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โYouโll never have to work a day.โ He said, eyes pouring straight into your own and a self assured tone just about anyone would falter to. If he was a stranger you might have hesitated to believe his words, assumed him to be a scammer of some sort but you knew him well enough to know his offer could very well be possible. Especially when his family amassed enough wealth to make even the concept of money virtually worthless.
As you looked around trying to calm your nerves you noticed how much more shabby your clothes looked, compared to his suit that fit well enough to have been sewn straight onto his body. Your skin was much more rough looking compared to his and your eyes adorned in dark circles as a result of sleepless nights.
โAll you have to do is say yes.โ He continued, a small smile on his face as he slid an envelope towards you. You had done everything in your power to avoid him, you werenโt friends or even acquaintances of any sort anymore. If anything you were waiting for him to break out laughing at the slightest sign of your acceptance, revealing this all to be a sick joke or the result of a lost bet. But for him, this was the day he had counted every second to reach.
/
While Reo Mikage focused on enjoying himself throughout his university years, with employment practically secured at his family's company the moment he graduates, you were famous for the opposite. [name] the straight A student who wouldnโt miss a lecture even if disaster struck, the one that barely spoke and rarely if ever attended any social events.
At first, it was curiosity, you were brought up in a conversation and Reo couldnโt help but want to know more. Then it became a habit, to locate you in the lecture hall unconsciously, to anticipate your voice when the professor took attendance or to ask in advance if you were going to attend any extracurricular. He couldnโt help but notice your little habits and become further enamored each passing day.
It was still an innocent love but it was all tainted in filth that one night, a club activity that got extended into a group dinner with alcohol flowing as in any gathering of students, Reo felt tipsy but it was nothing compared to you who was flushed red even though you refused most drinks. Maybe it was the drunk courage that led him to corner you outside where nobody could see. His lips landed on yours and before he could process what he was doing, he felt a rush surge through him as he was sure now, sure that the emotions rushing through him were much more than a passing fascination.
Mikage Reo was the type of man that just passed life by, he was just an empty shell with nothing inside. Things like money or sex didnโt mean much to him but right now a mere kiss had him salivating for more like an animal in heat. That night he did something he knew he shouldnโt have and dragged you to a hotel room. He knew you would barely remember any of it and like a coward he took advantage of it. It would be a rough start but he could handle it, he would get you to accept him once morning came. But as the premature rays of sun peeked through the curtains, he felt the empty space beside him where he was sure you laid.
/
โWhy donโt you look at whatโs inside that envelope first, Iโm sure thatโll answer all your questions.โ He said, gesturing towards the inconspicuous brown envelope, the sly smile on his face growing ever-wider.
Reo found himself crawling back to you like a crippling addict even after that night. Still searching for you in every room he entered and uninterested in anything unless it pertained to you. If only you hadnโt disappeared soon after that night, leading to his obsession growing exponentially beyond anything that could be controlled.
โThisโฆโ the tone in your voice had changed, it was no longer hesitation stemming in confusion but rather a mix of fear and disgust. And yet, he wanted more. Reo could see the revulsion in your gaze as you looked up towards him with your brows knitted and lips formed in a thin frown. All the effort he went through to track you down felt worth it. โI hope youโll seriously consider my offer, if not for your own sake then for our childโs.โ The paternity test in your hands wrinkled as you shook uncontrollably.
/
Your mind had gone blank when you woke up with a splitting headache and a discomfort between your legs, almost jumping in surprise to find the dreaded man lying next to you still fast asleep. You knew well that nothing good would come from someone like you associating with him so you left before he could wake up, ran back home and locked yourself in there until your friends came knocking a few days later. You couldnโt bring yourself to tell them so you pretended it never happened and buried yourself in work instead.
When he approached you afterwards with a confession full of confidence, as if you accepting would be the most natural thing on Earth you could do nothing but stare at him with disgust. Screaming profanities one after another. You hated his kind, the careless rich kids that thought they could get anything they desired. โIโm not an object you can obtain by throwing money at me!โ Those were your last parting words to him, the ones that rang in his head even today. His wide eyed expression brought at least some satisfaction to you that day. You couldnโt report him for your own sake so even this small victory was welcomed.
However, as if the universe were laughing at your misfortune, you were presented with the positive pregnancy test in your hands weeks later. Maybe the test was faultyโthatโs what you comforted yourself with as you sat in the doctor's office. But not only were you pregnant, you would have no choice but to carry the pregnancy to term as it was far too late to get an abortion. Thatโs when the reality of your situation truly sunk in and you broke down for the first time. With nobody to rely on and unable to continue your studies due to your deteriorating health, you ran away from it all. You told yourself it would be temporary, just until the baby was born and then you would return to your studies but you couldnโt give your baby daughter away to someone else. Even when she was the spitting image of her father your heart broke thinking of what she would have to go through in an orphanage so you kept her, slowly finding new happiness in your daughter's smile.
