#self ship fanfic

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A Fool For His Birthday

AO3 Link - A Shared Love Between Our Posse (Masterlist)

Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Characters: Gentaro Yumeno, Ann Wolff (OC)

Pairing: Genann (Gentaro/Ann) (Developing)

Synposis: April Fool's Day but also the birthday of Gentaro Yumeno. And having both of those days overlap can be causing more trouble than expected. At least it is all in good fun~

Words: 3,659

Being greeted with this sight was something Ann had not necessarily expected. Especially not at his home, Gentaro’s home. They had somewhat announced it, not wanting to barge in from one moment to the next.

“Hey, Gentaro. Is it ok if I come to visit you after lectures today?”

“Visiting me? What gives me the honor on such a day? Wouldn’t you prefer to avoid me~?”

Given it was the first of April as well as his nature, maybe… But he just so happened to be born on that day. So they really couldn’t… “Oh c’mon! I don’t see a reason to! Can I come over or not?”

“Very well. But don’t make it too long. Ramuda and Dice pushed me into some plans for that evening.”

“I know. Ramuda is also making me attend…”

“Of course he would. What a troublesome boy.”

“It’s just how he is.” Though their first boyfriend had insisted more than usual… What was up with that? They could only wonder… 

Even the argument ‘How about you three have some ‘bro time?’ did not work. Because all Ramuda answered there was ‘Oh we’re getting plenty of bro time! Plus, it's Gentaro’s birthday! Pleeeaaase!?’. … He himself did have a fair argument though… 

“Then I assume we could head to his studio together later.”

“Sure, I don’t mind.”

“I’ll look forward to it then. See you later, Ann.”

So regardless of anything, Ann still had plans to see Gentaro one on one, mainly to not be hit with a wave of embarrassment when handing him their gift… Which was difficult to pick out. Then again, in the end they didn’t necessarily pick something out. 

Or… Well, they did but that was just a notebook, really, fitting in a small story within its pages. And they sadly had to admit that this was their emergency solution. All because they just couldn’t think of anything else… Outside of watermelon slices but… Firstly, it’s not summer. Secondly, that’s boring. At least the chocolate on Ramuda’s birthday required effort. And they didn’t want to slack off in Gentaro’s case either.

So they recalled one of the things he seemed to really enjoy and concluded that it might be a fun idea to write a short story, dedicated to his eyes only. Not just that but… Perhaps try themself on a doodle here and there. But that was also the thing, it was impossible to hand it over when Ramuda and Dice were around. Especially if the two saw the poor attempts of their illustrations. They already wanted to sink into the ground knowing that Gentaro would see them while reading the story sometime… Ah, the entire thought was embarrassing! Not just that but he was going to see their handwriting as well! Maybe they had gotten a little too ahead with this. Besides, what if he doesn’t like it!? That was perhaps their biggest fear at the end of the day, one which would make their stomach turn.

And that was why they had been pacing back and forth in front of his apartment door, unsure if they should even enter. Maybe they should just drop the notebook and run. Run as fast as possible and say that they only had enough time to drop their gift. But no, that’d be inappropriate! They should give him their gift to him in person. Yeah, in person! Besides, they had already agreed to pay him a visit so it would be impossible to back out now!

Alright, deep breath… And just get this over with! Yeah, just get it over with! It’ll be fine. It’ll be just fine…

So, a quick knock. “Hello! Gentaro!”  They began, knocking once more. “It’s me, Ann! I’m here!”

“Oh!? Wait wait wait Ann!?” They heard him say surprisingly… Panicked? That was a first and unusual. “Ah, what terrible timing!”

Terrible timing? “Is something wrong? Do you need help with something?”

“Ahaha… W… Well… You could say that but—”

“Then go on, open the door. I’ll help out however I can!”

“It’s not exactly that but…”

“You don’t want me to come in?”

“It’s not…” A quick break, a short moment of silence before he continued after a short sigh. “Listen, you may come in. But promise me one thing.”

Promise something? What is he scheming now? That’s what they were wondering. “What is it?”

“Don’t freak out when you enter…”

“Don’t freak out? Why?”

“You’ll see! Just promise me that first!”

“Ok fine fine! I promise!”

“Thank you. Now, you may open the door. It is open.”

What had Gentaro been up to today, on his birthday nonetheless? But honestly, they should not even be surprised. It was April Fool’s as well, it may as well be a holiday for him or something like that. So they opened the door cautiously. 

A quick gaze up, as if checking for anything up there. They wanted to believe that he would not step that low but you could never be sure with him, so they rather double checked. But nothing. A few glances to the side… Nothing seemed to be amiss. Alright, the coast was clear.

So they entered, one step inside, just in case, slow and steady. Was something on the ground they didn’t see? They didn’t know yet but were cautious nonetheless… But nothing. It was safe to walk on it. 

So they soon were standing in the hall, looking around for a moment though a little puzzled. “Gentaro? Where are you?” Maybe he was stuck somewhere?

“Ahaha… W… Well… You might want to go into the living room to find out.” Ann heard him chuckle, though sounding very nervous, more than usual. Something was off here… Very… 

“Why?”

“It’s best to see it instead of me explaining it all to you.”

They only shrugged at this point yet knew that discussing it was futile. So they may as well. Just what was going on here? They couldn’t really tell…

And yet, they would figure it out soon enough. Because they were heading straight to the first room on the left lacking a door, taking a glance into the living room. They saw nothing off at first. Everything seemed in place, literally. Nothing off here, at all. None. Na—

That was until they took a look at the couch seeing… A tiny rabbit on the sofa!? Light brown fur and green eyes, sitting there, sniffing around. They were staring a little in disbelief, almost dropping the notebook yet managed to catch it at the very last second. What… Was a rabbit doing here!? Why!? How!? 

“Uhm… Did someone gift you a pet?” They asked, looking back into the hall, hoping that he was in another room. Someone gifted him a pet, right? That had to be it. It just had to! And yet—

“Firstly, it’s rude to not look at someone while they’re talking to you!” They heard his voice say very sternly, making them turn back. Wait, the voice was coming from the living room after all!? Where— “Secondly, I’m not a pet. It’s me, Gentaro. And someone apparently thought that it was funny to turn me into a fluffy creature!”

Hold on, what!? “W… Wait… You are saying…” Ann stuttered as they took a few steps closer, to the sofa. Carefully to not scare the little bunny on it. And once they were close enough they kneeled down, to come face to face with said bunny, staring at it and only seeing how it was moving its head around while moving its nose. Actually… From up close, it was an adorable little fella. If Gentaro would stay like that then maybe— Ah no! What were they even thinking!?  “You’re messing with me, right?”

“Me!? Do I sound like I’m lying!?” Was the only thing they heard as a response, as if he was offended.

“I mean, you love to lie…”

“Hah, alright. That is a fair argument. However, I’m not joking in this instance. Sure, this body is warm and I do not feel uncomfortable but I cannot stay like this.”

