off, Glasses. I’m sorry.”

“Aww, he’s sorry. Don’t even try me, Peña. It was almost like you and what’s the other guy’s name…? Murphy? Like you two were fucking shit up just to get on my nerves. And then Duffy and Lopez. Duffy always pissed me off, but then he and Lopez had to go have their faces plastered on the papers. I thought it was just some other Javier Peña but then that happened and I was sure it was you.”

“I didn’t ask Duffy and Lopez to do that, I swear. They did that all on their own.”

“Really? I knew you and Duffy were close back in the day. And it looked like something you would do, breaking the rules like that.”

“Now give me some credit, hermosa. Maybe I’ve learned to follow the rules a little in the past few years.”

“As one of the people who had to put out the fires you started, I’ll have to disagree respectfully.”

“I’m surprised I have your respect now. I didn’t have a modicum of that back then.”

“Oh, it wasn’t that bad. I had some respect for you.”

“That so?”

“Yeah. You always…you wanted to do the right thing. We have differences of opinion on what the right thing was, but you always wanted to choose the option that would do the most good. I always admired that.”

“I’m not that person anymore.” He was the man who lied to his agents that the Ambassador did not prioritize the safety of their Cali insider. He was the man who got into bed with Los Pepes and did it again to rescue Christina Jurado. Whatever good she’d seen in him fizzled away the moment things got hard for him. He wondered how she would’ve done it. Had he been the type to follow rules like her, would he have kept his soul intact?

“I’m not surprised. I’m not the same person either. No glasses for one,” she joked, getting a light chuckle out of him. Her light demeanor dulled just a little and he could see through her eyes some kind of darkness that wasn’t there before.

“Things are rarely as we expect when we’re at the heart of the problem. Making the right choice is more…complex because— we have to choose between option that will all hurt people terribly in one way or the other.”

He nodded and took a sip of his drink, his mind reeling with all the times he needed to make decisions like that. They tended to be a lot more complex that he imagined when he was young and idealistic.

“Job like that, if it doesn’t change you, are you even human?”

“Right,” he said, not fully agreeing with the sentiment. The standards were completely different for the two of them. Sure, she would’ve faced those choices in the CIA. But she left. Long ago, he assumed, from her senior position at the State Department.

Whatever she had to do as CIA operative, it made her leave. Unlike him, she had the moral clarity to do it as early as she did. She looked more at ease now.

Maybe it was the fact that she had a cushy office job now, but the perpetual tension in her shoulders was missing. He’d prefer her version of change to his. Perhaps he should take up an office job, be relaxed, sit back at a desk and attend meetings about when to have meetings. His body sure couldn’t handle the field anymore. His knees and ankles still felt his jump from a balcony when he chased Jurado in Curaçao.

As much as he liked condemning himself to hell for his sins, as much as he liked withering away in shame when people heaped him with praises, it felt good to be on the receiving end of her empathy. The job did change everyone. If Glasses, the goody two shoes, stickler for the rules, ultimate teacher’s pet could understand that… Maybe he should too. If the field had changed someone like her, of course it changed him.

“So, umm… it’s getting late,” she said, looking up from her watch. “I have a rule about not having more than two drinks and,” she held up her second glass, half a sip of red wine resting in the bottom. “I had an early day today and will have an earlier day tomorrow. I got a meeting.”

Shoulders slumped, he nodded at her slowly. He didn’t want her to leave, didn’t want to lose the piece of a much calmer past. “It was great seeing you again, Glasses.”

“Likewise, Triple P.”

He tilted his head to one side, smiling at the new nickname. “Pissy Pants Peña is quite the mouthful, so… And it would be weird if my bosses heard it. We aren’t in our early twenties anymore and stupid shit like this could ruin a career.”

“Well, I no longer have a career to be ruined, so… But thanks anyway,” he said, reaching into his back pocket for his wallet.

“Nah ah ah,” she said in a sing-song voice, reaching into her bag. “You’re in my city, I’m not letting you pay. It’s bad manners.”

“Is it now?” he said, sliding a wad of cash across the bar to the bartender. “Is that one of your rules?”

