Yunabunny - YunaBunny

Please, reblog! IIt’s called self defense. Apart from having here, in the US, one of the highest cases of homicide and rape in the world and high rate of GBV, think about how this could help your mother or sister

whatever I'll post my addendum to it anyway

Yandere Rudra, Shiva, Thor, and Posiden walking in on goddess darling killing their husband, but with a twist. The twist is that the darling is killing their husband for them, the darling is Yandere for them. The darling was sick of being trapped in a loveless marriage with their mentally and emotionally abusive husband. So the at first planned to get a proper divorce. The darling knew that it was going to be sort of messy since their husband isn't going to take it lightly; but as soon as threats to the not only growing relationship the darling was having with the Yandere but to also the Yandere themselves, that's when all civilness was thrown out the window and only option the darling could only consider now is bloodshed. By no means the darling doesn't think their Yandere is weak by any means ( most likely the Yandere is more powerful than them), but at the same time that doesn't stop them from flipping to trigger happy when threats are made on their beloved name. Can you please do that love? And also, bonus points if the Yandere helps the darling clean up.

The darling would most certainly sport this classic bad boy after taking a nice romantic bath with their yandere.

-It had been many months, almost a year, since (God) first met you, almost instantly falling for you, but he was distraught to learn that you were already married.

-It was not a marriage of love, your family married you off to secure their financial stability, keeping you trapped in a loveless marriage to a cruel man.

-Your husband couldn’t care less about you, only keeping you around to keep up appearances, as you were a stunning woman, many desired you, and for him to have a hold on you boosted his own image.

-When you met your friend, about a year ago, he gave you everything you wanted, gentle attention and affection, treating you with so much respect, you couldn’t help but fall in love with him.

-He told you to leave your husband, and you wanted to, but you wanted to do things properly, to avoid scandals, to protect your own reputation and your family’s, despite them basically abandoning you.

-(God) had froze in fear when you sent him a message saying you needed help, as it was the day you were giving your husband the divorce papers and he was instantly charging over, thinking you were being hurt.

-He arrived and immediately ran in, hearing you crying, and he quickly followed the sounds of you to an office.

-He was not prepared to see you sitting in your husband’s chair, your husband on the ground before the desk, a large knife sticking out from his back.

-He quickly came over, worried that you were hurt, and he froze, seeing the large bruise on the side of your face, as your husband had managed to strike you when you tried to run from him after he threatened you when you gave him the divorce papers.

-You gasped, seeing (God) there and you leapt into his arms, arms going around is neck and he held you, not minding that the blood on your dress was getting all over him.

-Rudra- He sighed deeply, holding you, glad that you were okay, minus the one bruise that marred your pretty face, before he pulled back, “Are you all right?” you nodded, the tears slowing as you smiled up at him, “He said he was going to kill me then go and kill you. I didn’t want him to hurt you, so I-I killed him.” His eyes were wide, seeing the adoration in your own eyes, that you killed your husband to defend him, even though Rudra could handle himself. He tilted your head up gently, a soft blush appearing on your cheeks, “Now that he’s out of the way, I can do this.” he then kissed you deeply, making you melt in his arms, as he was so elated you loved him too.

-Shiva- His hands carefully brushed the hair from your face, seeing the bruise, his eyes focused into a glare, rubbing his thumb over it gently, “If you hadn’t killed him, I would of, just for touching you.” You held his hand over your cheek, basking in the soft attention, your eyes closing, “He said he was going to make me watch him kill you, then kill me. I-I didn’t want him to hurt you.” Shiva smiled softly, pecking your tears away, seeing your love for him, that you killed your husband for him, which was amusing since Shiva is one of the strongest gods in Valhalla. He kissed y our cheeks softly before smiling down at you, “Our co-wives are waiting for us, they’re preparing a party to welcome you.” Your eyes went wide, filling with happy tears as you hugged him tightly, so happy that he wanted to marry you, and his wives already adored you, you were finally getting the loving family you wanted.

-Thor- He glared down in disgust at your husband’s, furious that he had harmed you, before he kneeled, taking you both to your knees, so he could look at your injury more closely. You held his hand over your cheek, pressing a soft kiss to the palm as he brushed away your tears, relaxing as he saw you smiling at him. He tilted your head up by your chin, smiling as your eyes were twinkling with delight before he kissed you, slow and deep, making your toes curl and he felt elation soaring in his heart. He pulled back, enjoying the color on your cheeks before he picked you up, sitting you back in the chair, asking you what had happened. Thor paused, seeing you smiling up at him, “He said he was going to make you pay, he said you were a bastard for trying to steal me away. I know that you’re so much stronger than him, but his- his words made me so angry.” He chuckled softly, seeing that you killed to protect him, his fondness for you only seemed to grow as he pecked your cheek gently, making you beam.