He… Was serious? He was being serious… No, this was almost like some fairytale. No way. “Mhm… Right…”

“I mean it! I cannot work as a bunny, can I?”

“Well, you could work at a petting zoo. The kids would love you~” They decided to tease, even if just for this moment. They may as well. 

“Ann, don’t even joke about things like that…” He said however, sounding surprisingly deadpan. “I would just bite every kid in sight trying to touch me.”

“Oh come on, don’t make them cry. Not even Ole does that.” Yeah, instead he recently liked to sleep at the end of their bed and bite into their toes when he saw the feet peeking out… Ole is an old man but still a cat, and that was a rather painful reminder. Anyways… 

“I’m stating facts…”

“Besides, you could have an easier life. Think of all—”

“Stop joking around and help me turn back!” He interrupted, sounding desperate, perhaps a little embarrassed. That was a first. 

And yet, she chuckled. It was a sight they would never get to hear again after all. “Alright alright. Let’s find a way to turn you back into the same old guy.”

They were about to get up, wanting to discuss this and yet– “Actually, I might have a plan.”

They got curious, raising an eyebrow. “Like what?”

“You are accustomed to fairytales, aren’t you?”

Fairytales? What was this going to turn into? “Yeah, my parents read me some all the time.”

“Does that include The Frog Prince?”

“That’s basically a classic where I’m from. What’s up with—”

“Try kissing me.” Gentaro interrupted, sounding blunt, cold and saying this with no hesitation. This made Ann nearly trip over, shocked with wide eyes.

“Wait… What? Hold on!” She nearly shouted yet kept calm the moment they still noticed the tiny bunny. Right, they couldn’t startle him now… 

“Is that not how the princess breaks the frog’s spell?”

“Wha– No! Well… Ok yes but in the original not. She threw him against the wall.”

“Huh… That will hurt but… Alright, go on. I’m ready.”

“ Are you crazy!? I’m not throwing a bunny against the wall!”

“Not even if—”

“Not even then!” This sounded insane. They’re not going to do that! What was going on in his mind, agreeing to this so easily!? Seriously… 

“Fine! I’ll try a—” And yet, they had risen their voice all of a sudden, noticing the moment they saw the bunny hop down, away from the sofa. Instead of waiting they had reacted right away, dashing right after it for a few seconds after having placed the notebook onto the table. “Wha— Stay here! This isn’t funny!”

“Ah, apologies! But you were loud, my ears!”

“I’m sorry but what you suggested was crazy! Now get ba—” Though before they could say anything further, or rather wanted to finish their words, they noticed something when running right past the sofa. Something stuck out there… Something black. It was as if these were parts of some clothing, a fabric they were all too familiar with. They only stared at it for a short moment before their expression turned from worried to blank… Literally. Of course… Yeah, that checks out.

So they took a few steps closer, right behind the sofa themself and spotting someone all too well, having his back pressed against the sofa and sitting there, not looking up. At least not yet. And when he was about to speak again they interrupted him fairly quickly with their own words, anything but impressed.

“You really think this is funny, don’t you?”

Though instead of a quick gasp they only heard a chuckle. “Looks like I’ve finally been caught.” He commented before turning towards them, looking up to face them with his usual smirk, shrugging. “Though I’m surprised that you didn’t try to check sooner Ann~”

“Ah— That—”

“Did you really believe my little lie here~?”

“N… No! I… Er… Just wanted to play along!” 

“Of course, play along.”

“It’s true! Nothing more!”

“Right, right. I believe you.” And yet, it sounded as if he didn’t.

“Ugh… Sh… Shut it!” This was embarrassing in the end…

A few minutes forward, the bunny had been placed somewhere where it could be getting some rest after all this running, away from the two who were about to converse. When Ann had asked Gentaro where he got it from he said that he took it in for a few days. Someone had asked him to take care of it and would pick it up later. He owed that person a favor so he could hardly decline. Plus, the little fella was adorable, no denying. And that is also why he had been home for now, awaiting the person to arrive and pick their little friend up. 

“You could have warned me beforehand…” They sighed, both having decided to sit down on the sofa, right next to each other. Ann had decided to lean a little backwards, arms crossed. This was just… A lot. That guy…

“Haha, forgive me. But I couldn’t resist. Today is April Fool’s Day after all.” He reminded them with his usual smile, much to their own dismay. “And you fell for it.”

“I said tha–” They were about to protest again, yet that proved useless. They knew. “Nevermind.”

“Now, may I ask what even brings you here? I did not expect you to announce your visit so suddenly.”

Right, their visit… As to why they were here. They had almost forgotten to be honest. And once they remembered they were about to grow red from all said embarrassment. Because once reality kicks in that this will be in Gentaro’s hands right this second… They became a little hesitant again. And yet, they couldn’t just back out now. 

Though they did not say a thing, not at first at least. They were looking around, stuttering for a moment before eyeing the notebook on the table for a few seconds. They were looking back at Gentaro for a moment, seeing him waiting ever so patiently for their answer. Then again, he might have a clue now… There was no use hiding it from him, was there? Yeah, no use at all.

“I… Well… You know what day it is, right?” They began slowly, their voice shivering a little. “And I don’t mean April Fool’s…”

“Oh yes, of course I know. You are speaking of my birthday, aren’t you?”

They nodded. “Yeah.”

“Oh, have you decided to grant me a wish in private?”

“Wha— Wait, that—”

“Then we should certainly talk about that kiss from earlier.” He said with no shame, teasing. And yet… It sounded so serious. Wait no, that was just his way of playing games in the end, wasn’t it!? He even leaned a little forward, to make matters worse.

It led to them trying to back away yet knowing they would just fall over if they did, being cornered. So they weren’t even trying. Besides, he was only close enough yet had not touched their lips with his own. It should be fine… He’s just messing with them a little. “It’s not like that! I mean it is related to your birthday but—”

“Oya? Are you denying me a wish on my very own birthday? You’re a cruel one~” He sounded hurt, the fake kind.

“Tha— I just… Guh… I wanted to give you something!” They said when suddenly grabbing the notebook, pulling it in front of their face. They just couldn’t look at his face, not like this. This was getting more and more embarrassing by the second. In fact, they had to make sure now that he was not seeing their face whatsoever. Really,  this guy… Things have changed between the two but also not really, haven’t they?

“Ah, a gift. That is what you meant.” They heard him say, hearing the sofa making some noise, him most likely backing away, somewhat. 

They lowered the notebook a little as a result, sighing before handing it over to him, no questions asked. “Yeah. I wasn’t sure what so I thought of… Well… Writing something. Hand written that is.”

“Hand written? For… Me?” He asked as they felt him taking the notebook, then hearing it open. No, they saw it actually, him skimming through the pages. Witnessing it first hand made them feel even more embarrassed than before now, to the point their thoughts were racing… Goddamnit. 

“Yeah, for you. I… Hope it will be al—”

“Oya? And you can draw too.” He interrupted, sounding fascinated. Ah— He’s seeing the drawings, isn’t he!?