“It is. You’re a guest in D.C. and it’s poor hospitality to not buy you a drink,” she said before turning to the bartender. “Josh, don’t take his money,” she said, handing the man some dollar bills from her purse. Josh ignored Javier’s money and took hers instead, alluding to whatever loyalty he had for her. She did say that the place was a State Department favorite. It made sense that she was on a first name basis with the guy.

He thumbed his mustache, the bristles scratching his finger gently. “What if I have a rule about that? That it’s poor manners to make a beautiful woman pay for her drinks and mine…”

“Then I’d expect you to say thank you for aiding you in your rule-breaking. I know how you love to do that.”

He grinned and licked his lips slowly, taking her in as she walked ahead of him. She never wore clothes like that before, pencil skirts that hugged her ass and high heeled shoes that made her hips sway in the most mesmerizing rhythm. As though feeling his stare, she turned around suddenly, making his head whip up so fast he could’ve broken his neck. Or it was just his old age.

“So, umm…Lunch sometime? We could continue this conversation,” she said, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Or not!” She added quickly. Painted fingernails scratched at each other, chipping away at the already lightly chipped red paint. “I know you’re really busy.”

“Never too busy for you, Glasses. Drinks again tomorrow night?”

“Yup. I’ll see you here at 6:30? If my schedule doesn’t change too much, that is.”

“6:30 is good.”

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[eunxhan]

❝ You are my object of admiration, my precious and perfect possession. You're mine and only mine. From now on, you will always belong to me, and I'll always praise you and worship you ❞

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Ꮺ 😻 Requested ⨾ Hiii just 😻 Anon passing by again, I wanted to request one final time (for now) a simple yan! bloody marry, Btw luv your writing, Thanks!

Ꮺ Eun Replies ⨾ Hello! I'm so grateful for your request and I'm happy you came by again, Your kind words hit my heart. I love her character and how they design her.

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Ꮺ Disclaimer — I do not condone this kind of behavior in real life situations. Unhealthy relationship, violence, delusion, observation. English is not my main!

Reader & Genre ⨾ GN!reader, ( You, They/them, Darling, Beloved ), Can be seen as platonic and/or romantic

Words used ⨾ 8,100 ( 18 headcanons )

Character ⨾ BLOODY QUEEN / BLOODY MARY

Links ⨾ My Navigation and Mandates

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I view her as a possessive and controlling type of yandere. She would have deep and intense feelings for her object of affection, and a strong desire for exclusive companionship and ownership. Her possessive behaviors would likely involve a willingness to monopolize the affection of the one she loves and a need to control and possess them. She would likely see herself as entitled to the sole attention and devotion of the person she is obsessed with, and would probably use manipulative and aggressive methods to ensure she is the only one who has access to her beloved.

She's very observant when it comes to her object of affection. She would pay close attention to all their behaviour, movements, and actions in order to maintain a high level of control. She would likely be highly aware of any potential threats to her dominance and control over the one she loves, and would be quick to take action and make sure that the one she loves remains dedicated to her and only her.

Mary constantly noticing and observing the minute details of their behaviors and actions. This attention and observation include a heightened awareness of their emotions, thoughts and feelings, allowing her to quickly pick up on subtle shifts and changes in their moods and states of mind. No dear, of course she will not use your emotions against you. She just love watching you.

She's easily jealous and prone to intense episodes of possessiveness when the reader is with other survivors. She would likely become extremely controlling over her beloved, demanding absolute exclusivity and ownership over the reader. Any presence or interactions of darling with other survivors would likely cause intense feelings of jealousy and insecurity in blood queen, causing her to respond with anger, aggression and a desire to remove or eliminate any competitors for the Darling's attention and affection.

She'll become extremely possessive and clingy, demanding excessive attention and time from the reader. She would likely become extremely possessive and possessive over her darling, demanding them only interact with her and no one else. She would likely resort to stalking, spying to ensure their attention and affection remained solely with her. She'll show extreme levels of jealousy and aggression towards any perceived romantic competitors for the reader's affection.