-Poseidon- He squeezed you, just for a moment before his hands met your shoulders, pushing you back, gently, and his hands went to your face, one to brush the tears away, as each tear seemed to make him more furious, while the other brushed your hair back away from your injured cheek, a harsh glare appearing on his face. His eyes met yours and they softened, just slightly, as you spoke, looking so innocent to him, but your eyes held a fire, a fury if he had to describe it, “When I gave him the papers he did- did this-” lifting your hand up towards your face, pausing as Poseidon took your hand pecking the back of your hand, “and he said he was going to make me regret ever thinking about leaving him. He said you were going to pay too, he said he was- was-” Poseidon kissed you deeply, halting your words, as he saw you getting upset, and his affection made you calm down, he was impressed with you, that you killed your husband, who was a stronger god than you, but not stronger than Poseidon, seeing your passion.

-(God) helped you get rid of the body, getting rid of any and all evidence and helped you clean the office before you forged a letter from your husband, confessing to having an affair and that he was leaving you.

-Once everything was cleaned up, you called in your worries to the authorities, as you hadn’t seen your husband in a few days, while (God) mailed the letter, to be delivered back to your home the next day.

-You called your family next, asking if they had seen your husband, as you knew they had big mouths and were quick to get the word around that your husband was missing.

-(God) joined you in a bath, holding you to his body as you basked in each other’s happy glow.

-You just had to wait for the letter to come, the scandal to be revealed, and then (God) would swoop down to save you from the other gods who you both knew would come to snatch you up, defending you, to make him look like a hero and the two of you would slowly fall in love, saving both of your reputations.

-He decided to stay the night, wanting to hold you while you both slept, the first night for the rest of eternity.

-He was sitting on the bed while you were getting changed, his jaw dropped when you walked out in your sleeping robe, a long sheer robe with fluttering sleeves and nothing but a pair of panties underneath.

-Rudra- His eyes were sparkling, making grabby hand motions with all four of his hands, looking excited to see you in such a way and you smiled, coming over and letting him embrace you, his head against your chest and your arms around his head, both of you elated.

-Shiva- He looked like a kid getting a present, his smile was so big, and his eyes sparkled brightly, even more so when you gave a dainty twirl. He quickly scooped you up, making you giggle before you were quickly on the bed, hugging you tightly, “Where can I get more of these? Kali, Durga, and Parvati will like these, I know it!” you smiled warmly, promising to take them all shopping with you next time and he threw his hands up, telling you he couldn’t wait to see all four of you in such clothing.

-Thor- You looked so dainty, so delicate as you walked out, unable to take his eyes off of you, his eyes widening as you gave him a small smile before you twirled, your robe flowing around you. You looked so angelic. He quickly held you in his arms, holding to you to him as he fell back onto the bed, feeling so happy to be holding you in his arms finally.

-Poseidon- A smirk appeared on his lips as you approached, catching you eyes and you felt your own smile appear as he stood, opening his arms as you made it to him. Your soft sigh of relief as he embraced you made his heart soar, hearing that you were so happy to be in his arms. He gave you a small squeeze, making you smile as you knew he was happy to finally have you.

Omake~

-I couldn’t get the image out of my head of Loki and Buddha (if I wrote them) raiding your closet and finding a matching robe to wear, and be splayed out on your bed in a seductive way when you walked out and both of you dying of laughter afterwards before cuddling

SocialCues

a/n: Been feeling a little down lately.. very self-comfort, but I hope anyone else who has deep rooted anxiety and poor social skills can appreciate this…

cw: depictions of bullying and self-degradation/anxiety. Angst/Comfort

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Why did this always happen? How, even?

You seriously couldn’t wrap your head around how you always found yourself in these damned situations…

After being left alone at your desk, you quietly listened as the classmate who had just walked away whispered to themselves.

“What a freak…”

What did you even do? A freak? You were rightfully polite and pleasant, just as you always have been.

Did you say something wrong? Something weird? All you did was ask your classmate about their dog. Out of all the subjects you were taught to bring up in conversation, pets and hobbies were a universal win. (Strictly of the other person, because if you started going on a rant about your own pet or hobbies, you would make the person feel awkward and at a loss for words.)

How is it you always had a way of making everyone you talk to feel so awkward and bored?