“I just… Thought maybe… Ok listen I’m not that good at it but I was thinking of… Giving it a personal touch! Go on ahead and laugh or something! I—”

“Oh no, it’s not bad at all. I was just surprised that you can even visualize what you’re thinking.” He interrupted, chuckling, then closing the notebook finally, placing it back onto the table. “Allow me to read it in peace later. Unless—”

“Please, take your time reading it!” They didn’t need to hear him reading their writing out loud. That was the last thing they needed to hear! 

“Still, going through so much effort… It is not a giant special occasion.” 

“A… Are you kidding? Of course it is. Besides… It’s only fair, isn’t it? Putting effort into a gift I mean…”

“If you say so. But really, you didn’t have to do that.” He assured them, or tried to.

“It’s fine, really. No trouble at all. I did it because I wanted to!” They insisted. 

“Alright, I will not argue. I thank you all the same.” 

And then a moment of silence between the two again… Ah, this was really something else… The two of them, alone right now. And there was still a bit of time left before they would head to the studio Ramuda owned. Not like they could go anyway thanks to the rabbit anyway bu—

“Although, back to the kiss…” Ann suddenly heard Gentaro bring up, facing them directly yet again. Hearing him say that made them squeal in place for a short moment, staring at him intensely. 

“P… Please don’t joke like that!” They tried to reason with him, only to see him leaning forward yet again. 

“Joke? Who said I was joking?” He countered, all too serious sounding. That had them look at him with wide eyes, feeling just how they warmed up by then. Wait a second— 

“Hah!? It has to be! Not funny!” 

“But what if I’m not?” And he only got closer.

“That…”

“Say, would you not grant me that one wish?” He asked, his voice in a sudden whisper. He… Was he serious? Was he? Wasn’t he? What was he getting at!?

Though… The argument… It was tempting. And he had been asking earlier. It’s just a kiss right? Ah wait, should they even consider? But he was close and— Ah, why were they even thinking about it? The two had kissed before. One time in the bookstore, the other time at the train station. It should be fine… Right? Was it? They would lie if they said that the urge had not overcome them… And they could use his reasoning as an excuse… Maybe? 

Oh they should just admit that they wanted to kiss him… 

So they suddenly did. Just when they saw him, his mouth opening, about to say something to them they suddenly leaned a little forward, right in to press their lips against his own. 

It was short, though more than a mere peck. His lips were soft, the taste exactly what they remember. It was hard to pull back honestly, hence why they may as well be almost glued onto his lips. But they pulled back shortly after, not wanting to make this too long. And needless to say… His reaction had been unexpected.

He was staring at them, as if in disbelief, and they could see him all red. It was a first, not something they had seen before. Ever. And moments later he even put his hand over his mouth before making one of his fingers trace over his own lips. He didn’t say anything, only staring at them for a moment before suddenly leaning away from them and turning his face into the opposite direction, as if trying to hide his face.

And it left them… Confused. “Gentaro? Is something wrong?” They asked him, a little worried. This reaction was unusual, even for him. Just what was he—

“N… No. No no no! Nothing is wrong!” He responded, as if trying to keep his cool, though failing miserably. Why was he getting so worked up all of a sudden?

“You sure? That—”

“Just… Uhm… I… Being so bold.”

“Bold? What do you mean?”

“Ah— It’s… Nothing! Just thinking aloud!”

The first time they had seen him like this. “W… Wasn’t that your birthday wish?”

No response, only silence on his end. Though he turned back soon enough, eyeing them with… Still an intense redness? Yeah, he was red beyond belief here, redder than red even. 

“I… I know what I said but it was a—” He wanted to say yet he didn’t finish it. In the end he just didn’t finish it. No, he kept silent for a moment before they spotted him with a different face altogether. A smile? Was that what they saw?

“No, nevermind. I won’t complain. I think I got pretty lucky.” 

“Lucky?”

“Please, do not question it.” He said, turning back with his face in their full view once more. A smile so gentle yet genuine, one of the most genuine they had seen of him. Perhaps he was just really happy at the moment. They could only guess and yet… Even if only for this very moment… 

“Thank you for granting my birthday wish.”

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[denjirv]

༺ღ༒ Crossed Paths༒ღ༻

Denji spends his days waiting for someone after school

⏤͟͟͞͞☆A/N: In gonna be honest this is just to help me characterize my self insert but if you just wanna read it like a y/n stuff then keep in mind this time "reader" is afab for this one!

No CW warnings just purely SFW with minor implications of a not so great living situation but nothing explicit  “And then she’d just called me a loser again and left! What a asshole” “All cause I said you went to a different school” There was a moment of silence as the teen leaned against the brick wall, crossing his arms. Only silence fills the air before he turns and sees a camera recording him. “Hey are you recording?!” The camera panned down to a pair of dirty black mary janes with white socks as the cameraman giggled. “Haha I’m sorry!” The camera was turned off by the sound of a click and the small light going dark. “You know when you put it like that it does sound ridiculous” Denji sees the young girl in front of him. The girl in the navy blue sailor uniform, she placed her camera back into her school bag. “It's the most obvious lie no one will fall for that” The blonde school boy scoffs offended but she did have a point, he’s just one not to admit it easy. “Well you know what-” He argues back but before he can think of anything he pauses and looks away from her in defeat. “You’re right” he hung his head low as the young girl held in a giggle. “You’re cute, Denji but not the brightest. '' Denji looks up, pointing at his girlfriend as he furrows his brows. “Didn’t you tell me yesterday that you got a low grade in your math class?!” Denji finally had the upper hand as the girl left shocked but also putting up a feigned upset face. “Hey listen, math is hard! I’m just better at other things' ' She leaned her face forward to him, crossing her arms as her foot was inches away from Denji’s converse. “Oh yeah like what?” Denji inched his face closer to hers, only their eyes being the only thing they saw. A small staring contest happens before the brunette girl laughs. Denji watches her hugging her stomach as she was sent into a giggle fit, her rosy cheeks getting redder with her smile being almost a trigger for him to smile as well. “Ok ok fine I guess that’s pay back for my comment earlier” Denji’s attitude brightens up as he puffed his chest out with his hands on his hip. He’d always been rather eccentric but that’s what Kanna loved about him. Later on the two walked their way back to Denji’s apartment. Opening the door to meet her eyes on multiple eager huskies and a single cat sleeping on the couch with a small child sitting there. “Woah hey there you missed me?” Kanna drops her bag as she starts to pet each of the giddy dogs licking her cheek. “Ahhh doggy kisses!” falling back on the wooden floor she feels all of the dogs overwhelming her with attention. But once Denji called them all over so that he could feed them she sees the small child staring at her. “Nayuta sweetie” Her tone shifted once she started to head towards her on the couch. She sounded more sweeter and even motherly with the way she spoke to Nayuta, must be the maternal instincts kicking in early. “How are you? Is your brother treating you well” Nayuta nodded her head before silently leaning against her shoulder, she stared off to the cartoon playing on the tv as Kanna gently stroked her hair. “I thought you came here to spend more time with me?” Denji pouts, puffing up his lower lip almost like a child as the dogs were greedily eating up the brown kibble from their bowls. “Well you also have a little sister I don’t wanna leave her hanging” Kanna made a kissy face at Denji but all he could do was ignore her rather obvious attempts to butter him up into a better mood But even at the moment of what to those might seem like chaos Kanna looked back at the tv screen as she leaned into the cushion of the couch. For once in a while it was as if time slowed down and she was happy. She can feel Nayuta moving in her arm as she got more comfy position to settle in She won’t say it much but for once Denji gave her something she wanted, an outlet. Away from school, away from her mother. She felt like she was in a dream. As the hours went by, filled with laughter and content silence she realized she was running almost past her curfew. “Tomorrow I’ll try stopping by” Denji kissed Kanna’s forehead as he smiled softly at her, by now the skies that were once blue were an orange decorated with pink clouds. “Just try not to leave dirt marks when you climb into my window you loser” She laughs as she kisses him back, a farewell kiss as she waved silently at the sleeping Nayuta using the cat as a pillow. She leaves his apartment complex with a smile on her face though as soon as she reached her home she felt something in her chest Pain? Dread? She still hasn’t figured that out especially by the sound of her mother’s voice coming from the house. Standing in front of the door she takes a deep breath and leaves her dreamworld and into reality. “Mom, I’m home”