She'll manifest in her intense and unhealthy fixation on her beloved, to the point of losing sight of the difference between fantasy and reality. She would likely start to lose the ability to differentiate between their actions and behaviors in reality and those in her fantasies. She would likely act as if she is actually in a relationship with Darling, and would start to act as if they have actual real feelings for her, blurring the lines between the relationship she wants the two of them to have and the actual state of the relationship.

she's likely be plagued by recurring, intrusive thoughts or urges about her darling, such as the need to possess and control over you, or the need to keep you in her life. These urges would likely manifest in her obsession with you and her obsession with owning the you.

Mary would suffer intense feelings of anxiety and discomfort when those urges or thoughts are not being satisfied or followed, and struggle to function regularly unless she is able to fulfill those urges.

She would likely feel frustrated and angry that you're avoiding her, feeling as if you're purposely not interacting with her and trying to snub her. Bloody queen would likely react with more obsessive behaviors, becoming even more possessive and controlling of you in an attempt to force the reader to interact with her and give her attention. She would likely become even more intense and aggressive, becoming more volatile and unpredictable to force you to stop avoiding her.

Bloody queen would react with extreme anger and aggression if her beloved always hit her with the reality that you don't care or love her. She would likely feel hurt by the rejection, and would likely respond with a strong display of anger and hostility, potentially leading to violence and an attempt to hurt you.

Mary would not handle the rejection well, and would likely respond with more obsessive and controlling behaviors that could lead to a greater level of aggression and hostility.

If she felt rejected and ignored by you during trials, she would likely become very angry and aggressive. would likely feel deeply hurt, angry and insulted by the rejection, and might not be able to control her violent impulses or outbursts. She would likely want to cause physical damage to the reader as well as psychological damage, and an attack would likely be a way to do both.

She would likely attack the reader as a way of venting her frustration and expressing her anger at the reader for not giving her attention and affection. She will launch violent attacks towards you, trying to harm and even kill the player as a way to express her angry and aggressive feelings. She would likely want to make you feel the same way she feels, and would likely want to inflict a similar level of pain and damage that you have caused her.

She would act soft and gentle towards you in certain situations. She'll become soft and gentle when you're showing a level of kindness and compassion towards her that you do not normally have during trials.

There are some cases where you may see a softer side of Bloody queen in certain special events. Mary could show mercy or kindness towards the reader in these situations. Her sudden gentleness toward her darling would be jarring and unexpected after her usual hostile and aggressive behavior, but it would also be refreshing to you.

Though she is known for her violent and aggressive behavior, Bloody queen has also been known to express some gentleness and affection towards the one she loves, and dolling you up could be a way she expresses a softer and kinder side of her. Dolling up her beloved would likely involve applying makeup, hairstyling and dressing them in a way that emphasizes your beauty and appeal to Mary.

Bloody queen likely have a desire to see the one she loves look and feel their best, and this would manifest in her dolling up her lover. She would likely pick out nice clothing, accessories, or hair and makeup that she thinks suits you, and would likely feel proud of the appearance and beauty she has bestowed upon the person she loves.

Bloody queen sees you as a source of satisfaction and validation for her obsessive behaviors and her attachment to you. She would likely want to please you and make you happy, and would likely consider your praise and worship as the highest form of attention and affection.

However, her worship of you would likely be in a somewhat dominant and controlling manner, rather than truly praising and worshiping you as a superior being. Bloody queen might express her praise and worship towards you, but with the intention of reminding and enforcing that you're within her control, and also to further express her authority and dominance in the relationship.

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Ꮺ ⨾ I DO NOT CONSENT TO MY WORK BEING COPIED OR TRANSLATED.

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[hvghes]

right where you left me ft. tyler duke

Friends break up, friends get married strangers get born, strangers get buried

tyler and his childhood best friend had finally gotten together during their first year of college. they both attended osu together it being both of their dream schools. she attended every on of his games and he attended all of her events. she was a smart girl always getting awards and he never missed one of them. she helped him study to maintain good grades and he was her emotional support.