Reo could barely compose himself once you rejected him. Following a monotonous routine as his sanity and reason hung by a thread. All he could think about was how he would make you pay until you begged to be his. But his parents put a stop to it, sending him abroad where they hoped he would change but his every thought was still consumed by only you. Finding out you had a child upon his return was enough to make him rebound into his obsession even worse than before, especially when she resembled him so much.
/
โThe paternity test was just a formality, you can tell with just one look that sheโs my daughter. Anyways just pack any essentials and get ready, weโre leaving this dump.โ It was almost as if he was talking to himself with how he didnโt even bother to get a reply from you.
โIโm not leaving and neither is my daughter.โ You had grown protective over your baby, a bastard like him didnโt deserve her.
โLetโs not make this any worse than it has to be, [name]. We both know you canโt afford to take care of a child on your own. What will you do when she grows up and asks why she doesnโt have a father, hmm? What about when she asks why she canโt have the things other kids have? Or when she wants to do extracurricular like kids her age, or when she wants to travel or go out with friends. Or what about when sheโ.โ
โI get it, you can stop now!โ You interrupted as tears streamed down your face, you had once again regressed into an inconsolable mess and in front of the man you despised the most to boot. You knew well you couldnโt give her the life she deserved.
/
Your daughter liked her father, almost as if she had known him from birth. It stung a little when her first words were โpapaโ and when she would run to him before even looking at you but you could make peace with that, sheโs just a child after all. What you couldnโt stand was your now husband, Reo. He had only gotten worse as now he seemed to think he had free reign to do as he pleased with you. He had made such a big show of only doing this for โhisโ daughter but, to your detriment, he seemed much more interested in making up for lost time with you.
sum: Is it so wrong that Phainon is everything you know?
wc: 1001
warnings: 3.0 story quest spoilers, amphoreus inaccuracies, ooc phainon, written before phainon release, implied (??) yan phainon, reader is a hot mess tbh
a/n: help i tried to make him yan but this just devolved into codependent relationshipย
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Phainon has known you his whole life. You have both seen each other in your most vulnerable of times, as children who had yet to understand the cruelties of the world, and as adults who have suffered the cruelties of the world. Through it all, you and Phainon held onto each other, mumbling promises of never leaving each other.
That was when Aedes Elysiae first fell to the savage flames, and the two of you were the only ones who managed to escape.
Years have passed since then, but the sight still lives in your mind, a vivid image that only seems to refresh and worsen the pain and guilt in your heart. Could you have done something and saved at least one more person? Was the way you were acting at the moment too selfish? Had you been a little stronger, a little smarter, would your home still be standing?ย
You know enough about Phainon to know that for all his act as a playful young man, he harbours a grief and rage so deep in his soul even you don't know if you'd be able to coax it out of him. It's true he'd do many things for you, yes, but asking him to open up may be a boundary even if you can't cross.
But you'd do anything to keep Phainon happy, because you know he would do the same for you - because you're all each other has to remind you of home. Because you're all each other has left.
Upon finding asylum in Okhema, Phainon decided to leave his original name behind with the ruins of Aedes Elysiae and start somewhat anew in the Holy City. He had even told you to forget the name you've known him by all your life in favour of this new one, yet asked you sweetly to keep yours.
Sometimes you wonder if, had it not been for the destruction that rained upon your village that day, you and Phainon would be as close as you were today. Would you have shared all these intimate moments, like kissing and cuddling and all that naturally followed after, if everything was still as you had known. Would he have looked at you with the same disarming smile he always does when he comes back from another mission, or would he have slowly left you, like watching a boat be carried away by the sea's currents.ย
You try not to let yourself be consumed by these thoughts. Phainon wouldn't be happy to know you doubt his love for you, and you'd hate to make him sad. He works so hard to keep you safe and happy, so the least you could do was make him happy when he was home.ย
You'd do anything to make him happy. Even if it meant isolating yourself in the four walls of this home, even if it meant reducing yourself to nothing more than the one he'd come home to, even if it meant sacrificing your happiness for his, because this is what love is, isn't it?ย
Phainon tells you he loves you often, while holding your face gently in his calloused hands. There's an emotion in his eyes you can't quite decipher, but it reminds you of a feeling you're very familiar with - guilt. You wonder why he feels that way, and why it only appears when he looks at you. What emotions does he harbour inside that lonely head of his?
You think it's hard to imagine Phainon wanting to hurt people. He's always been a kind person, even as a child and especially as an adult. He's always wanted the best for everyone, and he's never done anything to make you feel otherwise, so it's no surprise that when he tells you to never leave the house without him, and to never answer any knocks on the doors or windows, and to never open the curtains and windows, you listened. As a Chrysos Heir, he must be privy to some sensitive information, and as your lover, he must only wish to protect you. Phainon would never do anything to hurt you.
Despite your unwavering faith in him, you find it especially difficult to control your thoughts on particularly lonely days like these. He told you that he may be gone for awhile for some business to do with being a Chrysos Heir, and left you with a chase kiss on your lips before he was locking the door on his way out. How long would he be gone this time?ย
Without him around, the disease named fear starts its infection and spreads throughout your soul. You're well aware of its tell tale signs, and you have yet to find a remedy for it that isn't Phainon's presence. It starts slowly, taking its time to seep into the crevices of your soul, before it comes crashing down on you and all of a sudden you're drowning.