But it was so lonely being forced into submissive quietness. You may have hated that more than the quiet glares of others. So still, you try to do your best and talk to people.

But only after a month of trying, it was evident that others were beginning to avoid you. To avoid talking to you. Avoiding eye contact.

You repeated what you’ve been told over and over again.

Saying less is more.

Use considerate language; words and phrasings.

Don’t make the conversation about yourself.

Avoid too specific points of conversation.

Read their facial expressions.

If they look desperate to leave, end the conversation quickly as to not bother them further.

Maybe being too conscious of what you said was your downfall?

But seriously, what else could you do? If you tried being casual, you make it awkward. If you tried too hard, you make it awkward. And if you don’t try at all, you force yourself into isolation.

Once lunch time rolled around, you started your way to the bathrooms to wash your hands before eating. How could you eat when your hands were covered in eraser shavings and lead stains? However, just at the threshold of the bathroom entrance, you could hear a conversation.

“L/n just doesn’t know when to shut up, does she?”

“Seriously! I can’t even get in a word with her!”

“Really? I just felt like she wasn’t even there when I tried talking to her! Like, she was waiting for me to ask her questions or something.”

“She asks way too many questions, like, why are you so obsessed with me?”

“She doesn’t really have much of a personality, I can’t stand people like that!”

“I dunno, I just can’t stand her.”

Honestly, they were pretty loud. People around the bathroom could definitely hear whoever it was talking.

You honestly didn’t even know how to react.

Maybe this was a good thing? At least this way you knew what you were doing wrong. Unfiltered criticism on how you could do better. So silently, you stood and listened.

It really hurt, hearing people talk about you like this. But it was your fault in the first place. Suck it up. Do better. Be better.

Holding back your tears, you fidgeted with your fingers. It was no good. You were bound to burst out in tears at any second.

“Oi.” Out came a sudden call. Startled, your heart leapt out of your chest. Looking up, you saw your classmate, Baji Keisuke, holding three filing boxes of what you assumed to be pre-graded tests and other miscellaneous paperwork. “Lend me a hand, would ya? Teach wants these taken to the teachers lounge before lunch’s over.”

It took you a few seconds to properly register that he was actually talking to you. Though it was hard to tell, given his huge thick rimmed glasses. Once it finally clicked that he was actually talking to you, a wave of embarrassment hit you hard.

“Me? Oh, uhh… o-okay.” You agreed slowly, looking at your dirty hands. You guessed it would be more suitable to wait to wash your hands after carrying a dusty box. Somewhat relieved, you nodded and walked over to your black haired classmate, gingerly shifting the top most box out of his face, into your grip. “Just this one is fine, or should I grab another..?”

You began to ask, until you were met with awkward silence.

SHIT. YOU DID IT AGAIN? Already? Embarrassed to the point of tears, you started down. “S-sorry, dumb question.”

Your classmate seemed disgruntled at your comment. Self pity never looked good. You were just digging yourself into a more massive hole. Just shut up and take the boxes.

Lift your fair share.

Almost forgot that rule.

Just as you went to shuffle the second box out from his grasp, your class mate stepped back. “I got these, just the one is fine.” He said.

“Just the one?” You asked.

“Yeah.. I mean, not to sound like an ass— I mean, um…” he clicked his tongue, trying to think of a better way to rephrase his comment.

“You can say ass, I don’t care.” You giggled quietly. You were faking it a little, what with how shot your confidence was already. But it was cute watching Baji flounder for the right words.

“Right. What I mean is, I’m probably stronger than you are, carrying these isn’t any issue. I just needed help with the third one since it was blocking my view.”

That made sense. He was damn near a foot taller than you after all. And he didn’t seem to struggle with the load in strength. Your silence made your classmate a little on edge.

“I ain’t trying to call you weak or anything. Shit. Just.. lets go.” He huffed before starting his way to the stair case.

Following close behind, you were scrambling your head with how to reply. Do you need to reply? But he sounded a little unsure of his own phrasing, sometimes validation was good for these kinds of situations.

‘It’s okay, I didn’t think you were calling me weak.’

Simulating the conversation in your head, you give up, rationalizing that your comment would more than likely go unanswered anyway.

Lost in these thoughts, you trailed behind Baji silently.

That’s right.

When it doubt, just be quiet. Just. Be quiet.

And it seemed your classmate was content with this as well.

Just as you were rounding the stairs, you were suddenly overwhelmed by a group of boys roughhousing with one another, laughing and unbothered. Before you even had the chance to move out of their way, a boy had rammed into your side hard. This caused for a series of unfortunate events.

