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eeunoia · 3 months

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ENHYPEN Imagines

insolitus | yjw.

pairings: yang jungwon x reader

synopsis: you’ve always thought jungwon is out of this world, out of ordinary. he’s someone who seems familiar but at the same time mysterious for almost everybody. you didn’t expect that he himself will unfold more of him with you and it was an insolitus experience.

word counts: 2k

warnings: yandere themes, mention of murder, violence, obsessive love, grammatical errors. (let me know if i missed some)

note: this have a part two. it was not yet ready to be released, but since some anons kept telling me to stop writing then they leave me no choice but to post something. ehe. anyway, i will fix this probably tomorrow since it doesn’t have a picture for this fic. send me asks about what you think about this. love reading your comments and replies. i love you all, please keep safe.

The whole room was quiet. You might think that it was vacant, but there are two persons inside. The defeaning silence almost suffocate the officer sitting at one of the chairs. He sighs trying to lift whatever that heavy feeling he’s having ever since he entered this room.

The bright light gives a full view of the face of 17 year old, Yang Jungwon. At first look he seems to be like a normal guy, but for some reasons Officer Nam gets some odd feeling from this boy.

He draws in a sigh then taps lightly over the table while his other hand grips tightly at the folder he was holding. His eyes darted at the boy whose head hangs low at the moment and hands resting over his lap.

Despite the soft looking face, the officer couldn’t help but to feel chills while looking over his blood stained school uniform. He even have some over his face that already turned into brownish color after drying up over time.

“Okay, let me ask you again.” Office Nam cleared his throat and leaned over the table, the only thing that keeping them apart.

“I already told you, I don’t know who did it or what happened to him.” Jungwon says in a low tone, sticking to the words he said the first time they asked him.

“The blood on your shirt—” he raises his head and his brows folds in a remorseful way.

“I told y-you Sir, I found him and tried to help! His blood got all over me because of that.” Jungwon explains and he looked very convincing. The words he mutters are acceptable, but his eyes looked so blank. The police officer couldn’t point out what’s wrong, but his eyes looked so emotionless.

He kept his lips pursed into a thin line and stared at him straight to his eyes. Usually, kids his age will be in panic and can even broke into tears specially after being involve in a very serious crime. But he is different. Yang Jungwon, despite having the look of remorse and worries—makes him feel very wary. Its very unsettling.

He shuts his eyes for a while then sighs. “Okay, let’s say what you’re saying are true. But we still can’t let you go because you are our only lead to solve this crime.”

He doesn’t exactly know what he expects to happen next, but nothing prepares him for what’s about to unfold in front of him.

“So annoying.” the boy muttered lowly but enough for the officer to hear.

“Excuse me?” he asks just to make sure he heard him right.

From looking so uneasy and worried, Jungwon raises his head then leans his back comfortably over the chair. His forehead relaxed causing for the crease on it to disappear. He tilt his head while staring deadly straight to the police officer.

Shivers came rushing through the police officer’s whole body.

“I did it.” he said it so naturally. Like confessing from stealing a candy.

The corner of his lips lifts up a bit, “I killed him.” he confessed that made the officer sick in the stomach.

His heart felt like it stopped beating, cold sweats showers him and his hand froze at the sudden confession from the boy. He couldn’t properly express his own emotions because of the utter shock. He doesn’t know if it was from how the boy says those horrifying words so naturally or how he doesn’t look even bothered about it that made him like this.

It made the officer think if he’s aware of the crime he just committed. The lack of remorse and guilt are evident through his eyes. Its almost impossible to believe.

“You want to know how I did it?” he licked his lower lip and slightly straighten his back. “I grabbed a bottle and broke it. I used the sharp edges to stab him on his stomach, heart and neck.” he says and a sinister smile made it to his lips.

He leans closer, “And I repeat it again and again and again. Until he basically stopped breathing and died.” he even gave a shoulder shrug and rested his back again on the chair.

“W-Why...” the officer’s lips shakes as he stutter through his own words.

“I just want to.” Jungwon smiles as his eyes still looked dead.

Countless criminals with such horrible crimes had confessed inside this office. But this is the very first time that one actually scared and made Mr. Nam tremble in fear.

Despite all of these, he tried to gather his thoughts and composed himself. His hand slowly went down near his gun, preparing himself to anything that can happen.

“Do you know w-what consequences awaits for you because of what you did?”

Jungwon shrugs his shoulder off. “Yeah, I’m not stupid.”

The way he say every words confidently just makes the atmosphere even heavier. Normally they should be begging to take it easy on them or pleading not guilty for the crime they’re being accounted for.

But this kid...

“You can be jailed.”

“No, I won’t.”

“Yes you are a minor, but you can still serve juvenile for a few years before we can transfer you to an actual prison.” his jaw clenches together with his fist, trying to make himself look stronger. Well he has to. He’s way older than him, have more built and training. He’s also the adult inside the room so if anything, he should have the upper hand between them, right?

“Oh really?” his tone sounded so monotonous like as if it was the most boring thing he had ever heard that day.

Even before the officer can utter another word, the door to the interrogation room bursted open then revealed a man wearing a neatly ironed suit while carrying a suit case.

Officer Nam’s forehead furrowed hardly and he was about to tell them to go out as he's in the middle of a very confidential case only to be caught off guard.

He starts to wonder why this man is standing there and behind him is their Chief of Police following him like a loyal dog.

The boy didn’t even bothered looking at the newly arrived people. He rolled his eyes looking so bored and tired of this place.

“What do you think my father will feel when he knew I was here for two hours?” Jungwon asks the man that just arrived. His eyes looked dead and bored, tone serious and cold before he slowly stood up from his sit.

His aura was totally different. It was like Jungwon is a scared sheep a while ago that he used to look after, asking him what happened and so on so fort. Then suddenly that very same sheep tears off his sheep skin and revealed his true self. A fox. A predator.

Officer Nam snapped back to his senses and it took him time to realize what’s going on. His shoulder fell along with the hope to serve justice when he looked at one of the greatest lawyers in South Korea bowing at Yang Jungwon like he was so sorry for letting him stay in this interrogation room for too long.

Jungwon smirks looked so sly as he walks away from that room, the Chief even made way and apologizes for the hold. The young boy strides the police station’s hallway like a free man oozing with nothing but pride and power. Like as if he didn’t just do something horrible. As if he didn’t just killed somebody.

“Nam, we need to talk.” their Chief Officer says in a very strict tone while he closes the door behind his back.

Officer Nam kept his mouth shut and tries hard to keep his composure. His jaw clenches along with his fists under the table and his thoughts starts to wander mindlessly.

He doesn’t even need to hear what their Chief officer was about to discuss with him. He’s already aware of it. At this point, all there left is to surrender and just force himself to turn blind eye to this injustice.

After-all, he is nothing up against the Governor’s youngest son, Yang Jungwon.

They said that out of the hundred people you walk across the world, at least 1 of them are a psychopath. They can blend into the society naturally like they’re truly part of it. Like they’re totally normal and not thinking of unaliving someone in the worst way all the time.

Now, to identify that small percentage of the population started to become totally difficult. You can never know which one of the people you interact with are part of them. It can be your neighbor who greets you with big smiles every morning, it can be the traffic officer who helps you cross the street, the taxi driver, the guard by the gates of your school, your teacher or your classmates.

But never in a million chances that you will think that it can be Yang Jungwon. There is no way someone as sweet and perfect as Jungwon can be part of them. No, never. He’s undeniably handsome, from a good family, polite, responsible—president of the student council, top of your class, kind, athletic, talented, have dimples and always talks in the sweetes softest way. If one will have to point someone who is an epitome of an angel, he can be that.

So why are you inside this dark room, cuffed to a steel bar, face drenched with sweat and tears and totally scared for your life after being kidnapped by him? By Yang Jungwon.

You completely blanked out from the series of events that just occured hours ago. You remembered being with (name), arguing about how he’s so controlling and tiring for you. He was shouting at you and grabbing you over your wrist. You are expecting a slap or your hair being pulled by him, but the next thing you knew, he was down on the floor showering over his own blood. Yang Jungwon stands beside you, staring blankly at him while holding a broken bottle he just used to stab your boyfriend to death.

And the moment it finally dawned onto you, you tried to run away from him. It was too late. Jungwon manages to catch you and covered your mouth with this cloth that made you lose consciousness.

A faint creeking sound from the door made you snap back to reality. Your head perks up, eyes a little bit hopeful while heart still beats in an inconsistent pace.

“H-Help.” you tried to say, slightly choking your words because of the shock you’ve just been to.

Lights emits when it cracks open causing for you to squint your eyes slightly. The moment you saw who it was, you gulped and the corner of your eyes burns. Chest rises up and down, feeling suffocated out of fear.

Yang Jungwon stood proudly by the door. The light blue uniform coat was too familiar for you as it was what boys in your school wears almost everyday. He stares without saying anything before he slightly moves his shoulder to take off his blood stained coat.

The person beside him was quick to assist him.

“Did she eat already?” he asks casually, eyes still darted at your direction.

You trembles in fear and stares away from time to time, couldn’t really hold the eye contact longer than five seconds.

“No, young master.”

He rolls his eyes as he looked over the person beside him. Fear reflects his face as he bow his head nervously. Jungwon kept his eyes at him before he sighs and tilts his head to the side. You can almost hear that person’s sigh of relief when Jungwon started walking towards your way.

Fear flows through your system like a water as you try to push yourself near the wall, away from him. When he’s close enough, he crouches down and scanned you from head to toe.

Jungwon could not explain how excited he is as he stare at you. He couldn’t help but to let a small smile shed over his pretty lips, satisfied.

“Tell me this isn’t a dream.” he mumbles, only enough for you to hear. Tears pooled your eyes and they flow continuously to your pretty face.

Jungwon pursed his lips and stretches his hand closer to you. He gently cupped your face and using his thumb, he wiped off your tears. Despite the soft touches he gradually give you, it made you flinch but Jungwon tries to ignore it for the mean time. For now, he still couldn’t handle the thrill of having you here together with him.

“My pretty girl.” he whispers with so much adoration, eyes almost flashing heart shapes as he stares at you.

“Even if you’re crying, you are still gorgeous.” he added that made you feel sick in the stomach.

“D-Don’t touch me.” you finally manages to say as you move your face away from his touch. The smile on Jungwon’s lips fell and his eyes turned dark after what you did.

It quickly sent shivers through your spine, but you try your best not to let him see how terrified you are to him.

As he carefully scan you, he noticed how your body is shaking and his mood switches right away. Its quite fascinating even for you.

“You’re shaking, baby. Are you cold?” he asks sounding so gentle. It was almost like the same Jungwon you see around campus. It was unbelievable.

“Here,” he says after someone handed him a blanket.

He slowly helped you to wrap it over your shoulder. Suddenly, the hunger and the tiredness from resisting for hours kicked in. You have no remaining energy to even resist anymore or to even shove his hand away. Jungwon gets too excited when you let him take care of you. Its not like you have a choice.

“You’re a m-murderer.” it almost came out as a mumble, but when he stops from gently caressing your arm you knew he heard it. He looked at you and you didn’t saw any guilt. None.