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[nimue-at-night]

Making Out

Fandom: Ensemble Stars

Characters: Amagi Rinne, Original Character

Pairing: Amagi Rinne/Original Character

Tags: Established Relationship, Making Out, Rough Kissing, Kissing, Gentle Kissing, Surprise Kissing, French Kissing, Sexual Tension, Resolved Sexual Tension, No Sex, No Plot/Plotless, Tongues, No Romance, POV Original Character, Sub Amagi Rinne, Horny Amagi Rinne, Horniness, POV Third Person Limited, Suggestive Themes, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, OC x Canon

Words: 1,093

No summary, just making out. Self indulgent (and it did not leave my head I'm sorry). Guh I wanna make out with Rinne so bad, I admit, aaaa!

While there is no sex involved this work is a little suggestive. Due to the nature of this blog I would like for minors to not interact with this post however!

Honestly, it was hard to pinpoint the start to this situation, if there had been a start to begin with. It had all happened from one moment to the next, to the point the details had become a little blurry in the end and were quickly forgotten. If asked Ann could honestly not respond anymore why they were suddenly laying flat on the futon with their back and Rinne Amagi towering right over them. He stared right down at them, his face as red as his own hair, or almost as much. His own eyes were wide as he stared down, the gaze focused on them. He let out light breaths while seeming to shake, at least what they were able to spot. After all he had cornered them in a way as his hands were right next to their head, one on each respective side. Were they truly any better though? 

Not at first, no. In fact they were laying there, not moving an inch as their own breathing escaped their lips. It may as well have been a stare off at that point, the two of them being so red it was a surprise that they had not turned into tomatoes or something like that. And both were visible wrecks, at least Ann could tell Rinne was. And they were not much better off, given they were just staring while feeling like some heater, their own lips trembling. This situation was new to the both of them. 

They had kissed before, a few times. It was nothing but small pecks or one surprise–kissing the other when the mood was right yet in a situation like this? That had never occurred and neither looked like they knew how to handle this. Then again, at first glance it was surprising for someone like Rinne maybe, given how loud and bashful he usually was. However, when keeping in mind that it had been Ann who initiated the first kiss and left him in a blushing mess shortly after for a few seconds this might not be too surprising. After all, he was all bark sometimes but biting? That was a different story. He would never admit to this of course, at least not in public. This was no exception. 

He was all stiff, one could already tell with the blank eye. When Ann’s own gaze wandered they could spot him clutching onto the futon’s blanket, trying to keep steady so he did not fall down onto them. His face may as well be the equivalent to a grimace, trying to look cool and keep calm yet he was bad at hiding it. He was a mess, wasn’t he? He didn’t know how to react to this. Honestly, he may as well be looking funny now and yet oddly adorable all the same. He might deny it but for them, this was very fitting. He liked to play the tough one and enjoyed the feeling but he was not always in such a position. They were secretly glad however because it made them calmer as a result, knowing not just they were nervous. It’s not like he was unwilling either, given he had not pulled away and just now had made a small attempt to get closer to their face, or rather their lips. Yet he froze not even halfway there, trying to collect himself. It was an amusing sight and the last push they really needed.

Because it left Ann time to collect themself if they were completely honest. Sure, it was still a little nerve wracking but it was not unmanageable. And thus, before the tall redhead could even see it coming they extended their hands to his face, grabbing both of his cheeks before facing his face right down. It had him caught off guard and he was about to ask what this was all about and yet he would not get the chance to ask. He did not have to honestly as the couple’s lips met each other soon enough. 

The brunette had closed their eyes shortly after and moved their arms over his shoulder, around his neck, wrapping both around him. They had even been a little sneaky and decided to not let him escape, thus wrapping their legs around his waist to pull his body completely down and trap him. He could not lose a word and had to endure this sudden move. And yet he would not dare to pull away, not even for a moment. They could only imagine his expression yet would be unable to see it with their eyes closed. Then again, given that they soon felt his own vigor with his lips and mingling with theirs made it obvious how he started to lose himself. It was more than a small peck or deep kiss… Well, it was still a soft yet deep kiss but the heat may as well be rising between them, especially when both of their clothed bodies were pressed against one another. 

They rubbed their own body right against his, even if slightly and softly, hearing groans coming from his mouth, right into the kiss. It made them chuckle in place before slowly pulling out their tongue and brushing against his lips. They could feel him shiver for a moment, caught off guard and opening his mouth ever so slightly which allowed them entrance. They took the chance right away and let their tongue slide inside his mouth, pressing against his own tongue and mingling the two together. 

They heard a surprise gasp from his lips and yet he did not pull back. Instead he played along as soon as he was able to, perhaps trying to get some control over the situation but it was all futile in the end. He would just end up following their lead and they could feel the frustration in his movements. Especially once they clutched onto them at their vulnerable areas and made them gasp lightly all the same, his fingers brushing against their body. Yet that frustration made them chuckle. He may be the one on top but they were the one making sure he stayed in place. And the fun would not stop there. At least when it came to snatching one kiss after the other. No need to become more than a little handsy at the moment. 

But imagining how adorable Rinne will be once the two would get down to do the deed eventually… It was an imagination they would probably not stop feasting in for some time.

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[yandereloveraw]

A huge thank you to @zephyrus77 for encouraging me to write this. ♡

Warning for angst. [There is a happy ending, I promise.] I use masculine pronouns for both Sun and Moon.

This one-shot was inspired by Why Don't You Love Me by Hot Chelle Rae.

"We have flowers in our chest cavity," Moon stated, expression serious.