Trends change, rumors fly through new skies

everything was perfect. the first year of college was one of the best, especially since tyler finally got the courage to get his girl. but towards the end of his hockey season there were rumors of tyler transferring. the young y/n never wanted to bring it up because tyler would never leave. but little did she know the rumors were true.

Help, I'm still at the restaurant still sitting in a corner I haunt cross-legged in the dim light they say, "What a sad sight”

every saturday night was date night. the two were at their normal go to diner for a date. celebrating the good of the end of Tyler’s season. as much as y/n didn’t want to bring up the rumors it was eating her alive.

“ty, are you transferring to umich?” and he paused midway of eating setting his utensils down looking down. that was enough for her answer. she got up placing some money on the table before leaving. she was about to lose the man who taught her what real love was.

You left me no choice but to stay here forever

tyler came by to her dorm the next morning to talk. “look i don’t want you to give up your dreams just because i am moving. osu was always your dream school since we were both little. yes it was mines but my main dream was to play hockey with dylan. you’re my world y/n but i don’t want to be in the way of your dreams. we’re over.”

Did you hear about the girl who lives in delusion? breakups happen every day, you don't have to lose it

she tried her best to continue going on with life. during her second year her grades slipped. she stopped caring about school. she stopped caring about herself. she still went to the diner every Saturday night in hopes he’d be there one day.

I, I stayed there dust collected on my pinned-up hair

she couldn’t bear going to any of the hockey games. although she became friends with some of tylers old teammates, she still couldn’t pull herself together to go. they felt awful. they knew how hard the break up was. what she didn’t know that tyler would ask them how shes doing. he felt terrible. his old teammates didn’t sugar coat her state she was in. they were honest. tyler went through the worst being away from his girl.

And it's been so long but if you ever think you got it wrong I'm right where you left me

sophmore year was coming to an end. so was hockey season. but of course the one year of tyler and y/n being over ended up on the day where umich was in town for a game. it was on a saturday night and y/n didn’t bother going. instead she sat in the corner booth where her and tyler shared their first kiss, where he took her on their first date, where he officially asked her to be his. where all their happy memories laid until the rumors of him leaving was confirmed. thats when the once happy corner booth turned into a nightmare. she hadn’t realized how long she was there until one of the workers who always served her and tyler found her sleeping and asked her if everything’s alright. to which she said everything was fine and paid for her bill and as soon as she got up to leave she saw him. her person was here for the first time in way too long.

tags: @drysdalesv

#tyler duke #osu hockey #umich hockey

[tamurilofrivendell]

Beauty and the Beast | Chapter 15

Previous Chapters [1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14] Read on AO3 [x]

Pairing: Thranduil/Fem. Reader Summary: A Beauty and the Beast inspired tale with Thranduil the Elvenking and a human reader from a nearby village Taglist: @captainchrisstan​, @rebleforkicks​, @yjrevolution​, @majahu, @honey-wine, @accio-boys​, @achromaticerebus​, @solomonssimp​, @tired-ass-show-girl​, @dreamlessnight​, @daddy-long-legolas​,

“We have been in this damn, cursed forest for two days!” Oeric cried, kicking at a large tree root that was sticking up from the ground beneath his dirty boots. He had followed your father and Vermund in here to look for you, though he didn’t particularly care whether you were in town or you weren’t. Still, he was one to blindly follow Vermund, not having it in him to say no to the other man.

“Come, Oeric. Keep your wits about you, we must be getting close.” Vermund stated, though he was secretly frustrated himself as he eyed the back of your father’s head in front of him.

“Keep my wits...” Oeric muttered darkly, scowling at the ground as he continued to put one foot in front of the other. He could barely see and his head felt all heavy, like some enormous weight was pressing down upon him, trying to bury him beneath these trees. “We’ll be lucky if we last another night, we’re running out of water.”

“Ah, there’s a river somewhere, I’m pretty sure.” Vermund said loudly over his shoulder. He hadn’t bothered to try and practice any stealth since coming into these woods, though he didn’t really want to run into any of the Woodmen... or the elves, particularly, though he was mostly entertaining your father’s delusions. He was pretty sure you were not with the elves. They would not have let your father go if they’d had him. Vermund was pretty sure your father was just losing his mind - he’d been cracking for years now in the eyes of the townspeople, and you’d been following in his footsteps with your ideas and your silly hobbies. He’d be sure to knock that out of you when he finally found and married you.