Is Phainon taking care of you because you're all that's left of Aedes Elysiae? Do you deserve everything that Phainon has given you? Was your life worth the deaths of all those villagers? Phainon is a Chrysos Heir, greatness is written in his script since the moment he was born. What were you?
It's okay, though. Because when Phainon walks through the door, all your doubts disappear in an instant. He engulfs you warmly, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head, and everything feels right even if only for a moment.
But sometimes even his presence isn't enough to dispel some of your doubts. Does Phainon truly love you for you, or does he love you for what you remind him of? Of a bygone past that only exists in your memories, that smells of ash and sounds of screams, that the both of you can't let go of, even as it threatens the destruction of you and him?ย
But it's okay if itโs Phainon, you think. Because you love him. Because he's all you have left.
Wip of my beautiful wife (Chris Prince from Blue Lock) suited up and with badly drawn glasses bcz glasses = x10 more attractive, this is scientifically proven (source: it came to me in a dream)
He would go hard in a lawyer au where he sold his soul to capitalism ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฅ
Lawyer Chris x policewoman reader ๐คค
Brother is finding every flaw possible in your reports and taking advantage of every loophole possible. You hate his guts but heโs warmed up to you.
You became a policewoman to lock up evil bastards like literally every person Chris defends in court. He finds that cute, he was like that once but morality doesnโt pay the bills. He wonders how long youโll last.
๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ฒ : The WX 400 model, or Kรถnig, had been sitting in a Cyberlife store for nearly six months without so much as a glance from customers. He had been repurposed from a hard laborer to a sort of domestic care-giver... but the thing was, consumers only wanted the newer models. Until you came by.
๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ : 1.2 k
๐/๐ง : consider this my masterpiece, probably will write a second part
๐๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ : fluff, hurt/comfort(?), domestic fluff
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. From the sleek tiled floors, to the large window panes that were cleaned daily, to the Androids that stood on display within.
On white pedestals, circled with fluorescent tags and holograms indicating their model numbers and generic purposes: Domestic housekeepers, caretakers, companions. Smaller synthetic machines that had friendly faces and sparkling eyes. Built for a life amongst humans.
He wasn't built for that. No.
His slate-colored eyes had watched for months, lingering over Cyberlife's newest models at the front of the store. A blank expression as each one smiled hopefully. Perhaps something they were programmed to do. To appear friendly?
He considered it a possibility, sure, but the 'front of the store' androids were a stark contrast to his own model.
The WX-series of androids had been built with only one purpose: hard labor, or to put it more simply, construction work.
When customers came into the store they only wanted one thing: a shiny new companion.
Everyday the eyes of those strangers would frown when they saw him. Hardly sparing the WX a glance before they turned around and considered an AX 400 instead.
An android built for housework and taking care of children, with a soft round face and a smile that reached all the way up to her kind blue eyes...
It seemed a diluted plausibility that one day the repurposed WX would eventually find a purpose. With everyday he inched closer to the possibility of being discarded. Simply unwanted.
Until a particularly cloudy day in May, one of the stares had caught his attention, even in his low power mode. Only able to shift his tired seeming eyes and move at a slow pace. Meeting that oddly new curious gaze of yours. The eyes of a stranger finally lingering on him.
Him.
"Excuse me?" You held your hand up sheepishly, asking for assistance from one of the android retailers, a young looking man with a head of soft brown hair and a blue circular LED on his right temple. The holographic label on his chest reading: Ethan.
"Hello, How can I help you?" Ethan stepped next to your side with a light smile.
You pointed to the WX in front of you, feeling a bit silly for even asking but... "Could you tell me about this one?"
The android salesman nodded, hands folded politely behind him, following your gaze towards the decommissioned android, unable to show the usual grimace humans showed the WX.
"Of course," he agreed easily, "This particular model is a WX 400, a decommissioned laborer. They aren't often sold in stores, but if you are interested I could tell you more about it."
The WX watched you nod, his eyes flickering occasionally between you and the sales-android.
"Why is he decommissioned?" you asked quietly, letting the question linger momentarily before Ethan perked up again, unbiased.
"The WX 400 was only decommissioned in its primary purpose, which was doing manual labor," the mechanical man explained with a synthetic smile, gesturing with his hands for your eyes to follow. "It works perfectly fine, and besides some damage to its synthetic skin and body, and a few replaced parts," he managed a soft light-hearted chuckle, "This model works perfectly fine, just not for its intended heavy lifting purposes. It will work perfectly fine for housework. Is that what you were looking for?"
As the sales-android considered the new possibility, he prompted a new question: "We have many other fine models if you are interested in something else."
The statement, whilst a little profound to you, meant next to nothing to the two androids who patiently awaited your answer.
"I was looking for someone to help around the house," you confirm.
