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elliezlils11utt · 2 months

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TW: SH MENTIONS AND DARKER TOPICS ‼️

WARNING : this fic tackles a serious topic that may cause harm. if you feel like you are not in the right headspace, please do not read this fic in any way. and this fic is IN NO WAY romanticizing self harm. this fic was made strictly for comfort purposes. I write when I get the urge and this fic brings me comfort, so I’d thought I’d share it. ‼️

A/N: I’ve been struggling recently so I whipped this bad boy up, I needed some Ellie comfort or I felt like I was finna explode😍🙏🏽

Summary: Ellie finds fresh sh marks on your thighs during sex and comforts you </33

your mind goes foggy as guilt bubbles up in your throat. you love the feeling of Ellie’s lips trailing down your body. but you can’t shake the guilty feeling that fills ur lungs with every breath you intake. see, Ellie knows in your past you went through rough patches and doing some shit to your body that you didn’t mean. she knows about your scars. when she first found out you hurt yourself, it was your first time with her. she pulled down ur pants to reveal your old scars that sat in your thigh. she paused for a moment before turning to you and she just kissed them repeatedly. her hands ran over the bumps of the scars as she gave them little kisses. she didn’t say anything about it in fear of overstepping in the moment. but the next morning when u woke up in her arms she kissed your forehead and told you that if you ever felt like u wanted to harm yourself again you would let her know. that’s how you got into this situation. a couple months later and shit got tough. you don’t know how to cope with your emotions properly, turning to self harm as your source of comfort. you knew it was wrong, you knew you should have called her, talked about it, talked to her. maybe if you would’ve done that you wouldn’t have done it. maybe. so now here we are, with her head trailing in between your thighs. if she were to she the fresh marks how would she think of you then? As soon as she starts unbuttoning your pants your head starts spinning.

“fuck Ellie, Ellie, stop” you push her hands away, and turn to face the opposite direction to her.

“what, baby did I do something wrong?”

“no, no it’s jus-“ tears swell up in your eyes, your vision going blurry. your words choke up in your throat.

“baby are you okay?” She scoots closer to you slightly rubbing your back as you sobbed into your palm. she asks you what’s wrong and you can’t get words out.

“remember when we first got together? remember my scars? When you told me if I ever felt like I needed to hurt myself to talk to you?”

Ellie pauses, for a second before nodding.

“I didnt. I’m sorry.” you sob.

“oh baby.” she pulls you closer to her, hugging you tightly. you cry into her arms. she lays her head on you, rubbing small circles into your back.

“it’s okay love, your okay. Just don’t do it again baby. I can’t stand the thought of you causing harm to your skin baby.” she comforts you. you slur countless apologizes into her chest.

“it’s okay.” you and her stay like that for what feels like ages. just being in her arms. her holding you. it feels safe there.

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A/N: to anyone who relates or has gone through something like this I just want to say that I’m proud of you. It takes so much fuckin courage jst to not let go. your worth it. every day ur clean means something. self harm is a serious topic that’s highly frowned upon, but in reality everyone that has gone through thoughts of self harm or done it just need an outlet that can’t be found anywhere else. it’s a escaping mechanism for people who don’t have any other way to escape. but there are other ways to handle emotions, and harming your body should not be one of them. you are loved, and I’m proud of you loves.

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ge-billsgf · 2 months

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Can you write a story where bill is at a band meeting and the girl sends flirty texts. Pls and thank you😝

Pictures.

(The era this was based on :D)

(2007!! Jst in case you dk lol)

I layed in my bed on my stomach, scrolling through MySpace on my computer. Bill was out at a band meeting and I was missing him badly.. I hated when he left, I knew it was necessary for his band, but I couldn’t help but miss him. I missed his arms around me, his soft hands Running through my hair, his soft lips on my neck.

I was lost in my thoughts and then I got an idea. I was going to mess with him a little,I grabbed my computer setting it up on my bed, I removed my shirt to where I was only in a bra and some Nike shorts. I took the picture on my computer and sent it to bill.

“Hope you like, can’t wait for you to get home..”

I sent with the picture as I smiled to myself. He wouldn’t be able to contain himself in his tight little pants.

After I had sent the picture I layed back on my stomach scrolling through my space again, but as I was scrolling I got a notification from bill. It said,

“Call me. Now.”

I obeyed and called him and he picked up after a couple rings.

“Are you kidding me Prinzessin? Couldn’t wait til I got home little slut..?”

“I’m sorry.. couldn’t help it..”

“Mm I think you could sweetheart you just want to mess with me so I’ll come home and fuck you. Huh?”

He says with a slight teasing tone.

“N-no.. Billy..” I said in a shaky voice, not knowing was gonna happen next.

“Awe don’t get all shy on me now Leibe… you were just so bold with your message, now weren’t you?”

“I’m- mm sorry..”

“Hm Prinzessin.. got me all hard now you wanna go all shy on me..” he says his voice sounding strained

“When are you coming home..?”

“Now.” He says sternly, as I hear a beep Signaling he hung up. I bit my lip closing my computer I didn’t know what was going to happen. I was nervous, excited and scared all at once. I wanted this, but I was scared bill would angry with me, my little joke turned into a big one as bill was now driving home to come destroy me.

I sat In Bill and I’s shared bed gripping the bed sheets and looking down. I heard the front door unlock and open. Then as I heard the door shut I heard sort of loud footsteps on the wooden floors in the hallway. The door swung open, and revealed a disheveled looking bill. His hair had less volume than this morning and his makeup was smeared and less dramatic.

“Mm there’s my girl..” he says in a soft and raspy voice, in a way you could hear is German accent come out.

“Think it’s okay to send me pictures like that.. while I’m- out.. hm?”

He says getting closer to the bed while undoing his belt.

“N-no Billy.. m’ sorry…”

I say blushing harder than ever crossing my arms to cover up my stomach.

He kicks his shoes off, slipping down his pants revealing his raging boner through his boxers. My eyes widened slightly, as I snapped back into reality I was now realizing, I’ve never done this before, and I never told bill.

We had been together for about 3 months and we still haven’t had sex before.

He started kissing my neck and grabbed my waist.

“Ehm.. bill.. I-“ I stuttered out.

“I’m a virgin..” I said embarrassed.

“That’s okay love, we can go slow. Mk?” He said calmly understanding.

“Mk..”

He slips off his jacket and then his shirt leaving him only in boxers. I looked up at him, with wide but sort of hooded eyes.

“Please be gentle..” I squeaked out quietly.

“I will, don’t worry Prinzessin.”

He slowly pulled down his boxers revealing his hard on. My jaw dropped. I couldn’t even tell how big it was just from looking at it.

“It’s okay hunny.. I’ll go slow. Promise.”

He said as he could tell I was scared, but as I was lost in my thoughts he slowly started to slip down my panties I started to get nervous again as he did that I shut my eyes tight as he finshed sliding them down my legs. He threw them to the floor and looked at me.

“Open your eyes Schatzi.” He said softly.

“Do you want this?” He asked softly.

“Yes..”

I said ready for him. He slowly positioned his cock at my entrance. As he slowly slipped in, I gasped, feeling him stretch me out, tears formed in my eyes as he bottomed out. He stayed still for a couple seconds letting me get used to it.

“Can I move now Leibe?”

He asked sounding eager but trying to be understanding.

I was silent for a second getting myself used to the feeling.

“Yes ,you can move now billy..”

As I said that he started to move, thrusting in and out at a slow pace,

“Mm.. b-bill..”

I said, as the pain started to turn into pleasure

“Fuck.. good girl..”

He said in almost a whisper.

He started thrusting faster, and at this point I couldn’t control my noise, I was a moaning mess.

“Mm! Bill.. please-“ I moaned out loudly feeling his member go further in me

“Doing s’ good for me love!.. fuck..” he moaned

“Fuck bill.. mmf!” I squeaked out loudly

“M’ gonna cum baby..”

he said in a higher voice

“M-me too!! Mm-“

“Fuck!”

Bill moaned as he bottomed out releasing inside of me, as I came too.

“That was amazing, meine Engle. You did so good for me.”

“I love you bill..” I said hugging him and laying on his chest

“I love you too hunny. Go to sleep my love.”

#bill kaulitz #tokio hotel smut #tokio hotel #bill kaulitz smut #smut

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towriteloveontheirarms · 1 year

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hii, i’m not sure if ur recieving requests rn but i’m jst gna shoot my shot

could i request reader x xavier where shes not the dating type and ppl have tried and failed to try and ask her out, date her, etc. and then comes along xavier who’s determined to take her out on a date (respectfully)

and yeahh

Oh my god I´m so sorry this took forever to write! I just hated everything I brought onto the page. I hope you still enjoy dear <3

Not the dating type

pairing: Xavier Thorpe x fem!reader

synopsis: You had never given much thought to dating, but what happens when, by accident, you meet a certain artist. Will your stance on the matter change?

warnings: none

word count: 1.4k

You had never given much thought to dating. Not that you had anything against it, it was just that it felt a little too superficial whenever someone did ask you out. You were happy spending the time apart from your friends and schoolwork with yourself. Which right now you wished there was more of.

“Why didn´t you go out with them? They´re like super cute...!”, your friend asked you for the nth time.

“Do we have to discuss this again? Why would I go out with someone who I know isn´t even interested in the same things as I am in the slightest and that doesn´t know me at all? Plus, you know I like spending time on my own. I just want to have a good time and write every once in a while.”, you take a bite from your lunch. “Despite, don´t you think they are like the blandest person to ever exist? Like just really bland?”

For the nth time your friend lets out a distressed sigh at your answer. Though even she can´t help herself to not chuckle at the emphasis on ´really bland´. “I take this as my sign to not even ask you about this year's dance?”