Your father, who had been frantically staring ahead of him trying to keep his mind steady, came to a sudden halt and whipped around at the words that had left Vermund’s mouth. His thoughts took him back to the river he’d stopped to drink out of when he had gotten lost in these same woods. “No!” He practically shouted. “That river is cursed, you must not drink from it!” He insisted. “You will lose your mind!”

“Hey, hey. No need to shout, old man.” Vermund held his hands up in mock defeat, really just wanting to strike the man across the face but that would only get in the way of his plans to take you as his wife. “It is only water, do not--”

“No!” Your father shouted again, desperation in his eyes, as he stepped forward and grabbed hold of the collar of Vermund’s shirt to give him a shake. He had to understand that would only lead to madness! It had caused him to do things that he would never have done and he regretted hurting that fair-haired elf.

“Get your hands--” Vermund never finished his sentence because in the next moment, an arrow was aimed directly at his left eye and another was aimed at the back of Oeric’s head.

The library was silent and you kept shifting uncomfortably, fidgeting as you did your best to keep your gaze trained upon the book you were holding. You had been entirely engrossed in it before Thranduil had come into the room and you probably would still be if he had actually left you alone. You knew that you could stand up and leave any time you liked (right?) but some part of you was determined not to give him the satisfaction of knowing you were uncomfortable because of his presence.

He had allowed you access to this library and had let you wander fairly freely after returning to his halls, but you still weren’t sure if you could trust him. You were having a hard time matching up the arrogant, cruel king who you had first met, with the kindness the same man had shown you only days ago. Still, you registered, you were no longer terrified of him.

Thranduil was watching you from the corner of his eye, though you would not have been able to tell. He was thoroughly amused by the way you seemed completely unable to sit still and, yes, he knew the reason. Truthfully, he couldn’t have given a reason for his staying here if he had been asked. He wasn’t sure if he would have been able to give a reason for his intercepting Myleth and the tray of food either. He could easily have allowed her to continue and deliver the meal to you herself and you would have been none the wiser.

Eventually, you could take it no longer and gave up the fight, closing the book and standing up to return it to the shelf you’d gotten it from. Thranduil didn’t move a muscle as you turned to glance at him just briefly. You hoped he didn’t notice but he absolutely did, though the only movement he made was to lazily turn the page of the book in his hands.

Swallowing, you eyed the tray and decided that you shouldn’t leave it there. Not only was it rude, it was disrespectful. You weren’t here to live, you knew you were still technically a prisoner here and even if that weren’t the case, he likely viewed you as beneath even his lowest staff member.

You turned to pick the tray up, careful as you turned around to make for the door. You didn’t think you would be able to find your way to the kitchens so you decided you would just take it to your room and Myleth could help you in the morning. Once you were on your feet, you were suddenly aware of just how tired you were and how late it must be.

Stifling a yawn was your undoing.

Before you even knew what was happening, the tray was slipping from your grasp and you could feel your legs giving out beneath you. A curse slipped from your mouth as you did your best to steady yourself before you hit the floor. Though you needn’t have bothered as, a second later, strong arms were circling your waist and pulling you upright as the contents of the tray scattered across the floor.

After a brief shock, you looked up to once more meet Thranduil’s gaze, this time seeing mirth shining in his eyes as he looked back at you. At least he doesn’t look angry, you thought. With any luck, he wouldn’t tell you off too badly for the tray. You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment as you looked at him, realising just how close he was actually holding you. When he’d caught you, your hands had come up to clutch his forearms and you hadn’t let go yet. When you realised you were still gripping him and that too many seconds had passed to make it appropriate, you immediately let go and lowered your gaze.

Holding in a chuckle, Thranduil lowered his arms, letting you go. He stepped back and turned his head, surveying the mess. “Perhaps it would have been wiser for you to have retired for the night sooner?”