Being as you were just making your way down the stairs, this rash shove caused you to lose your balance, trip over your feet, and topple forward. It wasn’t pretty. You definitely did at least one summersault on your crash down, the box of papers you held flying everywhere. What would have made it worse was if you had crashed into Baji on your way down, but luckily for both of you, he had walked at a much quicker pace, and had already reached the bottom of the staircase before your topple.

It was dead silent. Luckily, there weren’t too many students around, but there were enough. The boys looked back to one another, contemplating if they could just run off before you realized who they were, stay and help, or even apologize. You were the weirdo of their class after all, it’s not like these kinds of things didn’t just… happen.

“The hells your guys’ problem, huh?!” Baji yelled. It was really loud, louder than you’d ever heard him before. “Got a death wish or somethin’? Help pick this shit up, now!”

Hell with his reputation, this shit pissed him off way more than his tempter would allow him to suppress.

“R-right!” The boys who’d bumped into you nodded and scrambled to pick up all the scattered papers. “And apologize!” Baji yelled a second time, furious that they hadn’t even considered to do that first.

“We’re really sorry!! We weren’t looking, it was an accident!! We’re sorry!” They groveled low to the ground as they cleaned up the mess of their own making.

Baji huffed, but seeing as they were doing exactly as he told, he let it be for now. He sat his own boxes down gently, squatting over to help you up. “Hey, you okay?” He asked.

“No—“ you snapped in a sarcastic tone, but it was only out of bubbling up frustration and humiliation. Clearing out your throat, before he would reply, you started to pick up the papers scattered at your bruised knees. “Yeah, sorry. I’m okay; just didn’t expect it.. sorry I dropped the box. Sorry.” You repeated quietly, head hung low.

You only ever made trouble. If you’d just moved out of the way faster, you wouldn’t have messed up so harshly. Even if they were clearly in the wrong, if you’d just caught your footing instead of tripping, none of this would have happened.

“Come on, these bastards can take the rest from here.” Baji glared while his glasses slipped past his nose, leaving each boy trembling in fear. “W-we’ve got it from here..” One nodded in defeat.

Baji grabbed your shoulders, you rushed you to your feet. “Don’t worry about this, ‘going to the nurse.” He had an aura of order around him while helping you down the remaining stairs. “It’s okay, you don’t have to walk me..” you mumbled, not even sure it was worth going to the nurse for anyway. All you did was fall.

“You’ve got a few knots, and a lot of bruising. You should really be put on ice.” Baji looked you over as the two of you walked. “It had to of hurt. Seriously, those guys should have been looking where they were going. Don’t worry about it though, I’ll make sure they properly apologize again later.”

You chuckled humorlessly, and waved him off, eyes still glued downcast. “It’s not that big of a deal. It was an accident.”

“Accident or not, they’re gonna pay.” He muttered. “Sorry to trouble you, you’d probably have been better off if I just took the boxes all myself.”

“No worries, I wanted to help.”

Once you reached the nurse, Baji stopped you before going in. “You’re L/n, right?”

“Y-yeah, Y/n L/n… I sit in the front, a few rows to the right of where you sit.”

“Right. Sorry bout that again, I’ll let the teacher know you’ll be back a little later than lunch, so don’t sweat hurrying back. Just take your time.”

When was the first the anyone was this considerate of your wellbeing? Sure, it was a common courtesy, but it was still out of the norm. He gave a final look over of you, he seemed to narrow his brows further. “Well … I’m off. Seriously, take it easy.” He waved, and stepped back, waiting for you to enter.

“Right… thank you, Baji.” You have a slight bow before escaping into the nurses office.

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You were so tired. Maybe it would be best to let it go. Just accept you weren’t able to make friends. Finally accept something was actually wrong with you, and just stop trying.

Murmurs about your little fall were the talk of the class after lunch. Apparently the guys who bumped into you were actually pretty popular. Spreading misinformation about what happened, and making you out to be the bad guy. Seriously, what did you ever do to them? It wasn’t fair.

Overwhelmed, the end of the day came, and it was becoming impossible to tune out all 20 different conversations happening simultaneously as students filed out of the classroom. You bit your tongue and waited. The room would become empty before too long.

One by one, everyone left. And you were finally left alone. Finally. The weight of the day finally began to settle in the newfound quietness.

You quietly laid your head down on your desk, and held your arm sleeves tightly. Just breath. Why is it no matter what, you always make things worse? It was so suffocating, you didn’t even realize how harsh your breathing had become. Tears burned your eyes, and suddenly you couldn’t hold it back anymore. Openly sobbing into your sleeves, you huddled in upon yourself closer.