There was a fair amount of animatronics in the Fazbear pizza plex, but none whose company I enjoyed more than the Daycare Attendant's. Sun's energy was a bit much for me at first, but he and I bonded over our shared love of art. Thanks to him, I was slowly starting to come out of my shell. When he would joke with me, I would laugh. It was nice. He made me feel nice.

Today, I was seated on the floor in front of one of the daycare's small tables. I was too tall for the chairs, sadly. A small group of children had joined me for drawing. Each had a piece of paper while a shared box of colored pencils was pushed around to whoever needed it. My heart swelled whenever a child would proudly show me a colored portion on thier paper.

"How's everyone's art coming along?," Sun's chipper voice inquired. I had not seen him move over to our table.

"Great! Does someone have a yellow I could borrow?"

A small hand held out the bright colored pencil to me, which I took thankfully. I curiously glanced down at the gifter's paper, revealing a brightly colored sun with some flowers. Aw. Just as I was about to compliment the child's drawing, Sun spoke again.

"What are you drawing, Ally?"

His question had caught me off guard. I shifted slightly in embarrassment. "Um..I'm drawing you.."

That piqued his interest. The sunny attendant carefully made his way around the table to where I was sitting. When he glanced down at my paper, he was greeted with the sight of a slightly colored in colored pencil sketch of himself. Embarrassed now that I had an audience, I colored the rays, bells, arms, pant stripes and midsection of the paper Sun in. I also added shading to these parts.

The real Sun silently watched as I added suns and pink flowers of varying sizes to the background of my drawing. After doing that, I used a black pencil to write my signature next to Sun's left shoe. With the drawing now complete, I watched as the children around me continued to color. The daycare attendant's voice nearly made me jump out of my skin.

"Can I keep it? Your drawing, I mean. It's really good!"

I could never say no to someone who was this cute. Picking up my drawing, I held it above my head for Sun to take it. "Sure."

Metallic fingers gently brushed mine as he took the paper from me. I grabbed another piece of blank paper from the pile on the table. If I was to draw Moon, I would need a lot of blue.

-----------------Timeskip------------------------

The daycare had not opened yet, so Sun and I sat once again at the art table, if you could call it that. I was simply doodling mindlessly until I glanced at Sun, who had his hands cupped under his faceplate and his elbows on the table. I scrambled to flip my piece of paper over.

"Sunny, please hold that pose for a few seconds!"

The animatronic froze as if on command, which allowed me to quickly sketch his pose onto the paper. Not wanting to leave him like that for too long, I lightly traced his faceplate, rays, ribbons and bells onto my drawing. The table was added last.

"Okay. You can move now. Thank you, Sunny."

When I felt something cold brush my left hand, I pulled away from whatever it was. Since Sun had a cute lovestruck expression in the drawing, I sketched hearts in his eyes and next to his head. 'I wonder what he was thinking about,' I thought. The animatronic and I sat in silence until the daycare opened. Kids rushed to greet Sunny while I continued to doodle.

"We have flowers in our chest cavity," Moon stated, expression serious. Flowers? How did flowers get into their system? I couldn't think of any way that could happen other than-

I gifted the majority of the art I made that day to Sun, who was extremely happy to receive it. The following day, however, Sun seemed slightly less energetic than normal. I chocked it up to him probably needing to charge later. I admired how hard he worked.

"Hey, Sunny? Can you let Moon know that this is for him?" The paper I passed him contained my drawing of his counterpart. When Sun took it, his smile somehow seemed strained. He was probably more low on battery than I thought. I had my fingers crossed that he wouldn't crash that entire day.

The thought that Moon wouldn't let that happen comforted me. 'Hopefully he'll feel better and more like himself tomorrow,' I thought.

------------------Next day------------------------

I was wrong. Sun didn't greet me when I came in today. He was in the daycare, but it felt like he was making a conscious effort to avoid me. His strange behavior made me sad and confused. I figured that if he wouldn't talk to me, maybe Moon would.

I had to wait until nap time for Moon to make his appearance. When he did, I sat down next to him where he was observing the children.

"Moony, is Sun ok? He won't talk to me..."

I spoke quietly as to not wake up the sleeping kids. The slight turn of the attendant's faceplate told me he had heard me. Moon hummed.

"Have you gathered that he may have a reason for that?"

His question made me pause. "What do you mean?"

"Can I see?"

Moon quirked a nonexistent brow before opening the panel on his midsection. I was greeted with the sight of a pastel purple and green bundle. Thin vines had snaked themselves around vibrant wires. Small buds clung to the vines. Nearly all of their chest cavity was filled with purple petals.

"Sun really likes you, yknow. He's the reason we're like this. You like him back, don't you? You should tell him that."

I could only nod in response. Self-loathing washed over me. I should have noticed sooner. The signs were there, and I ignored them. Sun must be hurting so bad. I felt tears gather in my eyes at the thought. The sound of all the lights in the pizza plex turning back on was deafening in the silence.

When I lifted my head, I was met with Sun's brightly painted face. He jolted at how close I was to him.

"Ah, Sunshine! It's good that you're here! I sure could use your help cleaning up!" He paused at my teary-eyed expression. "Sunshine..? What's wrong?"

The daycare attendant froze as my lips met the teeth on his faceplate. My tears trailed freely down my cheeks. I stayed that way for about a few minutes before pulling away.

"I'm so sorry. I love you too, Sunny." My voice was barely above a whisper, but I could tell that Sun had heard it. His expression slowly softened. A metallic hand rose to wipe my tears.

"Oh, Sunshine. I've waited so long to hear you say that."

Sun could hear as well as feel Moon doing a victory dance in their shared mind as he pulled me into another tender kiss.

#my writing #self ship #fnaf dca self ship #fnaf sundrop #sundrop x me #self ship fanfiction #self ship fanfic #sundrop self ship #self insert fanfic #self insert #hanahaki self insert fic #hanahaki self ship fic #hanahaki #unrequited love disease #fnaf dca #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf moodrop #angst with a happy ending #sundrop x self insert #Thank you to all of you who are supporting my writing ☺️ You are the reason that I keep writing.♡ #minors please dni #ageless blogs pls dni

[sennamybeloved]

KISS PROMPT FORRRRRRRRRRRR MARLENE

WEEEEEEE ITS OUR 2 YEAR ANNIVERSARY TODAY!!!!!! <3333 i got 31 - while laughing :)

tag list: @caracello @minkymeatshop @connor-roys + winter 👹

all reblogs are appreciated !

Bluejay’s hands are so jittery- she can’t even open the little wooden box that she cradles in her fingers, the little wooden box that's been stowed beside her bed for weeks now. She's been watching it collect dust as she impatiently awaits the day- this day- when she will finally pass it off to its rightful owner.

When she does get it open, pushing up the metal latch and forcing the stiff hinges open, she feels relief when her gaze lands on the present that resides within; a necklace, with a glittering silver chain and a charm in the shape of a star. It’s very simple, but it's also very beautiful.

Trembling fingers graze the metallic surface of the charm. She wants to hold it, to observe it more closely, one last time before it is no longer hers, but she lacks the motor control needed to do so.