Biting your lip, you willed your cheeks not to flush with pure embarrassment, and turned in the direction of the mess. “I.. I apologise, Your Maj--My King.” You quickly corrected yourself in a panic, remembering his conversation with you in the throne room after you had traded places with your father. You did not need to give him any more reasons to hate you, you needed your life here to be as easy as it possibly could be... for someone trapped here. “I will clean it immediately.”

Thranduil winced inwardly as he listened to your nervous rambling. His face remained impassive as he studied you. He watched you move to bend down so you could clean up the tray you had spilled but he stepped forward again, taking hold of your upper arm - gently - and pulled you back. When you looked up, he shook his head. “Somebody else shall see to it.” He told you. “You should rest.” There was another silence as he let go and moved towards the door and pulled it open, glancing back towards you. “Allow me to escort you to your room.”

#thranduil x reader #thranduil x you #thranduil fanfiction #thranduil fanfic #lotr x reader #lotr fanfiction #lotr fanfic #hobbit fanfic #hobbit x reader #beauty and the beast

[luanna801]

I saw a post recently to the effect of “If you’re going to do the reincarnated wife plot in Dracula, it would at least make more sense if Dracula’s reincarnated love was Renfield”, and I think that’s a very intriguing thought, but I’d like to suggest an alternative idea that’s taken over my brain lately: Renfield as Van Helsing’s offscreen “mad wife”, who we briefly hear mentioned in the book but never see or learn any details about.

Let me just lay out my case here:

Van Helsing has a wife who, we’re told, is mentally ill and presumably in an asylum. Her mental breakdown is often assumed to have had something to do with Dracula, even though there’s nothing in the text that explicitly suggests this.

Renfield is a man around Van Helsing’s age (presumably - Renfield is explicitly 59, and Van Helsing seems to be middle-aged) who’s mentally ill and in an asylum. His mental illness is often assumed to have been caused by Dracula, although there’s nothing in the text that explicitly suggests this.

We never see Van Helsing’s wife onscreen, nor do we learn any details about her as a person, her relationship with Van Helsing, or the events that led her to where she is at the time of the book. It’s often theorized to be in some way connected with the death of Van Helsing’s son (also briefly mentioned but not elaborated on), which I think makes sense, but again, we know no details. Did she have a breakdown from the grief of losing her son, or did the same thing that killed Van Helsing Jr drive her out of her mind? Or is it a bit of both?

Van Helsing obviously couldn’t go around referring to a “husband” or male lover in the Victorian era, so it makes total sense that (when he can get away with it) he’d refer to having lost a “wife” to make people understand the kind of grief he’s talking about without giving himself away.

Now, to be clear, I absolutely don’t think this is canon, nor does it work seamlessly as an interpretation of canon. There are a number of nuances in canon that point against it - let’s start by looking at Van Helsing’s full statement about his wife:

“... and me, with my poor wife dead to me, but alive by Church’s law, though no wits, all gone—even I, who am faithful husband to this now-no-wife...”

“By Church’s law” means that the Church still considers them married despite Mrs. Van Helsing’s condition, which obviously makes no sense for a relationship between two men that the Church wouldn’t have recognized in the first place. And that would be a very random thing for Van Helsing to throw in there if it wasn’t true.

Also, this is a very delicate topic (and the whole thing touches uncomfortably close to ableism, obviously), but... the way Van Helsing talks about his wife here - “dead to me, though alive by Church’s law”, “no wits, all gone” - makes me picture someone who isn’t as lucid and aware as Renfield seems to be. Like maybe someone who’s in a catatonic state, or who’s so completely lost her sense of reality that she wouldn’t even recognize Van Helsing or be able to interact with him in anything approaching a normal way anymore.

So no, I don’t think it 100% works within canon - but what’s striking to me is how seamlessly it fits into the canon framework if an adaptation or AU fic chose to go this route, while also bringing a ton of new dramatic and emotional potential to the table.

