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lunarmoves · 2 months

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in the aftermath of the pizzaplex's fire and your acquisition of a new roommate, you had yet to grow accustomed to a little... quirk of theirs that you hadn't expected to arise: their need to be in the same room as you all the time.

which wouldn't be a problem in itself if it wasn't literally every. single. room. in your apartment.

"sun!" you snapped as you heard the telltale sound of your bathroom door creaking open over the pattering stream of your shower. you were pretty sure you'd locked it. "come on, again?! what did i say about privacy?"

you could see his silhouette emerge through your curtain, tall and slender. a huff escaped your lips as you peeked around its edge to see him standing in the fluorescent lighting of your bathroom. his hands were clasped together in front of his chest and his eyes immediately latched onto your face with a little twitch.

there was a small pause as you frowned at him. then he spoke with a mild inflection to his voice. "you were taking too long."

"sun," you said, exasperation thickly lining your words, "i was in here for barely five minutes."

his rays spun slightly to the left, eyes creasing as he squinted at you. "that's five minutes too long!"

you had to resist the urge to drag a hand down your face. sun only watched you, something ephemeral passing over his faceplate that you couldn't quite catch. you sighed and ducked back behind the curtain. "fine! stay there while i finish, please."

you knew from past experience that he wouldn't leave no matter how much you threatened him, so—utterly resigned as you were—you let him hang around as you sped through the rest of your shower. his shadow swayed side to side idly, gaze no doubtfully still latched onto the little gap where your curtain stretched desperately to reach the wall. you kept an eye on it just in case.

with a squeak of the faucet, you turned off the shower and squeezed out some of the water from your hair. then you reached out to grab your towel hanging from a hook just beyond the curtain, pulling it quickly towards you so you could pat yourself dry and wrap it around your body.

and with reluctance lining your fingers, you dragged the curtain to the side and blinked up at sun standing closer than before—hands twisting themselves together.

he grinned down at you, head bowed forwards. a white pupil stared down at you against a backdrop of indecipherable grey. "done?"

"yes," you huffed and reached out a damp hand to push against his chassis. he moved to the side with your ministrations as you stepped out of the bath and made to grab the clothes you'd set on the sink's counter. before you could, though, sun reached out a large hand and swept the bundle into his grasp.

you gave him the stink eye, but he only spun his rays eagerly at you. "allow me, friend!"

"fine, fine." you rolled your eyes and exited the bathroom, not bothering with the lights since sun would flick them off as he followed. you beelined straight for your room, your lithe sun-shaped shadow sticking closely behind you.

"just dump those in the hamper." you waved towards said hamper as you walked over to your dresser to start pulling out your pajamas.

"can do!" sun saluted and made his way over to it to toss your clothes inside. the bells attached to his wrists gave a little jingle as he did so.

you picked out a large shirt and tossed a glance at sun over your shoulder, where he stood in the middle of your room and watched you with those blank eyes of his. "remember what i told you, bud? give me literally two minutes to change."

sun swayed on his feet a little, a sort of unwillingness sticking to his wired frame. "but—"

"sun," you said in a way that left no room for argument. you pinned him with a serious look and pointed to the ajar door. "out."

like something straight out of a kid's cartoon, sun slumped forward, arms hanging loosely in front of him like a puppet cut from its strings. you had to suppress an eye roll at his theatrics. "heartbreak be my downfall in the end! oh woe is me!" you followed after him with a snort as he sighed loudly and turned slowly around to trudge out your room. "does love not sway your actions against me—"

"yeah, yeah," you interrupted him once he'd passed over the threshold of your bedroom and turned around to give you as much of a puppy-eyed look as he could for a seven foot robot. "two minutes, man."

before he could distract you again with some dramatic tirade, you shut the door in his face and locked it. for certain, this time. you eyed the knob, then trudged deeper into your room to go through your nightly routine. a glance at your door showed a shadow lingering just outside of it and you huffed quietly.

hair was dried, lotion was applied to your skin. you tugged your undergarments and pants over your legs before grabbing onto your shirt. and just as you were about to tug it on, you heard a faint click.

your gaze immediately snapped over to your bedroom door, and you had just enough time to throw your shirt on before a familiar face poked through the gap. rays spun impishly at you as you placed your hands on your hips and glared at the perpetrator. "dude, seriously?"

"two minutes were up!" sun replied defensively and stepped further into your bedroom. his grin was stretched wide over his face, gaze firmly cemented onto your own.

you pinched at the bridge of your nose. "sun. you really need to give me more privacy. i have boundaries and you need to respect them, okay? both of you." lord knew moon wasn't any better.

sun cocked his head at you, the quiet of your room disrupted only by a quiet whirr that came from his chassis. and there it was again—that look that glossed over his face too quickly for you to decipher properly. you shifted uncomfortably, damp hair sticking to the back of your neck.

"privacy," he mused quietly to himself. then, after the drop of a beat "we do not understand it."

"we have had this conversation before, i'm sure." you sighed with all the exhaustion of someone who had too much to deal with too soon.