“Do you hate me?” he raised his hand from holding your arm to touching your face, he cares it so gently again like you’re a very fragile thing for him.

You kept your mouth shut and just shoot him glares while tears stream down your eyes.

“He’s a terrible boyfriend anyway. He hurts you and he’s so lame.” his eyes follows a tear that escaped your eye and he went to wipe it again.

“Don’t waste your tears for him. I actually did you a favor.” and he brushes hairs stuck at your skin.

“B-By killing him?”

Jungwon pursed his lips and memory of your boyfriend screaming out of pain flashes through him for a while. He almost rolled his eyes at how pathetic he sounded a while ago, but he stopped himself.

“He doesn’t deserve you and so I thought you could use a new boyfriend.” he clenches his jaw and while holding an eye contact, he leans in and placed a soft kiss at your shoulderblades.

He almost lose his mind when he inhaled your familiar scent. The very same scent he grew addicted to. Now, he doesn’t have to settle on watching you from a far and trying to use every reasons he can use just to have a small talk with you. Now, you are here with him and you belong to him. He couldn’t be happier.

You shut your eyes and shake your head slowly, whimpering.

“P-Please just let me g-go.” your voice cracks from screaming and crying too much.

“Don’t worry, I will.” he smiled and you looked at him hopeful.

“R-Really?”

He nods his head, “Once I finally tamed and make you submit to me completely.”

Your stomach churns and hope starting to crumble down once again.

“You are a monster! Y-You will rot in hell.”

Jungwon stood up and stared down at you. His strict, cold eyes sent direct shivers down to your spine. He slides both of his hand inside his pockets while he continues looking at you.

“If that’s the price I have to pay to have you in this lifetime,” he stalls his words and smiles. “I will gladly accept my fate.”

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hstylesloverr · 1 year

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YOUNG LOVE.

evan peters x model!yn

warnings: mentions of the show “dahmer”??, age gap

evanupdates via instagram post

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evanupdates “ The funny thing is, when I was offered the part to play Dahmer, I seriously considered turning it down. You know, I didn't think I could measure up. Yes, I had done something similar in American Horror Story, but trying to tell an event as horrific as Dahmer's life and what he did to his victims in such an explicit and realistic way? I really thought I wasn't up to the task. I told my girlfriend that I had been offered a big role and that I was thinking about whether or not to turn it down. She asked me what it was about and well, I told her what the series was about a bit. Then she looked me straight in the eye and simply said, "You have to accept this role."

[…]

Yes, I really think I couldn't have done it without the support I got from the whole team and especially from my girlfriend. You know, she would sit with me every afternoon and we'd spend hours and hours watching documentaries and Dahmer movies, reading police reports, newspapers from the time, whatever. The support I had from her was truly something I will always be grateful for. ”

- Evan talking about the process of accepting his character in the new netflix publicity interview.

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yourinstagram posing for the camera as if i just weren’t traumatized.

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ynupdates CUTIES 🥹! Y/N and her boyfriend, Evan Peters, in a pub tonight in Paris.

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imtotallyokandnormal · 6 months

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I am so sorry to the anon that requested this but as I was writing it I accidentally posted the unfinished thing and lost your request BUT IT IS NOW DONE SO I HOPE YOU ENJOY AND I APOLOGIZE!

Read the warnings on this one especially just in case

Reader: gn reader

Warnings: BIG TW FOR MENTIONS OF SH, this is meant to be after the reader hurts themselves so nothing graphic, but there are mentions of cuts and bruises

Image link: where did ya go

》☆John Doe Caring for You After Self-Harm☆《

- It doesn't matter how or why it happened. Whether you told him how or why didn't matter. All John knew was that you were vulnerable. Possibly scared, possibly angry, there could have been many emotions going on at once, maybe you couldn't even name them. But out of all of those things, he knew you were hurt.

- The moment they learned about it, they did everything in their power to keep calm. He knew you had to be in a vulnerable state, so it was imperative that he stayed calm. The first thing they asked was if you needed anything, and whatever it was they swiftly went to carry out the task.

- In all honesty, John was scared. More than scared. There wasn't a word to describe just how much fear and guilt and worry came rushing into him at once when he learned about what was happening. But that wasn't important to them right then, and their feelings were not your fault. Your safety was what mattered, more than anything else.

- If you were injured he'd take the time to properly patch you up, reciting instructions to himself under his breath. He learned some basic first aid in order to help you in case you ever got hurt. It was partially for self-assurance, hoping that he could fix things if he ever hurt you by accident again.

- They would be trying to think of what to say afterwards. In an attempt to engage your mind in something else he'd talk about anything and everything he could. The weather, things they saw that reminded them of you, the things they picked up (stole) from the store. Anything to keep your mind on something. Honestly, it also was a way to keep himself regulated too.

- If you didn't want them to talk they'll keep quiet, but they would still ask you if you need anything in order to help you feel comfortable. All they want is for you to feel safe.

- Any thoughts, feelings and questions they'd have in those moments would be kept to themselves. They wouldn't want you to see their worry, especially not since you were already going through so much. Their focus would be entirely on you, and they would prefer it that way anyway.

- They would offer to give you a bath or shower, knowing that humans do that as a form of self care (John doesn't get it because he literally turns to mush if he has to be in water and it's a sensory hell of an experience). If you took him up on it he'd gladly stay and wash you, just not in the water with you. His hands would be gentle, studying your body for any other cuts or bruises that he might have missed while patching you up.

- If you ever mentioned feeling like a burden to them at all, John would look at you with such a tender expression you could almost feel their heart grow soft. They'd wrap you in their arms or take your hand, maybe both, and assure you that as long as he could help keep you safe it was more than worth it to him. Nothing you could ever do would burden him.

- That night you and John would watch any movie you wanted, curled up on the bed. They may even turn into their Doe ball form for you to pet if you requested it. Anything at all, and they'd do it for you. Anything and everything, just for you.

- After you fall asleep, John will gaze at your sleeping form so lovingly, stroking your face. He's just happy that you're now safe. He'll do anything in his power to keep you safe, no matter what.

#normal headcanons!#i hope anon enjoys this and is doing well!#john doe visual novel #john doe x you #john doe x reader #john doe #house hunted game #house hunted visual novel #f/o #f/o community #f/o imagines #imagine your f/o #gn reader

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dvskf4llz · 26 days

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Hello there! I always do enjoy finding more Hermitcraft x reader content as there never seems to be a good amount at times.

Anywhoosle, could I possibly get a Rendog x reader(fem or gender neutral, your choice) where it is nothing but fluff? Like, he comforts reader after a very bad day they had(I have had the worst day ever in my life so far, and have been watching Ren's videos to brighten my spirits)

Thanks, and take your time with the request, no rush or hurry.

Heck yeah!! I find so much comfort through Ren's videos aswell! He's my number one comfort YouTuber‼️

Anyways enjoy this little oneshot :3

I srsly need to stop forgetting to post 😭😭

Rough days

𝓡𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓰 𝔁 𝓖𝓝!𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

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Summary: The reader has been having quite the bad days as of recently, their lover Ren had noticed this so he decided to comfort them and reassure them that everything will be okay <3

Type: Fluffy oneshot, romantic (I'm so sorry if you wanted platonic-)

Warnings ⚠: no warnings, just slight angst to fluff/hurt to comfort

Proofread: nah (I don't think it'll ever be)

This is a bit rushed once more bc my dumbass keeps forgetting to post.. Also I only just found out now how to add the 'read more' thing after posting for about a year now 😭😭

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As of recently, you'd been feeling down mentally. For a few days now, nothing had been going too good for you. You'd been constantly getting pulled around to help things with the Hermits, you barely got any time to yourself. Not to mention, you had quite the building projects that were in the works. Though, due to you having to help the Hermits you barely had any time to work on your own stuff. And not only did you struggle with bringing different animals to different pens, they would somehow end up escaping when you weren't looking! You had quite the long days.

At the end of the week, you had finally thought that you could take a break. But as soon as you were about to just lay down for a bit, you end up hearing a 'ding' from your communicator. You were about to just absolutely lose it, but you decided to stay calm for now and see who it was. It was Gem, she had asked you to help with a part of her build. You, wanting to be a good friend just accepted because you struggled with saying no.

And so, you made your way out of the base and headed over to Gem's. Ren on the otherhand who had been building outside, watched you leave the house a bit aggressively. He had a concerned expression on his face as he watched you slowly walk more and more farther away, he knew something was up. He was going to find out what was bothering you because no way in heck was he going to let his lover be all frowny.

While you thought this whole thing would only take like 30 minutes or so, you were absolutely wrong. The small part of Gem's build took a whole 3 HOURS because Gem kept on changing her mind throughout the whole thing, you had been trying so hard not to just lose it right then and there. You wanted to be a good friend to Gem so of course, you helped her with her constant changing of this part of her build. By the time you were finally done and heading back home, it started raining.

"How could this day get even worse at this point?" You groaned in annoyance as you continued walking back home with no umbrella or hood because you didn't know it was going to rain today, things just HAD to not go your way today... What made things worse was that when you arrived infront of your base, you noticed a fence missing and also your cows missing. Yikes. It was so hard not to just start raging right now.

So after you finally got your cows back, you stepped inside of the house and practically almost fell down face forward. You would've actually fell if Ren hadn't been there to catch you on time, he had been waiting in front of the door for a bit now. He could already see just how soaked you were from having to be in the rain for so long, he lead you over to the couch and grabbed some towels quickly. He soon had returned with some fluffy and thick towels and began to help dry you off, he had also made you to grab some of your clothes for you to change into so that you wouldn't have wet clothes on your body the whole time. He would rather not have his partner be sick!! Also, he'd definitely make a light hearted joke about you looking like a soaked wet cat.

Once you had started to change your clothes, Ren would close his eyes to respect you. Even if you said it was fine, he still didn't open his eyes (maybe he'd peak his eyes out once but only that one time). Ren did not want to make you uncomfortable in any way, he loved you too much to do that to you. So after you were done changing, he finally opened his eyes and pulled you close to him. He'd hug you tightly, but not tight enough to hurt you. Again, he loves you so much so he would never do anything to hurt you.

Ren was about to cuddle you on the couch, but then realized it would probably be too uncomfortable for you so he decided to carry you back to your guys' shared room. If you didn't want to be carried though, he'd just gently take your hand and lead you over to the bedroom. He'd set you down on the bed so you'd be laying down, him then laying down next to you as well and holding you close.

If he were to see you still upset, he'd first reassure you by saying something like:

"Everything's going to be just fine alright? Things may have not gone your way today, but at least the next day might be better."

If it wasn't enough, he'd make a joke that's either suggestive/flirty to make you smile or just meant to make you laugh (not writing anything for this because idk how to do sht like that 😭)

Ren would be such a cuddle bear towards you the whole time you're in bed, he would not let you get out even if one of the Hermits had been asking you to help them once more. He would probably just take your communicator and type the Hermit a quick and 'polite' message mention how you were busy with him and would place your communicator aside, away from your reach.