The WX before you, nearing seven foot tall easily in the display case, glanced down at you. Unmoving, but like all androids, his eyes held an uncanny humanity within those blue depths.
He could see the consideration on your face. The way your eyes wearily, almost tenderly, traced the lines and deep scars on his synthetic skin. Deep grooves and lacerations running from his fingers, up his strong forearms and disappearing under the fabric of his standard Cyberlife shirt.
Even the androids face, while once maybe even considered handsome, had a deep scar running over its left side. Over his dirty blonde brow and high cheekbone, tracing over his lips to his chin.
It was a wonder he even worked properly, and the unspoken question must've been written all over your face again.
"The WX has had his diagnostics run perfectly well. I assure you the android itself works perfectly fine," Ethan smiled boyishly when you blushed.
"I don't doubt it," you assured him with an unintentionally adorable grin. "I've just... I've never seen an android like him," you admitted softly, those soft eyes meeting the WX's again.
He was looking right at you again.
Immediately your gaze dropped down shyly, unintentionally reading the blue holographic labels that surrounded the short white pillar he stood on.
"He has a name?" You asked, glancing over to Ethan for confirmation.
"Of course, but if you'd like to reset it-"
"No," you stopped him, feeling a bit more confident than you had when you first entered the store.
"Kรถnig sounds fine to me."
Kรถnig watched from his display, with a hint of utter- well... what would you call this?
Disbelief? Surprise?
Surprise when your complexion lit with a smile. Surprise when you said his name and turned to walk with the other android to the front of the store? Surprise as his eyes trailed after your form, unable to comprehend you.
For what reason could you possibly want a repurposed android like him?
It didn't make sense in the slightest, and although he watched you, he felt lost, considering possibilities that felt underwhelming in their answers.
His price was lower than others for being damaged. But so many had passed him by.
It was something Kรถnig considered for a while, never finding a suitable answer until a new initiative popped across his sensors. Jolting him awake once more.
He was registered now to you. Your name popping across his vision like a directive.
"Thank you," you waved to the man who had helped you with a soft smile, getting a vaguely surprised gesture from him.
"Oh- You're very welcome!" Ethan smiled back and watched for a moment longer as you headed up to Kรถnig, whom at that moment, was given back full control over his mechanical body. Unlocked from his low power mode.
The blue Thirium that cooled and powered his circuits rushed back into him. Circling through his veins and giving him back full control of his body. The world no longer running in slow motion.
Kรถnig's hands lifted up slowly. The WX inspecting his hands and flexing his fingers into gentle balls. The two of you watched in silent awe as the large android moved once more, no longer destined for a Cyberlife disposal facility... but for.
Kรถnig's vision refocused as you reached out. Your tiny hand taking one of his. Warm, and unmarred in contrast to his, and he could feel the almost imperceptible beating of your pulse beneath the contact.
"Come on," you smiled, not quite helping him from the stand, but guiding him down the small step. "I'll show you how to get back home, Kรถnig," you mused, feeling the large androids cut up hand grip yours a bit tighter.
ยฉ Eyelambspider. I only post here on Tumblr! kรถnig photo credit to my friend @koharu-rk800
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Thinking about scenarios where you are more superior than your yandere...
Perhaps you are one of the strongest humans across the land, a top hero beloved by all, or a royal with riches and power beyond belief, or even a literal goddess wielding power over life and death...
Regardless of who you are, your yandere is aware. He's more than aware of the difference between him and you, be it wealth or strength, influence or divinity.
So he'll have to think things a little differently.
Maybe he'll have to pull the right strings and orchestrate the perfect meetup, and this might even require him to put his very life at risk--maybe he'll stand right in the line of the big bad villain's trail of destruction, busying himself with saving another civilian by pushing them out of the way, only to be saved by you--one of the city's beloved superheroes--at the very last second. You'll certainly have to be moved by his act of kindness (and complete disregard for his own safety), and... things can go from there! He knows where you live, where you like to have your morning coffee while incognito, so he'll just run into you again, and bring up the incident all nonchalantly...
Maybe he's just a common soldier in the army, and you're his beloved empress. He'll train every day and slay every beast and slaughter every enemy to the point he's a hair's breadth away from losing his sanity. All so he can finally demand the one thing he'll ever ask for as his reward: your hand in marriage. He's renowned throughout the lands for his rise from being a nobody to becoming the very reason you win your wars, eyed covetously by the many kingdoms who'd love to have him serve them instead. Surely... you'd like to keep him happy? You are his wise empress, after all.
Or perhaps he's just one of your many mortal worshippers, poor and weak, and looked down upon by everyone above his station in life. He admires the idols and mosaics sculpted and built in your likeness, he's never seen such beauty and grace in anything else. Just how amazing, and beautiful, and kind, and awe-inspiring must you be in your real, divine form then? He's sure he'd fall to his knees and shed tears of joy if he's graced with your presence. He has begged you in his prayers to bless him, visit him in his dreams, yet it all went ignored. Perhaps you weren't satisfied with him? People make offerings of every kind to you during the religious festivals they hold in your honor. Fruits, flowers, garlands, wheat and milk and honey, even silver and gold by those who could afford to flaunt such wealth. He... has nothing, to speak of. So at the height of the festival, he decides to offer the one thing he has--his own body and soul. Reverent and deliriously happy, he walks into the bonfire and asks you to accept and embrace him. Such a pitiful, but sincere believer... the very heavens and its residents are shaken by his sacrifice. Surely a benevolent deity such as yourself will bless him with your presence now? Hasn't he proven his reverence and loyalty enough?