“Not unless you want to hear last year's answer all over again. Isn´t it a bit too early to think about that anyway?”

She shrugs and the two of you finish the meal talking about an assignment before you have to head into different directions for afternoon classes.

That evening after lunch you go back outside into the quad. Most students are busy with god knows what and so it is not too crowded. The air is still warm and so you decide to lean onto the cool stone wall. Fully concentrated on the writing in front of you, you don´t notice the tall figure looming over you, trying to get to exactly that wall. At least you can feel a finger tapping your shoulder.

“Sorry, but you are kind of in my way.”, looking up you see into a pair of green eyes.

“Oh, I´m sorry. I didn´t even notice.”, you hold up the journal. “That looks really good by the way. Did you paint that?”

“Uh… yeah… Thank you.”

“Anyway I better go get back inside. I´m sorry again for sitting in your way.”, you smile at him while you dust yourself off and then walk back inside.

This would happen regularly afterwards. You´d always sit down in that same spot and when he eventually came over to continue painting you´d talk for a bit. Mostly about art at first. You asked Xavier about his paintings and how he found himself picking up drawing and painting and he would ask you about the stories you wrote in that journal he never saw you without. As time progressed you found the conversations had taken to more personal topics as well. You found yourselves greeting each other in passing and before you knew it you thought of the schools resident tortured artist, as your friend and the other students had dubbed him, as a friend.

“So what do you want to do today?”, you asked the artist curiously.

“Actually I wanted to show you something. Come on, it´s not far from here.”, he seemed a little more nervous than usually.

“Alright.”, you made it a point not to mention your observation but quite some time after wandering through the woods you couldn´t bite back a joking question. “You´re not trying to kidnap me, are you?”

“What? No, don´t worry. We should be there soon.”

Indeed it only took a couple more steps before you stood outside an old shed.

“I´m sorry where are we right now?”, you stay back a bit as he takes off the heavy chain to open the door.

“I found this shed a couple of years ago and Weems let me clean it out and use it as an art studio.”

Stepping in, you get hit by just walls and canvases filled with paintings.

“Wow, you must be here often.”, you can´t hide the amazement in your voice entirely.

“Pretty much every chance I get…”

You spend the afternoon in the Studio, talking like you do until you find what you assume is another canvas hidden behind a big piece of fabric.

“Hey, Xavier, what’s underneath that?”, you point to it.

“Oh, it’s not done yet.”, he brushes the question aside quickly.

Once more you don’t push it.

The next time you get to the shed it’s gone and the times after you don’t see it either, so you slowly forget about it.

When you go there one evening to have some time truly to yourself and write, like you had done a lot lately, you catch Xavier with it.

Too far into the music and his thoughts he doesn’t hear the door open or close. Neither does he hear you walk up behind him. Standing on your tiptoes to look over his shoulder you see it. A picture of you. Only then does he realise you are there. Trying to hide the canvas as fast as possible, he couldn´t do much for you to unsee it.

“Hey… I didn´t think you were coming here today.”, his face start turning redder by the second.

“Yeah, I just needed some time away from everyone else…”, God this was awkward.

“Oh, okay”, this ends the conversation for that moment. You go to sit at the small table to do your thing and Xavier does his. This time the silence between you isn´t as comforting or comfortable as it usually was and so you speak up again.

“Are we gonna talk about the painting or not? I know what you usually paint. Is there something I need to know?”, you can hear the second chair scraping before he speaks.

“No, nothing like that at least.”, he thinks about what to say next. “Well, I didn´t plan on doing it like this, but… I had this dream over and over again since I was young. Like really young. Of just that scene. Ever since we started talking it came back twice as often. And I know what you said about the other guys that asked you out, but… I wanted to ask you if, maybe some time, you would want to go on a date with me?”

This time it was on you to be silent. “You are really sweet, Xavier. I just… I don´t think I can say yes to that. Not only because of what you heard, but you basically just broke up with Bianca too. Enid would have this on her blog God knows how fast. You know what position that would put both of us in. I´m sorry, I better get back to school.”

Things got a bit weird for a while after this. You never stopped talking, but that afternoon never left the back of your head. Ultimately you pulled yourselves together though and when he asked you for a second time, on the day of the Poe cup, things went over all smoother. However it got you thinking things over.

When he asked you out only a short time later for a date to the Rave`N you surprised both of you with a yes.

“Wait, really? You´re not just saying yes because…?”, he asked.

“Yes, really Xavi.”, you chuckled. “In fact I think this is going to be a fun evening.”

“What made you change your mind?”

“After you asked me before the Poe cup I think I realized that I actually like being with you not only as a friend, unlike I had thought… It also felt different like when anyone else asked me.”

And you were right. Though you didn´t stay long at the dance itself and headed out to spend the evening away from all the loud music. You laughed a lot and by the end Xavier brought you back to your room. Not hearing any concerns about being caught by a teacher.

“Tonight was great, but you better go before you get caught.”, you still giggle. “Go.”

He still doesn´t move or say anything when you open the door to get into your room. Just as you opened the zipper if the dress, your phone gives off a high pitched ping. ´You were too fast. I wanted to ask if you want to get coffee tomorrow. As kind of a second date?´

Rolling your eyes, chuckling again you send back a ´Sure. That sounds great 😊´

You think you can hear the buzzing of a phone and a whispered celebration outside, but blame it on the setting in tiredness.

#xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe x you #xavier thorpe oneshot #wednesday netflix #wednesday netflix one shot

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chryzuree · 10 months

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okay so i was rewatching the kill counts for happy death day + happy death day 2u because i think it’s a really good series and i LOVE time loop scenarios, so my question for you is… what would it be like if chrysijacks were in that situation? where one of them is constantly getting killed and waking up after they die to relive the same day + the other one is trying to help get them out of it while also having to be reminded of the whole time loop thing every time it’s reset? i hope this makes sense <3 (also i’m sorry you’ve been feeling sad— this month has been rough for me too so ik how it feels but just know i’m here for you, and at the very least i hope you can find some comfort in the fact that you’re not alone in feeling this way 🫂)

PERFECT, SHOWSTOPPING, SPECTACULAR, ALSO HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT I REWATCH THOSE KILL COUNTS AND THINK RLLY HARD ABOUT CHRYSIJACKS EVERY SINGLE TIME… our minds….

i feel like jacks is theee perfect person to be in tree’s shoes, since he’s also a supposedly shallow blonde that’s trying to run from his grief in his past 🫶🏻 it adds to the fun once i add the layer of chrysi being his ex-friend from childhood & he keeps resetting in her room.. first time he wakes up, he’s like “whoaaaaa, crazy night last night… MY FUCKING CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND????”

but then after that, there’s the added depth of jacks trying to mend their damaged relationship while also trying to stop himself from dying over and over and over again. it’s fun to imagine him trying to apologize and heal the hurts he caused all in one day OVER AND OVER AGAIN. obvi chrysi’s skeptical. lots of mean & funny dialogue here.

but!!! they were still childhood friends!!! chrysi will believe jacks if he tells her that he’s trapped in a time loop. she’ll help you, but it’s not like she’ll be HAPPY abt it :|| jacks is not sure how he feels abt this.

when chrysi dies in one of the time loops, jacks is SO quick to let himself die too. doesn’t matter if his body is slowly degrading with each loop… doesn’t matter if he wound up in the hospital literally that morning from all his previous deaths… he WILL NOT live without his childhood best friend. next morning, he immediately pulls her into a hug and she’s like “?!?!?!?!?!????!?!?!!?!!!!!” but, i mean, hey, it helps him prove he still cares abt her.. sobsob. they end up dating after all that :>

for happy death day 2 u, it would b really funny for jacks to get beamed into what he considers an alt reality, but rlly.. it’s jst a normal modern universe where chrysi and azure are dating. nobody told you?? they’re literally soulmates?? it’s not a fucked up alt reality, ummm. this is part of the universe’s big plan. sorry, man. i KNOW he’s screaming and crying and throwing up rn.

first order of business when he returns to his reality is to kiss chrysi w tongue and also be like, “you’d never ever leave me for a hot tall black-haired french photographer, right??? 🥺” and chrysi’s like, “this is weirdly fucking specific. no?” and then that one agency curious abt experimenting w time loops shows up and ummm. oh. this is awkward. azure is working with them. jacks is screaming and crying and throwing up AGAIN.