This sucked! What the hell! You didn’t do anything wrong! So why…

It didn’t do any good to think about it further than that. All thinking did was make it worse. Stop thinking. Just pretend like it didn’t happen. Pretend like you don’t hear anyone when they talk behind your back anymore. Pretend like your knees don’t hurt, like your feelings weren’t crushed. No one cared anyway. Suck it up.

Do better. Be better. Stop crying. Stop—

“Hey…” you heard a soft voice call out beside you. Your breath hitched. Was the classroom not empty? Did you seriously start crying in front of someone like that? This had to be the worst day.

You felt something cold touch your shoulder, and what you can only assume to be a juice box plopped down on your desk.

You didn’t lift your head. Soon to follow, the slight screech in a chair pulled out beside you, and the shifting of clothes. “Leave me alone…” you said softly; hoarsely.

“I thought about it… but it kinda seems like you could use a friend.” Wait, you recognized that voice. Ever so slightly, you turned your head to the side, and peeked past your hair to see Baji sitting slouched and wide legged beside you.

Still, you couldn’t let him see you like this. Rubbing your eyes against the material of your sleeve, you mumbled again. “It’s okay. You really don’t have to do all that.”

He was quiet. You were hopeful that he wouldn’t push the pity treatment further. The juice box was enough. It was thoughtful, and sweet. He was trying. But it was unnecessary. You’d forget about today soon enough.

Baji wasn’t sure what he should do. Maybe he should just leave you alone. He wasn’t really that good at comforting people, and you really didn’t seem in the mood to talk.

He’d never talked to you before today anyway.

Yet he couldn’t find it in himself to do it.

Anytime your name was brought to mention, it was always some bullshit gossip he never cared to listen to. You kept a low profile and seemed to always have a cheery aura about you. Those rumors were just that, rumors. It kind of reminded himself of when people would mumble about him behind his back when he first got held back. Sure, everything that everyone said about him was true, about being a delinquent, or being dumb. But it didn’t seem that way with you.

“People are assholes and just say shit to make you feel bad about yourself. I’m friends with a bunch of weirdos— some real freaks, so I can confidently say you aren’t as weird as people make you out to be.”

Well, it was a nice thought, if anything else. You giggled, sniffling a last few times before turning away from Baji, and wiping your face clean. You faced forward, a guilty smile decorating your features.

Baji Keisuke wasn’t ever really one to notice a person’s appearance, not for girls anyway. Yet he couldn’t help but admire you. Maybe it was the puffiness of your eyes and lashes, all clumped up together in wet mattes. Or maybe it was the gentle smile of giving up that twisted his heart into feeling like he should help you. To get closer to you.

“H-here.” Baji stuttered, and held out his glasses to you. “I don’t actually need them, they’re just for show. You were trying to hide you were crying, right?”

You blinked suspiciously at him, who was a little red faced and shifting of his own gaze. Was he trying to be considerate? Either way, it made you laugh. “Why do you wear them if you don’t need them?” You took the bait, and reached out for the plastic glasses.

“Well, I’ve been told I can look, intimidating, kinda. Like I’m always glarin’ or something. S-so, I guess that’s why?” He couldn’t exactly tell you he didn’t want to be recognized for being Tokyo Manji Gang’s first division captain.

“That so?” You played along, putting the glasses on in playful banter. “Huh, you’re right. They’re fake.” You smiled, and looked back over at Baji. Immediately, Baji broke out into a fit of laughter.

“Bwaaahaha! What the hell! You look so dorky!” He toppled onto himself, holding his side. You immediately followed his fit of laughter, kicking the chair below him. “I look dorky? Speak for yourself poindexter! You’re the one who looks goofy on the daily!”

Normally, those comments would cause Baji to roll his eyes, but with how lighthearted the air was, it only managed to make him laugh harder.

It felt good, laughing so hard with someone. A stranger even. “Alright, come on’, I’ll treat you to some ramen. You had to skip out on eating lunch since I asked you to help me right? You gatta be starving.” Baji offered, hoisting himself up and out of his chair, pushing it in.

“Well…” you thought about it. You’d hate to put him out and cause anymore unnecessary trouble. Yet, for once, you felt like you understood the social cues going on around you. Being able to relax, smile and laugh with someone, and they offer to take you out for food? Would it really be a bad thing to accept?

“Sure…”

Therapist: Oh, you definitely have daddy issues

Me: no, I don't

Also, me hours later realizing all my favorite fictional characters are older man....