Maybe you're just his boss--a wealthy heiress, or a celebrity or some-such. He gets to see the real you behind the curtains, the ugly reality behind the glamor, the tears and heartbreak and stress. He's the one you come to rely on both in your highlights and lowlights. He can read your mind better than your own flesh and blood, and it's obvious you depend on him by a concerning amount. It's fine though... in fact, it's perfect, it's exactly what he wants. He'll always be subservient to you and your needs as your employee, but he'll most certainly throw in a few comments here and there--and he knows you value his opinions--and the next thing you know, the only one who's stayed by your side like an immovable rock is him, and only him.
sum: itโs been a month since kaiser let you slip away from him. he thinks he knows what it feels like to lose everything.
wc: 1080
warnings: probably OOC kaiser idk itโs my first time writing him, kaiser backstory & manga spoilers
a/n: sorry if this is a mess i just had to get exes to lovers with kaiser out of my head xd
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When Michael Kaiser was born, he had nothing. Not a family, not care, and most certainly not love. Michael Kaiser was born a mistake, and lived most of his life that way.
Everything changed when he was fifteen, when his life turned around and all of a sudden he meant something. All of a sudden he had a reason to care, a reason to continue living. No longer was he the mistake of a child that neither of his parents wanted, no longer was he a thief that had to steal to survive; he is Michael Kaiser, a member of the New Generation World XI, signed to Bastard Munchen with millions to his name.
He met you at twenty-one, a university student studying in one of the universities in the city, at some coffee shop he canโt seem to remember. He remembers the bored look on your face as you took his order at the register, and the way you didnโt even react when he said his name. If Kaiser was being honest, he was a little offended - but he also thought you were pretty even with your bored appearance.
He didnโt know that that fateful encounter would lead to perhaps the most meaningful years of his life.
Kaiser is not good with love. He was never given even a sliver of it, and he has never been in a relationship long enough to know what it feels like beyond the shallow like. Models and actresses alike all flock to him no doubt as a means of increasing their fame, and he could care less. It was fun to toy with them, and throw them aside when he got tired of them. They were all the same.
You, however, brought him down to earth; you showed him what it was like to be human. You showed him what it meant to enjoy the little things in life, to take a step back and relax for a moment, to enjoy the silence. If he knows how to appreciate the simple pleasures of life, itโs because of you.
Two years with you was more than enough time to get him addicted to the drug that is you. Heโs not a passive person by any means, and heโs the kind of person to speak freely of his thoughts no matter the opinions of the people around him - yet he finds himself unsure of what to say when heโs with you. He finds himself wondering if he should say something, if heโll offend you with his blunt words. So he softens himself the best he can, he tries to be gentler and kinder in his words and actions, all in an effort to keep you.
Yet, you still manage to slip through his fingers, until all he's left with are the bittersweet memories of you.
Kaiser doesnโt enjoy admitting heโs miserable. All that runs through his head are thoughts of you, how youโre doing, what youโre doing, where you could be. He yearns to feel your skin against his again, to hold you at night and let your breathing lull him to sleep, he yearns to hold your hand as you walk down the street, he yearns for you. You, who is just barely within reach, but the one thing heโll never be able to reach.
Kaiser doesnโt cry. Kaiser gets angry, he gets frustrated, but he doesnโt cry. But when he thinks about you, and what was and what couldโve been, he canโt help when his face grows wet and the cascade of tears donโt stop. He waits for a moment, before he laughs bitterly, remembering that youโre not there anymore, and heโs back to wiping his own tears like all those years ago.
A month passes by, and youโve never contacted him. His heart hurts in a way heโs never felt before. Maybe itโs an act of desperation, or maybe heโs drowning in his sorrows, but he finds himself at your apartment in the middle of the day looking and feeling like a wreck.
โIโm sorry.โ The words slip out of his mouth on instinct. Heโs not the kind of person to apologize, but if itโs for you, heโll do it without hesitation.
You let him in and he almost feels like heโs breathing fresh air again. Your apartment is a familiar sight, and he remembers every inch of it like the back of his hand. The only things missing are the frames of you and him.
โIโm sorry.โ He all but whispers when you sit down on your couch, his voice rough and raw. โI love you.โ
โMichaelโฆโ Your voice, liquid gold to his ears, calls his name so tenderly he might just break down on the spot.