Ren was NOT going to allow you to continue to overwork yourselves with all the Hermits' favors, you needed a break. And a cuddle session was what he figured you needed, afterall you two also haven't been able to spend quality time together so this was working out quite a lot.

Overall, you managed to get enough rest and also just be with Ren for the day. You were protestant at first, but now you were enjoying the cuddle session and shared kisses from time to time.

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WEEWOW!!! YOU GOT TO THE ENDING!! hope y'all enjoyed it as per usual, I'm editing this tmr as it is currently 12 am for me rn‼️‼️ I don't like how short this is so yeah probably will update this soon

Anyways, hope you guys have been doing better and been taking care of yourself! Bye bye for now reader!

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thefiendio · 10 months

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Too Much

Hello! I hope you enjoy my post!

This is a submissive Miguel O'Hara X dominant female reader.

Warnings-

Sub male, Dom female, p-in-v interaction, Miguel is his own warning, edging, bondage, overstimulation, potential dacryphilia, biting, marking, blood warning, my crappy takes on Spanish, this is purely for indulgent purposes, hinted at spider-person reader, kind of lazy at the end, slight aftercare, NSFW things, jumps right into smut.

Minors/ageless blogs DNI

Anyway, enjoy!

A soft grunt sounded in the dimly lit room followed by a soft moan as you, pleasantly seated in between Miguel's open legs, played with his large length that bobbed with any movement placed carefully against it.

"Por favor! No puedo más! I can't handle anymore!" The man begged, hoping that you would take mercy on him so he could finally cum. Dried tears shined in the moonlight that made itself known by peeking through the slightly open curtains, making his tanned skin glow even more than it already does.

Miguel was bound by his wrists, which were pinned against the headboard by some silky restraints. Knowing that he could easily break out of the silk, but he refused to do so to humor you, turned you even more on than you already were. To take some form of mercy on him, you didn't bind his ankles to the other posts of the bed, instead letting them be free to move as he wished them to be.

You used your unoccupied hand to gently tap his thigh and to softly shush him so he would have some more hope of any inevitable mercy. You had been edging him for the good majority of an hour, letting him get closer and closer to his high than the last, and stealing it away from him, letting him suffer with the ache that grew in his lower regions and abdomen.

He was moving around and writhing within the restraints, careful to not break them as to not suffer the consequences, you could tell he was getting frustrated, even more than he already was. Knowing this, you leaned forward and let go of his cock, prompting a soft whine from him, you placed one hand on the firm abs underneath his sternum and the other on the solid shoulder muscles, using them as balance so you could lean forward and press a hungry kiss to his lips. Miguel kissed back like a starved man, trying to get the connection to last even longer than what you wanted, using his sharp fangs to draw blood by piercing your bottom lip. You grunted and Miguel, just realizing what he did, whimpered and retracted his fangs and looked at you with an expression that screamed that he didn't mean to do that. He started pushing out apologies faster than you could even comprehend what was going on. You froze, eyes widening and breaking character for a moment, then you smiled.

"It's okay amor, you didn't mean it. I'm not mad. In fact, I believe you deserve a reward for doing so well and taking what you are given with," you paused, "minimal complaints." At the mention of a reward, he perked up and looked up at you with his beautiful brown eyes. Holding eye contact, you positioned your wetness above his shaft, using the hand on his abs to help line you both up.

He gasped quietly as you lowered yourself down onto him, inserting his tip into you. As you sunk down, a soft moan escaped your lips as another whine was pulled from his. You were about halfway when you stopped to catch your breath, and to give Miguel a break so he didn't finish too early. You didn't want all the fun to be cut short by his sensitivity.

Miguel, however, was focusing the power of every single muscle on not cumming. Threading his bottom lip in between his teeth, striking it and drawing a few drops of crimson blood, as you sunk down a little bit further. A soft groan was pulled from his mouth as you were almost taking the full length of him.

Once he was completely inside of you, you waited and kept this position while placing one hand on his chest and the other on his shoulder to help with a more efficient way to balance. you waited so you could adjust to the slightly painful stretch and so he could get himself together before you started moving. He groaned as you raised your hips and sharply plopped them back down.

His cheeks turned impossibly redder as you continued these motions. A tear dribbled out of the outer corner of his eye as you sped up. Throwing his head back and fighting against the pillow's resistance against his skull, he let out a moan that made you smirk, determined to get him to keep making those noises.

Now with a set pace and not having to worry about hurting Miguel, because he's enjoying this more than you think you are, you are now more focused on reaching your peak than anything else.

Occasionally, you would clench down on him and throw your head back with a moan, and Miguel would let out another pornographic moan with a whimper followed in suit. Both of you were seriously enjoying this and there was no doubt that your neighbors wouldn't be complaining about the noise the next morning. Knowing this, but simply not caring; that is a matter for another day, you continued to ride him impossibly faster, reaching one of your hands down and playing with your clit in another desperate and frenzied attempt to get yourself to tip over the edge.

"Mierda, baby, you're driving me crazy! I'm about to cum. Oh fuck, can I? Por favor, princesa. I need to cu-" Miguel cut himself off with a moan, obviously teetering on the edge of absolutely losing it while waiting for your response.

Then you spoke, "Of course you- ah! -can amor. You've been so good for me so far so, why wouldn't I allow you to?" And cum he did.

With a loud moan that made you wonder why he didn't star in porn, he came inside of you. The feeling and sensation of being filled up, caused you to follow through with your orgasm, throwing your head back and moaning loudly.

You gently rode out both of your highs on each other and once you both came down and could somewhat think, the loud snap of the silk bindings sounded in the bedroom, signaling that Miguel had broken them.

Immediately, his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you down so both of your sweaty and tired bodies could connect and come closer. While doing this, he pulled out and let you lie on him as you both caught your breath.

And while you both were laying in silence with the moonlight enveloping the both of you, you and Miguel fell asleep holding each other close, without a care in the world.

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I hope you guys like it, this is not my first time writing smut, nor aggressive submissive characters, but it is my first time writing for Miguel.

#sub miguel o'hara #sub male character #dom female #dom reader #sub character #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #across the spiderverse #I hope you guys like it #dom female reader

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greetingfromthedead · 3 months

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Womanizer (Vash x F!Reader)

Plot: You've been traveling with Vash for a little while and with your current circumstances end up sharing a room. Turns out the confined space affects Vash in strange ways and he has turned on his charm to try and seduce you.

Series: Tempest Wind

Pairing: Vash x F!Reader

Raiting: For everyone

Tags: Pre-Canon, Pre-Relationship, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Flirting, Banter, Butterflies, I Have Never Been Good At Tagging Stuff

Word count: 2.3k

Author's Note: I said I would post this chapter for Valentine's Day or when I have my next mental breakdown. Well, it's not V-Day and while I do have a mental breakdown, this is different. I am vibrating with excitement as I can smell the finish line of Tempest Wind. There are only a few more chapters left to write, one rewrite and then a whole lot of editing. BUT I am nearly there and I can't wait to publish it for all to read! I will make the announcement for the release date soon! Follow me for more updates!

The bathroom door opens and you turn your gaze away from the window as you sit on the wide bed, your legs pulled against your chest. You see Vash exiting the small room, his hair still damp, but he wears a clean change of clothes. You see a pile of dirty laundry on the floor behind him. He looks a bit more cheered up from the refreshing shower.

"Okay, your turn. I'll deal with my laundry later. Hope you don't mind it being on the floor." he smiles awkwardly.

"Only under one condition... You have to do me a favor." you feel weird for what you're about to ask him.

"Anything," he assures with a neutral expression.

"Uhm. I... I need a change of clothes and I... I don't... well... you know... I don't want to go speak to people... on my own." you add the last part solely because you don't want to sound like a complete wimp.

"Oh, no problem!" he's like a cheerful puppy, "Well, one problem. I saw the place where they trade for clothes and the woman already closed shop. I was thinking that you might need some new stuff so I kept my eyes open."

"Oh well, guess I'll just be nude then while my clothes dry," you say quietly knowing what reaction this would get out of him. And you are completely right: he immediately goes red in the face.

"While I have nothing against it at all, I think I have a spare shirt in my bag I kept clean for emergencies." he mumbles out, too much of a goody two shoes to leave you in a situation where your options were to wear dirty and torn clothes or to be naked. He digs through his bag, throwing more dirty clothes into the bathroom and finally pulls out another black turtleneck. He gives it a sniff and then throws it at you. "No pants tho, not that they would fit you well anyway."

"Thank you." You catch the shirt and smile at him. You know his shirt is big and long enough for you to wear as a short dress. You keep it against your chest like a treasure when you get up and pick up the other stuff the hotel provides for your wash. As you pass Vash he gives you a gentle smile and you see it in his eyes too.

You lock the bathroom door and throw off your dirty clothes. The wounds in your stomach and chest are all healed up. You get into the shower and turn on the water. You let out a sigh and get to cleaning off the dirt and dried blood on your skin. It feels nice to be clean, your hair detangled and free of debris. You stand there for a little while, letting the water wash away the past. You wake from your daze and realize you're just wasting water so you get out and dry yourself off completely before pulling Vash's turtleneck on.

Everything is too big on you and it makes you chuckle. Vash doesn't look like a large person under his coat, but he has wide shoulders and a muscular physique, not to mention he is tall with long limbs. You roll up the sleeves to your elbows and pull down the shirt a bit more, it's halfway to your knees. You feel the thick fabric against your skin and smell the collar. It is clean, but has still a faint scent that you are used to smelling on Vash.

You unlock the door and step out. The room is lit by the sunshine coming in from the window, the brightest spot being the table underneath it. Vash is sitting there and has taken apart his gun to give it a clean, his supplies scattered around. He turns to look at you when you step into the bedroom and lets out a whistle.

"I'd offered you my clothes a lot sooner had I realized how well they suit you." Vash's voice is joyous and almost too innocent. He stands up to come closer. You don't move and only look at him with curiosity. As he stands toe to toe with you he looks at you for a moment longer before taking off his sunglasses and turning them around to place them on your nose. "Great, you're only missing my coat and then you can go off and be Vash the Stampede."

"Funny man," you reply, voice neutral, "I'm missing a few key characteristics... like the desire to get shot."

"Your words sting, woman!" he says with a hurt expression and a condescending tone, but a smile lingers on the corner of his mouth.

"Even so, I'm sure "Vash the Stampede spotted running around with no pants on!" would be a catchy headline." you look at him through the orange glasses, he and the whole room seems sunnier, happier, filled with warmth.

"No, don't think so, it didn't turn many heads last time, but with you things might be different." he laughs, a genuine smile on his face and it makes your heart lighter. It makes you glad seeing him like this, every moment he seems happy makes you proud and you want to squeeze him tight as a sign of it. He hasn't told you much about his past and he doesn't need to, you know he has suffered a lot and still does, the pain of it painted on his face when he thinks you can't see.

"You are a ladies man, aren't you? A womanizer, a skirt chaser if you will." you say, looking up at him like you accuse him of something.

"What makes you say that? Are my charms working on you?" He seems almost too proud of it and you slowly shake your head with a sigh, a smile lingering on your lips, "What? Are you too embarrassed to admit I have game?"