She surrenders to her own anxiety, closing the box and stuffing it back into the pocket of her sweatpants. She then reaches her other hand into her other pocket, feeling around for the two follow-up gifts. She touches a crystal (clear quartz, smooth and cold against her fingertips) and a perfume roller that is scented like patchouli and frankincense.

She has everything. She just needs to get home now.

Rain beats down on her back as she trudges along their neighborhood’s sidewalk. Rainwater soaks through her worn Converse—a pair of shoes she would not have worn today if she had known of the impending downpour. Her jacket wasn’t designed to withstand these kinds of conditions, so water begins to seep through it, soaking her clothes. She’s shivering, teeth chattering as she stuffs her hands deeper into her pockets, trying to stay warm despite herself.

Just ahead, through the misty haze, she sees their house. She breaks into a light jog, kicking up water as she rushes up to their front door. After fumbling with their lock for a moment too long, she bursts inside, stumbling out of the frigid rain and into the comfort of her own home. The relief is near instantaneous; the heat both warms her and dries her, and the absence of puddles sloshing and thunder cracking in her ears is more than welcome.

Re-composing herself, Bluejay calls out to her girlfriend. “Marlene?”

While awaiting a response, she strips off her coat, her hat, her shoes. She rings out the end of her shirt and smoothes out the creases in her pants. Fingers comb through damp hair, attempting to set it back into place. She needs to look good for this- it is their anniversary, after all.

Soon, Bluejay hears footsteps thumping down the stairs. Stumbling hurriedly out of the mudroom, she spots Marlene emerging from the stairwell. She’s still wearing her nightclothes- old sweatpants and a tattered tank top. Her loose curls are pulled back into a bun, yet a few stray ones fall into her face. She looks just as beautiful as she always does. Bluejay feels her mouth growing dry and her nerves going wrought, as if she’s speaking to a fleeting crush and not the girl she’s loved and adored for two whole years now.

“Hey,” Marlene greets, offering Bluejay a kind half-smile. “You look damp.”

Bluejay takes a moment to search Marlene’s face for a hint of recognition; a glint in her eye that hints at her having something fun planned for their special day, or perhaps something to suggest that she at least remembers it. But no, she looks to be herself, plainly.

She forgot their anniversary last year too.

“Uhuh,” Bluejay huffs, attempting to shake the water off her arms. “That's very observant of you, honey.”

Marlene chuckles a little. “Thanks. Want me to get you a towel?”

“Yes please.” Bluejay laughs. Maybe then, she can sit down on the couch, rest her legs, turn off her brain for a minute… before she has to give Marlene her gifts.

So, as Marlene walks off to fetch her a towel, Bluejay makes her way over to the couch. It’s an old, tattered thing, yet it is still very comfortable even after years and years of weathering. She doesn’t care much for its appearance, so she has no qualms with plopping her damp body right on top of it.

She takes this brief moment of solitude to check her pockets again. Wooden box with the necklace still inside, crystal, perfume roller. She sighs, long and heavy—why is she so nervous?

She picks her head up when Marlene comes back into view, carrying a freshly washed towel- she tosses it to Bluejay, who is delighted to find that it is still warm from the wash. She dries her face, her hands and arms, her hair. Her clothes are still very, very wet, but this feels a whole lot better.

“Where even were you?” Marlene asks as she sits down on the couch beside Bluejay. “I mean, what compelled you to take a walk during a storm?”

Huh. What a perfect segway.

“I like just the rain,” Bluejay begins with a little chuckle. “But nah, I, uh- I was buying some things. Two things, actually… and, uhm. They’re for you.”

The delivery is far from perfect, but that’s okay. She watches Marlene’s eyes go wide with intrigue at the prospect

“Oh?” She tips head to the sides, loose curls falling over her face. “What do you mean?”

Bluejay opens her mouth to talk, but nothing comes out. She only manages to stutter incomprehensibly for a moment or two. She halts herself, biting her tongue as she draws in a harsh breath. “I, uhm… okay.” She laughs anxiously. “Trying this again. Ahem.”

She reaches out, taking one of Marlene’s hand in two of her own. Her anxiety is climbing, doubts roaring in the back of her mind, threatening to come surface. Is she positive that it is the 16th? Yes, yes she is. She double- no, triple-checked. Once this morning, twice at the store. She just needs to go for it.

“It is our two year anniversary today,” she states, unable to keep herself from smiling. “Two years ago today, I bit the bullet and asked you to be my girlfriend. You said yes, obviously, and here we are. Two whole years later.”

There it is, that look of recognition. Surprise morphs into satisfaction which quickly distorts into fear. Bluejay isn’t upset that Marlene forget; she makes up for it by being wonderful every other day of the year. Besides, Bluejay let her forget last year, because she didn’t have anything planned.

But things are different this year. She has something planned, and it's going to be great.

"Bluejay..." Marlene breathes, speaking in a tone that is partly fond and partly said. That look on her face—so gentle and so genuine—melts Bluejay's heart. She smiles at her and keeps on talking.

"And to celebrate our anniversary, I got you some gifts. Just some little things, don't sweat it too much. Uhm..." she reaches into her pocket for the thousandth time, pulling out that fated wooden box. She hands it off to Marlene in a manner that is almost urgent, one that says get this away from me, whereas Marlene takes it in her own hands so carefully, cradling it as if it is something precious.

With fingers that are stronger and steadier than Bluejay's have ever been, she opens the box. Her eyes light up like fireworks when she sees what resides within.

"Oh wow," she laughs warmly as she picks up the necklace, taking a moment to inspect it carefully. Bluejay's nerves melt away when she sees how happy Marlene looks- she sort of knew the necklace would be a hit. Stars are one of Bluejay's things, and silver (especially silver jewelry) is totally a Marlene thing. It's the perfect anniversary gift.

"Bluejay, I love it..." Marlene tells her, and Bluejay chuckles bashfully.

"I'm really glad you do," she says. She wrings her hands in a manner that is both excited and anxious. "Put it on! It's gonna look great on you."

Marlene was already halfway there, pushing away stray curls as she fastens the silver pendant around her neck. It sits so perfectly on her chest, accenting her strong up body in the way necklaces always do. Bluejay feels a warmth creeping across her face and a grin pulling at her mouth.

"Yeah, you're beautiful," She says, and Marlene smiles back at her, averting her eyes coyly.

She shuffles through her other pocket, fumbling with the two smaller gifts for a moment before revealing them unceremoniously. "A crystal. Clear quartz. Since, uhm... you showed some interest in my crystals. And a perfume roller, patchouli and frankincense." She dumps them into Marlene's hands, and with that, the most nerve-wracking part is done. She looks up at Marlene's face, who looks surprised but also happy; her smile is unwavering as she inspects both of the trinkets.

"Thank you." She says, and Bluejay can tell that it is genuine. "You're so sweet, I... you didn't have to do all this, you know."