And I can see them making sense as a couple, is the thing. They’re both very intelligent, creative, and intellectually curious (and, perhaps, a bit high-handed at times). Jack writes that Van Helsing has “an absolutely open mind” and “his views are as wide as his all-embracing sympathy” - despite being a scientist whose work is rooted in facts and logic, he’s willing to consider ideas that others might consider absolutely crazy, like the existence of vampires. And the same, of course, is true of Renfield as well. He’s not just a crazy person with random crazy delusions - there’s a clear logic behind the ideas he’s pursuing, and one that isn’t even entirely bizarre when we consider that he exists in a world where vampirism is real.

The way Renfield systematically sets up investigating his theories, moving from one carefully planned stage to another and recording the results in his notebook at each phase, is like a twisted science experiment (again, something Jack specifically notes about him). And I wonder if there isn’t a clue to his past life there: Maybe once upon a time he was doing actual science experiments - unconventional ones, to be sure, maybe pursuing ideas that other people would dismiss as ridiculous, but not anything twisted or harmful. And I can imagine Van Helsing being absolutely fascinated by the work he was doing - that both of them, in fact, would have valued having someone they could always brainstorm with and discuss any idea, without the limitations that narrower minds might place on them.

I’m also kind of obsessed with the dramatic potential of the fact that the first time they interact face-to-face in the book is the scene where Renfield is begging to be let out of the asylum. Like imagine if up to that point, everything’s played out exactly the way it does in the novel - you have the scene of Van Helsing talking about his “wife” (maybe even in a bit more detail, in a scene where he’s trying to comfort Jack or something?), and you have Renfield having his whole plot unfold, and there’s absolutely no hint that there’s any connection between the two. And then suddenly you have that scene, and from the second Van Helsing walks into the room you see that immediate moment of recognition between him and Renfield.

And Jack is oblivious to this, going through the rounds of introducing everybody, and meanwhile Van Helsing and Renfield are just staring at each other in absolute silence. Like cannot take their eyes off each other, the rest of the gang might as well not even be there.

Until, before Jack can get up to Van Helsing’s introduction, Renfield very calmly and clearly says “Hello, Abraham.”

And like, how does that change Van Helsing’s reaction when Renfield starts pleading??? Would he beg Jack to go along with it? Or would he just be standing there frozen, not trusting himself to speak in case his feelings are clouding his ability to think clearly?? How much of an emotional punch does it add to the scene if Renfield can turn to him and say “You used to trust me before; why won’t you trust me now??”

Bear in mind, even in canon Van Helsing admits if it had been up to him, he would have been about to let Renfield go (at least, up until “that last hysterical outburst”). How much more might that be the case if he has an emotional connection to this man on top of everything else?

I think, if it was up to me, I wouldn’t directly tie Dracula into their backstory - that feels too pat and simplistic IMO. But I think I’d have it that their son was preyed on and eventually killed by a vampire, and they didn’t realize what was happening in time to save him. Afterwards, their attempts to piece together what had happened account for both the fact that Van Helsing clearly has some pre-existing knowledge of vampires (but is clearly not the expert vampire hunter pop culture often portrays him as), and also the cause of Renfield’s current obsession. I can imagine the grief and trauma of having lost his son, along with the unreality of starting to understand that something totally outside of the normal world did it, taking a toll on his probably already-not-great mental health until his attempts to solve what happened spiral into a full-on breakdown and end up with the obsession with vampirism we see in the novel.

(How do they have a son as a gay couple in the Victorian era, you ask? I honestly don’t think it’s that hard to justify. You can either say Van Helsing did previously have a wife and was widowed, or that it’s an orphaned kid one of them took in as a ward and considered their son (similar to Jonathan’s situation with Mr. Hawkins, perhaps?)).

I don’t think it was bad, at all, for the novel to leave some things up to the reader’s imagination, but I also really love how this idea allows us to take two tiny scraps of backstory which are either only vaguely hinted at (Van Helsing’s) or almost completely unaddressed (Renfield’s), and combine them into something which can add a lot of depth and emotional impact for both characters. It takes those hints that we know from canon, and even some of the more well-known theories attempting to fill in those gaps, and combines them  into one story that (to me) seems to fit together seamlessly while also fleshing things out beyond canon. It gives us a totally different picture of who Renfield was before he was in the asylum - a brilliant and unconventional scientific mind, a man who had a partner and son he loved and loves deeply - and a sense of everything he lost. And at the same time, it takes Van Helsing’s lost love from being a nameless and faceless woman we know literally nothing about, to a character who’s a major part of the narrative and who we get the chance to know in depth in his own right.