"You are a tease. Probably the most un-serious person I've ever come across." you look him in the eyes, "And somehow, also the most serious, unshakable soul. You are an intriguing contradiction."

"Is it so hard to admit a simple truth?" he has a very playful expression on his face as he leans closer, you don't think you have seen him like this before.

"I'd rather get shot at than admit something like that." you joke, not shying away from him.

"Ouch."

Your arms yearn to reach out to him, to pull him closer, but instead you step around him, one of your arms nudging his as you pass and go to sit at the table to look at the weapon on it. You haven't seen it this close up before. You pick a piece of it up, you aren't even sure where it would go, never before have you held a gun in any form, they always made you feel uneasy, how they are able to take a life from afar.

"You call me unshakable? You're more stubborn than a tomas." Vash whispers right behind you, his breath moving your hair and sending a shiver up your back. He lets out a laugh as you turn around, one hand over the spot his air had tickled.

"You're so annoying." you blurt out, still looking at him through the orange glasses. His face is so close to yours even though you are leaning back a bit.

"Yet you still stick around." he laughs, a glimmer in him making your heart burst. "I'm not complaining, Sweet Pea."

"Insufferable. Do confined spaces always make you like this? I don't remember you acting up under the open desert sky. You were very civil." you say calmly, still teasing him.

"It's not the confined space that does me like this. No, no, it's probably you wearing my turtleneck that's slowly creeping up."

That comment makes you turn red, quickly you put the piece of the gun back onto the table and then both your hands pull the shirt down more and keep it down on your lap. You were still completely covered and you realize he only said it to rile you up. Guess he is just as good at teasing you as you are with him. He laughs and takes half a step back.

"Only joking, Sweet Pea, don't worry. Well, maybe part of what I said was true." he shrugs and reaches out over you to pick up pieces of his gun and starts to put it back together. You are blocked in and he doesn't look like he will let you get away.

What are these words coming out of his mouth? Vash is shocked, too stunned of his own brain. For the week he has been travelling with you after the incident in town he has wanted to pull you closer, give you a tight hug, hold you and take care of you the same way you seem to be taking care of him. All this time his aches and pains, both emotional and physical have found relief from you in one way or another. You have given him trust and comfort he hasn't felt in a long time. Vash thinks you might have been sent by a god perhaps. He is so grateful for you, but seeing like you keep some distance between the two of you, not shying away, but not coming closer either, makes him worried. He longs to be closer.

His head had been a mess of thoughts and ideas, but once he had seen you exit the bathroom everything was wiped clean. A million butterflies had taken over his stomach, filling his insides, his lungs, climbing up his throat. All he wanted was you by his side, no matter what.

The words coming over his lips were barely his, he blames the fluttering in his stomach, his head so wiped he might have even forgotten his name at that very moment. Everything he said to seduce you came from somewhere deep inside him, he felt so flustered he was surprised he could speak at all. He was worried he might have done it now, he had gone too far, been too weird, but you didn't shy away from him, not even a millimeter. Your face had been so close to his he had felt you exhale. He has gotten used to the rampaging insects to the point where he knows he won't be able to say anything close to as smooth again, not without stuttering at the very least. So he turns his attention back to his gun, leaving you just as flustered as he felt inside. He didn't want you to leave yet so he stood in your way so you had to keep sitting there, right next to him and he could steal a glance of you at any moment.

You look heavenly to him sitting in that ray of sunlight, his glasses still on your nose, painting your face with an orange light where the sun shines through the lenses. The oversized shirt makes you look so warm and cozy. You watched him assemble his gun, your eyes never leaving his hands, the way all of Vash's movements seem to have a purpose, the way his metal hand moves just like a flesh one. It is fascinating to you, the meticulous movements are like a performance, the way he flicks the gun, makes sure everything moves smoothly. After a bit your eyes stray out the window, you see the people moving in the streets, them going on their business, everything seems so peaceful like there's no violence in this world at all. You feel so normal, like you could fit in with them. The thought of you mingling among them, living a calm and local life brings a sad smile onto your face that you don't even notice until Vash's human fingers trace over your cheek.

"Don't look so sad," his hand goes to rest on the back of the chair. "Can I cheer you up somehow?"

You look up into his pretty blue eyes, they look like endless wells to you, they remind you of water, but not the kind you are used to on this planet. They recall a memory from a different life, one that you no longer remember.

"I'm fine, nothing to worry about. It was just my mind wandering off." you assure him, still looking into his eyes. You see his hand move off the chair again from the corner of your eye. It's as if he can't stop himself, he places his palm onto your cheek his thumb stroking your skin. He feels how soft and smooth it is, a painful reminder of the scars covering his body.

You look at him, his complexion seems golden through his sunglasses. His hand moves under your chin, the thumb trailing over it, your lips parting a little. His eyes are on your lips as he slowly leans closer. He yearns for you with his whole soul. His eyes find yours again, you look unshakable, like a constant that would never change. But he knows that if he's not careful he might lose you and it would be his fault. He hasn't even told you the truth yet, hasn't revealed his true nature. He can't be this selfish. So he stops and moves both hands up to take the glasses from you and put them back onto his own nose, tilting his head masterfully to the point where the light from the window would mirror back from the glasses and hide his eyes from you.

You look at him for a moment longer, frozen on that chair before turning away. How you had wanted to lose the gap, to pull him closer. But it's all too much, too fast. He says he trusts you, but you barely know anything about him, he guards his secrets closely. But you can't blame him for keeping his secrets, there's plenty you haven't told him either. Yet he fills your stomach with butterflies.

Until I have finished the whole story, feel free to indulge in the other published DEMO chapters. You find them in my Masterlist.

#fanfic #x reader #fanfiction #writing #fluff #humanoid typhoon #plant boi #trigun #trigun stampede #tristamp #trigun 98 #trigun maximum #trimax

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tamelee · 1 year

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Okay, I personally ship SNS and think that it is THE best written relationship in Naruto, even if one doesn’t want to view them as strictly romantic. I even think there’s fairly strong evidence for Naruto and Sasuke being purposely written as… non-hetero, is what I’ll go with.

However, there is one part in the manga/anime which possibly conflicts with this idea, and was hoping you could offer an explanation (I’m reallly liking your posts btw).

In the arc where Naruto is with Sakura, Yamato, and Sai, there’s a part where they stop at an inn and hots springs/bath place. Sakura goes to the women’s section by herself, while Naruto goes to the men’s bath section with Yamato and Sai (and Naruto also seems embarrassed and oddly flustered? Which is weird because I thought that bathing among other men isn’t weird in Japanese culture, but maybe Naruto he just doesn’t feel comfortable around them?) and at some point Naruto decides to peep on Sakura before being strongly discouraged by Yamato.

My question is, what’s up with Naruto apparently being attracted/still having a crush on Sakura? How does this fit into a SNS reading of the manga?

(Btw I also find that moment weird because (A) Naruto’s “crush” is basically nonexistent immediately before and after this scene, and (B) I thought Naruto didn’t approve of peeping because he always called Jiraiya out on it?)

Anyway, thank you for your time

Hi @rosencrantznewblue ! ♡ thankyou for your ask (ﾉ´ з `)ノ

"Sakura goes to the women’s section by herself, while Naruto goes to the men’s bath section with Yamato and Sai (and Naruto also seems embarrassed and oddly flustered? Which is weird because I thought that bathing among other men isn’t weird in Japanese culture, but maybe Naruto he just doesn’t feel comfortable around them?)"

Exactly. So you kind of answered your own question there. It's weird isn't it? Why would Naruto be so awkward bathing with Sai and Yamato? Well, at the time these two aren't his favorite people, sure. But this is a pattern with Naruto.

Let's examine the scene first.

He hugs his knees, barricading himself almost hiding underwater. This, while Yamato expresses that "guys being together naked makes them feel like companions!" Naruto who kept blushing throughout the scene, very much doesn't feel that way.

In fact, Sai decided to comment on his..

It makes Naruto shout really loudly mentioning, well "penises". He went from being awkward to pretty much hysterical. Naruto overreacts despite Sai overstepping boundaries.

This makes all the ladies laugh.

This is important because he already looked nervous. And now he embarrassed himself in front of his new teammates. -'Totally uncool what would they think of this behavior?'- It is realistic. Well.. this is clever writing because Naruto's story and how he comes to deal with his own feelings and understanding them is a huge part of it. How does he deal with this awkward situation?

Of course when he hears the woman laugh he gets an idea and grins. He's seen Jiraiya do it too many times after all. Peeking at the woman's bath. It is complete deflection. Naturally, Yamato stands up when he figures out what Naruto is about to do.

"My question is, what’s up with Naruto apparently being attracted/still having a crush on Sakura?"

He doesn't. It has nothing to do with Sakura. I think, if I remember correctly, the Anime did make this scene about Sakura but that wasn't the point. Kishimoto is such a damn genius who depicts Naruto's struggle brilliantly in subtle and obvious ways. There is another one-shot where the exact same pattern with Naruto in the Onsen appears. It isn't Canon but made by Kishimoto anyway.

Naruto lies when Sakura and Sai see him brain-rotting over Sasuke. Instead he says he was planning a date with Sakura.

When Kakashi tells Naruto he likes him Naruto yet again overreacts. He tells him to "not say weird shit like that you friggin idiot!" and "your creepy ass threw me off!" even though very obviously Kakashi didn't mean it like that. And Naruto's reaction was completely uncalled for.

And during the Bell Test(? if I remember), Kakashi said he liked Naruto as well. This isn't the first time at least. Yet when Naruto is older and struggling he gets awkward and flustered about it. When Sai pulls an arm around Naruto he gets mad. On the other hand.. When others insult Sakura by calling her ugly or a bitch (Konohamaru) he doesn't care. Naruto didn't see any difference in her appearance after the time-skip she "looked fine!" and "didn't change at all!" even though Sasuke looks " カッコイイ" (cool, attractive, good looking) and again in Gaiden (handsome). Even Haku was cuter than Sakura. He has no problem calling his mother beautiful either.

.. okay there are too many moments. The point is, just take Naruto's confession under the bridge, his thoughts during VotE1 and confessions VotE2 and his patterns make sense. Peeking at the women after that awkward situation is part of it. (As is lying.) Kishimoto slow-burned his way through Naruto realizing that his feelings for Sasuke weren't normal and tried to hide it with the help of Sakura, because it is convenient. And I think it is so clever- Imma stop now.

#asktamelee #rosencrantznewblue

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ladedanixie · 7 months

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Blitz's Timeline

So I made a twitter thread the other day about my take on Blitz's timeline, which starts from Blitz's first meeting with Stolas to when he Stole the book. It's based on what little bits of canon information we've gotten thus far. Here's a link: tada

But I wanted to make a longer post about it because while this timeline is based on canon, some of its positioning on the line is based on my speculation. And other points are just pure speculation and not canon. I wanted to share my reasoning then, but the twitter thread would have been too long if I shared there. So, I'm going to do it here.