"yes," he agreed easily, approaching your form closer until he stood mere feet away. a chill settled around you, accentuated by the way sun watched you attentively. "we still do not understand."

you opened your mouth to go through your usual spiel, but before you could, sun bent forward so that his face was level with your own. your jaw clicked shut as you were forced to stare into pinprick pupils threatening to drag you under.

"we do not understand," sun whispered, and the change was so stark that your heart stuttered in your chest. "we have given you all that we are and more," he mulled in a clipped manner, inscrutable. "bared ourselves to you. bent backwards at your every call and whim." his gaze pierced through you in an unyielding strike.

you pursed your lips together, something cold settling itself in your chest. "i didn't—"

but he cut across you before you could finish, his eyes widening in an intense stare that you had a difficult time uncovering where this was all coming from. his smile grew taut like a string about to snap.

"it is only fair you return the favor, friend."

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rexscanonwife · 3 months

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I don't know if anyone else has done something like this but I've wanted to do it for a little while now, it's sort of a play on the art vs artist trend but it's a self insert vs self version! ^ 0 ^

Feel free to do one of your own and tag me if you feel like it, but I really just wanted to do it for fun! 💖🫶💖

#jane journals #self insert #self ship #self insert community #self ship community #i wanted to see how accurately to myself i draw them!!#and theres nothing wrong with drawing them not EXACTLY like urself!! some of these are lowkey just ocs 😂😂#brea ended up being her own kind of beast #and ofc for trolls i dont have any of those colors #i wanted my bg3 s/i to look as close to me as possible tho!!#idk just for funsies :3 #anyway haiiii love u guys 🫶

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hatsunemitskislobotomy · 3 months

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“…𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙙𝙖𝙮..

𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙙𝙖𝙮, 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮…”

╴╴⊹ꮺ˚ ╴╴╴╴╴⊹˚ ╴╴╴╴˚ೃ ╴╴

well that was one way to be broken up with.

she couldn’t even be mad at the guy. he had been very sweet and patient but she had spiraled and started missing texts that turned to missing calls— which turned to missing dates. wasn’t the first time either, she just was that much of an exhausting person to keep up with.

in the sense that she was always behind.

she let out a sigh as she rid herself of his footprints, deleting his texts, deleting any photos, unadding him on socials— the whole nine yards.

but when it came to that dreaded voicemail.

her finger hovered over the red trash can button, taunting her.

and then she pocketed her phone, she supposed it would serve as a reminder.

that it was always her fault.

she rubbed at her face before emerging from her room.

“ah, you’re awake.” her raven haired roommate looked up from his book

“and to think we thought you were just about to sleep through your date.” her snowy haired roommate chimed in from his position laying across the raven’s lap

“ah, about that… i just got broken up with.”

“…”

it was quiet between the three of them, then again when was it not? she never made much efforts to communicate with them past their typical chores and roles in the housework.

the two in a friendlier than most relationship were seeking a third person to help take up the lease and that’s exactly what she did, nothing more nothing less.

and when it got awkward…

“yeah…” she murmured looking at her hands

“do you… want to talk about it?” it was a cheap attempt, she appreciated it nonetheless

“i’d rather not, i think my first proper conversation with you two shouldn’t be me bitching about my ex.”

satoru’s airy laugh sounded as he got up from his lover’s (?) lap.

“please, we wouldn’t be opposed.”

“speak for yourself satoru, only you are a fiend for other people’s affairs.” suguru tsked, closing his book slightly

“but please, if you need someone to talk to— we’re both willing.”

“i thought i was the fiend suguru—”

“you are, i’m offering as a concerned roommate.”

“i’m fine.” her words a lot harsher than she intended

and then came the unconvinced, concerned glances.

“sorry.”

and then she retreated back to her room.

if she kept this up she’d find herself out on the streets.

she let out a sigh, it was what she deserved right? no boyfriend, no roommates, no friends, nothing.

on her birthday no less.

she let out a sigh, she might as well distract from this pitiful day.

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nothing beat rearranging your room instead of confronting your feelings.

she shook her head, she didn’t have a right to feel anything more than empty. the only thing that she felt was the need to rearrange her room and rearranged it was.

she needed a new change of scenery, after all she was another year older.

and yet still none the wiser.

the brutality of reality seemed to sting more as one got older.

she sighed, at least she can mope in a clean room.

a knock pulled her from her thoughts.

“it’s open.”

and then there stood her two roommates.

“i don’t think we’ve ever seen your room—ack! ow…”

“seriously satoru?”

“what? it’s true…”

she stared at the two bickering before the raven sat his eyes on her.

“y/n… we wanted to see if you were free later—“

“please, she’s always free—“

a smack, then a whine.

“we’ve realized that you haven’t been properly introduced to the area… we’d love to do you the honors.” he offered a half hearted smile

she supposed it was true, aside from her dates once in a while— she never really was familiar with the area.

“i suppose i can accept.”

“i told you suguru now we have to drag her ou— wait what?”

she chuckled, for the first time in a long time, a genuine chuckle tumbled out from her lips.

the two men were in awe.

“i’ll join your endeavors to wherever, i… i could use the fresh air.” she swallowed

the bright blue eyed man seemed ecstatic as he left her room pumped, the more subdued raven gave her a soft smile before leaving her to get ready in peace.