โI canโt live without you. I donโt know how to anymore. Iโll never love anyone as much as I love you, and Iโll never stop loving you. Youโฆ Youโre my life. You taught me how to live, you taught me how to be human. If I know love, itโs because of you. How can I love another person while knowing youโre the only one for me?โ Michael Kaiser has never begged. But for you, heโll grovel a thousand times over and then some. His voice cracks and he wants nothing more than for you to love him again. โIโฆ I know itโs selfish that I need you. You deserve better. Iโm sorry that this is all I am, but I canโt let go of you.โ
โMichael, please donโt say that.โ Your voice is firm as you take his hands in yours and he swears he feels electricity shoot down his spine. โYou are more than enough the way that you are, please never think otherwise. Youโre the Michael Kaiser, any person would be lucky to have such a wonderful man by their side.โ
He doesnโt realize heโs crying, not until you wipe away his tears with your thumb.
When you embrace him gently, lovingly, he completely breaks. The tears donโt stop and he canโt help his sniffling. Heโs afraid to speak, to hear what may leave his fragile heart, but heโs never felt so warm, so loved. Is this what home feels like?
โI was born to love you.โ He finally manages to whisper, buried in the comfort of your neck with your arms wrapped around him, his wrapped around you. Your hands tenderly stroke his hair, and he feels himself being lulled to sleep.
i genuinely hate how people have to sit and write a post that stands out while boosting a fundraiser because most people won't bat an eye at the misery and inhumane conditions Palestinians are living in.
i see people making art and telling others to use it because fundraisers with art are generally reblogged more often. i see people using colored text in order to make the post more eye catching.
palestinians on instagram are using popular audios and stitch trending reels at the beginning to make the world pay attention to them. imagine having to make something look entertaining in order to survive.
they are living under constant threat of israeli airstrikes, bombing, scarcity of food and disease. many have lost a lot in the past few months.
palestinians on tumblr are posting their pictures and the horrible conditions in which they are living. they travel long distances for internet connection only to be called a scammer by some privileged ass who cannot locate gaza on a map.
here are some verified gfms. please share the linked posts. it's the bare minimum we can do from the comforts of our home.
You are allowed to like characters who have done bad things.ย
You are allowed to like characters who are mean, manipulative, abusive, coercive, murderous, or just plain evil.ย
Liking aย โbadโ character is not the same thing as condoning their actions. Villains are fun. Itโs genuinely okay to like them! It doesnโt mean youย want to be a villain, or that you are a bad person, or that you donโt recognize the issues with what theyโre doing.ย
Thereโs this really huge trend in fandom to try to redeem villains, or excuse their behaviors, or make them into woobies who arenโt really doing anything wrongโall for the purpose of being allowed to like them. I think itโs honestly part of the wholeย โpurityโ culture (tied in closely with the anti culture)โthis idea that you arenโt permitted to be a fan of, write about, or enjoy reading about anything that isnโt 100% ethically sound, and that if you do, you are inherently condoning it.
And likeโฆthatโs just bullshit? You donโt have to redeem a character to be allowed to like them. Donโt get me wrong, you absolutely can if you want to, because sympathetic redemption arcs are super fun too, but I just want to throw out the reminder that you really donโt have to.ย
You are allowed to like villains as-is.ย
You do not have to make excuses for liking villains. You do not have to defend your own moral stances in order to like a villain. You do not have to make up reasons or justify why you like them, or reconcile your own beliefs with your appreciation of them. You do not have to defend yourself against anyone who would try to attack you or your ethical stances just because you like a villain, because you are not doing anything wrong.ย
You are allowed to like villains.ย
Honestly, the only thing you owe anyone else vis-ร -vis liking a villain is to respect the fact that some people donโt, and that is alsoย okay. It is not your responsibility or your place to try to change their mindโbut it is also not their responsibility or place to try to change yours, because neither of you is doing anything wrong.ย
So, my villain-loving friends,ย go. Freaking. Nuts. Enjoy the heckย out of those maniacal bastards.ย
And have fun, everyone. Because thatโs what fandom is supposed to be about.
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Pantalone tilted his head to the side, the thin chains of his glasses swaying slightly. You nodded resolutely, standing before his desk in his office. It was one of the rare times Pantalone worked from home, and you couldnโt squander this opportunity. Not when you could easily lose your courage, either.
โYes. I know thatโฆโ you paused, looking down humbly. โโฆ my background is modest, but if you give me a chance to learn, I can guarantee that I wonโt disappoint you.โ
A soft hum left his mouth as he looked down and pondered your request. There were small stacks of papers in his desk, and the shorter one seemed to be signed with a flourish associated with him. You waited patiently, searching for any minute change of expression in his flawless face. While you didnโt know exactly why he chose to marry you out of many other women, who were definitely prettier and richer than you, you were still determined to prove yourself. Besides, it gave you something to do while he was busy with his bank and Harbinger duties. It could be quite tedious just waiting for his return every day.
โThose matters have already been handled by the butler and head maid, my dear.โ
You tried so hard not to let your shoulders slump in despair and persisted.