I am going to transcribe each point on the line, and add my reasoning beneath it. I will make a note of when its canon and what is just my own theories. I will also go into depth with my theories. And there are multiple, so be warned this will be long.

More under the cut.

2 Blue Hearts = Blitz meets Stolas for the first time.

Canon! As shown in Season 2 Episode 1 The Circus.

2. Green X = Mammon's Concert and possibly Fizz getting scouted by Mammon.

Now the next episode involves Mammon called Mammon's Magnificent Musical Mid-Season Special. And it is safe to assume from what canon we have---from the show itself, and the season two trailer---that this more than likely takes place during Blitz's adolescence.

Pictured: Fizz and Blitz as teens embracing one another. They are both wearing Mammon merch.

Thanks to The Circus and Oops, we can safely assume this concert took place before the accident. And thanks to Ozzie's, which is where I got this image, we know Blitz and Fizz went to a Mammon concert as teens.

As for my theory. I theorize that around this same time Fizz got scouted by Mammon. The trailer has this image:

Pictured: Fizzarolli and Blitz in clown garb. (possibly from the Mid-Season Special)

Moreover they seem to be on friendly terms. Thus, this image could take place during their teens. I imagine Fizz is excitedly talking about Mammon or the opportunity to meet him. My reasoning for this lies with the background in the image above, while lacking detail, the lines imply a hallway, or passage way. Then again, the Mid-Season Special could simply be the contest that Fizz mentioned in Oops. But, that does not rule out the possibility of a flashback sequence. That and I doubt the Blitz of now would dress as a clown again without a good reason i.e. a job.

Fizz seems excited but in the next frame, Blitz seems to express doubt or misgivings.

Pictured: Fizz looking at Blitz curiously. Blitz is looking away, with an uncertain or nervous expression on his face.

If my theory proves correct, we can also assume that Mammon scouting Fizz contributed to Blitz's actions the night of the accident. If he already felt as though he weren't good enough for Fizz, he'd feel even less so after Mammon scouting Fizz. (People cite his father gifting Fizz a Wish You Were My Son card as to why Blitz acted the way he did. But from Blitz's perspective, you see the card but not the text on its front as it was facing away from Blitz. The text contributed to Fizz's understanding of events. Not Blitz's.)

Either that or, going into the "they" that kept Blitz and Fizz apart. Perhaps Mammon did scout Fizz, but Blitz maybe auditioned as well and Fizz asserted that the two were a package deal. Referring back to the images above, that could possibly be the subject of their conversation: an audition for Mammon.

Blitz always feels as though he ruins people's lives, and perhaps that sentiment didn't start with the accident but with Mammon turning Fizz away for standing up for Blitz, which would set up a theme of how pulling away makes things worse not Blitz himself. Moreover, it could explain part of why Blitz hates royal demons so much. Mammon.

Anyway that's my reasoning for adding "fizz gets scouted" to this part of the timeline.

3. Pink Square = The Fire.

The Fire refers to the accident as shown in Oops.

4. Purple Half Moon = Barbie leaves/ Blitz tries to contact Fizz.

I put these two together because I imagine one happened right after the other.

Blitz is confirmed to have attempted to contact Fizz in Oops, claiming "I tried. You were all I had left, Fizz. But they said You didn't want to see me." in response to Fizz asking why he didn't come to see him.

I cite this same line for the other half of this timeline point: Barbie leaves. After the accident, and the loss of their mother, Barbie more than likely abandoned Blitz altogether. He probably confessed to her his role in the fire, and despite knowing it was an accident, she left. Another possibility is that Cash got to her first, having spoken to the imp who was holding the birthday cake, he then defamed Blitz to anyone who would listen, including Barbie. Hence why Blitz claimed that Fizz was all he had left.

5. 2 orange dots in a box = college

This is speculation supported by a single joke line in Season 1 Episode 6, Truth Seekers: "in the college I dropped out of."

But this is Helluva Boss and as Season 2 has shown us with Moxxie and his father, what we once thought were throw away joke lines were in fact foreshadowing/character background.

So it is safe to assume Blitz really did attend college and dropped out. That and he did some wild shit in college, which leads to the next few timeline points.

6. Orange Circle = Dropout

See #5.

7. Pink Heart = Blitz meets Verosika.

Now before I go into my reasoning, I'd like to acknowledge that I totally forgot to add Blitz's job at Loo Loo Land. But, I'd to correct that here and say that I believe that job occurred before his falling out with Verosika. I don't have much canonical evidence to support this claim other than the fact that Robo Fizz didn't know that Blitz was good with guns prior to Season 1 Episode 2. There is also Verosika mentioning that Tex was better at his job [as a bodyguard] than Blitz, implying that Blitz once occupied that role. Which is most likely how Blitz discovered that he was good at guns (Season 1 Episode 3: Spring Broken).

With that done, on to Blitz meets Verosika.

Going off of his claim that he "took a fuck ton of tranquilizers in the college that [he] dropped out of." Blitz was most likely a party animal. Something that is supported by the imp that recognized him in the episode Queen Bee, who went on to say "Fuck man where you been? You here for the party?" This implies that Blitz was often at parties. And that he was often the life of the party as evidenced by this line, "Come in and show us all up again."

Why is this relevant? Because of this image from Ozzie's:

Pictured: Blitz and Verosika embracing and posing for a picture.

This was on Blitz's phone. But the important bit is Blitz, namely the heavy bags under his eyes. I think Blitz was at his lowest here. Not because of Verosika but because a combination of things not least of which the loss of his family and best friend. I think Blitz did everything he could for the barest amount of approval and to forget how bad his life was. Something we catch a glimspe of in Queen Bee. This is how Verosika comes in. As a popstar , I imagine she frequented many parties. And as an alcoholic, I don't think she would have done much to curb Blitz's drinking or intake of drugs.

Now I don't believe Blitz had an addiction, at least not as of right now, but I do believe Blitz got worse during this time. Which leads me to the next point.

8. Orange Asterisk = Blitz and Verosika Break Up/ Barbie goes to rehab.

I am not going to go much into the first half of this point as Spring Broken tells us exactly how these two fell out. To be honest, I think he did that at his absolute lowest, probably after Verosika attempting to be vulnerable with him one too many times. I have no evidence for that other than the implications of her Blitzo tattoo and Blitz's drug trip in Truth Seekers. All of which point to her having had actual affection for Blitz, enough for him to recognize he pushed her away before she could get too close. And he actually liked her back, why else would he keep that photo of them.

Anyway, this goes into the second half: Barbie goes to Rehab. In Spring Broken, Verosika tells Blitz that rehab is "for sad loser wash ups" like Blitz's sister. This tells the audience Barbie was famous at one point, and possibly successful. Moreover, it tells us she knew Barbie. But it does not tell us how. I don't Blitz would have volunteered that information, thus, either she met her while they were dating, or she met her in rehab and learned Blitz was her brother then.

I don't have evidence for this, but I think that part of why Blitz met Verosika was because he was trying to find Barbie. It is implied in Unhappy Campers that Blitz would constantly insert himself into Barbie's life, such as breaking into the rehab center she was at. It is also implied that Blitz had a part in ruining her life, but there is no clarification as to how he did that. We can infer that the accident is the main reason, but maybe there's more. I doubt it though. I'd like to say that Barbie maybe let Blitz back in during his time with Verosika. And they partied together until things went south. But, considering Barbie's animosity toward Blitz, and Blitz's knowledge of the drug Barbie once used, I think he just constantly tried to help, but his presence just reminded her of what she lost, or he'd constantly fuck up. Either way, I wouldn't be surprised if the breakup occurred after Barbie went to rehab. I could be wrong.

This is getting too long, so I'll continue this in a second post here.

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How bout this, If joseph have someone cared for him since his childhood, which is past! Mc and they're his childhood friend but also turned into a lover in the past?

Sadly Past!mc also died by an accident after joseph's death, What would Jack or Jacktor reacts the person who freed him in VHS Tape is his old lover from the past, but they were reincarnated and he realized about what happened to them (Mc), they maybe looked like them, but modern version of them.

What’s interesting is that I mentioned toying with this scenario in my first headcanon post for SDJ. I’m still torn about whether I’ll actually use it in Sunshine in Hell, but you know what? I think I’ll take your ask as an opportunity to expand and play with the idea here.

If Alice had a past life self, I would give her the name of Mary. I don’t have a solid idea in mind for her surname, so let’s go with Phoenix as the surname because why not?

As an aside, what’s funny is that the reason why I chose the name Mary was not because it’s famously paired with Joseph in the bible, but because of the literary reference to Alice in Wonderland. The white rabbit mistakes that Alice for Mary Ann, which felt like a fun nod in a reincarnation storyline. It was only after I chose the name that I realized it fit because of Joseph’s name too. Funny how things work out like that sometimes.

Anyway, there are some differences between Alice and Mary, mostly the influence of external factors such as being born to different families. However, due to the supernatural nature of reincarnation, there would be strong similarities between them, such as features in her face and her general figure. Mary also has the same unnamed illness that Alice suffers from in the present, but, unfortunately for her, it would be decades before anyone can give it a name and a treatment...

You know, I think it would be fun to show how similar yet slightly different Mary would be with a little picture edit.

The main difference in their appearance is that Mary doesn’t have albinism like Alice does. I kept debating on her eye color, but ultimately decided to keep it the same. As they say, the eyes are the windows to the soul after all...

A quick heads up before I continue - this headcanon ramble includes mention of bullying, unhealthy family dynamics, suicide, murder, fatal illnesses, and other such heavy topics. If you’re not in the headspace for such things, feel free to give the rest of this post a skip. Remember, Something’s Wrong with Sunny Day Jack is for Adults Only.

Mary has a lot of traits that Alice possesses, regardless of the lifetime, such as being a very quiet child and needing to learn how to speak up more. However, Alice’s family is a lot more warm and loving than Mary’s. There’s no Honey Bunny to help her to learn how to express herself. This leads her to being a bullied outcast with her peers in both lifetimes.

What also doesn’t change in her kind heart. Joseph was the school trouble maker, already acting out when young to get attention, though mostly as the class clown. This led to him getting injured often. (To say nothing of what might be going on at his home...) Despite being socially awkward, Mary was the type of kid who dropped whatever she was doing to help other kids who got injured on the playground at recess. This is how the two of them met.

Joseph climbed on top of playground equipment in an unsafe way and wound up falling down. Some kids laughed and at him, others were horrified. Mary ran over to help him walk to the nurse’s office. Despite being a short person and not that strong, she still helped him hobble the way there. Fortunately, he got off easy with only a few scrapes and a sprained ankle.

On the way to the office, they learned each other’s names. They were vaguely aware of each other before then, Joseph knowing Mary as “the quiet girl” who faded in the background in class, while Mary knew Joseph as the class clown and mischief maker.

Joseph sought Mary out after that, showing off to her and others. Whenever he got injured, she would help him to the nurse, and he would lean against her more often than he needed to. She was just so warm. Eventually they became close enough that she gained the courage to scold him for his reckless stunts, letting him know that it made her sad to see him get injured.

It was the first time Joseph felt like someone meant it when they said they cared about him. When Mary timidly asked if he wanted to be friends, he eagerly accepted.