“thank you for humoring us.”

she should be thanking them, but she wouldn’t say that part out loud… at least not yet.

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she couldn’t help but feel a bit awkward as she was wedged between the two men who insisted.

something about her being too small and easily losable in the crowd.

apparently these parts were known for having winter night markets where the cold winter streets would warm to life with street food and vendors.

she hardly had a chance to process the sights and the atmosphere as they dragged her from stall to stall, sampling food, eying trinkets, playing games.

she’d be a liar if she said she wasn’t having fun.

“wait guys— i’m gonna get some of the dango from earlier.” satoru was bouncing away before the two could even respond

“well his dentist certainly has their work cut out for them.”

suguru had to process her snark words a little before letting out a chuckle.

“believe it or not, satoru has the most elaborate brushing routine that I’ve ever seen. he’d rather die than develop any sensitivity to sweets.” he hummed

“i see.” she hummed, starting to rub her hands a bit

“getting cold?”

“a little, it’s fine— i’ll probably invest in gloves one of these days…” she sighed a little

“here, let me.”

he gently took her hands in his, letting her much smaller hands rest nice and warm in his own.

“your hands always this warm?”

“i’d have to say quite the opposite for you, and here i thought satoru’s was bad.” he chuckled lightly

“speaking of— if it’s within my boundaries… what are you two?” the words just tumbled out of her mouth

they weren’t married, and they seemed very comfortable in each other platonically as well.

it was obvious that they loved each other, but she couldn’t help but wonder in what way?

he tilted his head slightly.

“perhaps soulmates, life partners. he’s practically my everything.” he smiled

“oi! quit being so cryptic!” suddenly satoru was back with his dango in one hand and the other around the raven

“he’s my person— not much else to it.”

“that wasn’t any better than mine in the slightest.”

“yeah but you go into the poetics of it too much, just call it as it is.”

and she was left with more questions than she had answered, but in a way she sort of got what they meant.

they were each other’s person.

“i’m glad you two have each other.” she gave them a smile

“ah shit— she just got broken up with… are we being too much?”

“satoru!”

and there it was again, that airy laugh that made the boys still. they were still in awe that she had it in her, not when she constantly looked miserable in their eyes.

“guys, guys it’s fine— you don’t have to change anything for my sake.” she sighed, a small smile still playing at her lips

“ugh you’re so sweet! your loser boyfriend didn’t even deserve you like that!” satoru whined as he shook her a little

“especially dumping you on y—“

an elbow to the ribs and his hands were immediately off you.

“suguru…!” he groaned

“you have a big mouth.”

“oh but you like that~”

another elbow.

she couldn’t help but snicker at their antics, one moment they were like an old couple in love and another moment it was almost as if their were your typical best friends who’ve known each other forever.

she thinks she’s starting to understand what suguru meant by them being each other’s person a little bit better.

“sorry about talking about your relationships so carelessly.” suguru gave her a sheepish smile

“it’s alright, nothing that wasn’t my own fault.” she shrugged

they looked at each other.

she couldn’t just leave it at that.

“i have the tendency to just… withdraw..” she bit the inside of her cheek

“at some point it’s exhausting for the other person, dealing with me disappearing every so often— although it’s not intentional… it’s not hard for someone else to think i’ve lost interest or i’m being unfaithful.” she gave the two a half hearted shrug

“i suppose there’s just a lot i need to work on myself before i put myself out there.”

the two seemed conflicted, it was good she could recognize the areas she needs to work on…

“…but aren’t you being too harsh on yourself?” suguru blurted out, satoru immediately nodding

“there’s nothing wrong with working on yourself… but that doesn’t mean you don’t deserve to love and be loved.” satoru gave her a look

she knew they were right, but sometimes it was just easier to be miserable without having to think about another— only thinking about herself and her misery. she was selfish like that.

and they could tell by the conflict that flashed on her face.

before the conversation could progress any further she felt something cold prick at her nose, and then she looked up.

a gentle snow was falling.

“well would you look at that.”

she wore a wistful expression as she looked up, letting the snowflakes gather on her lashes as the warmth of her skin melted the ones on her face.

perhaps it was the universe letting her have this one thing, the first snow.

suguru and satoru seemed thrilled as well.

“suguru— look!”

“i see it satoru.”

but everyone seemed so far away as it was just her and the gentle snow.

it was beautiful.

but beautiful things hardly last.

“…!”

she looked back at the two who gave her a look, suddenly she was back on the busy night market street.

“you’re shivering.”

she didn’t notice until another one wracked her body.

before she could speak she felt herself being dragged along by satoru, suguru trailing behind the two.

“wha..? where are we going?”

“somewhere to warm up!”

——————————————————

when the two dragged her off, she expected for them to go back to their shared apartment or a restaurant.

but she was sitting down on a couch in a dim room with a microphone in hands while colored lights danced around the room.

“i… i have a few questions—”

“come on! it’s nice and warm and you can sing your heart out about your shitty ex!”

“he wasn’t shitty though, it was my fault we broke up.”

“that doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to feel some type of way about it.”

which was true.