โB-but surely itโll be better if I take over, right? I mean, Iโm supposed to be the mistress hereโฆโ you trailed off, suddenly doubtful of your own position in this estate. The ring, incomprehensibly expensive and ostensibly dazzling for your taste, weighed on your finger. โโฆ right?โ
Pantalone chuckled, and your chest constricted. It wasnโt necessarily a mocking sound, but the indulgent amusement, as though you were a child rambling nonsense, pained you nonetheless.
โWhy, of course youโre my wife. But I suppose itโll be better if such matters stay with the staff. After all, I donโt want to overwork you.โ
You frowned, tempted to badger him. But Pantalone had already returned his focus on the paperwork, thus, signaling the end of your short and fruitless discussion. You sighed and excused yourself in a mutter. The hallway greeted you with its continual silence that was worsened by the gloomy winter outside. Opulence pervaded every corner of the mansion down to the tiniest detail such as the doorknob, wherein intricate designs were embossed to it. Months had passed since your wedding, and you were still struggling to adjust to the oppressive ambience of your husbandโs residence.
Trudging down the lonely hallway, you wondered where and what you should do today. To the library where you could read some books? To the lounge room where you could play some instruments? Or to your room where you could lament in your purposeless existence? You didnโt know that a rich life would be this boring. In the past, household chores never seemed to end. There was hardly any time for yourself, and now that you did, there was an ironic longing of homesickness.
At least if you had something to do, your brain would be too preoccupied to think about anything else.
You passed by the drawing room, where two maids were currently cleaning it.
โThe lady hasnโt done anything since the wedding.โ one of them whispered snidely. โI wouldโve thought sheโd be the ambitious kind like the master does.โ
โOh, indeed. How disappointing. All she does is lounging around and spending the masterโs money.โ
โHer appearance is average, too. I was imagining someone with a more charming face.โ
โI heard she came from a poor family, so thatโs to be expected.โ
You lingered beside the threshold, feeling your legs too heavy to move. How long had this gossip been going on? Was that really what they thought about you? On the surface, they might be right. You hadnโt done any significant contribution to the household as a whole, and about the last part, it wasnโt your fault that Pantalone insisted on changing your entire closet based on fleeting vogue. You had to sacrifice your favorite dresses just to appease his desire. For what? To fit in? For aesthetic? You never really knew the reason behind it. Perhaps it was rich peopleโs thing.
Now that you wanted to change, Pantalone didnโt let you. And if the master of the house forbade you to do something, what could you do?
You continued your walk, passing the chattering maids who paused upon your appearance. Your head drooped as you stared at the runners that muffled your footfall. Itโd never occurred to you how lonely you were until now, when everyone in this mansion was seemingly against you. You were polite to the staff, but you never got close to them. You couldnโt. There was a hint of displeasure that emanated from Pantalone whenever he caught you engaging one of them in a small talk, where heโd insist you not to disturb them as though you were a child asking for scraps of attention from a nearby adult. So, you halted all attempts at befriending them.
Just as he wanted you to.
And now that you were isolated from everyone else except your busy husband, who should you turn to? Your parents, who were enjoying every Mora that he gave them in exchange of your hand in marriage? Or your friends, who had all turned their backs on you with envy the second the news of your relationship with Pantalone spread throughout your little village?
You stopped midway when you spotted the head maid at the end of the hallway. Sofiya was a tall woman with a grayish bun and wrinkled hands that belied her vigor. She was stern, but not unkind. Just like the butler, sheโd been working for Pantalone for a long time now.
โMy lady.โ Sofiya greeted when you called out her name. โIs something the matter?โ
โIโฆโ Suddenly, you were seized by a wave of shyness at your own request. Was it right to feel this way as the mistress for the house? Were you even a mistress at all? โCan I help you handle the estate?โ
Her bushy eyebrows furrowed.
โWhy, did the master order it so?โ
Oh, what should you say now? If you lied to her, sheโd surely try to confirm it to Pantalone himself.
โWell, Iโd like to provide some assistance. Iโm sure you must be very busy handling both the maids and the estate.โ
Sofiya stared at you thoughtfully, but you could see a gleam of hesitation in her sharp eyes. And, deeper still, a hint of pity.
โThat is much appreciated, my lady. But I canโt do anything without his direct order, Iโm afraid.โ
You wilted. Yet another rejection within the same hour. Why wouldnโt anyone let you help them? Were you that useless in their eyes? So insignificant? What were your true position here? It almost seemed as if the ring on your finger was merely a show everyone had already known except you. But why all the secrecy? Why all the humiliation?
Realization then struck you like a bolt. Of course, you were here as a trophy wife, werenโt you? Thatโs why Pantalone never bothered with a proper courting. Thatโs why nobody respected you here. You were meant to be a doll, and no dolls were powerful. They existed to be a possession of another person, to be attired in the fashion of their choosing, and to be pampered to their heartโs content.
An ironic, almost hysterical, laugh tickled your throat. Oh, who was the child here, indeed? Pantalone had condescended you, but he was the one who played you around like a little girl with her favorite toy.
But even as you confronted this to him in your shared room that night, Pantalone only tilted his head and smiled bemusedly.
โAll wives deserve the best of the best, no?โ said he, caressing your hands. Once upon a time, they were callused and smelled from hard work. Now, they were smooth and scented from various woman products. โI simply wish to give you the same treatment.โ
โThat is a lie, and you know it.โ you hissed, no longer mollified by his patronizing reassurances. โIf a doll is what you want, you ought to search for a better woman.โ
โOh, my dear.โ Pantalone sighed in mock disappointment. โA doll, you say? Please donโt underestimate yourself. You are my wife, after all.โ
โBut Iโm not the mistress of this house, and nobody respects me here.โ
โWell, thatโs quite troubling, isnโt it?โ he hummed. โDo you want me to fire them all?โ
You frowned at him with both irritation and confusion, unsure of whether you should take him seriously or not.
โNo, I just want a more active role. They think all I do is lounging around and wasting your money, which is not true considering that youโre the one who proposed to me first.โ
Although the โproposalโ itself had played out more like him trying to buy you from your parents. And as a poor family, what other choice did they have? Still, youโd wished they were less happy upon agreeing to his request, or demand.
โIndeed, I am. But if they annoy you so much, then I see no reason to keep them. There are plenty of people willing to replace them.โ
โThatโs notโ!โ you groaned in frustration. โStop changing the subject!โ
Pantalone chuckled.
โIโm not โchanging the subjectโ, my dear. Iโm just offering you a solution.โ
โYou mean an alternative?โ you scoffed.
โWell, if thatโs what you think.โ
You scowled, growing increasingly peeved by his ambiguity.
โWhat is it with you? What do you want from me?โ
โFrom you? Nothing much. Just pure devotion, thatโs all, as dictated by your status.โ
And all at once, you realized that it wasnโt a simple case of you being his trophy wife or not.
No, it was less of a show of status โ as the term might imply โ and more of a show of possession. He desired your entire attention to be on him and him only, thatโs why he relegated your duty to someone else. Thatโs why he refused to see you socializing with the staff.
You were his wife, after all, not his mistress.
It was such a straightforward answer, and you felt almost stupid for trying to read more into it. Despite everything that happened, his proposal hadnโt been a lie. Pantalone had never promised you anything other than being his spouse.
You only needed to give him your pure devotion, as dictated by your status.
If Iโm being honest, I donโt like yanderes who only care about themselves. I donโt like the ones who could hardly give a damn about their darlings other than the fact that theyโre theirs. Theyโd lock them up in dog cages or a make-shift prison cell, perhaps, even chained to a bathroom with no care about them. They treat them like prisoners, only giving them basic care.
No. Not my thing.ย
That isnโt yandere.
Yandere is about being so hopelessly in love and devoted to your object of affection, your darling. Itโs about being so deeply in love with someone that those feelings distort into obsession. And itโs not always about murder-fuelled thoughts or raging jealousy, itโs the idea that without your darling, you are hopeless. You canโt function without them, they are the oxygen that fills your lungs, the sun that guides you home. Without them, you feel empty and hollow, like you were born a second too early to appreciate this world. Your heart feels too heavy, your mind doesnโt feel right, and the people around you donโt matter anymore, because you just canโt function, canโt exist.
A yandere needs their darlingโs validation and attention. They need YOU to tell them how great they are, that theyโve been doing a good jobโ because they canโt get it from anyone else. You become their sole motivation in life.
They donโt necessarily have to be devoted to you, spend their days attached to your hip and stalking you from behind. I mean, yes, those yanderes are great and I could go on and on about them, but I think Iโve touched on this before. Yanderes are allowed to exist outside of their darling. Theyโre allowed to have hobbies and work and things they treasure that arenโt just centred around their darlingโฆ
But they need YOU to help them, to motivate them and get them ready and going to fight whatever obstacles they face in life. They dream, fantasise about having you as their spouse, their partner, their best friend. Just knowing that they can call you up, maybe even get a text message before a big life event (like a sports game or a once in a lifetime job interview), they need that. ย They want to know that they have an ally in life, someone who will always be there for them. Someone who cares enough to see that theyโre well-fed and clothed. Who will make sure theyโre healthy and happy and comfortable and loved. Who will be able to give them confidence whenever theyโre lacking.
And the only probable person they can see that coming from, is you. And if they have to do some under-handed things to get you by their side, be it stalking to figure out all the things you like, so that the next time you guys meet theyโll know exactly what to say to get into your good books, then so be it. And if they happen to be a little deluded, a little demented, and they decide the best course of action is to kidnap you and chain you by your ankle to their apartment/room, then thatโs what they have to do.
In the end, as long as they have you, does the journey really matter?
Well damn , give her a name and weโre good to go ๐ the reader having a backstory , yeah no problem itโs cool but why do you have to describe the physical traits ? Just make an OC
Back story + physical description = OC
Back story + no physical description = reader insert
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i can't stop thinking about the lack of shade in gaza. with so many trees and buildings destroyed, there can't be very much shade. it's incredibly hot and there's very little protection from the sun and very little water. my weather app tells me the UV index reached 11 recently. it's inhumane to force people to live in such conditions.