Bluejay nods. "I know..." She places a reassuring hand on Marlene's leg. "But I wanted to. Because you deserve it, babe."

Marlene opens her mouth to speak, but all she can manage is yet another little chuckle. She's flustered and taken aback, that much is clear, but as long as she is happy...

"I just want you to know that I care about you," Bluejay rambles on. "And that I am just as grateful to have you now as I was back then."

"Thank you, Blue." Marlene says again, slightly more sober this time. Bluejay's anxiety is reflected on her face as her once happy expression mellows out into one that is slightly more somber. She wears a faint, nervous smile on her lips as she confesses to Bluejay which she already knows, "This is lovely, really. I'm grateful. I just... I forgot it was our anniversary."

Bluejay can't help but laugh. "I know you did. I don't care, seriously. You're fine."

Marlene is silent for a moment. Then, perhaps only because Bluejay is laughing, she begins laughing, too.

They're both laughing now. At what, they aren't exactly sure, but Bluejay feels a lot less nervous and she hopes that Marlene feels a lot less guilty.

Bluejay nuzzles her face into Marlene's shoulder, wrapping her arms around her waist in a sideways half-hug. She leaves kisses her on her shoulder, her jawline, her cheek. Marlene brings a hand up to cradle Bluejay's face as she kisses her. A messy, open-mouthed kiss that is all teeth and laughter.

They fall into each other's arms like it is second nature to them, embracing each other warmly and surely. Bluejay's head resumes its place atop Marlene's shoulder. She sighs a long, tired sigh of relief as she snuggles up to her. This couldn't have gone better.

The pair exist in comfortable silence for a moment, but only for a moment. "Why didn't you remind me last year?" Marlene asks.

"Because I didn't have anything planned," Bluejay scoffs. "I felt bad."

Marlene sighs, rolling her eyes. "Oh my god..."

Bluejay giggles, hugging her just a little tighter. "Sorry. Maybe I can like... help you set a reminder for next year."

Marlene's fingers trace the edges of Bluejay's shoulder blades, her head turning so that she can press her face into her tangled black hair. "Yeah. I'll get you back for this next year. Count on it."

#【 💡 】 ✦ * · ˚ — she’s the only girl that i wanna love │ r: marlene . #lotus writes #lotus answers #self ship community #self shipping #self ship fanfic #self insert x canon #oc x canon #f/o community #self insert community #lesbian self ship #self ship fanfiction

[lovelettersfromkiki]

quick question for y'all, since i'm almost 30 and that makes me a dinosaur i guess-- what's the best website to use for uploading fanfiction? context being, some darker, bloodier, and borderline graphic fanfiction. where would i want that to go?

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[thelakeofnimue]

Alte Liebe Rostet Nicht (AO3 Fic) - Complete

Fandom: Ensemble Stars Characters: Sena Izumi , Original Characters, Original Female Character(s), Orriginal Male Character(s), Original Non-Human Character(s), Sena Izumi's Mother (Ensemble Stars!), Sakuma Ritsu, Tsukinaga Leo, Narukami Arashi, Suou Tsukasa, Sakasaki Natsume, Harukawa Sora, Kagehira Mika Pairing: Sena Izumi/Original Characters Language: English (with bits of German) Words: 81,971

If you enjoy my work, I would appreciate a reblog so it can get out there!

The only long fic I 100%ed so far. I want to promote it a little more. Apologies if it gets annoying, I really want to get it out there is all.

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[pkselfship]

CHAPTER 19 OF THE MOON AND POLARIS IS UP LETS GOOOOOOOO

#self ship fanfic #self ship #purple flame #the rising star #the moon and polaris #my content

[lake-archive]

Today's Salary: Sleep And A Name

AO3 Link - CATZ Discography

Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Characters: Doppo Kannonzaka, Ann Wolff (OC)

Summary: Ann meets the depressed salary man again! And this time he seems to be beyond exhausted...

Words: 1,376

It had been a while since they had come across him, the depressed salary man. Well, they had not actively thought about him either to be fair. Yet when Ann had spotted him again it came back to their mind pretty much right away. 

Once more they had returned home later than they would have liked. They had to text Eli, having been stuck with a project. He warned them to not return home too late or he’d lock them out. Of course they panicked for a short moment yet he assured them that it was a joke. ‘ Just be careful to not run into a creep. ’ That was all he texted at the end.

And by the time Ann had wrapped everything up it was dark yet again, thus hurrying to the train station pretty quickly. And that was where they saw the salary man again.

Yet instead of him keeping his head down and sulking or mumbling nonsense they heard none of that. Or rather, they did not even see him open his mouth over and over. But it was more than that.

Sure, he was sitting there while holding onto his small suitcase yet he was more hugging it if anything, like a pillow. His head had been hanging more down and his eyes closed. Was he… Sleeping? Right in the cold, at this train station? It looked like anything but save. In fact, it also looked very uncomfortable. 

Given their first interaction with him they really couldn’t help but pity him a little. The tiredness finally had gotten to him it seems. Yeah, they recalled him looking overly tired so this may have not really been a surprise to them in the end.  They were surprised that he had not crashed during their very first conversation together actually. He had managed to keep himself awake one way or another, to their surprise. 

However, this time things seemed different. He seemed to have been in a somewhat deep sleep, deep enough for him to not hear the loud trains passing by. Talk about being exhausted. After all, he also managed to sleep in that position.

Not thinking much of it Ann had slowly approached the depressed salary man, though not to wake him, far from it. Instead they quietly decided to sit on the bench right next to him, taking a seat before deciding to slowly push him down, enough so his head would rest against their thighs and not against the mere air.

They spotted his head move and for a moment they believed that he had woken up from this. However, his eyes remained closed and his breath steady, making them sigh in relief.

They had a clear view on him however, the bags under his eyes having gotten worse than last time. It would explain even more why he was in such a deep slumber, unable to wake up from any noise. ‘ Office workers seem to have it tough… ’ they thought, though maybe they just met an unlucky case? Hard to say honestly, they had little experience working. 

And yet, right now he looked rather peaceful. He was most likely exhausted to move at all which is why he kept lying there in one position, probably. Soft breathing, all the noises he would get out of his mouth. How deep was it?

Deep enough to last for a few long moments, enough to see a train pass by. Yet Ann couldn’t move away, or refused, so they stayed put a little longer. At least until he woke up. And after some time passed he did…

They saw his eyes opening slowly, blinking a few times rather weakly before asking rather drowsy: “Where am I?” 

He sounded and looked half–asleep, having to process where he was until he lifted himself up, or was about to, yet seemed to have gone stiff shortly after. “Hah!? Wh… What did I–” And after a few moments a scream of panic before he sat up again, bowing over and over. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

They were used to it from the first time though, leaving them to sigh. “Hey, it’s fine. It’s me from last time, remember?”

This got him to stop, pause his movements and look right at them for a second, taking some time to process… Until he seemed to notice. “Huh? You’re that girl from that time.”