After that, the pair spent practically every day together. They visited each other’s houses and found that their living situations were not quite sunshine and rainbows. Joseph’s parents didn’t want to bother with him or any of his friends. They paid lip service to being parents, leaving him to his own devices as though he was a non-entity.

Mary’s parents paid a bit too much attention to her relationship with Joseph. After finding out that the class trouble maker had befriended their daughter, they heavily discouraged the friendship. The family was pretty well off, but also very strict and controlling. They felt she could do better than someone worthless like him.

Being ever the troublemaker, Joseph would circumvent Mary’s parents’ rules, often sneaking into her bedroom through her window despite the fact that her room was on the second floor.

(Yes I’m doing an Our Life reference, what of it.)

Much like in present day as Alice, Mary was the target for bullies due to her timid and kind nature. Fortunately, Joseph wasn’t about to stand for that, and he got into more than a few scrapes to defend her. It also led to him getting detention. Mary felt guilty for it, but Joseph would just give her a smile and say it was worth it, especially since she would stay behind and keep him company whenever the teachers would overlook her joining him.

It was the start of their tween to teenage years that was a time for change, both good and bad. Joseph and Mary had a crush on each other and were going through that awkward phase of not knowing what to do about their feelings, being afraid to ruin their friendship.

This was also the time when Mary’s illness started rearing its head. She always got sick more easily than other kids, but this time it got to the point of hospital visits and constantly visiting various doctors. It cut into the time she and Joseph spent together and was a time for extreme stress. He snuck into her room more often to see her during this time, especially on days when she didn’t come to school.

On one of those evenings that Joseph came knocking on Mary’s window, he found her crying in her bed. The reason why was because of a visit to the doctor earlier that day. The doctors didn’t know what was wrong with her, despite countless tests and troubling results, and the one she saw that day said there was a chance she wouldn’t make it to adulthood.

It was terrifying, heartbreaking. Joseph held onto Mary as if she would disappear, feeling as powerless as he did about his parents not loving him. Why was the world trying to take away the one person who cared about him? Mary didn’t deserve to suffer like this... He insisted the doctor was an idiot who didn’t know what they were talking about. They don’t know what’s wrong, so they shouldn’t say shit like this. They were wrong.

They had to be.

For a while Joseph held Mary as she cried out all her feelings, and he cried with her. She appreciated him so much in that moment, and with the fear she had that her time was limited, she got the courage to admit that she liked him.

It was a strong whiplash in mood, but even still, Joseph was elated by her confession. He admitted he felt the same way about Mary, and they secretly became a couple. Her parents would never approve, but they didn’t care.

Joseph became a lot more protective over Mary after that. He would more easily lash out at anyone who did anything remotely bad to her. Unfortunately, his antics over the years didn’t exactly garner him much positive attention from their peers, and she was the easy target as a means to rile him up. This led to more conflicts at school.

The months before high school started was when everything changed for the worse. Mary’s parents caught Joseph sneaking into her bedroom. This led to a furious explosion of anger and a forceful separation, with a threat of cops being called. Bars were put on her window to keep “intruders” out after that and between this incident and her serious health issues, she was put in home schooling.

Joseph didn’t take it well. He begged his parents for help, but they ignored him, as always. They didn’t want to bother, dismissing his feelings about the matter, telling him to “just make new friends” with no real interest in “teenage drama.” He shouldn’t be sneaking into a girl’s bedroom anyway. What if he got her pregnant?

Feeling helpless, hopeless, and like the world was unjust and cold, Joseph said “fuck it” and acted out more. This time he wasn’t defending his friend or clowning around in class, he was actively picking fights. It was like other kids were having friends to spite him. They didn’t care that he was there. They didn’t care that Mary was gone. The teachers didn’t care. The parents didn’t care.

Disgrace to the class, worthless, a burden... these were thrown at Joseph, and he would flip others off. He would say nasty things right back to twist the knife in people, making more than one classmate run off crying. If the world wasn’t going to care about him, then he wasn’t going to care about them, anyone. He started smoking and got tattoos despite his young age, fully embracing teenage rebellion.

Joseph targeted certain students more than others. One of them was a bully who had been particularly cruel to Mary when they were younger. By this point, the tables had been turned, and he was the one doing the bullying.

Joseph knew it was wrong. He knew he was no better than them for being this way. He just didn’t care. It was just one of the few things that left him feeling a little less empty.

Though Mary was gone, she wasn’t totally forgotten. A rumor started. No one knew where it came from. Perhaps it came from those who knew how close she and Joseph were, and her absence and his anger made them jump to the wrong conclusion. Perhaps it came from someone who knew it would hurt him to hear it. Perhaps it came from a more official source... but in any case it still had the same devastating impact.

When Joseph heard the rumor that Mary had died from her illness, he refused to believe it. Despite the threats of getting the cops called on him, he pounded on the door to her house, not caring if her parents yelled and cursed at him as long as they told him she was okay...

The people who came to the door were not Mary’s parents. The Phoenix family had moved away.

Mary was gone, like she never existed. Nothing was left behind of her, not even a note telling him goodbye. Joseph didn’t even know if she was alive or dead. No one knew where she and her family went, or if they knew, they weren’t telling him.

Joseph lashed out at the world even harder after that. He didn’t care what others thought about him. He didn’t care that he was hurting others and “ruining his future” as his teachers would say. He felt like he had nothing left to lose at this point.

But he was wrong.

One day at lunch, a solemn announcement came over the PA system. A student at the school committed suicide... the same student that Joseph had been bullying the most.

Joseph was in shock. While he was still reeling, a friend of the student who died confronted him, blaming him while in tears. They said that it was his fault they killed themselves. He was a murderer.

Joseph couldn’t handle it. He ran. And ran. And ran and ran and ran and ran and ran...

When Joseph finally couldn’t run anymore, he was far, far from home. Only then did he finally collapse and break down.

He couldn’t go back. There was nothing for him there. Even if there was, how could he face any of them? Even if Mary was alive, what would she say? He had become someone as cruel and uncaring as those who tormented her to tears.

No, he was worse. They weren’t the reason Mary was dead.

He was unclean. He was filth, scum... as worthless as the world always treated him. He wasn’t worthy of the one ray of sunlight in his life, and the world took her away from him because of that.

Joseph Cullman died that day, but fortunately not in the literal sense. Somehow he managed to keep moving. He changed his name, taking the surname of the school he left behind as a reminder to do better, to be better.

Maybe... maybe if he changed everything about himself, maybe things would be better. Maybe the world hated Joseph Cullman, but maybe [Redacted] Haberdae could be happy.

Maybe one day he might find love again.

I’m still waffling on the first name Joseph used at this phase of his life. On the one hand, he could keep his first name, but on the other hand it would also be fitting if he went with a different name too. In that case, going with Jack might be a bit funny, even cruelly ironic if the character in the show was named after him, only to be given away to someone else 40 years later after his death...

I originally figured this was where Joseph and Mary’s sad story of first love lost ended. Maybe years later, he would cling to a new, far more toxic lover like the Tragedy of [Redacted] theory I came up with. However, as I started tinkering with the idea and writing it all down, I got a few thoughts of how their story might have continued a little longer...

Let’s say that Joseph kept his first name and only changed his last name. He scraped by with odd jobs, trying to reinvent and find himself. He regretted his past behavior - if he hadn’t acted up, Mary’s family wouldn’t have stopped him from seeing her, especially during a time when she needed him the most... what could have been her last days. He could have at least known what happened to her instead of being left in limbo. Maybe if he acted better things would have been better.

If he didn’t act like a bully, that kid wouldn’t have killed themselves.

He would be better. He had to do better.

By sheer luck, Joseph managed to get a job on a children’s TV show of all things. It was a small time studio, a local broadcast, but to him it was huge. He worried though about how well he would do. After what he did to other kids when he was younger... what if he damaged one of them like he did to the kid who killed themselves because of him?

Joseph poured himself into his psychology classes, focusing on his studies far more than he ever did when his last name was still Cullman. He would do right by these children. This time he would be better.

Joseph did his best to make friends with his fellow co-workers. He did his best to take his classes to heart and be more approachable, friendly. He was surprised when people started warming up to him.

The biggest surprise was when Joseph visited the art department to help get the promotional material made for the upcoming show. There he found a familiar face, one he never thought he’d ever see again...

Mary.

For a moment the two froze and stared at each other. Mary looked more sickly than he remembered, but it was unmistakably his Mary in front of him, and she recognized him too despite how much he changed, growing taller and far bulkier than the scrawny kid he used to be.

To say Joseph was elated was an understatement. He couldn’t hold himself back from scooping her up into his arms and spinning her around while whooping with joy. Mary squealed in alarm before giggling in delight as she returned the embrace, just as happy to see him.

The two of them caught up on what they missed in each other’s lives... for the most part. Mary accepted the change in Joseph’s last name, but he never told her the full reason why he changed it. He could never tell her what happened at Haberdae High. He couldn’t ruin things with her, not when he had a second chance to be with her.

With Mary, she had gone through a lot more medical tests, experimental treatments, and was on various medications that helped treat her symptoms, though they didn’t know what was wrong with her. She wanted to move away from her controlling parents and the toxic relationship they had. Joseph immediately offered that they could live together, and she accepted.

It was like the years they were apart melted away as they reconnected. The scars they both experienced since they were last together were still there, but their feelings for one another burned just as bright as ever. Although Joseph abandoned almost all of his past, Mary was the one thing he refused to lose ever again.

It seemed like Joseph had everything he could ever want. He found love, real love. A part of him always knew that Mary was special, and now he knew for sure that he loved her more than anyone in the world. She was his sunshine in a world that was so dark and cold. He had friends now too, a job, respect, and even fame, as the small TV show turned into a huge hit, a nation-wide sensation! It was a little overwhelming at times, but he wasn’t facing the harsh world of the entertainment industry alone.

It was hard to be Sunny Day Jack. LambsWork Productions was a demanding studio, and there were days when he was overworked to the point he looked just as rough as Mary did on her bad days. Even still, no matter how bad the both of them felt, they supported one another as best they could. They found happiness and love in each other despite all the hardship.

Stress made Mary’s sickness worse, and eventually she was let go from her job. It was fine though. Joseph was making more than enough to support them both by that point. He would take care of her now, to make up for when he couldn’t in the past.

One day, Mary expressed her frustrations at being so sick, at not doing enough to support Joseph when he was doing so much for her, how it’s not fair to him that she can’t do more for him. He actually laughed at that and swept her up into a hug and kiss, telling her that she had no idea just how much she meant to him. When he felt sad and alone, she was there, his shining light in the darkness. No matter how bad she felt, she tried her best with everything. When the world felt so cold and unfeeling, she was there to warm him with her love. Even if she can’t provide him money, the love and genuine care she provides him is priceless, something no one else has ever given him. He would do anything for her.

With tears in her eyes, Mary said she felt the same. She loved Joseph more than anyone. She would give him her soul if he asked her. He chuckled and said that it was good then that all he wanted was her heart. It was only fair since she had his after all.

They planned for a future together, to be married, maybe have children one day if they could afford it and if Mary’s health could permit it. They wouldn’t give up hope that someday they would figure out what was wrong with her and find a means to treat it.

It was something they worried about, whether this unknown illness of Mary’s really would kill her. Her bad days gave them scares with how intense the pain could be without any answers for why.

Neither of them expected that Joseph would be the one to die first.

Although Mary stopped working at the studio, she still visited often to see Joseph and the friends she made there, as well as watch episodes being filmed. She was there that fateful day filled with children’s screams and gunshots.

Mary had to be pried away from Joseph’s body. There had been no hope to save him - two gunshots to the head, one destroying his right eye. He died instantly.

Two ambulances were sent to the studio that day. One took Mary to the emergency room, the other took Joseph to the morgue.

The stress caused Mary’s condition to deteriorate. It wasn’t long after the incident that she succumbed to the pain. Even in the end, the doctors still didn’t learn the cause of the illness that finally did take her life like the doctor once prophesized in her youth.

The only comfort Mary had in her final days was that she would be with Joseph again. If they could be reborn, she wished that she would be able to find him again.

This would be why in the present day, Alice would instinctively be drawn to the tape. Two souls waiting a lifetime to meet and love each other again.

As Jack starts to remember his life as Joseph, he remembers Mary.

In this new life(?) as Sunny Day Jack, he doesn’t understand a lot of things, but there are certain truths that are engraved deep down in his soul. One of those things is that Alice is Mary, his sunshine. He can feel it in his soul, and in the piece of her soul that she gave him.

Little things Alice does, small mannerisms and habits are still left over from her life as Mary. Jack can’t help but recognize them, and in some small way she recognizes his as well, though not consciously. To her, its just that they fit together so perfectly, like puzzle pieces.

Like she’s been waiting for him all of her life.

It’s better that Alice doesn’t remember Joseph Cullman or Joseph Haberdae, Jack decides. This time, he won’t be the worthless kid that made life difficult for her. This time he will give her everything he couldn’t back then.

This time nothing would take his sunshine away.

EDIT:

I realized only after I slept on it that I missed the golden opportunity to have Joseph change his first name to James. That way I would be able to toss in a Silent Hill 2 reference into the mix as well.

So, heck with it, in this timeline with Alice being Mary’s reincarnation, [Redacted] Haberdae was James Haberdae. The only reason Mary didn’t unintentionally call him out in front of the other cast when they reunited was because they greeted each other by the nicknames they gave each other. This gave him time to take her aside and tell her his name is James now before she accidentally outed his old name.

Naturally Joseph’s nickname for Mary was sunshine. Because of course it is. She’s his sunshine. She’ll always be his sunshine. No one else brightens up his dark and lonely world like she does.

In case you’re wondering, Mary(/Alice)’s nickname for Joseph(/James/Jack) is starlight. That’s because she feels like he’s her wish come true.

It was an adjustment for Mary to use the new name, but James was no longer comfortable using the name of Joseph. He left behind that identity of Joseph Cullman and how miserable it made him. He did explain reasons, not in full, but enough that she would understand. Sometimes she did slip when they were alone, especially in the bedroom, but that was fine since it wasn’t intentional and she was only thinking of him and no one else. She was the only one allowed to use that name because she was the only one who ever loved Joseph Cullman.

In the present day, when Jack remembers more about his life as James and Joseph, he can’t help but feel a small amount of amusement that it’s Mary who has a new identity this time. This is perfectly fine. After all, his beloved sunshine is far happier as Alice King than she ever was as Mary Phoenix... except when she was with him.

They’re each other’s special exceptions forever. No matter what names they use or how their appearances change, they will be each other’s sunshine and starlight.

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auromelt · 5 months

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szam vs knowing how to handle affection/handle each other's love language/displays of affection (referencing your szam in 5 minutes post)

tumblr's weird :/ but how's japan????

thanks for sending it again!! i saw your last ask right before my inbox imploded and i lost like almost 20 asks… mourn with me.

anyways japan is wonderful! i’m in kansai for now and i’ll be heading home some time next week ^^ honestly i really loved it. my exchange offer to tokyo for 2026 is looking more and more tempting as i spend more time here… i’m sorry ancestors.

anyways let’s get into it *cracks knuckles*

suzaki ryo, amagai kohei, and the distance between their expressions of love

the first thing to point out is that ryo isn’t vocal. he believes his actions far outweigh his words and his expressions of affection are largely hidden within the things he does and the lengths he goes to for kohei. in contrast, kohei Needs to hear affection towards him. he’s got a heavy need for words of affirmation that ryo doesn’t actually naturally fulfill because ryo thinks kohei should be able to tell how much he cares through everything he does for him.

naturally this causes problems between them. and not on ryo’s end.

ryo has never doubted kohei’s affection for him. even when kohei treated him like shit and walked over him and his heart, he never thought kohei didn’t care for him in his own little twisted nepo baby way. even though their love languages don’t match and kohei never actually does the things ryo generally requires to feel adored, he knows kohei does.

of course it’s not all fun and games because the things kohei does to try and show he cares are hard for ryo to accept. kohei places heavy emphasis of gift giving because all his life, money has been the way he’s shown his status, his power, his control. naturally, when showing his love, he also uses his money.

except kohei puts a strange amount of thought into it. it’s more than just wrapping money in an envelope and chucking it into ryo’s hands for ryo to buy anything he wants. kohei notices when ryo likes something when they’re out and he’ll discreetly buy it and wrap it nicely and give it to ryo when ryo’s least expecting it. and these items are high value, extremely pricey items that ryo doesn’t actually know what to do with. like he just thought that jacket they saw last week was cool and maybe looked at it a few times, he didn’t expect kohei to actually drop $600 buying it for him???? what is kohei’s problem

ryo wears the gifts, uses the gifts, but he’s overly careful with them because he thinks kohei might get upset if he damages them which kinda defeats the purpose of kohei giving them in the first place.

their communication is TRASH btw. they love and care for each other so much but kohei would get a hernia if he voiced how he felt and ryo exhausted all his communication skills for life during the Great Senomon Gym Fight

anyway back to kohei

kohei tries to be okay with the fact that ryo doesn’t say i love you or tell him he cares or anything. he should know it. after everything ryo has done for him it’s only logical that ryo loves him. and yet. yet.

i mentioned before i think of kohei as having problems with trust because of something that probably happened to him pre-senomon, a betrayal from people he considered friends perhaps, and that bleeds into his relationship with ryo. he’s insecure and scared that maybe ryo will never love him enough and he’ll never be enough and even if logically he knows it’s not true he can’t silence the side of his brain that keeps thinking ryo hates him because ryo won’t say i love you.

they’re so different, they’re fundamentally different. kohei is so afraid of losing ryo. he’s already lost himself before so what would he do if he kept himself and lost ryo this time? he knows he’d never recover. on the other hand, ryo tiptoes around him because he can’t adjust to kohei’s lifestyle or anything of the sort.

anyways these idiots would probably never speak about it Ever, until one day one of them moves a little to the left and everything explodes and they have a big fight. and during that fight as they scream and cry at each other all their hidden thoughts and feelings come to light

they should leave each other, they’re clearly terrible for each other

and yet. well they try. and even if it doesn’t work out in the end (it will. i’m crazy.) they’re willing to try because nobody has ever mattered more and nobody has ever meant more. they keep trying, they make promises to talk to each other even if it gives them both nausea to think about conversing about their feelings. and well, nobody really understands them but it’s fine because they do.

#high & low #high&low #high & low the worst x #suzaki ryo #high&low the worst x #amagai kohei #amazaki #🦙 anons #suzaama

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Congrats on the 1k! Oooh, a sneak peak at this mysterious batfam WIP? PLS

THIS ONE FIRST! THANK YOU!

Oh man. I had this all typed and ready to post and tumblr just said they weren’t cool enough for me and closed it?? Anyway, I had part of this fic written so I just had to add to the beginning of the chapter/fic. I’m not sure where this piece falls actually because this fic is very much a WIP. Lifted from a 5 + 1 fic. Something like, 5 times Tim’s anxiety takes the wheel and one time he asked for help first. Taking place in that make believe time when Tim becomes part of the batfam early and Jason is alive and working on being a fantastic big brother. Please excuse mistakes, it is very much a work in progress.

Working Title: Breathe Deeply in the Silence

Words: ~1,300 (you ended up with extra, yay!)

Tim stared unblinking at his reflection in the bathroom mirror.

He had been going about his morning routine, getting ready to head down for a full Saturday breakfast, when his comb snagged in a stubborn tangle at the back of his head. He had been working through it, running his fingers through his hair when it occurred to him.

He had never let his hair get this long before.

He supposed he had been distracted over the summer. Becoming the newest resident at Wayne Manor and ungratefully spitting in his parents’ faces the last few months had caused some things to slip his mind.

Tim bit his lip as he tucked strands behind his ear.

He would have never let his parents see his hair so unruly. If they had ever returned from a trip to find his appearance in such disarray… he wouldn’t have heard the end of it. There would have been a lecture and… anger.

What message are you sending to the world? You are always a representative of this family and we expect you not to embarrass us. Look at me-

Tim blinked.

Apparently, they didn’t even need to be around for him to actually hear the lecture. Tim tucked his hair behind his ears again, smoothing down any errant strands.

Bruce wasn’t like that. Hadn’t said anything about his hair since he’d known him.

But that was before. Before Tim was living in the house. No longer a guest, but a foster placement well on his way to becoming adopted.

The rules had to be different now. Guests and residents of the home have different rules. Tim knew that had to be true at least.

A few weeks ago, Dick had been home for the weekend and Bruce had commented on his hair. He mentioned how long it was getting and Dick had laughed, but he didn’t say anything else about it. Dick was basically an adult though and not living in the house. So, Bruce couldn’t outright say anything against it, could he? He would have to pass his true thoughts and feelings along in a more passive way.

So the rule of the house was to keep his hair short. It had to be. Bruce’s hair was short. Jason’s wasn’t that long. He had been stupid not to worry about it sooner. Bruce had not become angry at him for anything yet and this could be what brought on scalding remarks and expressed disappointment.

Tim tore skin from his bottom lip between his teeth.

He couldn’t do this right now. He couldn’t handle the disappointment from Bruce, he had already disappointed too many people lately. He needed to fix it.

Heart strangely pounding, Tim exited his bathroom and flew to his desk, fumbling with the scissors kept in the drawer there, he clutched them close and ran back to the bathroom. Sometimes they checked on him. He needed to fix it before they came knocking at his door.

Tim’s hands shook as he forced his fingers to open and close the scissors a few times before bringing them up to his bangs.

Snip. Snip.

Dark hair fell to the floor.

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“Tim!” Jason shouted as he barreled into the other boy’s room. Bruce and Alfred kept reminding him to knock, but he honestly kept forgetting and Tim never seemed to care either way. Jason had expected to see him at his desk or watching videos on his phone. He hadn’t expected to see the bundled up lump on the bed, not moving or even reacting to his presence. “Are you still asleep? Breakfast is going to be ready soon.”

There was no sign that Tim heard Jason. In fact, the lump seemed to curl up smaller. Undeterred, Jason threw himself down on the bed beside his newest brother. Dick wasn’t the only annoying older brother in the family.

“Hey, come on, we’ll play Mario Kart before breakfast.”

Still, the lump did not move. Jason’s mind backtracked through his actions. Tim usually jumped at the chance to hang out. Though lately, he had been a bit off. More distant. Bruce had told him to give Tim space if he needed it, but the kid never refused to hang out. So.

“Are you sick?” He guessed. The lump did move this time, but it was curling away from him. And that’s when Jason heard it. A definite sniffle.

“What is it? What happened?” Jason mind went through the possibilities. It wasn’t a sick sniffle, it was a definite sad noise. Did he have a nightmare? Did something happen with his parents? They never tried to call him before…

He’d had enough. Jason pulled the blanket away, and Tim only fought him a little to keep it over his head.

Tim was too distracted and caught up in his own mind to keep Jason from revealing his mistake, revealing what he had done in the midst of some kind of irrational, desperate fit. Tim hadn’t been aware of it all while it was happening. He had blinked in the mirror a few times and then his hair was just gone in some places. A bit of red streaked across his knuckles is what had gotten him to finally come back to himself and by then he had destroyed his hair.

“Oh,” Jason said. That was it. He went silent and Tim wouldn’t look, but he knew the older boy had to be utterly shocked. Because why the hell would Tim take scissors to his hair and cut it all away? Tim felt his eyes burning and he blinked, willing his expression to stay something close to neutral. Something that didn’t make him look deranged and emotional. After too long a moment of silence, he opened his mouth to demand that Jason say something. Anything. To his horror, a sob escaped his throat. And in an infantile display, he pulled the blanket up over his head once more.

“Oh,” Jason tried again. “Hey, it’s not- it’s not that bad. I can-well, no, not me- Bru- Alfred, can fix it.”

Another sob forced its way up his throat and he slammed his hand over his mouth, digging his fingers into his cheek, willing himself to be silent. He sounded like he was being strangled and it was only that troubling noise that caused Jason to pull the blanket back, revealing his hair once more, sheared off way too close in some places and too long in the back where Tim couldn’t reach properly.

“Breathe, okay?” Jason had settled his arm across him, adding extra pressure. “Just breathe.”

Tim shuddered out more shaking breaths that ended in muffled sobs. Slowly, Jason reached up and tapped his fingers against the back of Tim’s hand, encouraging him to stop trying to smother himself. Tim’s palm lifted, but strayed to over his eyes instead, hiding his face away. Jason went still and breathed deeply, hoping Tim would match him. The sobs soon tapered off and Jason watched his brother’s breathing even out.

Jason wouldn’t ask why. Tim was smart, polite to a fault, quiet, reserved and sometimes every fiber of Tim’s being was screaming for something. Something to happen. Something to be done. For someone to help. But it didn’t seem like Tim was even aware of it.

It’s what had drawn Jason to Tim in the first place. He had seen him at school. With circles under his eyes and a mask of his own, hiding behind a polite smile and carefully chosen words. But Jason saw through it. He saw the kid that needed help. Even if he would never ask for it.

Jason had hoped that once he was officially living in the manor and Bruce was legally fostering him, that things might change.

But Tim still wore a mask. And underneath it all, Tim was drowning.

#batfam fic #tw: blood mention #tw: dissociating

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xolborsaysstuff · 2 years

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Blinded by trust and injury | EYE! Phone AU part 7

"...What does that mean? "

Both the objects stared at him in shock.

"Do you really not remember?" Test tube asked, he shrugged as if this wasn't shocking.

"Why? Was- wa- was it something im- important?" He asked, slightly nervous now.

Lightbulb was about to respond, but Test tube covered her mouth, pointing at Mephone, then at the corner. She then addressed mephone.

"I think it's best to postpone these tests. Me and Lightbulb just need to do one more thing then you'll be free to go, I promise." She said, feeling guilt as a small but hopeful smile appeared on his cracked screen. She dragged Lightbulb over to the corner.

"Listen, I don't think we should talk to Mephone about this yet. He's already unstable as it is, and adding unnecessary pressure is too dangerous, who knows how he would react?" She whispered, glancing back at the blind object who was sitting where they had left him, gently swinging his legs back and forth when he thought he was alone, playing with a sort of towel like thing in his hands.

Lightbulb mumbled something under Test tube's hand, then pulled her off. She placed a hand on the scientist's shoulder. "don't worry, Test tube. your secret is safe with me." Test tube sighed I. relief, though it was short lived as she looked back at the damaged phone.

"Alright, Lightbulb, I need you to distract Mephone. I have a plan."

Her bright companion nodded, walking over to Mephone. And Test tube for to work.

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When Test tube had finished the device, she turned back to both the electric objects. Lightbulb was currently tying what looked to be a pride flag over Mephone's eyes.

"Alright Mephone, we're almost done here but could you hold out your arm real quick?" Mephone complied, and Test tube wrapped the device around his upper arm. It had the appearance of a blood pressure gauze with a screen showing charts for each of Mephone's limbs and even a small silhouette of mephone coloured cyan, with a black wobbly line across where his eyes would be.

"This is a device I made to keep track of your physical health! It can also contact me, and is voice activated, even with your stutter it'll be able to pick up on what you want fairly easily." Test tube said, a little proud of herself, and Mephone's excited expression wasn't helping.

As she explained what to say to ask for certain things, ( 'Device call ___' to call, 'device end call' to end a conversation, 'device silence mode', ect, ect.) She failed to mention that it would also monitor to see if he was stressed out, and she had also failed to mention the tracking device she had added, though in her defence he would likely take it off if he knew.

"Alright," Test tube said finally. " now with that out of the way, are you ready to finally go outside? " She asked, and he grinned excitedly. "Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!" Light bulb said, walking to the exit. Test tube grabbed onto Mephone's hand. "You ready?" "Of- of- cour- cour- course!" He said.

" Then let's go. " she said, walking towards the exit with him. She still couldn't shake all the worry she had. She had so many questions, but the main was... Why did Mephone forget that word of all things?

Why didn't he remember cobs?

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Forgot to add this part cause I had to post this as soon as possible because it kept repeatedly clutching and getting deleted which was angering me so much I started around 3 it is now 5:50 also sorry about not posting, busy few days lol. Anyways, hope you enjoyed! Have a nice day, gendered and ungendered people alike!📳

Edit: lot shorter reading it than writing it, so weird.

Omg it is so hard to wrote Test tube I love her but I cannot write smart characters it hurts my brain owie /j

#ii mephone4 #test tube ii #ii contestants #inanimate insanity #eye phone au #lightbulb ii #TW warning eye trauma

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I ALSO

Read Silk and Stones today and 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

There's something that's pure magic about your writing and it just... your fic just took OVER, not only is it written and developed so WELL but every single moment of it just hits DEEP and builds and builds onto the character's growth and connection with each other

There was something so achy about reading in past and present because her present was filled with flashbacks and it was post-Tae, it was from a point in her life when she'd already lost him and yet what we get is how they fell in love and the depth of the FEEEEEELS in it were just 😭😭😭

When I realised in the present tense she was mourning the loss and absence of him in her life... that at some point between past and present Tae isn't THERE anymore it terrified me that it was an angsty ending 😭😭 but like MC, I couldn't move on and accept he HAD gone

When his past came out... I just absolutely refused to believe it or even entertain the idea because Tae's character was just too raw, too genuine, too much in pain and silent torment and entrapment to have been what the gossip and rumours made him out to be and to hear the REAL story behind it... of course Tae would take the blame at the cost of his reputation and safety 😭

And your writing embodied the achy vintage feel of poetry and stories of a time past, the writing of a historical story and then the art of writing reflected in writing... it was beautiful

Your poetry intertwined in the story was just 🥺🥺🥺✨️ and I love loved it

I loved how Tae spoke in broken, incomplete poems because it left that bit of magic and unknown to it because maybe...cos maybe if poems are an expression of love and longing and torment he leaves them incomplete because he's feeling them in the present and poems are words gone and written... his feelings haven't been written yet UNTIL THEY ARE and he writes poetry on her

I LOVED the depth of pain and longing we got when he left and the pain of heartache because somewhere in falling in love she knew something MORE waited, that it seemed temporal and limited but they couldn't help it anyways

I think I might have been left shattered irreversibly if they hadn't found each other again🥺

Instead my heart is shattered but in the same way they pick up the pieces to heal again, the ending did the same to me...

And the title made me realise and wonder that even if you dressed the stone in all the silks and simple luxuries that Tae did, because a part of him WAS stone and turned hard by pain and bad experience... even all the silks couldn't hide it and eventually though... the stone did crack and he was alive again

And also Tae's safe space was a glass sphere and MC became the stone that caused the cracks in the transparent surface... because it WAS a safe space, it did feel like safety... but it was lonely and isolating and confining

And maybe SHE was the silk and stones for him

Dressed in silks

The stone chipping away at the hardened barriers

Until they crumbled

so… i went to reread s&s before answering your ask, and combined with whatever i put in there and your words, i'm left a mess :') i don't usually say this about my own writing, but something about this fic is so truly beautiful. i wish i was able to write like that today, bc god. it's a piece.

i'm so glad the fic felt vintage to you.. i was definitely opting to make it feel nostalgic and poetic, and very very heartbreaking, so i'm beyond thrilled that you said what you said. and the poetry 🥺 !! just like s&s tae, i don't find that genre very easy, so coming up with a poem that was as meaningful as pretty was difficult lol. so yeah thank you <3 also, if i spoke about everything you mentioned, i'd still be sitting here tmrw, bc i'm in my feels lol but i do want to mention a couple things..

the fact that you recognised that he was speaking in fragments and kept adding to the poem as his feelings grew is so important. like, every single time he spoke a line of a poem, he was trying to indicate how he was feeling about her that day. like only wanting to kiss the air that lately kissed her – perfectly aligned with his urge to kiss her, too. other than that, i love LOVE how you interpreted the fic's title.

tae was certainly colder and harder when they first met than he was at the very end. she replaced those stones with a beating heart, and made all of him feel silky and cotton-y – then again, she was the stone breaking that glass cube, too. she broke it the moment he saw her walking up that hill. she replaced the cold of the glass with warm nature, and showed him that he wasn't supposed to feel cosy in his loneliness. that he only liked being alone bc that's when he couldn't hurt anyone and wallow in his pain. she showed him that with her, he could have something far better than an empty cube – which is home, right with her. reality was better than his dreams, and she was just that reality, yk?

so yeah, you're so fkn right. honestly, this made me tear up. i forgot how much i love this story bc it's so lowkey and not many ppl have read it, but just. ugh, thank you so much for reading it and for reaching out. your message is truly so much more meaningful than you might know, so yeah. i love you, i do <3

#dressed in silks.. breaking his barrier until it crumbled gawd i am not lying i teared tf up reading these last lines #and he is silk too.. silky soft with gemstones as his eyes #fuck #tysm <3 #notes for rid 🌹#purplebeebs #fic: silk & stones #long ask

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