“come on you know the classic breakup songs right? it’ll get whatever off your chest—“

and before she could protest satoru was already queuing up a song.

and that’s how the rest of the night went, although hesitant at first it wasn’t long before the three taking turns in singing songs and ballads. from cheesy classics to songs of yearning and heartbreak that suguru sang a bit too well for satoru’s comfort.

“i’ll never make you feel like that!” he whined clinging on to the raven who gave him an exasperated look

“i know.”

she couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight, it was nice to be around other people.

“i’m going to the restroom.” suguru hummed before peeling satoru off of him

“can i come with~”

“no.”

she snickered a bit at satoru’s clingy behavior.

“he’s so mean to me!” he huffed

“i think he knew if you two went together you wouldn’t be coming back out any time soon.” she mused

he let out a dramatic sigh.

“i suppose you’re right.”

“also we couldn’t leave your mopey self all by your lonesome.” he gave her a little nudge

she shook her head with a smile.

“i think i would’ve managed.”

“yeah yeah don’t lie— you’ve been all sad about your lame ex. y’know if you said no earlier sugu and i would’ve just dragged you out one way or another.”

“i’d like to see you try.”

“suguru manhandles me on the daily— we’d get ya.” he snickered

a comfortable silence fell between the two.

“do you feel better?”

she pondered his question a little.

“i do…”

but.

“but..?” he tilted his head

“it’s not even the breakup at this point…” she sighed a little

it was the prospect of getting older, and not a damn thing changed.

life itself was a fickle thing, ever changing.

so why hasn’t she?

gripping onto the ways of her past, she joked that she peaked when she was younger and it was all downhill from there… when did it start being actually true?

her past, her youth— it took all the best parts of her.

and now she was someone despicable enough to be broken up with on their birthday—

she felt cold hands on her cheeks, snapping her from her thoughts.

“you got lost in your head.” bright blue eyes staring down on her as she blinked

just how long did she spend ruminating looking like a complete nutcase in front of him?

“suguru was right— your hands are cold.” she mumbled out

“you alright?”

“i’m not sure yet.”

“…you wanna sing one more song?”

she sighed.

“pass me the mic.”

she got up to go queue up the next song, her back towards satoru— he didn’t need to see her inner turmoil boil up once more.

she heard the door click open, she figured suguru was back.

“ah— suguru. you wanna join the last—“

the words on her lips died as she turned around to meet his gaze, only for it to fall on a cake.

a birthday cake.

“welp— cat’s out of the bag! woooo! happy birthday!”

she was still processing it.

“satoru that’s hardly appropriate,” suguru rolled his eyes at him before turning to face her once more

“come, sit down.”

so she sat down on the couch in between the two as suguru set the cake down in front of her on the table.

“we weren’t sure what flavor you’re into but as a self proclaimed confectionery connoisseur, all the cakes from this bakery are really good so it should be alright.” satoru hummed as he pulled out candles from his pocket and expertly placed them around the cake

she finally found her words.

“how… how did you know…?”

suguru gave her a small smile.

“well at first we didn’t, but then we did some extensive research—“

“we were snooping around your socials.”

“…yeah that.”

her lips couldn’t help but quirk up at that.

“we knew something was up when you bothered to speak more than five words to us.” satoru shrugged before being met with a smack to the head

“owww…! it’s true!”

“forgive satoru, he’s bad at handling delicate situations.”

“i’m just saying it how it is! you looked more down than usual and we snooped around! can we talk about how shitty your ex is for dumping you on your birthday?” he ranted which earned him another smack

she was overwhelmed with emotion, she didn’t even realize the tears that started to stain her cheeks.

“you made her cry.”

“shit— i’m sorry!”

“no no,” she wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand

“i’m grateful i promise, just processing… y’know?”

“we hope you know that you deserve this, having a birthday worth celebrating.” suguru put a hand on her shoulder

she offered him a watery smile.

“hug? you look like you could use one.” satoru offered

typically she would’ve refused, she wasn’t big on physical gestures but she couldn’t stop herself from nodding softly wiping her face some more.

she let herself be caged in between the two, taking in their scents and warmth. she relaxed into their holds, letting out a sigh once her sniffling subsided.

“thank you.” she whispered softly

“i know we’re still sort of strangers but we’ve grown a liking to you, if you ever think you’re alone especially here… we’re here for you.” suguru murmured

“you’ve already been welcomed in our lives aside from the roommate formality stuff, it’s just up to you if you want us in yours.” satoru chuckled lightly ruffling her hair a little

“i’d… like that.”

and they held on for a little bit longer, she held on for a little bit longer.

“now how about we blow out some candles?”

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this one is dedicated to all the girlies who feel some type of way (wanting to die lol) on their birthdays, including me today :,)

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#happy bithday to me #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk drabbles #jjk geto #jjk gojo #satosugu x reader fluff #platonic satosugu x reader #satoru gojo #suguru geto #satosugu #jjk x reader #lowkey self insert whoops

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sunshineting · 1 year

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Thinking of how much Sanji loves to hear you say his name 💙

“Saaaanjiiii!”

Your lover never tires of hearing you call for him. He loves the way his name sounds coming from your lips.

“Oui, mon amour?” He approaches, placing a hand on the small of your back.

“Can you reach this for me?”

“Anything for you,” he says with a kiss to the top of your head.

…

“Five more minutes, Sanji,” you mumble. His arms are wrapped around you in your shared bed. He loves how soft and raspy your voice gets when you first wake up. He loves the light snore that emits from you when you’re in a deep sleep. He loves how you know when he stops cuddling you, no matter how deep into sleep you are.

“I wish I could, but I have to make breakfast for the crew. You know Luffy will be awake soon, begging for food.”

You whine as he removes his arms and gets out of bed. The lack of his warmth prevents you from falling back to sleep. With your eyes still closed, you reach an arm out of the covers. You wiggle your fingers and make grabby hands for him, causing your acrylics to clack. You hear him chuckle.

“Aww, ma moitié(my other half), I’ll be back soon,” your partner says before grabbing your hand and kissing it.

…

“Mmm, Sanji, this is so good!” You moan. The octopus yakitori he made is scrumptious, so good it makes you do a small happy wiggle at the table. The grilled meat tastes so good with its slight char and the caramelization of the sauce. Hearing your praises sends blood rushing to Sanji’s dick. Your moans of satisfaction don’t help the situation, either.

“I’m glad you like it,” he rushes out after clearing his throat. No matter how long you’ve been together, Sanji still finds himself absolutely fawning over you and any positive attention you give him.

…

“Sa-Sanji!”

Hearing you like this is his favorite. All needy and fucked out. He’s pounding into you from above, one hand balancing his weight while the other holds your hand. His fingers are interlaced with yours and you can’t help but give a cock-drunk smile. ‘He’s inside me and he still wants to hold my hand? How romantic,’ you think.

“You’re taking me so well, my love,” Sanji grunts out. He looks so sexy with his curly eyebrow furrowed, mouth slightly agape, and the faintest layer of sweat dusting his forehead. As he feels his release coming, he ruts into you extra deep, wanting to hear you moan his name just one more time.

Authors note: sorry if the French is bad lol I used a website to look up French terms of endearment

#vinsmoke sanji #sanji x reader #sanji smut #blackleg sanji #Sanji x yn #sanji x y/n #Sanji #one piece fanfiction #sanji fanfic #sanji x black reader #self insert lowkey bc I love him #and he has my heart #kait's writes

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araraito · 1 year

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Head empty, just Pururin

#with lowkey self insert lain #or lain insert self?#pururin #welcome to the nhk!#hikikomori #hikicore #neet #neetcore #animecore #webcore #serial experiments lain #lain iwakura #my art

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mea-art · 6 months

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My TADC oc!!

She's a balloon dog who hates being touched because she's terrified of popping. Apparently, being made out of balloons isn't fun.

Doesn't have a name yet but we'll get there.

#mea's art #the amazing digital circus oc #tadc oc #shes a lil fella #she like.. makes carnival foods #but she cant cook :(#definitely not a lowkey self insert #thats crazy

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maochira · 1 year

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Wieder gibst du mir viel zuviel von dir. (Alexis Ness x reader)

Again, you give me way too much of you.

Tags: gn!reader x Ness, established relationship, hurt/comfort, lots of crying, title is a line from this song but not based on it (banger song tho), nicknames (Ness gets called angel and reader gets called Liebling(darling)), Kaiser is mentioned

Ness has always put a lot of effort into your relationship. Really, a lot. It's as if he thinks of you 24/7. He wants to show you how much he loves you in everything he does. He dedicates so much only to you.

And as much as you love him and appreciate his efforts, you can't stand to see how he neglects himself because of that. He's lost too much sleep over writing love letters, he forgot to eat too many times because he was on a phone call with you, and so much more.

There's no need for him to put as much effort into the relationship as he does. You've never given him a reason to be like this. You've always appreciated his love and efforts and even told him multiple times that he can back down a little to take care of himself.

But Ness always insists he has to put in so much effort for you. He doesn't tell you about it, but he's genuiely scared you'll leave him if he doesn't dedicate everything he does to you. He can barely put his energy into anything else because he's so afraid to not get your support in it simply because it doesn't involve you. He even gets afraid you don't care about his soccer career and only pretend to you do.

Of course, everything about this in Ness' head is incredibly irrational. You love him and everything he does, no matter if it's dedicated to you or not. You support him in everything, especially in soccer. But the more the relationship progresses, the more you notice how he neglects himself.

And the final straw is when he skips soccer practice to take you out on a surprise date.

The thought behind it might seem romantic. He sacrifices something that he loves to spend time with the person the loves. But to you, it's too much. It's way too much. You know how much he loves soccer and how he would NEVER in his life skip a practice for anything else. Him doing it for you is too much. Too much sacrifice.

You're not mad or disappointed in him. You're just afraid he will continue this and skip more soccer practices or even matches to be with you. You're afraid he'll neglect something he loves for you even further.

And now, instead of going on the surprise date, you're sitting on your bed with him, very close next to each other with your legs touching. Usually, this is Ness' favourite way of sitting with you, but right now he's so nervous.

He's afraid he did something wrong. He's afraid the date idea wasn't good enough. He's afraid this will start a fight or you might even end up leaving him.

"Alexis..." Hearing you say his name instead of a nickname sounds so strange to him, making him afraid even more. You notice how tense he is when you wrap your arm around his shoulder to pull him a bit closer to yourself.

"Alexis," you repeat his name while looking into his eyes, "You know how much I love you, right?"

Ness loves your eyes and he loves looking at them, but right now he can barely hold eye contact and looks down on your lap instead. He opens his mouth to answer, but quickly notices there are no words in his throat so he nods instead.

You give him a soft smile and a gentle kiss on the cheek before you continue talking.

"Because I love you so so much, I really don't want you to skip anything soccer related just to spend time with me, okay? We get plenty of time together already."

Ness listens to what you say, but has a hard time actually processing it to properly respond something, so instead he asks: "Are you mad at me?" despite how nothing about you could currently imply and anger. But it's just his irrational thoughts looking for answers.

"I'm not mad", you reassure him with another kiss on the cheek, which makes his lips turn into a weak smile for a moment, "I'm not disappointed either," you continue while wrapping your other arm around him, "It's just... I'm so afraid about you losing yourself..."

"What?" Ness looks into your eyes with a bit of shock. "What do you mean?"

"You've been neglecting yourself way too much just for me and you-"

Ness is quick to interrupt you. "I'm not neglecting myself, I'm just... uh..."

The realization hits him.

"You lose too much sleep to write love letters, you forget to eat sometimes because you talk to me on the phone... and now you even skipped soccer practice to be with me. You are neglecting yourself... It's not the only thing but-" You stop yourself and take a deep breath to avoid breaking out in tears because this situation is making you so emotional, "You're giving me way too much of you."

"But isn't that part of a relationship? Giving yourselves to each other?" Ness is starting to avoid eye contact again. You can see him holding back tears just as much as you are.

"Yes but... my Angel, you still need the parts that make you yourself. If you neglect everything else besides me... I hate to say this but-" The tears start running down your cheeks, "If you let go of the things you love... If you lose yourself... That wouldn't make you the person I love anymore..."

And with this, Ness starts crying as well. He's cried once in front of you already and he hated himself for it afterwards, but he can't hold himself back anymore.

He opens his mouth to say something, but the only sounds leaving him are sobs as you pull him closer to hug him tighter. At the same time, you're trying to find the right words to continue talking because you feel like what you just said was a bit too painful - although it was the truth. But just like Ness, you can't manage to get any words out of your mouth. It's as if they get stuck in your throat.

So there you sit together in each other's arms. Crying together while you feel almost the same pain. And even though it's such a painful moment, you can feel how it bonds you and Ness even closer.

"I don't want to lose myself either..." Ness says between his sobs. "I'm just... I've always been so... I..."

"Take your time..." You gently stroke his hair as he tries to find the right words.

"I'm so used to dedicating all of myself to someone... and I'm so used to..." His words get stuck in his sobs once again.

Luckily, by now you've calmed yourself enough to speak clearly again.

"It's because of Kaiser, isn't it?"

Your words hit Ness like a truck. He always knew that's where his behaviour comes from, but never truly realized it until now that he's heard someone else say these words.

"It's because Kaiser never truly appreciates your efforts and doesn't care for you as a person, isn't it?"

Ness nods in response, and immediately goes on by saying: "Liebling, I'm sorry I-" But you interrupt him as soon as you hear him saying he's sorry.

"Don't apologize. It's not your fault." You grab his shoulders and gently push him a bit away from your own body so you can look right into his eyes. "I would never treat you like Kaiser does. I... I love you so much. Don't lose yourself for me, okay? I'm not everything in your life I'm just... a part of it. Like you're part of my life. A big part. A really important part. And that's exactly why I can't have you neglecting what you love. I need to see you thriving on everything you enjoy, my sweet Angel..."

Ness doesn't know what to answer, he just looks at you with so much love in his eyes as his hands travel up to your face to gently cup your cheeks so he can pull you into a kiss.

"Thank you so much, Liebling..." Ness whispers after you pull apart from the kiss, but your lips are still only a few centimetres apart. "I'll be myself for you... for us..." He looks into your eyes before he finishes his sentence. "For myself..."

#ness lowkey a self insert here cause he like i used to be fr #basically a comfort fic for myself because i improved a lot on this #I LOVE NESS SO MUCH #blue lock #bllk x reader #bllk x you #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #alexis ness #alexis ness x reader #alexis ness x you #blue lock ness #bllk ness #bllk alexis ness #blue lock alexis ness

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miutonium · 9 months

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How to make your rectangle boyfriend turn red 🥰

Also plugging my comms info here heehee

#blooshtonium 🥰🥰🥰#also hsjsjaoak listen this is just a hc but sjduakak I always hc like Utonium has a crush on Bellum when he was growing up #and then whenever he has to deal with the Mayor or discussing about the girl's superhero relatedwork to the office he has to talk to Bellum #and still lowkey has jusg a tiny bit of feelings towards her especially when she is so much beautiful and taller than him as an adult #but like he always feel like he is so out of league with Bellum #okay but anyway when he sees Chloe in Bellum's work dress he just lowkey gets turn on for some reason like djdjwsljdpasndjeksola-#hessecretly happy he gets to fulfil his fantasy to see Chloe in Bellum's clothes lol #anyway this is so fun to draw cuz i dont have to use too much texture #and also like i dont have to do too much details on the shadow #asukart #selfship #ppg professor #professor utonium #selfshipping #selfship art #self insert art #self insert oc #self insert community #oc x canon #selfship community #selfshipping community #selfshipping art

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rexscanonwife · 6 months

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I sketched this a couple months ago and decided to finish it up bcs I miss my husband so much! 🥺💙

#artfarts #self insert #self ship #self shipping community #self insert community #self insert x canon #oc x canon #star wars #star wars the clone wars #tcw #captain rex #captain rex tcw #💙 oh captain my captain 💙#its lowkey a redraw of smth i drew a while back but i like this!!#and maaan is it a trip to draw these two again 🥺🥺🥺💖💖💖#brea has become closer to an oc than an s/i at this point tbh #i love them tho!! i still get self shippy feelings from them hehe #pls god let me enter another sw eraaaa

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artbysarf · 5 months

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*makes my artsona into a Genshin self-insert* the ones who get it get it

#ITS SO FUNNNN #i purposely added stupid extra elements bc that is what makes genshin designs so MUCH #but t was fun #and even now shes much more lowkey than most genshin characters #genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact character #genshin impact oc #genshin oc #genshin character #genshin fanart #genshin impact fanart #oc #original character #self insert #artsona #fontaine #mondstat

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sunscall · 7 months

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watching movies isn't inherently a romantic/domestic activity but it's quite telling from a narrative point of view how the first romantic thing maureen wanted to do with dennis on their wedding night was to watch a movie together, presumedly suggested by dennis himself (before he changed his mind) because she said "but i thought we were going to watch a movie tonight"... and all dennis wanted was to escape and leave the house.

and in mac and dennis breaks up, mac and dennis were going to watch the same movie predator that they've watched like 30 times. they ended up not watching it because of the codependency comment so dennis tried to rope dee and charlie to watch the movie with him, but it was clear to literally everyone that all he wanted was to do was watch the movie with mac. and even in s12, watching movies together is still one of their little routines.

so dennis loves watching movies, but he enjoys watching them even more with mac. and in a way, he considers watching movies a romantic activity he would do on the first day of marriage. which comes back to the conclusion i always arrive at: he doesn't want to date mac but he's basically already dating mac lmao

#all my posts r like dennis is already dating mac wtf #and ik it's obvious but ill still posting them bc lowkey i did not think of any of this when i was watching mindlessly even if it's glaring #theyre dating without benefits fr #also movies being a romantic thing kinda reminds me of how glenn #brings his date to watch weird movies on the first date i think?#or something like that #self insert fr #macdennis #iasip posting

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hurtcomfortficstilltheend · 1 year

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Mateine is the new caffeine

Wednesday Addams x gn! argentinian! Reader

Summary: Wednesday tries mate for the first time, by the hand of her partner, Reader.

Warnings: None! Only fluff! There is no use of "(Y/N)".

If you are not argentinian or southamerican, I explain the whole "mate" thing at the end. You just need to know that it's a very popular (non alcoholic) social drink in some countries in Latin America.

(Also, you don't need to be latinamerican to read this ofc)

A/N: Very self indulgent as always ;D Soft!Wednesday ahead!

Word Count: 1178

Your eyes were locked to the screen of your tiny laptop, your fingertips tapping incessantly on the keyboard, and your headphones on tight, blasting Brahms' second symphony. You had left a super important essay for the last minute (you were upset but not surprised), and now you were fighting against the clock to finish it on time for the first lesson tomorrow morning. Or today.

After a quick wrist watch check- 3:54. Great. For the first lesson today then.

Your hand reaches instinctively for your hot water flask and serves another mate. You reread the last paragraph written on the open docs while sipping the lukewarm beverage. You swallow the liquid with a slight wince and keep writing.

You had once been ashamed that it took this amount of different sourced input to get anything school related done, but after some time, you just accepted that mateine, loud instrumental music, and leg bouncing was your only way, and that was okay.

Once you reread the whole thing again (and whisper a prayer to any coherence-and-cohesion god out there), you adjust the format of the document and send it to print in the principal’s office. Very proud of yourself for actually finishing it on time, you pick up your mate set to remake, get up with a jump and turn around-

-to find Wednesday standing right behind you, staring at you like you owe her something. As expected, you let out a squeak and accidentally drop the mate on the wooden floor. You hold on to the thermos like a lifeline, fully opened eyes pointing to the floor and then up to your girlfriend again.

“Mierda. Carajo.” Wednesday just stands there unmoving, as you throw yourself to the floor to pick up the yerba mess. The plant stains very bad, very quickly, so you end up (once again) in a rush against time itself to get some wet tissue paper and scrub the floor before it is too late.

Now, with the headphones resting uncomfortably on your neck and the floor as-clean-as-it's-gonna-get, you take a deep breath and stand in front of the waiting girl. “Hi” After a beat, you lean closer to her and plant a small kiss on her cheek for good measure.

She blinks once, and you understand that’s her way of greeting. “What is that?” With a subtle head movement she points to the mate set now resting undone on your desk.

“That’s the mate set my dad brought me from Argentina for parents’ weekend. The super cool gift I told you about?” It doesn’t seem to ring a bell. “Come on, I’ll show you how to make the best mates ever”

“Do you even know what time it is?” She asks with a slightly arched eyebrow.

“I have no forking idea, now come on” You guide her to your bathroom, and your makeshift kitchen counter.

“You have to put cold water first, so the leaves don’t burn, and then pour the hot water on the little hole we made” You guide Wednesday through the steps until you are only left with the last one.

“So, I’ll do this, so you don’t gross out too much” You take the first two sips through the straw and immediately spit it out in the sink. She makes no comment, and both of you head out to your bed. The sun is starting to come up.

You get comfortable on top of your quilt and so does Wednesday. You pour the first mate and drink it yourself as an act of mercy. “What brings you here, by the way?”

“I was planning on silently watching you sleep until you woke up, so then we could go to class together, but I see you haven’t slept at all” She says matter of factly. You hand her the mate, but she doesn’t take it, as if waiting for instructions.

“Just try it out, if you don’t like it, no worries. It tastes bitter and it might be too hot, so be careful” She goes to grab it with both hands and you giggle, rambling about an ongoing joke in your family, of newbies using the bombilla as a gearshift.

You get yourself into the rabbit hole that is explaining the social rules of mate in gatherings, and how some people from Argentina and Uruguay drink it as often as coffee, or even more. You fail to notice your girlfriend’s face starting to morph into a frown. When you look up you feel like you messed up big time.

“Oh god, you hate it. Let me get you some water. Do you want toothpaste?, I have som-” as you’re standing up to get a glass, you are stopped by Wednesday softly grabbing your wrist. Her eyes glint with something as close to fascination as you’ve seen on her.

“It’s… magnificent. There is not a trail of sweetness, I could even guarantee it’s as bitter as my dark and cold soul” You can’t stop the huge and shining smile that takes over your face.

“So you like it?!” You pour yourself a mate and drink it before leaving the set in your nightstand and jumping up from your bed. “I’m so excited! I haven’t asked principal weems if I can take it to class, but I bet she will have no problem! My mom used to tell me that a good mate is the best companion for studying, it’s been so long since I’ve shared mate with someone!”

A small smile starts to creep its way onto Wednesday’s face when seeing you so excited about your culture. She turns to look at your direction, still sitting on the edge of your bed. “You are clearly sleep deprived, and I’m certain this drink is going to trigger an insomnia episode if you remain drinking it at such ungodly hours, but-”

“You’re gonna be my mate buddy?!”

“It’s whatever.” You can almost see a blush covering her cheeks. Almost. “Now, breakfast starts in five minutes, so get ready if you wish to be there on time. And don’t think you’re about to get away with an all-nighter. After lunch you’re getting rest willingly, or I’ll make you”

You roll your eyes playfully and hand her the basket with the set inside. “So bossy..” You give her another peck on the cheek and change into your school uniform in a flash.

Bonus:

Enid finds you and Wednesday sharing mates at the library a few days later, and after insisting that she’s gonna surely love it, she pulls such a grimace when the drink touches her tongue that you almost feel offended.

You appear the next day with two different sets: one of mate, for you and your girlfriend; and one of tereré for Enid. Your friend likes the sweet and cold version so much better, and from then on asks you very often to prepare it for her.

You also show them and the gang the wonders of dulce de leche, Rogel cake, and every single argentinian tea time good you can get your hands on.

A/N: I totally devoured the series, and I'm obsessed, so expect more of Wednesday to come. Comments are greatly appreciated as always, I want to know what you think!

About the "Mate" depicted in this fic: It's a weird kind of infusion (here's a pic for reference)

that seems to be prepared backwards (you have a cup with the herb -yerba mate- to which you pour hot water, opposite from tea I guess), you have to sip through that metal straw -called bombilla- that has a filter, and it's usually drunk in groups or social events, or as a way to replace the caffeine that coffee may provide. It's highly energetic and bitter, although some people add sugar or sweeteners to taste.

The first mate is usually the most bitter one, cause it's filled with the dust of the yerba, so drinking the first mate yourself can sometimes be an act of heroism lol.

I also mentioned "Tereré", which is similar, but (where I live) only drunk in hot weather. It's prepared with cold juice instead of hot water and it's definitely less bitter.

Yerba mate also stains like a bitch, even linolium floors, so if you are to spill some, you have to clean it up quickly before it dries.

By the way, we use mate(s) as a countable AND uncountable noun, so don't come at me about grammar please hahdghfkv

I hope you liked this crash course of mates!

#wednesday addams #wednesday x reader #wednesday netflix #wednesday addams x reader #self insert #wednesday x latinx!reader #gn!reader #mate #latinoamérica #argentina #merlina addams #merlina x reader #the first part based lowkey in my possible adhd??#that is the only way i can write essays #wrote this listening to brahms #:)

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