#cue jacks being clingy the whole time and chrysi’s amused but also curious abt wtf happened in that other universe.#.asks #m.kat🫶🏻#s.chrysijacks #au.death day #🫂 i’m sorry ur july sucked also. we truly are in this together!!!!! i’m proud of us for both surviving <33

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sunnyknoxville · 1 year

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dw abt it big guy!!! loneliness esp in a time of need is . All too familiar 4 me so im glad to try & help u out big fella <3 but anywayd. i'm sorry to hear about all that man, that seems like a big shitstain concerto . and i'm sorry about the lasting episode effects, i get tthat & its Ughr. episodes SUCK but hey man, at the very least, it's over now !! and i'm sorry to hear about your mom and i hope she at least feels better soon, if not for any reason other than so u can get a good long sleep. i really do also think that like. esp since its all shitstains and assfuck now tat at the very least it's not like you're dying! ik thats super cliche and all that but i think it's good to keep in mind yk?? you're braving through it rn and that's fuckin awesome . like really REAALLY sick. but again, im really sorry to hear about all the shit going on rn. i think you should jst take it one moment at a time, one foot over the other yknow? just keep on truckin as they say big guy, i know at least 1 person that will do his best to be here for u <3 (i would use the hu g emoji but im typing on my puter and theres no hug emoji. :[ )

let’s be lonely together 🤝

yeah it’s a lot. it’s a lot more than what i’ve told a lot of people too because it’s scary and it’s hard to deal with. so. i just keep it private to stuff behind the scenes of online stuff. it’s a lot and it feels weird to not talk about it because i feel all of these things and it seems like it’s for no reason? but there’s a lot of reasons that i just can’t say to a anyone because it’s so personal. so. what do you do?

yeah. i am not actually dying. it may feel like i am sometimes but i am not. i am in fact breathing and surviving and existing and taking up space one way or another.

thank you <3 i needed to hear that, you know, about pushing through this shit. i just really hope that there’s a reason at the end of all this. something that’ll make this all worth it.

i’ve been trying to just take days as they come but sometimes those days are too much and they overfill. it overfilled a while ago and i’m still recovering from it all. it takes a while to get back to things, to feel myself again. i’m sure that’s easy to understand.

i appreciate you xander <3 we haven’t known each other long but i appreciate you. you’ve been nothing but kind to me in your own little way since we met and i appreciate your love. thank you.

i have the hug emoji so here: 🫂🫂🫂🫂🩵

#ender.txt #from the desert #my shining mutual <3 #negative #tw death mention

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chryzure-archive · 1 year

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this is also unrelated to everything and u dont have to answer!!! but i know you like RE and had RE aus…and since i’ve been afflicted by …l*on…i’m absorbing the series sm <3..ANYWAYS THO CAN I PLZ KNOW ABOUT THE RE AUs…. what ships do u have them for and any specific game… im sorry this is random💔i want to think about something that is RE but not…That Man.. 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

IVE GOT YOU, RYNE!!!!!!!

okay okay okay, so the re2 remake did damage to me in my junior year of high school<33 so i have a generic re2 au w chryzure,,,, not bc i ship leon and claire bc.. icky, but i do think it tracks that chrysi and azure would only go through the events of that game after having a heartfelt conversation in the rain on opposite sides of a chain link fence… they could only be separated frm each other via zombies, and even then, they find each other again… also azure turns around after finding chrysi and he finds that she has adopted a child. he is now a father. he didn’t know that would end up happening, but boy, did it!!!

speaking of chryzure re aus, sdldjflskjflksjdfslkdjf…… re7 chryzure au breaks my heart. azure doesn’t care that chrysi has been supposedly dead for YEARS—he gets an email frm his girlfriend wife soulmate and he is ON HIS WAY. nothing will stand in front of him!!! even chrysi made murderous by sentient mold!!!!!!!!!!! it’s okay, he can fix her!!!!!!!!!!!! but the scene where she shoves him out into the hallway and effectively separates them before she goes murderous again KILLS ME!!!!!! he loves his wife!!!! he wants her to come back with him so bad! AND THE HELICOPTER SCENE WHERE CHRYSI’S ALL LAID OUT ON THE MEDICAL COT AND THEY’RE FLYING AWAY FRM THE HOUSE AND THEY’RE HOLDING HANDS FINALLY, AFTER YEARS OF BEING SEPARATED…. IT MAKES ME WANT TO CRY!!!

i have a variation of the re7 au where azure’s the one that went missing and AUGH. it hurts more, i think? bc he’s normally so careful, so the fact that he was captured and infected w mold is upsetting to chrysi. again, the shoving-out-of-the-room-to-protect-her scene kills me, but it makes me even sadder when it’s azure doing it,,,, bc he’ll sacrifice himself for chrysi over and over again, he’ll do anything to keep her safe above all else, and even though it feels like tearing out his own heart, he’ll leave her if it means her safety…. in that universe, the helicopter scene is chrysi being very exasperated and frustrated w azure. meanwhile, he’s like “omg,..,,, i get to be w my soulmate gf wife for good this time!!!!!”…. cut to chrysi getting involved in zombie cases again bc there’s no stopping her. sigh.

it’s not super an official au, but i do like thinking of re3 scenes in aa chryzure context?? or jst chrysi being a cool agent being tracked down by a deadly lab-grown zombie creacher… i jst think chrysi kicks ass and she would look cool doing all the same things jill valentine did. azure is a prettyboy special agent that knows abt chrysi’s past and he’s always admired her frm afar,,, this is only so that i can have the scene where chrysi gets infected and azure starts tearing through zombies to get a cure for her bc he has such a major soulmate crush on her. umm ummm, the scene where that scientist guy is holding carlos in front of him and trying to get to safety under the context that jill won’t shoot, but he does that w azure and azure’s like “go ahead. kill him. i know your aim is good enough to not hit me” and chrysi’s like “i appreciate the confidence in me, i jst think that maybe you shouldn’t have it.” but she does have good aim, so bye bye!!! (i haven’t seen gameplayof re3 in a while, so pardon me if the details are hazy ;;;; )

UMMM, i don’t know if these count, but the live action resident evil movies that are not at all related to the games (not truly) have some moments that i’ve superimposed soooo hard on chryzure zombie aus. like azure slowly developing the telekinetic powers of the third one (??? i think??? i also haven’t seen the movies in a while), or him dying and being brought back wrong (…can’t remember the context for that either, but umm it’s because chrysi was going to be hurt by some flying shrapnel and azure shielded her with his body instead,,, causing the shrapnel to travel straight through his body and he dies apart from chrysi bc she’s dragged away from him by somebody trying to keep her away from zombies. it is a sad moment that i like to turn aroudn in my head like a plate in the microwave),,, meanwhile chrysi keeps building up her groups of survivors over and over again.

OHHH, ANOTHER RE MOVIE SCENE I THINK OF IS HAVING AZURE BE INFECTED AND HE’S SLOWLY TURNING BUT HE HAS TO HELP THEM, SO HE KISSES CHRYSI ONE LAST TIME BEFORE SACRIFICING HIMSELF BY BLOWING UP ALL ZOMBIES AROUND HIM. i don’t have this be canon most of the time (or maybe it is… maybe i’ll go with the “azure brought back to life” thing being that he’s jst clone after clone of himself, with new zombie powers each time.), but it is something i like to think of…

but yeah yeah yeah, i love the movies and how silly they are + i think azure deserves to be a new, fucked up zombie clone of himself each time, and that he should find his original body being kept in stasis with chrysi, and so there’s a whole moral issue of, “i’m not the actual person she loves, but i love her and i want to be with her… even though i know the original version of me deserves it more.” now i am thinking abt this rlly hard. fuck. i could make a whole, unique storyline frm this alone bc i looooove this little rabbit hole.

there’s also that chrysijacks re7 au, and with that, i mostly like to imagine chrysi chasing jacks with a chainsaw <3 it’s what she deserves. it’s also what jacks deserves. get his ass, honey.

(that helicopter scene haunts me so mmuch btw, so i always imagine a ship in that setting, bc it’s so genuinely romantic in its peak form… going through and hell and escaping it, and clinging to each other as you go to someplace better… it makes me cry every time i think of it. i always make it more touchy-feely bc IT SHOULD BE!!!

#.asks #s.chryzure #s.chrysijacks #m.moon🎀#I THINK ABT AZURE HAVING SUCH A HORRIBLE TIME IN A ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE SETTING BC IT MAKES ME SMILE #i’m sorry.. i jst think he needs to be hurt.. not bc he deserves it but bc he’s sooo pretty when hes in torment #it’s like a form of art.#love the fucked up zombie experiments of re as well bc it lets me do aaallll sorts of things to azure #i get to torture him TENFOLD!!!!

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chimielie · 2 years

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in my time

summary: Iwaizumi x Reader. a surprise visit to your boyfriend’s school doesn’t go as planned

word count: 1.5k

cw: slight injury (but not really), extremely mild angst with a heavy dose of fluff

a/n: i will never write a fic with good or normal formatting. this is my promise. (PDT is iwaizumi texting reader, JST is reader texting oikawa, who is GMT-3. i did so much math trying to figure out the timing if there is a mistake please tell me. or don’t)

7:01 AM, Pacific Daylight Time: morning!! and goodnight, you’d better fucking be asleep by now

[rewind]

6:04 PM, Japan Standard Time: tooru help i don’t know how to airplane

6:04 AM, Greenwich Mean Time - 3: well the good news is that you don’t have to fly it.

6:04 PM, JST: why are you always so unhelpful

6:05 PM, JST: what if they catch me for committing identity fraud and i get arrested and miss my flight

6:05 AM, GMT-3: that would only happen if you were committing fraud, which you’re not, because you’re boring

6:05 PM, JST: but what if i am and i don’t know it

6:05 PM, JST: what if i’m carrying firearms and i don’t know it!!!

6:06 AM, GMT-3: you should not be allowed to fly alone

6:06 AM, GMT-3: they should assign you a guardian and put a sign around your neck that says “big baby”

6:12 AM, GMT-3: sorry was that mean :( i was jokingg

6:13 AM, GMT-3: did you actually get arrested for identity theft?? does iwa-chan need to fly over and bail you out?

6:15 PM, JST: sorry i was in the line doing the thing

6:15 AM, GMT-3: why did it take so long

6:16 PM, JST: ...i forgot my own birthday

6:17 AM, GMT-3: LOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLL

6:17 PM, JST: shut up!!! shut up

6:17 PM, JST: why would you send haji to bail me out anyway? wouldn’t that ruin the whole point of a surprise visit

[skip]

7:03 AM, PDT: good.

[skip]

6:24 AM, JST: guess who survived the flight!!!!

6:32 PM, GMT-3: glad you made it :P give iwa-chan a kiss for me!!

6:32 PM, GMT-3: with a disgusting amount of tongue pls

[rewind]

11:45 PM, PDT: hey, is everything okay?

“Within the program, you must...”

Every word out of the lecturer’s mouth blows on the breeze right over Hajime’s head. Ordinarily, he can fight through the most boring lessons and come out with a semblance of studyable notes without succumbing to the desire to sleep, but today, his head is bent over his lap, his activity becoming less and less discreet every time he pulls out his phone from beneath his leg and checks it.

Still nothing.

He blows out a breath and looks ahead, tapping his pen against his lips. He can’t quantify the growing anxiety inside him, unsure where it came from or why it won’t go away. Surely he’s not so high-maintenance that a couple days without word from you is fully freaking him out?

He checks his phone again, the screen disappointingly blank. Apparently, he is so high-maintenance.

Honestly, he knew what he was getting into when he reassured you that your relationship would survive long-distance. He knows a couple missed calls isn’t the end of it all. He knows you’re probably just busy with your own studies.

But too busy for him?

He shakes off the thought as he exits the classroom, gaze still focused on his phone as he expertly navigates the hallways to the outside world. It’s probably not even a matter of priority. Maybe you’d dropped your phone in the sink and were having trouble replacing it, maybe the cell tower near you had taken a hit during a storm, maybe you had been kidnapped and that was why your location had been off and his messages not delivering since before bed yesterday...

Hajime’s eyebrows draw together and he clicks his phone off with more force than necessary, shoving it into his pocket with the resolve to stop thinking about it. Even you blocking him would be a more likely scenario than the last.

...Ouuuuugggghhh.

His phone buzzes and he jumps violently, yanking his phone out and flipping it around in his hands before checking the screen.

Volleyball practice - intramural reads the calendar notification. He tries valiantly to pretend that the chagrin washing him is nonexistent, and shuts the device in his locker, closing the door as gently as possible.

“Hey, you okay?” One of his teammates touches his shoulder, concern evident on his face. “You seem kinda off, like... you’re still the fucking best, don’t get me wrong, you’re just not really on today.”

“Yeah,” sighs Hajime, scrubbing his hands over his face. “I was actually thinking I’d stay behind, hit a few more balls. I’ll take care of cleanup and all of that, too.”

“Really? Sweet,” his teammate grins. “Hope it helps you work through your shit!”

Alone in the gym, Hajime can hit as hard as he wants, wherever he wants. He grunts as his palm slams the ball dead on, the sound punched out of him by the force of his hit. When he comes back to the ground, a jolt traveling up from the hard floor through his bones, he feels the ache of satisfaction spread through his body.

As many balls as he hits, though, as many frustrated noises he lets out, he doesn’t feel himself working through his frustration so much as feeding it. Stress tightens his muscles, constricts him around the throat- when he misses his mark, he growls and scrubs the back of his hand over his eyes, turning to grab another ball from the bin to deflate.

Behind him, he hears the familiar thud of the ball hitting something hard, and then- a squeak - a thump - oh, fuck, there’s someone lying facedown in the gym entrance, the stray ball bouncing around behind them.

The wall of panic that hits Hajime is all-consuming. He almost can’t see for his tunneling vision as he runs over, dropping the ball he was holding, stammering out an apology in Japanese.

English, he thinks frantically, I need English, what’s- how do you say-

“ARE YOU SORRY?” He bellows at the prone figure, his voice loud enough to raise the dead.

It’s somewhat effective.

You raise your head, making a whining noise in the back of your throat, and then plant your face back into the gym floor, cheek smushed against the hardwood.

“Oh,” Hajime calls your name from distantly above you, “Holy shit. Holy shit.”

This is - a lot to process. He decides to join you, lying down on his back next to you, contemplating the life decisions that led to his concussing you after you traveled who knew how many hours and miles to surprise him and then promptly yelling at you for it.

“Aren’t you supposed to check me for internal damage?” You croak after a moment. “What are they even teaching you in this school?”

“Shit, sorry,” he says, sitting up. “Oh, God, are you okay?”

“Yeah, Haji, I’m fine,” you grace him with a smile. “You don’t hit that hard.”

He gives you a look, then rolls you onto your back, hovering over you and checking almost every inch to make sure you’re truly unharmed. You consider swatting him away, but it’s been so long since you had his undivided attention you just sit back and giggle as he inspects you.

“Am I cured, Dr. Iwaizumi?” You ask when he sits back on his heels, a satisfied look on his face as he takes you in.

“You have pretty eyes,” he answers noncommittally, having just concluded his vision test. “The prettiest.”

“You’re so,” you start to complain, but he cuts you off, three fingers under your chin as he holds your face with one hand, kissing you like he’s dying of thirst in the desert, like he never wants to be parted from you. It says everything he struggles to share.

You share a stillness when you separate, tangled in each other and listening to the exclusive sound of your synchronized breaths. Where one ends, the other begins, the borders between you barely distinguishable.

“I’m sorry I almost killed you,” he says, the sound of his laughter-infused voice a warm balm over you.

“Were you trying to apologize afterward? Or do you just really hate your schoolmates?” You want to know, one hand moving slowly against his back, creating friction that stimulates his heart.

“I tried to say ‘are you okay’ and ‘I’m so sorry’ at the same time,” he tells you. “The result was...”

“Are you sorry?” You mimic, yelling right in his ear. He frowns at you and digs his fingers into your ribs, until you’re squirming and barely able to demand that he lets you go because all your air is wasted on laughter.

“No,” Hajime says petulantly, even as he ceases tickling you. “Stay.”

You tuck your head into the crook of his neck, press a soft kiss to the underside of his jaw. The message reads loud and clear: Welcome home.

#reader texts oiks and not haji bc u arent good at keeping secrets and u need advice bc we’re a hot mess 👍 but emphasis on hot!#iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi hajime drabbles #iwaizumi fluff #haikyuu x reader fluff #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #hq!! x reader #haikyuu!! fluff #haikyuu fluff

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papercupids · 3 years

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past the happily ever after - wong kunhang

pairing - wong kunhang x reader

genre - post breakup!au; angst; music producer! hendery;

summary - bumping into your ex reopens some unhealed wounds.

word count - 2k

warnings - none that i could point out

as you waited for the employee to wash his hands and get back to you to take your order, you glance around the shop a little more, quaint little wooden tables are lined up messily and on top of them, matching brown stands which are home to almost 5 spoons, forks and knives respectively per table. The sunlight coming in abundance right in to illuminate every nook and cranny of the corner cafe.

It’s not too crowded here, maybe because 3:00 pm is not exactly the definition of a rush hour.

the bells of the coffee shop rang and scanning the whole room, just to feed your curiosity more, you turned back. And when you do, you really wish you hadn’t, because just in the span of a mere second, your heart is ripped out of the place its caged in between your lungs because all of the time you’ve spent thinking about this moment did not prepare you for when it’s really happening. You turn back quickly, after freezing in your place when you first see him, and you’re scared that anyone who looks at you right now, including him, can see right through you and feel the trembling in your knees. But more than fear and awkwardness it was a simple debate of feelings of love and hate both that made you freeze right now.

Countless accusations, numerous insults, you had so many questions for him, so many secrets to spill, it had come to an extent where you would imagine him sitting next to you jst to calm your overwhelmedness.

But you had later come to a conclusion. If your love meant nothing to him, neither will your hate.

And hendery was just as shook as he spotted you and your face registered itself into his brain.

the smell of pancakes, the small noise of it crackling on the pan, the sun pouring in just like in the cafe, but a little dimmer, the morning version of it. from the small windows of your apartment, soft music playing at a low volume and you’re humming along to it.

“y/n,” he calls out and that’s your cue to know he’s already up and you flip the pancake and walk over to him still lying in bed, adoring the rising sun from his position on the bed.

“Why did you wake up so early?” He mumbles groggily. “It’s your holiday today, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” you make your way back to the kitchen, “i just had a craving,” the pancake is perfectly golden when you take it out and place the batter for the next one.

A few moments later you hear the shuffling of feet before a pair of arms wrap around your waist and a face nuzzles itself in your neck.

“goodmorning, dery.”

“Mmh,” he inhales your scent as if it was the very oxygen he breathes, and when he does exhale it tingles on your neck.

Turning off the stove, you turn to him and catch his lips in a slow and chaste ‘good morning, honey’ and ‘i want this forever’ kiss.

“Hey, y/n,” hendery currently has his hands in his pockets and you can hear the awkwardness in his voice, someone who was ever so frank and comfortable with you. You can swear this guy grows more beautiful each time you see him. The last was almost a fat six months later after you broke up with him, on an instagram story of a mutual friend of you both. You muted his story after that and it took you two weeks to stop listening to taylor swift after that. And now, it’s two years later but you still love this man as much as you did the first time you ever said it to him.

“hendery, hey, didn’t expect to run into you,” you pray that he can’t feel the beating of your heart which in your opinion is vibrating enough for your body to shake visibly.

“Yeah, me neither, how are you though? Long time no see,”

“Yeeah, i’m fine, just a little over the place.”

“Oh, well.”

The employee behind you both could literally feel the tension between you both from where he was standing. Either way, he needed to get over both of your orders before any one of you messed it up and made the other leave. It could strongly affect the revenue of this small cafe.

“Miss, what would you like to order?” He calls out to you, causing you to turn.

“Oh, yeah. A caramel macchiato, please.”

“And, you, sir?”

“I’ll have an Americano, thanks.”

“So it’s a combined order?”

And the next few seconds is just you and hendery awkwardly communicating through your eyes asking if the other’s okay with having coffee together and strangely enough even against your best interests, you both are.

“Okay, i’ll have it on your table in a few,” and the man disappears behind the curtain, quite proud of himself. If this one couple made it together, if they were broken up right now, their kids would hear of this cafe. He giggled and went on with his work.

As for you, it was not at all like the time you had once imagined in the shower how meeting hendery would be like. There were no slaps, no “fuck you’s” and absolutely no drama unlike how you imagined it in the shower.

You sat opposite on one of the round tables, besides the glass panel.

“So how have you been?”

“Oh, good. Just finished an album I was working on, a week ago. And damn, I'm tired.”

“Oh,”

the music blasted through your ear and you hit the lower volume button as you rolled your eyes at hendery, if he continued to keep the volume this much, he’d end up losing his hearing, for sure. You try to tell him that, which comes across more as a shout than a normal tone to him because of your inability to listen to your own voice above the song. He nods carelessly, he’s just concentrated on your expressions as you listen to the track.

but it's just the way it was, life wasn’t always a happy ending, it was rough without any mercy. and you weren’t a fictional character, neither was this a fairytale.

You’re in his lab today, chocolate wrappers, guitar, papers here and there, the nightlife hours starting outside. And you are both sitting opposite each other, you’re sitting on hendery’s usual seat, a comfortable huge chair you loved to dominate whenever you’d drop by here and he’s sitting on a random stool that was lying outside, not complaining a bit.

“So, um,” you remove the headphones a few minutes later. And hendery listens in rapt attention, something you wished he did when you asked him to choose which dress he liked better on you,

“I hate to tell you this, hendery,” his expressions tighten as he tenses his jaw, “but, babe, you’ve nailed it this time around too!!!” You scream and envelope him in a hug.

And poor hendery is still shocked, but he hugs back as it soaks in his mind.

“This song is gonna be the shit people hear on loops, hendery, loops! This is a bop,” he pulls away.

“You really think so?” You nod your head.

He hugs you again, more tightly, “i love you,”

“So,” he drums his finger on the table after a long few minutes of awkward silence. The order still hasn't come. And you both have been looking at the other tables, there weren’t many people here.

“How’s life been for you, aside from your profession?” he asks.

“I don’t think I quite gave it much time, don’t regret it though, what about you?” your profession, for you, had been something of a coping mechanism in the past few years, it had been something you had given your everything to, and strangely enough it hadn’t packed up its bags one day and said, ‘we aren’t working anymore,’ and left.

“Oh yeah, no, i did try to make it work with someone, it’s going good for now.”

The last nail in your coffin. It takes up your entire energy to not flip the table over him and run away from not only the city, but the country and never leave a chance to ever bump into him again, because you see you did try to forget him.

But it never happened. It was just automatically that your hand reached over to the other pillow in your bed to ruffle hendery’s hair to wake him up to only be met with the cold side of the bed, and to take out two cups of ramen, only to quickly keep it back inside and to pretend it never happened.

“That’s nice,”

And thankfully, the cafe guy is coming over with your drinks.

And you sip on your macchiato as it gets awkward again. You can’t bear to look him in the eyes, no. It just cracks your very soul and you suddenly get annoyed with the fact that if he wanted he would have kept the girlfriend thing to himself, but he had to put it all in your face.

But your thoughts wander furthermore after this, does she get to listen to his songs firsthand? Does she get to eat the food he makes? gets to ruffle his hair first thing in the morning? gets to wrap her arms around him and feel his heartbeat?

hendery slammed his hands on the steering wheel. He had fucked up. Big time. Plus the traffic wasn’t budging. He rested his head in his hands. The cars honked occasionally and the city lights hurt his eyes, an upbeat song was playing over the radio in a low volume and the car was warmer than the outside.

This was the third time in a row he’s done this. And he could feel the guilt build up in him, he wasn’t worried about your reaction to this.

You’d kiss him, tell him to not worry about it and go to sleep as it was probably late and he would be tired.

He was scared that this was gonna keep happening and he’s gonna wake up without you instead of you sobbing softly out in the living room. He was afraid he had messed you up too much. And what for?

The traffic clears as he presses the accelerator and lets go as fast as he can.

And back home you’re not disappointed, you’re just tired. You weren’t upset that hendery hadn’t showed up, but he hadn’t even texted you, surely it would take just a second.

But it was okay, he had work. It was important. You sighed as you slipped into your pyjamas and moved to the sofa to watch something.

And you hear the key turning then, signalling hendery was home, you stand up to greet him and as soon as he’s visible, a sympathetic look is plastered on his face.

“I’m sorry….” you hug him before he can complete and he hugs back with equal force.

“‘S alright, hendery, it’s fine.” And you rub his back.

And suddenly you hear a sobbing sound from him. A long and choked up noise and you pull away to get a good look on his face.

“dery?” You cup his face, “what’s wrong, honey?”

“Oh, babe, i’m not going anywhere.” You crawl close to him and wrap your arms around him. “I’m gonna be right here hendery, and things like these happen all the time, but that doesn’t change the fact that i love you, okay? I’m gonna stay. I’m gonna be with you as long as you want me to.”

“I messed up, I mess up all the time, why are you even here?” He’s sitting down now, crying in his hands.

He nods as his sniffles fade away slowly and you’re both just sitting on the floor, holding each other, knowing no one’s gonna go away.

“And, um, y/n, i have to tell you something.” He finally speaks up. His body language tells you it’s been what he’s wanting to tell you since you met at the counter and you nod at him to continue.

“I wanted to apologise.”

You almost spit your drink.

“Why?” Even though you know the answer, you want him to confess his sins. Confess the fact that he threw a forever away in a matter of a moment, that he didn’t listen to what you had to say.

“I’m sorry for what I did, I truly and genuinely loved you and I made a huge mistake. Everyday I think about what could’ve been if I didn’t do what I did.”

loved.

But that made the two of you if he thought about it. It was okay now, now that you met him, now that he apologised to you, know that you’ll say “it’s okay,” to him, piece by piece it’ll start to get better. You believed it.

You’ll still love wong kunhang, but a little less maybe.

the silence in your home is biting. You can hear the low whirring of the air conditioner and the tick tocking of the clock. The text bell breaks the silence though, for a second, but it does.

“Coming home, give me 5 minutes.”

hendery wasn’t late. He just hadn’t came home for the entirety of last week. He has to work on this new album, he’d said to you when you called him this morning. Normally he had told you not to call him when he was working since it broke his link of working but it was out of hand now.

And he told you he’d come home today and talk.

You sighed as the lock clicked, and he closed the door behind him.

He throws a small smile at you, “y/n,” and he knows this is going to be hard when you don’t return it.

He sits beside you as you try your best to not let the tears fall, “what?”

“I’m sorry but this isn’t the way i want to see you, i want you to be happy-“

“Well, then damn, dery, keep me happy!”

“Will you let me complete?” You glare at him as you blink more to keep the tears at bay.

“Look, I realised that i want to see you happy, but i’m just simply, i can’t. So,” he takes your hand and grazes it with his own.

“So, i’m letting you go, y/n,”

“What the actual fuck ‘letting me go’?” Now there's no meaning in trying to keep the tears hidden, they come as fast as you stop trying to hide them.

“The thing is hendery, if you would’ve been sorry right now, i would have honestly had no problems in being here again and to end up in this same situation, i would go through it all again, but the fact that you just want back away is so disgusting,”

“Sorry would have meant that i would no longer do it again, y/n, and you know my work, I can’t keep promises,”

“So that’s it? We’re finishing this conversation and you’re taking out all the shirts from our wardrobe?”

His silence is a reply enough, and you can’t do anything but sit there as quietly as you shushing yourself and hoping this was someone else in min hendery's body and that tomorrow you’d wake up to him apologising and explaining how his body got swapped with someone else.

But it never did happen

“It’s okay, hendery. You did what was best for both of us,” you take a sip from your drink. “I couldn’t see it then, but I do see it now,”

“You do?” He raises his eyebrows,

“Yes,” you nod gently.

And his phone rings. “Excuse me, i gotta take this,”

And he’s barely a few steps away from the table when he receives the call and says, “yes, babe, i’m coming i just met an old friend.”

And you smile. It was okay. You’ll probably cry yourself to sleep tonight but tomorrow will be better, and you will be better again.

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lacharcutiere · 3 years

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give me one night [nsfw 18+, sawamura daichi]

1,2k words

masterlist | next ➪

part one of i'm gone i'm gone i'm gone miniseries. high school graduation is a very bad time to realize you're in love with one of your closest childhood friends.

lol just to clarify, JST means "japanese standard time". i'll also be using EST later on, meaning "eastern standard time" (aka the time zone new york is in). JST is 13 hours ahead of EST !

tings // briefly referenced alcohol consumption, v soft n loving sex :) , a lil angst // i swear this søng is abøut eating øut my best friend's pussy - cøzybøy // dm, ask or comment to be added to the taglist ! minors dni.

— AFTER-GRAD PARTY: 27TH MARCH, 2021. 22:37 JST.

daichi’s always hated obligatory picture-taking, but he doesn’t mind it so much now. maybe it’s because of the thoughts about how these are your last few months together, the questions about whether he’ll see you again after it’s over. it’s been only hours since he realized he loved you, watching you walk across the stage, dazzling smile on your face as you received your diploma. he’s got one arm around your shoulders (and the other around kōshi’s) as parents and friends stand around you guys, snapping picture after picture until he’s sure he’s about to go blind from the flash.

out of nowhere, you pull the brim of his graduation cap down over his face, and he laughs. he loves you. and it’s a terrible time to realize that, because you’ll be leaving for new york by august. he’s lucky, at least, that he won’t be headed off to college until then either; he doesn’t know what he’d do if he didn’t get to see you again before you leave.

your voice, glittery with laughter, startles him out of his thoughts: “dude, y’okay?”

“oh, ha, yeah. i’m fine.” he notices a group of your other friends waving you over, nudges you toward them with a little laugh. “hey, i think you're needed elsewhere.”

you’re like magic, making him smile as he watches you laugh with your friends, exchange hugs, take a thousand more photos.

☾𓆙𓂻

you are like magic. he doesn’t drink often, but hey, kōshi tells him, we graduated, have some fun, man, and a few beers—just enough to blur the line between want and need—in you’re drawing him to you; he literally cannot stay away. he’s going to tell you he loves you. he has to. he absolutely cannot keep it a secret. he cannot keep you a childhood friend and nothing more. he thinks he might implode if he does.

— AFTER AFTER-GRAD PARTY: 28TH MARCH, 01:12 JST.

somehow you’re in his bed, he doesn’t know how you got there, not because he’s intoxicated but because all he can focus on is you. you, as you giggle and press his shoulders back into the pillows, kneeling on his mattress and trapping him between your thighs; you, as you ghost your lips down his throat and allow him to undo the zip on the back of your dress; you, as you stand and let it fall to the floor, leaving him in heaven and the presence of a goddess.

he can’t even fathom how complete he feels when he’s inside you, your arms around his shoulders, tugging at his hair and scratching into his back. he doesn’t understand how there can possibly exist a sound as beautiful as you when you cum, whining and shivering and clinging even tighter to him. he loves the way you say his name, soft, breathless whispers of daichi, daichi, fuuuck, loves the way your lips part when you do, soft and pink as he brings them back to his own.

— 07:43 JST.

was it all a dream? it must have been; there’s no one else in his bed. but there are cumstains on the sheets which prove otherwise. he’s almost afraid to text you.

— 16:31 JST.

☾𓆙𓂻

he arrives to pick you up a couple minutes early, sending you a simple I’m here text and leaning against the hood of his car as he stands outside and waits for you. when you step out the door, his breath catches. the smile you meet him with is mesmerizing.

☾𓆙𓂻

“so… what now?” you ask him over half-finished bowls of udon. after nearly an hour of avoiding it, it’s probably best to address what the two of you came here for in the first place.

daichi sighs, trying to balance rationality with the fact that he’s definitely in love with you. he realizes he still hasn’t asked you what your feelings are, and although he’s almost scared to know, he counters with a question of his own. “what do you want to do?”

“i dunno, what do you think—“

“no,” he says. “forget about what we should do, for now. i wanna know what you want first.”

his eyes don’t leave you as you avert your own, staring down into your soba and thinking. your cheeks flush and he swears he can feel his pulse speed up. when you look back up at him, your expression is soft and almost sad.

“i kinda want this,” you say, and suddenly everything stops except you. “i do want this.”

“okay…” he nods, urging you on vaguely aware of where this is going.

“but. new york. columbia. i already accepted their offer. and, i don’t know…”

“hm?” his tone is gentle.

“i don’t… i don’t think i could do long distance.” you pause to try and collect your thoughts; he waits for you to continue. “i don’t think that would be a good idea. because i don’t even know how often i’m gonna get to come back home. and, um, i don’t know—i mean, like, if we were actually together—i don’t think i’d be able to just not see you, you know?”

you’re right, he knows you’re right. he tells you this.

“but i do really want this,” you say quietly.

“me too.”

“so what do i do?”

“tell me your plans after college again.”

you shrug. “get my master’s, i guess? get a job in sendai or something?”

“okay,” he says. “okay. i’ll wait.”

“what?”

“i’ll wait,” he repeats simply. “i mean, if you’re okay with it, too.”

“what do you mean, you’ll wait?”

“we can, like, just keep things the way they've always been until we can make it work? until we’re both done undergrad, at least.” he stops, realizing he might be going too far too fast. “sorry.” and then quieter, almost shyly, he asks, “i— uh, sorry, i— how much do you want this?”

you shake your head at him, and there’s a tiny smile playing on your lips. “i’ll wait.”

— PRE-DEPARTURE: 20TH AUGUST, 2021. 18:32 JST.

somehow he’s managed to convince your parents to let him drive you to the airport separately tomorrow morning. they probably assume there’s something going on between the two of you already; you hadn’t hung out nearly this much since elementary school, when they’d still been the ones arranging your play dates. no one really minds, though; your families were always close and anyway, it really is just a matter of time.

he’s just finished dinner with your family when he nudges his knee against yours under the table. “spend the night at mine?” he says quietly, although he knows your parents will still hear. it’s fine; they love him. he watches you look to them in question, half surprised when your mother nods and allows you to go.

☾𓆙𓂻

on the walk back to his—just a few streets down, actually, he catches you thinking out loud. “is this a good idea?”

“is what?”

“you know... to, like, stay over. at yours.”

he laughs. “we won’t do anything, promise. friends for now, remember?”

“okay.”

— 23:32 JST.

you’ve fallen asleep next to him, in his bed, midway through the second movie of the night. he notices almost immediately, shuts his laptop and turns out the light. he pulls you into his chest, arms firmly around you. just this night. just for one night, he doesn’t have to let go.

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flowerwept · 2 years

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ok on a serious note the elpis section in endwalker rules obviously but i feel like a lot of its weight would be mitigated if like. fandaniel were still alive at the point you go back in time, thereby automatically making us think “oh maybe we can fix him and he wont die if we cant stop the final days in general” and also if elidibus and the game in general didnt tell you so much “you cant save him, i’m sorry, i know it sucks, but you can’t save him or the ancients”

like we fight amon again but he’s already dead it’s just his soul drifting thru the aetherial sea. he’s still gone forever and what little comfort you’re able to give him he disregards anyways and tells you thath it doesnt matter anymore etc.

i jst think it makes the impact of seeing hermes who was so kind and gentle and all that hit way harder. to know you 1) can’t even talk about it to fandaniel really because he’s dead and 2) will never see hermes again in any capacity

#that post thats like #even though it ended sadly it matters that the love was still there #or whatever. that one.#<3 <3 <3 #ooc.

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randomimaginesforrandompeople · 3 years

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Height | Riven imagines

Request: Hey there 🥰I wanted to ask for a reader X Riven imagine, where she's about his height an she's insecure about it. Because she has a crush on him, but who would want such a tall girlfriend? 😳I really do enjoy reading all your X Riven fics 🥰

A/N: I do not own the gif, All mistakes are either due to the fact that English is not my main language or that it hasn’t been beta-read. I hope you enjoy!

You had one big insecurity: your height. You were tall especially for a girl and it made you feel awkward. Guys usually wouldn’t want a girlfriend that was as tall if not taller than them. It made you self conscious whenever people looked at you, and you got teased sometimes. Not very badly, but still, it didn’t help with your insecurity.

The worst thing that could happen, happened. You got a crush on someone, who was the same height as you. Riven, a second year specialist. You were really into him, which sucked, because you already knew how he would react if he found out. ‘’Oh sorry, I-I’m not really interested’’ It had happened before and you knew it would happen again. He would be scared off by the fact you were the same height.

You tried to avoid him, but it was difficult when you were in the same training group as he was. You often had to spar with him and it made you even more self-conscious. You were the type of person to not really show your insecurities, you were really bubbly and friendly, and people usually didn’t suspect you being insecure or sad.

There was a first year party on campus, given by the school to welcome everyone, however second and even third years always came to crash the party because who didn’t love a good party? You were standing alone, your friends already dancing but you didn’t feel like it at the moment. You were looking at Riven, whishing he would notice you and wouldn’t be freaked out but it was jst whishful thinking. You looked around you at all the people partying, your friends waved you over but you waved back that you would join them later, you just needed a minute.

‘‘You look like you could use a drink’‘ Suddenly Riven appeared to your side, you must’ve looked confused because he chuckled ‘‘Relax, if you don’t want alcohol I won’t force you’‘ You smiled ‘‘You know what, I really could use it though’‘ He grinned and added some liqour to your cup. You took a sip, you had alcohol before and Riven offering you some was exactly what you needed. ‘‘Thanks’‘ He took a sip of his drink ‘‘No problem love’‘ He winked while you blushed a little, you knew he was just like that and he didn’t mean anything by it but you couldn’t help but get a little excited by it. ‘‘Wanna get out of here?’‘ You were suprised ‘‘With me?’‘ you blurted out and Riven laughed a little ‘‘Yes, you. Wanna bail?’‘ You nodded, unable to actually speak at this point and you followed him as the two of you left the party.

You were shivering, you didn’t think you would be outside at all tonight, so you were only wearing your short-sleeved dress. ‘’Do you mind if I smoke?’’ He looked at you and you shook your head, you didn’t really care some of your friends smoked. He saw you shiver ‘’Are you cold?’’ He stopped walking, making you stop as well. ‘’Just a little, it’s nothing’’ He took his jacket off and gave it to you ‘’Don’t have to pretend with me sweetheart’’ You put the jacket on and smiled ‘’Thanks’’ You hadn’t expected him to be like this, he was usually acting a lot tougher. Making fun of people, being a little bit of a dick. You didn’t think he would be this thoughtful.

You had no idea where you were going, you were way past the training grounds. You had never been there so you just followed Riven. As if he knew what you were thinking he said ‘’’We’re almost there, I promise it’ll be worth it’’ the two of you continued and you looked over at some big rocks looking over some water, you had no idea that this was just behind the training grounds. ‘’Come’’ He held out his hand and you took it, as the two of you climbed one of the rocks to sit down on. ‘’This place is amazing’’ you looked around you in awe, he smiled he liked that you were so impressed ‘’Found the place when I needed a place to smoke outside of school grounds’’ You were still surprised by the fact that he took you there, suddenly the fear that he was planning some big prank overtook you.

‘‘Why did you take me here?’‘ Riven shrugged ‘‘I think you’re cool, so I wanted to hang out with you’‘ He smiled a little sheepishly, ‘‘Wait are you nervous?’‘ You didn’t realize in time that you said that out loud and your eyes widened, he must think you’re crazy. Riven started laughing ‘‘You really speak your mind don’t you?’‘ He looked at you amused and you blushed ‘‘Yeah not my best quality’‘ He grinned ‘‘I think it’s one of your many good qualities’‘ ‘‘What about my height?’‘ you asked quietly.

‘‘What about it?’‘ He looked at you a little confused and you started explaining. For some reason it felt safe to tell him all of your insecurities, you didn’t know why but it felt safe and comfortable with him, so you rambled. ‘‘Y/n’‘ you stopped rambling as you looked at him ‘‘You being tall just means there is more of you to like’‘ he cupped your cheek ‘‘And I definitely like all of it’‘ and before you could react he kissed you. You were so happy that you had finally found someone who liked you, all of you.

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ramthews-moved · 3 years

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THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE TAG @chokit-pyrus <33333

sorry for the wordy post. i like tag games they’re fun thank you so mch <3333 i love talking <333 this made me feel like it was 2016 again tohugh KASLFDGMLMKALMDKSLMDDSMKDSL

i’ll preface this with rn the only fiction thing with ships that’s been plaguing my brain currently has been ocs

my thoughts.... under the cut <3

also i’m not gonna tag anyone cause i’m shy but cooters... my mutuals.... you know the drill.... <333333

coffee shop or flower shop: i’ll be honest. i don’t care about either i’m so sorrmLKASFMDKLMKLAMDSKMLKSDMKLDS BUT i look up flower stuff for my florist character who’s also a murderer so any romance regarding that scene and fiction falls flat on me /j but they are cute

alternate universe or fix it: OKAY SOO I’M A SCKER FOR AU’S. SO SO SOS MUCH ESPECIALLY *ESPECIALLY* FANTASY AU’S BUT i was thinking about hypmic. all my hypmic fanfictions that live in my head are fix-it aus because i could make it so mch better. i could fix it

enemies to lovers or childhood friends: these are literally my favorite tropes. my favorite sihpping dynamics. it is because of xavier as a whole i leaned a little more towards enemies to lovers

angst or fluff: fluff. don’t laugh i can’t read sad stuff unless i KNOW there’s a happy ending or it makes me too sad

Love at first sight or pining: oghhhhhh

Modern au or historical au: okay so i ASSUMED historical meant like medieval times???? which i adore

soulmates or unrequited: it makes me too sad. it has so much potential and it can be so So good. but i’m emotional

fake dating or secret dating: i like secret dating too actually but i’m more patrial to fake dating. ask me why (it’s xavier)

Breakup and makeup or proposals and weddings: i’m sorry i love the idea of wedding and proposals it’s not my fault

Get together or established relationships: i’m impatient but confession scenes and pinig are. hoo. HOO. so so so good i love slow burns. i’m jst also too impatient for my own good

hurt/comfort or joke:

meet the parents/meet cte: i HEARD THE PHRASE MEET CUTE *TODAY* BT I DON’T. know what it means teehee

#tag games #long post #mine #chokit-pyrus #mutuals #if you're thinking she doesn't meann me... i do. i do mean you. come here

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addercharmer · 3 years

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Izumi is told it takes her three days to stop dissociating, Nezu sitting in her closet when she finally comes to isn't much of a surprise.

"Sorry dad." Her voice cracks as she speaks.

"No, I should have warned you about the trip." He tells her softy, she can hear the remorse all but leaking from his tone.

Izumi throws caution into the wind and grabs the stoat and brings him into her lap, she holds him tightly as she finishes pulling herself from the last of the dark thoughts.

"Up pup, you need a shower and some food." Nezu urges her.

Izumi let's him go and starts to shift around carefully, her body is stiff and she knows very well that moving too fast will make it ache worse.

Her shower is long, it leaves the bathroom full of steam that billows out when she opens the door.

With her hair wrapped up in a towel and wearing a new set of loungewear, Izumi slowly makes her way into the kitchen, where she finds Nezu cooking. When he had purchased the bungalow he had installed a secondary counter where he could comfortablely stand and cook.

"What did I miss?" Izumi asks as she sits at the table and starts to sip at the tea waiting for her.

"Not much, we did first aid training on the trip, and some more quirkless combat." Nezu informs her with a quick smile over his shoulder.

"The sports festival is in two weeks, we really need to up the training in both quirkless and quirked fighting." He speaks his thoughts. "I don't really want to do quirked training without you, as a licensed quirk counselor it is only appropriate."

Izumi pauses mid sip, her brain is whirring. It may not be moving at its normal speed but it was still enough to make her still momentarily as she flits from plan to plan.

"I think some one-on-one time is needed with most of the class, but honestly I don't know if I should focus on the ones who are still pro's in the future or the ones who aren't." Izumi admits.

"I think that it should all be equal, if you can strengthen them all then there is a high probability that they will all be pro's." Nezu shares his thoughts.

"Un." Izumi grunts before standing to retrieve the plates and bring them to the table.

"Maybe we could offer scheduled appointments to all students for quirk counseling...maybe after the festival, that way the first and second years can still try to change courses next year." She murmurs between bites of food.

Nezu's fork pauses between the plate and his muzzle. "Turn your tutoring into office hours for quirk counseling, should have thought of that. The school counselor never got a full license for quirks." He mumbles still frozen like a statue.

"Dad, eat." Izumi says to bring him back from his own thoughts running away from him.

Nezu unfreezes and continues with breakfast. They eat quietly and Izumi is thankful that it's a Sunday and there are no classes.

She cleans up after they finish eating, it's a simple thing that allows her mind to go high speed but not have to think about what she's doing.

"Dad, can you braid my hair for me?" Izumi suddenly asks, she doesn't know where the sudden desire came from, but she gives into it.

"Grab the brush and come to the living room." The stoat answers.

Izumi does just that, leaving the towel her hair was wrapped in in the bathroom. She flops ungratefully in front of the couch and holds the brush over her shoulder.

They are quiet as Nezu brushes her hair out, Izumi relaxes and let's her mind drift a little.

A soft pat to her shoulder let's her know that Nezu is done, the braid is longer than Izumi had expected it to be, the end settling just above the curve of her back when she stands to replace the brush and retrieve her phone and laptop.

Sitting next to Nezu on the couch this time she unlocks her phone and is startled by the number of notifications she has, they are all messages from the four friends she had made.

Kayama is a flurry of words all saying the same thing, hoping she is well and asking her to text back.

Aizawa sent a total of three, one an apology for avoiding her, one asking after how she's doing, and the last suggesting that they go to the cafe when she feels better.

Shirakumo's texts are much like Kayama's, all asking how she is and demanding she reply.

Yamada's are all a mixture of emojis and words, some of them are pretty confusing but Izumi figures that they are supposed to be well wishes.

Shaking her head at the four of them, Izumi decides to just create a group chat.

Mouse?Bear?Human? Has created group chat: had added 'sleepdeprivedcat', 'LoudAssCloud', and two others.

Mouse?Bear?Human?: Hi! I am okay, thank you for worrying.

IBreakGlass: Izumi-chan. \( ͡╯ ͜ʖ ͡╰)/

FemFatale: Shes alive!

Mouse?Bear?Human?: I'm much better now, thank you.

LoudAssCloud: thnk kami

: NW jst happy ur ok

sleepdeprivedcat: culd u all stfu its 2 early 4 this.

IBreakGlass: nope Izumi finally replied.

LoudAssCloud: no way

Mouse?Bear?Human?: Sorry Aizawa-kun, I didn't think that 8 was early.

FemFatale: look what you did shō the poor species confused fem feels bad.

sleepdeprivedcat: stfu nem

: meet @ the cafe @ 12

sleepdeprivedcat is offline.

Izumi shook her head as she logged out of the group chat as well and locked her phone after setting an alarm for her to leave.

She was excited to see Morpheus again, it felt like it had been far too long.

Izumi then pulls her laptop over and loses herself to finding enough dirt on Endeavour to get his children and wife away from him, he makes it fairly easy because he keeps all of his documents on a cloud account.

She's got half of the account downloaded when her phone alarm rings, it jerks her out of the emotionless state she had to force herself into when reading the 'diary' Endeavor had of Touya's 'training'.

"Dad." Izumi calls out as she shifts her laptop onto the coffee table.

"Yes?" She jumps a little when she hears him reply from right beside her.

"I'm gonna go to the cat cafe with the others, but Endeavour's cloud documents are half downloaded, can you watch them for me?" She asks and she turns.

"Mmmm, sure." The stoat answers her, Izumi is curious at why he sounds so distracted.

With a shift and a turn of her head she catches real estate listings, Izumi grins to herself as she stands and goes to get ready.

#rewound #takami keigo #female midoriya izuku #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #kayama nemuri #shirakumo oboro #dad nedzu #time travel #chapter13

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reversecreek · 3 years

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clicks onto the dash wearing kitten heels n coyly holding my bang....... hi. me again. it took me so long to select a gif to use on cricket’s intro n i settled on this one bc he looks so unsure abt his smile n it’s rly his essence <3 u can find his pinterest board here n his (work in progress) spotify playlist here. hmu to plot!!!

* alex wolff, cis male + he/him | you know cricket donahue, right? they’re twenty-two, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, all of their life, on and off? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to should have known better by sufjan stevens like, a million times this year, which slipping on wet leaves to photograph a tree struck alight by lightning, delivering a tedtalk to your own reflection to hype yourself up to buy groceries, hiding your hands inside of your sleeves in case you grew an impromptu megan fox thumb overnight thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is october 1st, so they’re a libra, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( nai, 24, gmt, she/her )

HISTORY:

cricket ws born to a couple tht lived in lilac ridge. their trailer was tucked closest to the woods n always fell under the shade. it was like the leaves wanted to pretend they were a perpetual hanging cloud on the family n that was kind of fitting. their only reason fr having him in the first place was a kind of shrugged like........... we’re under the income bracket we’d get child benefits so why not! may as well try it to rake in some extra cash! needless to say they didn’t rly think it thru or anticipate all of the responsibilities tht came w children n wound up seeing him as an extremely large burden n boy didn’t he know it!

(child neglect & abuse tw) i’ll try to keep this part vague n brief but things were Not Good for cricket growing up. people in lilac ridge didn’t like his parents n it was for a gd reason. he remembers foggy things. being little n wandering around combing the grass with a stick to search for wrappers to suck on bc he was hungry. feeling uneasy when the front door opened. finding out his name was cricket bc the insects used to crawl into their trailer thru the vents n his parents liked to squish them into the carpet -- his mum told him as much once. i think this says a lot. to excessively trim the fat of the story he wound up entering the system at around 8 after his latest and most serious hospital visit. his parents hd to deal w the authorities n last he heard they bounced to evade charges.

(anxiety & violence & trauma tw) cricket sustained a few lifelong injuries from his time in lilac ridge. his knee didn’t heal right which meant he had (n still has to this day) a limp n he’s partially deaf in one ear. he’s always been an incredibly insecure n anxious person so this mde him rly self conscious going into a strange n new environment tht wld b difficult fr any kid to adjust to, nvm w these added worries. he jst felt like something weird to ogle at honestly. he probably wld have felt like that no matter where he was or what he looked like. he cld be in a huge hall of 200 people all wearing the same uniform n he’d still feel like the odd one out. needless to say this didn’t rly help him make friends

cricket’s coping mechanisms were romanticising the things tht other people found ugly or embarrassing or painfully ordinary. he liked it when the rain hit clunky drops against school windows n forbid everyone from playing outside bc he could feel the vibrations through the rubber soles of his shoes n it was a little bit like hearing all of the world at once fr just a moment. he liked medieval fantasy lore about stout gnomes w crumbs in their beards n cheeks red from ale. he liked fallen nests with the remnants of hatched eggs still dirty from the branches n soil they’d hit on the way down. he liked the way the sunlight leaked thru the leaves of the trees in the woods and how, when he sat very still, he could tune into the ringing that was always in his ear n pretend it was coming from the same place, that light thru the leaves, that the angels were trying to talk to him.

he spent a lot of time in the red room at his high skl (i’m begging u this is not a 50 shades reference) (after googling i jst realised it’s called a darkroom bt i’m leaving this fr the sake of sexy bimbo authenticity) n felt quite at home in there. he borrowed a camera whenever he cld (maybe he did yearbook) n photography became his way of immortalising the world as the romanticised version he wanted it to be. his memories were bad bt his photos were beautiful. maybe if he took enough they’d paste over n bleed into each other. maybe bad cld be replaced w beautiful if he tried his very best.

he got placed into fostering w a family once bt apparently didn’t meet the vibe check of their tastes so he wound up returning to the group home he’d initially been placed in. overall this is where he grew up n he aged out the system rather than getting adopted. there was a sense of floundering/isolation/not feeling gd enough in tht bt cricket made do the best he knew how.

that said there were some gd points! (shocking i kno bc his life hs been so fking bleak so far bt please it’s ok........) (is it?) (🤔). basically he interned as an assistant at this local photography studio during high skl working under this kind of whimsical yet endearing old man. suspected wizard possibly in cricket’s eyes, as an avid fantasy genre reader. for one of his bdays said old man / his boss bought him his very own film camera n cricket cried bc he’d never been bought a bday gift. this ws rly embarrassing bc this old man didn’t know how to emote n neither did cricket so he ws jst sort of sat wiping his eyes n sniffling saying he wasn’t crying as the old man pretended to suddenly clean his lenses. when cricket graduated he offered him a full time position there. they do like. wedding photographs n family portraits n all kinds of things...... pay isn’t huge bt it’s something n he Loves taking photos so it’s sexy <3

PERSONALITY:

SUCH an anxious person it’s actually unreal. overthinks absolutely everything he’s ever said. one morning he might hv put green socks on n for the rest of the day he’s nervously looking around like omggggggg they’re all looking at my socks probably thinking im a little green sock boy thinking i’m a fool n a jester this is all everyone’s probably thinking about i hv to hide my green socks..... even tho literally no-one cares

once saw a girl eating a chicken wing n in his head was like ok she likes chicken good future gift idea..... n turned up at her house with an entire rotisserie chicken

probably thinks WAY too hard abt what to write in bday cards n googles like generic ideas that he can use.... u open a card from cricket n it always says smthn weird like “Warmest wishes and love on your birthday and always!” or “You deserve everything happy. Wishing you that all year long!” tht he got off google

nervously fiddles w things a lot. literally anything. his hair. the cuffs of his sleeves. a thread on his bag. u name it

struggles w eye contact sometimes............ it’s like. he wants to talk to ppl n make friends bt he’s honestly so bad at it. he’s fumbling thru life like a nervous headless chicken

ALWAYS has his camera on him. like always. will tke a photo of u bc he thinks u look nice then be like im so sorry im so sorry...... bowing his head shakily holding his camera bc he doesn’t even kno what possessed him he jst thought it’d be a nice photograph bt boundaries exist. probably breathes very heavily over this later in his room panicking thinking he nw seems like hannibal lecter

probably more confident online bc he has time to think abt what he says more.......... i can see him hving a group of online friends tht he’s more confident w. honestly he’s pretty witty at heart he jst has a hard time verbalising things so ppl overlook him sometimes bt once u get to know him more / he’s more comfy he can b a funny little man.....

loves photographs where he cuts something out of them. loves missing spaces n voids. thinks it’s a rly interesting concept when something that isn’t there becomes the focus of a photograph where everything else is. probably loses his mind fr a collage like a front row 1d stan. likes experimenting w light n perception. pretty artistic honestly hs probably made a stop motion film in the past bc that’s just an extended form of photography in his mind bt i doubt he showed anyone

ummm...... very sweet bt like. he reminds me a lot of this quote. “he had the awkward tenderness of someone who has never been loved and is forced to improvise.” feel like tht sums him up quite nicely

WANTED CONNECTIONS

someone he met at a wedding: cricket probably ws forced to photograph a wedding fr his boss one time n it cld b interesting as a place to meet from that....... like. i can imagine either it being rly awkward maybe he accidentally spilled a drink on ur muse n was stuttering rly apologetic n it ws just a train wreck. or mayb they took pity on him or even (in a shocking turn of events) a shine to him n invited him to drink n dance. omgggg the thought of cricket trying to dance makes me wna die n probably mkes cricket wna hyperventilate bt idk maybe he went wild n let loose. mayb they wound up damaging the camera somehow. mayb they had to scramble to get another one n ur muse covered the cost n it was a strange late night excursion tht cricket thought about a lot since. cricket probably vowed to pay them bk somehow no matter what. idk. we can work things out. lots of diff options here. doesn’t have to b a wedding either can b any event tht required a photographer

ppl he went to school w: pretty self explanatory i suppose...... maybe they were frm completely different worlds..... mayb ur muse was popular n cricket was definitely not but they got paired fr an assignment n had to work on a project together....... mayb cricket asked ur muse on a date one time n it was completely embarrassing bc he didn’t realise they had a bf n it haunts cricket at night still bc he’s rly dramatic.... mayb ur muse felt sry fr him n ate lunch w him n inducted him into their group like a lost puppy finding a home.... world’s our oyster

neighbours from his brief time at lilac ridge: not to reference taylor swift but i’m gna reference taylor swift n say we cld do a seven inspired plot here. sighs a little..... then sighs a lot. he was here ages 0-8 so idk. we cld work out childhood plots perhaps....

sickening simp: i mean.............. cricket probably gets crushes on ppl so easily like just. anyone who’s the slightest bit nice to him.................. he’s a disgrace. ok i take it back. bt also please get it together freak............... i didn’t say that. he’d probably b extra nice to this person n try n pay close attention to things they liked so he cld get them little gifts. just a bit embarrassing n lovestruck bless his heart. wldn’t expect anything back tho honestly that just isn’t something he tends to do.

let’s go gays: cricket’s bi but he probably was rly in his head abt liking boys n tried to sort of squash it internally during his younger yrs...... i think he’s more comfy w it now MAYBE idk bt back then i picture him having a friend tht ws kind of like. similarly loserish as him perhaps (no offence to ur muse potentially filling this plot or cricket bt let’s face the facts) n they’d hang out n play games a lot n one time it jst kind of happened n he was like............. *struts in looking around sharply* What going on here? except not. bc it’s cricket. more like *shambles in looking around anxiously* What’s, uh... What’s... the happenings? S--... I’m sorry. (immediate apology for saying what’s the happenings bc nobody talks like that n it was an impulsive panic bc he didn’t know what else to say)

those who grew up in the system w him: maybe at the group home or i’d also like the family that fostered him n said sayonara. honestly i imagine the parents just thought he ws a bit too much of a handful / had too much baggage which is rly quite merciless n terrible but. if u think that aligns w ur muses home situation hmu......

um. can’t think of more bt just anything honestly. jst go wild.......

#irvingintro #abuse tw #neglect tw #trauma tw #anxiety tw #violence tw #DOES A LITTLE JIG #admittedly i didnt include a formative moments section like my other intros bc idk what kind of superpowers i was inhaling the fumes of #for those intros but #i'm a mere mortal now.

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