I just think there’s a lot of potential there, if a retelling of Dracula ever chooses to go that route.

#dracula #dracula daily #abraham van helsing #r.m. renfield #rm renfield #van helsing jr. #headcanon #books #literature #bram stoker #love #romance #shipping #rambling

[abibliophobiaa]

Beyond Chapter Three Preview…

I had a bit of an unfortunate accident this weekend that has me a little delayed on my update schedule. I’m hoping for tomorrow, but if not, likely Tuesday. So here is a preview for chapter three of “Beyond,” wherein you’re about to get fake married to modernday!rich!husband steve harrington.

💍

“Wow,” he breathes out, swiping his palms against the front of the black tux, eyes roving your form. “You look—wow.”

“I, ah, thank you.” You allow your eyes trail his form. The head to toe dress attire, the effortlessness in which he holds himself. Handsome, disturbingly so, and he never acts like he’s fully aware of the effect he has. “You clean up well, Mr. Harrington.”

He chuckles and suddenly you’re just a girl, and he’s just a boy, standing in a room together, taking in one another. It’s a slow perusal. Him, handsome as ever, in all black, save for the little floral arrangement on his chest that mirrors the one you’ll be carrying when you walk down the aisle, the glasses he’s wearing for the evening, and the gold watch around his wrist.

“Are you okay?”

He steps closer, hand extending slightly before it drops back to his side. Like he thinks better of it, like he doesn’t feel right about being near to you. It’s been that way since your bachelorette party. Since the moment he kissed you and forgot that next morning. The look in his eye when he stated plainly he didn’t remember much at all about the moment where you wondered, if only briefly, that there might be something more to this arrangement than two people entering a business deal.

From that moment on, he’d made himself very busy, and you spoke little. Figured it was likely better that way. No way to muddle the lines established in your fake marriage. Better now than when you’re deeper into the arrangement, and delusion might have arisen.

But now, in this moment, you need that nearness. Crave the touch of the only other person who understands what you’re going through. The only other person who appreciates the depth of the nervousness pooling in your belly. Circling around your heart like a vice. Clawing at your lungs to leave you breathless.

“I’m just nervous,” you admit, trying to keep the frustrated tears at bay by inhaling deeply. He moves closer, thumb brushing along your right hand to where you’ve moved your engagement ring until after the ceremony when it’s joined by your wedding ring. “We’re doing something absolutely insane.”

“Completely,” he agrees, and those fingers drag along the inside of your palm. Your fingers reflexively tighten around his, comforting warmth seeping into flesh. “But you can say the word and I’ll call it off now.”

“You’ll let me be a runaway bride?”

It’s a watery laugh that prompts Steve to grip your other palm in hand as well, giving both a gentle squeeze. Your eyes wander downward to the two tethers anchoring you to earth in this moment, then to the kind face of the man who is to be your husband in minutes.

“Just say the word and I’ll come up with an excuse why it couldn’t happen.”

“No. No. I’m marrying you today, Steve.”

He blows out an exhale. A stray hair falls down into his eyes at the motion, and your fingers hesitantly reach up to push at it. His stare pierces you, hazel eyes warm as you card your fingers through dark locks, feeling them shift and move beneath your fingertips, impossibly soft and lush.

Gently, ever so gently the hand curling in your right one loosens and circles your wrist like a bracelet. Rests briefly over your frantic pulse point, before trailing along the back of your arm. Faint brushes of skin back and forth, back and forth, loosening that breath presently hitched tight in your chest.

“How about this,” he begins, eyes darting to where gooseflesh starts to prickle along your skin. You chalk it up to the AC unit in the bridal suite, meant to block out the heat of the city in summer. “When you walk down the aisle, you only look at me. Don’t look at anyone else, okay? It’s just you and me out there, no one else matters. Eyes on me.”

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#lunalovessteve #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader