Tae (24) | B’s Sister Wife | Currently Missing: Shinichiro Sano
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Oooh, okie. And I’ve been…surviving lmao.
I get that completely. I’m right along with you, i hope everything is going okay for you
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Taeeee it’s been so long, it’s me pup🥹 how have you been?
Hi pup! It has been so long! I’m sorry I’m just now seeing this, I haven’t logged into this account in a while. I’m normally over at @adaurielle ! I’m doing good! How are you?
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Announcement!!!!!
Okay sooooo I got bored and made a new main. 🤭 I’m keeping this blog up and I’ll probably pop in here every now and then, because I love my graveyard theme and this will always be where I come to love my dead husbands. HOWEVER, I did want to make a lighter and happier theme so I’ll mainly be at @adaurielle !
So if you want to stay in the loop I’ll be over there! If not I’ll see you occasionally over here!
See you on the bright side! 🤣
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ISTG if I’m actually getting sick right now, but somehow managed to not get sick when my coworker AND her kids were sick 3 weeks ago?!?!?!? Imma be pissed
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Yandere! Shuji Hanma x Reader
TW: violent themes, kidnapping, drug use, guns, knives, non-consensual actions, mentions of murder, blood, female reader
Word count: 3918
"Come out, come out, wherever you are!" You heard his voice taunt you as you stumbled through the poorly lit room, trying to be as quiet as possible. You already tried crying, screaming, begging for him to stop this, but there was no reasoning with him. This was not the same Shuji you thought you knew. The only choice that remained: escape. Leave and never look back. That would be easier said than done though. Every door, every window was a dead end. Every route strategically blocked, locked, and a few even sealed off permanently, impossible to breach. Hanma had once taught you how to pick locks and force a door open, but that would not work in the slightest here. The locks on these doors were unlike any you had ever seen, resembling contraptions you thought possible only in horror films. The bars on the windows were reinforced, and the glass itself was frosted so that no one would be able to see in either. Hope all but disappeared when you opened one door, to find it blocked by a cement wall. It was obvious by now, help would not be coming for you. If you wanted to get out, you would have to find a way to do it yourself.
"Sweethearttt," the nickname now sounded anything but sweet, "it's no fun if you don't play with me. Make a noise and I'll come give you a kiss." The sound of his voice getting closer and closer heightened the panic that had long ago set in and you picked up your pace, making your way to another door. Taking a deep breath, you reached out and twisted the handle, praying that the door wouldn't creak as you pulled it open. It didn't. Finally, a stroke of luck in this hell house. Entering another dark room, you tried to make sense of your surroundings. Stumbling into the leg of a table, you heard the door behind you slam shut, freezing you where you stood.
"Caught ya!" He yelled as he took you by surprise from behind again. This time, taking you into a tight choke hold, one hand pried your mouth open. You felt a quick, harsh kiss to your temple as he placed something bitter on your tongue and forced your mouth shut. "Swallow it." Not trusting him, or the pill dissolving on your tongue, your jaw tightened and tried to resist, but he was prepared. His large hand tightened its grip and began to move, forcing the pill to naturally move about in your mouth until it was threatening to fall back. "I'm not asking, Sweetheart. Swallow my fucking candy." He tightened his chokehold on you with a growl of annoyance and you whimpered, gasping for air, and feeling your body betray you. The pill fell back causing you to choke. Coughing, trying your hardest to resist it, but to no avail. Hanma pulled your hair back until you were looking up at him, his expression as smug as ever, "Finally. I know you know how to swallow better than that."
Releasing the grip on your hair, he wrapped his arm around you, trapping you in an almost hugging position now. "Bet you're wondering what that was, aren't you? Too bad I don't know!" His maniacal laughter filled the room, as he excitedly explained the situation you were now in. "See I never quite know what each day with you is going to bring. You send me on a different trip every time we're near and I don't think you even realize it. So now it's your turn. Fair is fair. I'm going to show you exactly what that feels like. I’m going to make you understand how much I love you. You’re going to get addicted to me, crave every second we’re together. You’re finally going to love me as much as I love you if it’s the last thing we do.”
Not missing the fatal threat laced in his words, a new fear began to set in. Hanma had no intention of ever letting you go. He would do anything to die together. “I mixed up a nice bag of candy just for you. Some I found randomly - here and unfortunately, there,” a shiver shook through his body as if he was grossed out by his own thoughts. “Others I bought just for this little game. A few I even made myself! So, Sweetheart, which one do you think you just swallowed? Hm?" Your body went rigid as the realization that you were nothing short of a guinea pig in Hanma's new game set in. "You look scared. That's no fun. Let's get your blood pumping!" With that, an arm abandoned its grasp on you and reached deep into his pocket, jingling around the contents before retreating with a flick of his wrist. The sound of the flick couldn't be mistaken. Hanma had pulled out the pocket knife he kept on himself at all times.
"Ah Ah, I wouldn't get squirmy if I were you," he warned and you felt the blade come up to your jaw, dancing along your skin as his lips did the same on your neck. The sensation from his kisses mixed with the fear of the blade threatening to break the skin had your mind fuzzy, handing complete control over to your seemingly once sane boyfriend. His lips continued to trail their way up and the blade pressed ever so harder, resulting in a hiss from you that did nothing more than spur on his antics. "Do you know what I have always thought would look good on you?"
Your eyes shifted down the best they could, trying to recall what you were even wearing when you were trapped inside this prison. He caught the action and laughed lightly to himself. "I'm not talking about these, (Y/n)," he said as he simultaneously reached down to cut open your shirt while biting onto your ear and giving a light tug. "No, I'm thinking something much hotter than this." The knife teased it’s way down your torso and twisted, almost knicking your stomach. "How hard do you think I'll get seeing 'H.S.' carved into your side? What do you say we find out?" He asked with no real intention of hearing your opinion on the matter.
The sting you felt as the knife broke the skin had you writhing trying to escape his grasp, but his hold on you only tightened. A harsh tone replaced his playful one as he reprimanded you.
"Stand still and let me enjoy this," he threatened. "Do you really want a trail of blood leading me right to you during our little game of hide and seek? Be a doll and take the pain for a minute." Holding your breath, you had no choice but to let him finish, wincing as he ran a thumb over his handy work. Bucking his hips into you and leaning his head back into the wall, he groaned. "So fucking hot. I want you to wear my name forever. Let it remind us that you belong to me, and only me." His arm that had been holding you in place came down to grip your hip, pulling you further into his hips. The knife was trailing its way down until you felt it trace your ass, "What do you say I give you some more?" The hand holding the knife quickly moved up and smacked his carved initials, causing a tinge of pain. "Run," he instructed, catching you by surprise as he unexpectedly released you, pushing you forward slightly. Confusion from his actions made you hesitate, but quickly run away when you sensed him leaning off of the wall behind you.
The rooms were a blur as you quickly made your way through door after door, hoping to gain some distance between the two of you. It was dark, and you were noisy, but if you could get far enough away, you thought maybe you could search for a good place to hide for the time being. After a few minutes, you made it to a room you couldn't recall from before. Hanma didn't seem to be anywhere near you yet so this seemed like a good point to focus on being quiet again. In the corner of the room, there was a door. Maybe a closet? Deciding to chance it with the discovery, you made your way over and quickly turned the handle, pulling it towards yourself without a second thought.
"Miss me?!" Hanma yelled out, hanging against the doorway from the other side. Immediately he reached out, putting a hand on your throat and bringing his lips to yours. His tongue forced its way in as you felt your back slam against the nearest wall. His kiss was aggressive as he used his tongue to deliver another pill into your mouth. This one felt different and had no taste. Your hands tried to push him off but his free arm came up and pinned one to the wall. Leaning into you harder and pressing his knee in between your legs, his tongue wrestled with yours forcing the pill to the back of your throat. His lips still to yours, his hand on your throat angled your head up until the pill was so far back you had no choice but to swallow. Feeling him smirk against your lips, he let go of you again, this time running off on his own, purposefully smacking something glass off a table as he passed. "Don't trip on that. Would hate to see you get all cut up before I get to you!"
Just as fast as he had appeared, he was gone, leaving you with no choice but to follow after him the way you had come. Somehow this was worse than him chasing you. The fear that you were walking yourself into a trap, instead of running to safety, was all too real. Pressing forward, the pile of broken glass caught your eye as you passed it, showcasing the last thing you would expect in this predicament. Carefully picking up a picture you would recognize anywhere, your mind began to race with thoughts of a better time, a sweeter Shuji. Desperate to get through to that side of him again, you clutched onto the picture and the memories behind it as you raced after him. In your heart you knew he loved you, and this picture you hoped would be just the tool needed to remind him too. But that was a fool's dream, as you would soon see.
Room after room there seemed to be no trace of him yet again. Stopping at another dead end you were tempted to sit and wait, the exhaustion from the chase taking a toll on you. The doubt you couldn’t shake wouldn’t let you though. The ‘what ifs’ ate away at you subconsciously. What if he really wasn’t the Shuji you had loved all this time? Looking down at the picture held firmly in your hand, you let yourself get lost in his smile. The smile, you thought, had always been genuine despite it being the first time the two of you had ever met. Anyone else probably would have ignored your request to pretend to be your boyfriend just to get you off the radar of a creep you had caught the attention of a few streets back. Not your Shuji though. Without missing a beat he picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as if it was routine for the two of you, hugging you like you had been the only thought on his mind all day. The way he told you he missed was so convincing you swore you could have fallen for it yourself. It might have been your plan but he was the one running the show. When your brain halted from the stress, and surprise, of the situation playing out before you, he was ready to lead the way. No one questioned the speed at which he pulled out his cell phone, telling you his mom was harassing him about you not making it for dinner the night before and how he needed to show her a picture of the two of you together asap to assure her he didn’t mess up the best relationship he ever had. You felt your face flush as you remembered just how the butterflies in your stomach felt as you saw the two of you on the front facing camera of his phone. The heat of your cheeks rose remembering how your face showed every bit of how taken aback you were by how good he was at this - too good. Even he noticed it as he snapped a photo, quickly pulling away just enough to look at you, “Well that face won’t do. She’s going to think you really did break up with me.”
Something about the way he looked at you in that moment lit a fire within you, snapping you back to reality with a new confidence - a confidence that was as eager to please him as it was determined to lose the almost forgotten creep.
“Sorry, you’re right! I got a little nervous thinking about your parents seeing this. You know your mother loves to post our pictures everywhere.” He let out a little chuckle and gave you a knowing smile, impressed by the way you were able to bounce back fast from your horrible acting a moment prior. Holding up the camera in front of the two of you again, he posed for the camera while you made a slightly out of character decision to kiss him. It was innocent really, on the cheek, but the fact that he was a complete stranger paired with the compromising way you were wrapped close around his body made it feel like so much more. Without missing a beat you heard him snap the photo. The image it captured could have fooled anyone into thinking it bore witness to a smitten young couple, both parties completely enamored with one another. If the two of you really intended to send a photo for the reasons you claimed, this would have more than sufficed, but being swept up in the moment led you to a slew of photos, each one more natural than the previous. Before you knew it you had 14 different pictures and no real reason for them. The creep in tow seemed to have bought the act and was turned around, leaving the scene at a quick pace.
“This is cute and all doll, but I could take care of him for you.. for good. Just give me the green light,” he whispered into your ear as the two of you watched him retreat, taking care to make sure any nosey onlookers wouldn’t take notice of his offer, “and you will never have to worry about dealing with him again.”
The way his eyes seemed to burn holes in the back of the creep made you uneasy, causing you to feel almost guilty that you had made him a target of some sort. His hand tattooed with the kanji for “punishment” across is gripped tighter at the phone in its grasp and the weight of the meaning ate away at you. With a less confident demeanor about you, you gave out a shaky response and pushed out of his grasp, “Uh, no thank you. I don’t really support that kind of thing, even if he was a perve.”
“You don’t support that kind of thing?” he repeated back to himself, as if it was a question rather than a statement, “Oh! You thought..? Listen, I meant by making you mine. I was trying to ask you out on a date.” His other hand, you now noticed to be tattooed with the kanji for “sin”, came to the back of his neck and rubbed at it, letting out a laugh shy and contrary to the personality you had witnessed up until this point. “Thought it would be a lot easier to ‘fake date’ if we were really dating.”
If the woman you were now could travel back in time and warn you from then, maybe you wouldn’t be in this mess. What’s worse, you thought, was that you don’t think you would have been able to believe even yourself while looking at the man in the photo smiling back at you.
“Reminiscing on the old times without me?” his voice broke you out of your trance but not quick enough to evade his hold on you. Holding you tight from behind, he leaned over and rested his head against yours, peering down onto the photo. “God, you don’t know how much I love you. This was the start of it all. I swore from that moment on I would kill anyone that hurt you. Of course, I couldn’t tell you that.” his arms wrapped around you tighter and he snuggled into your neck as he spoke. An outsider looking in would have thought the two of you were sharing an intimate moment. Not even you guessed the sinister memories he was confessing to you. “The way you turned down my offer to take care of him told me all I needed to know. You, sweetheart, would never let me murder someone. So I did what any real man would and took care of the dirty work behind your back. The gruesome things we do for love sometimes.” His face contorted into a mix of rage and distaste for the memories he reminisced, but his seeming polar opposite personality disappeared as quickly as it surfaced. His signature flirty smile took over as he squinted his eyes and pressed a finger to your nose, ”Ew.”
The giggle he let out nauseated you as you really let his words sink in. There was not a shred of doubt in you that Hanma had killed that man from the day you met. You began to feel faint as questions ate away at you. Did he kill anyone else? Who? Worst of all, how could you not notice? Surely there had to be signs - red flags that a live-in significant other would never be able to miss - right? Was there anything you could have done if only you had noticed sooner?
“Oh don’t be like that,” he pleaded. Squeezing you into a tight hug again, he focused back on the photo, “If I would have been honest, you would have stopped me. I couldn’t do that after you had come to me crying out for help. I did it for your sake.” His thoughts seemed to linger as his voice trailed off for a moment, but not long enough. “You will see it my way soon enough. With enough of these,” he pulled out the bag of pills again and chucked a handful into his own mouth. You tried with all your might to pull away, thinking he was distracted, but his strong arms kept you locked in place. He wasn’t distracted one bit. Pulling open your mouth, the forceful stretch burning at the sides of your false smile, he leans over and spits the pills into your mouth. Your head is tilted back until enough saliva forces you to swallow or choke to death. Mentally you wanted to just choke, end it right here and now, but your body unfortunately still had some natural fight in it.
Just like that, he’s up and running again, maniacal laughs getting further and further out of ear shot. Scurrying to your feet you try to think of a new plan, and quick. A rational thought was hard to find by now in the sea of fear, adrenaline, and drugs. ”Think, think,” you internally pleaded to no avail.
That was when you noticed a light. Had it been there before? Was it flashing? Your vision had long been playing tricks on you from the exhaustion and what was assumed to be side-effects of whatever drugs he force fed you and now you weren’t sure what you were seeing. Real or not, you fixated on it. The light put you in a trance and you made your way straight for it. A corner of your conscience told you not to, but it was a lost cause. The next thing you knew, you were surrounded in the brightness of the next room, looking down at it - hope - in the form of a little black handgun laying on a chair. Everything about it screamed to you that it was a trap, but what other choice did you have? Picking it up without another thought you turned around to make your way back into the darkness.
This time through Hanma's lovesick torture maze, you had a new confidence about you. Trying to keep your guard up, you checked both directions as you entered each room, gun gripped tight in hand. It was quiet and the rooms were already thrashed from previous struggles so nothing seemed to be out of place to you. Your grip on reality was fading further and further the more you searched for your captive, determined to end this as fast as possible. The gun gave you one last plan of attack, but deep down you knew Hanma would always outsmart you.
And that he did.
"What do you have there?" He casually called out as he stepped out from a doorway to the left. The gun didn't seem to phase him in the slightest. He almost sounded cocky even.
"Shhhh, calm down," he coos as he kisses a tear running down your cheek. His free hand smoothed back against your hair, rubbing your head as he continued his attempts to calm you. "Calm down, calm down. Why are you getting so worked up, babe? It's not like I did this," he whispered and your eyes snapped open as you heard the click of the trigger. The next second seemed like a lifetime as you waited for everything to stop. It was bittersweet in a way that it never did. The relief you felt when you realized the gun might not be loaded began to trigger a laughter rumbling through your chest, almost too unreal to believe. As soon as it started Hanma's laugh rang out loud and he loosened his hold around you just a bit. "That's it, that's IT! You feel it now - the excitement you give me every day. THAT is what it feels like to be in love with you. Never knowing what's next," he spins you to face him and his hand is around your throat instantly pinning you to the nearest wall. "Never knowing if I might just," click the trigger sounds off against your jaw as he grins down upon your shaking form, "DIE from loving you."
Just like that, there it was again - that uncontrollable laugh encouraging him to continue toying with you. His grip on your throat tightened as he got excited and he kissed the barrel of the gun before placing his forehead against yours to look you right in your eyes. All your laughter ceased almost as fast as it started, replaced with intense cries as you felt yourself melting under his gaze. This was the look you once swore you needed to fall asleep to every night, that you needed so much you could dream of it, but this wasn't the same Hanma at all behind those eyes. "Please stop this."
#and this ladies and gents is why I look at Hanma sometimes and wonder if I should simp or not#this was 😮💨😮💨#the oikawa to my Iwaizumi
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Why are you so cute?
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I’d disagree with you because you’re the cute one here, anon.
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Reblog if you want a "why are you so..." in your ask.
Lol i’m not gonna get any, just doing this anyway :P
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“naruto phase” my ass, once you watch rock lee drop his weights you’re in for life
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Very much agree to this
I keep having extremely vivid dreams and it’s a bit unsettling
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I mean like….😮💨😮💨😮💨😮💨 I have a problem
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ko-fi support calendar print interest form food project interest form
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@anxiousbabybird
thinking about him (clone wars season 7 obi-wan)
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All I ever needed in my life was Pimp Taiju.
Should have posted this 2 weeks ago... also this is a bit meme-y, please don't take it too seriously!
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Has anyone seen the Hakuoki anime 👀 I’m curious to know
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No but, it’s the way Kushina apologizes for taking up all of Minato’s time when talking to Naruto before tw canon. 🥹
Why have I done this to myself yet again
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