Ah, there it was, of course. And yet, they couldn’t blame him. In fact, oddly enough, they did not feel insulted or anything like that. Nor could they bring themself to drop their usual line at him. It only made them smile a little nervously. “Uhm… I know it’s not the best time but… Please, don’t call me a girl or anything like that.”

“You’re not? But–” Yet then it seemed to hit what they were hinting at, making him even more visibly ashamed. “I’m–”

“Don’t apologize! It happens!” They interrupted him before it could escalate, then sighing. “Besides, I didn’t say anything last time. Don’t worry about it.” Yeah, they clearly didn’t.

He only nodded weakly for a moment before his gaze seemed to shift somewhere, eyes wide yet again. “Wha– It’s already this late!? I missed the train too!” He pointed out in shock before dropping his head. “This is bad…” 

“Well, you were pretty much asleep.”

“ It’s over… My life is over… ”

“All you did was miss a train!” He was a handful sometimes, wasn’t he? “Just wait for the next one. I’m sure it’ll arrive soon.”

And then silence for a moment. They would like to ask directly. ‘ Is your work that exhausting? ’ but wouldn’t that be too much? Before he had been complaining but now he was just asleep. Wait, then that would be a stupid question, wouldn’t it? And also too personal. They didn’t even– Ah! Wait, good conversation starter!

“Say, we didn’t introduce ourselves last time, did we?” They began, trying desperately to find something. This is the second time they met now so who knows when they bumped into each other again. “I’m Ann Wolff. Ah, but just Ann is fine! And you are?”

A moment of silence, him looking away for a moment. Did they say too much? Go too far maybe? Conversing with strangers is hard! A tough battle to fight! Maybe they did go too far… Maybe… Perhaps? Uhm…

“Kannonzaka Doppo.” He slowly responded, very hesitantly, stuttering all too audible. 

“Kannonzaka–San? I’ll keep it in mind!” They may have said and yet… What else could one mention? Ugh, this was just horrible. ‘ Nice weather ’ maybe? No no no, that was not an option. Besides, it’s already dark! What weather!? Hah… How to small talk. Things they taught no one at school… Or they just suck at it.

And yet there would be a saving grace when the speakers echoed for a train arrival. Ann recognized it right away, one of theirs. Talk about timing. So they jumped up quickly, taking a deep breath before saying: “Ah, I’d like to keep talking but my train is about to arrive. Sorry!” 

They even had turned to Kannonzaka, trying to keep up their smile. “Try not to fall asleep again, alright?”

Being reminded of that seemed to make him at least slightly flinch, yet he nodded a little. “I won’t…” He responded, although a little quietly.

“Ok, it’s a promise! I’ll ask next time we meet!”

“Eh!? N… Next time!? But–”

“Hey, may as well. Maybe we’ll be lucky~” They may claim yet were not so sure. Then again, if they met once more they might meet again over and over. Just like in some stories where characters always bump into each other by ‘sheer coincidence’. 

Regardless, the train arrived, an empty one luckily. “Alright, gotta get going. Bye bye Kannonzaka–San.”

And then they turned away, quickly leaving to enter the train yet turning back to look through the window. All they could see from afar was said depressed salary man Kannonzaka, seeming to have his head still in a slightly surprised expression. Yet when they waved at him with a smile, he waved back as well, although a little weakly. 

Yeah, something told them that they will meet each other again.

#Nimue's Lake #My Favorite Salaryman #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #selfship fanfiction #selfship fic #self ship fanfic #self ship fanfiction #self ship fic #selfship fanfic #selfship community #self ship community #platonic fanfiction #platonic self ship #hypnosis mic oc #platonic f/o #familial f/o #hypmic oc #doppo kannonzaka #kannonzaka doppo #hypmic doppo

[self-shipyard]

"Birthday (His Edition)" - A LumaGhia Fic

Synopsis: It's Gh.iaccio's birthday! At least, it was on the 27th, but he and Lumaca are celebrating it this weekend instead and Lumaca has a few surprises for him up her sleeves

Word Count: 1.6k

CW: In-Character Swearing, Food Talk, Birthday Fluff

“And to finish it off, a cherry-vanilla cake!” Lumaca announced.

Carefully, she set a plate down on the coffee table in front of Ghiaccio, who was seated comfortably at the couch. For a moment, his eyes couldn’t leave the sight of the big cupcake-like dessert, decorated all nicely with frosting and a cherry on the top. Then he turned his head to look at his wife with his eyes all blue-grey and glowing with amazement.

“Did… Did you make this too?” he asked, his cheeks slowly turning red with blush.

“Mm-hm!” she beamed proudly. “I had to go rummaging through a bunch of old recipe books, but it was worth it!”

“L-Lumaca, that’s-!” He bit down on his lip gently as he felt more and more blush rose to his face. “That’s so sweet of you, my love-! I mean first the gnocchi and now-! And the back massage you gave me earlier too, I-I-!”

Suddenly, he covered his face with his hands as though he were trying to stop his love for her from just spilling out of him at once.

“Shit, you really spoil me, bucaneve…!”

“You deserve to be spoiled, Ghiaccio! You’re a wonderful man and I love you so very much. I mean, I’d give you the moon if I could… Besides, what are birthdays for other than to give extra love and attention?”

“II mean, you’re not wrong, it’s just…” He uncovered his face and stretched his hands out to her. “God, I-! You have a way of making me feel like I’m the luckiest man ever, you know? And I am! I have you as my wife!”

Now it was her turn to start blushing.

“Oh!” Lumaca abruptly chirped, barely able to contain a sudden spark of excitement. “I forgot to grab your gift! Go ahead and have your cake, my love, I’ll be right back!”

With that, she ran to the bedroom. Ghiaccio couldn’t help but grin all lovey-dovey as he watched his wife rushing out of the room with that familiar excited buzz of hers. To him, her passion and excitement for things had always been such a beautiful quality of hers, a quality that took time to emerge when they’d first got together but was worth the wait completely.

Redirecting his attention to the cake, he picked up his fork and started to dig into it. After securing a little forkful of it, he put it into his mouth.

His eyes glowed with the sudden sweet taste.

So soft and perfectly balanced between the tangy cherry and the warm vanilla…

“This is… Mmmm.~” Soft hums escape his throat as his mind began to wander. “This is so delicious. I mean of course it would be, she’s an excellent baker and cook. And I can tell it was definitely ‘made with love’… I don’t know how you could even put love into food, because that just makes no damn sense. I mean it-!“

“I’m back, honey!”

He was suddenly pulled from his thoughts as he watched his wife rush back into the room with a wrapped gift held tightly to her chest. It was flat and rectangular, with little impressions along the sides that made it look almost clearly book-shaped.

“How’s the cake?”

“It’s delicious, sweetheart!” he said as he put his fork down and returned to his one thought before she came back. “I can tell it was ‘made with love’, which I’m still trying to understand how one can make food ‘with love’ anyway. I mean, love isn’t exactly a physical ingredient you can put into a cake, so how do you even do that?”

She hummed in thought as she approached the spot on the couch next to him.

“I guess,” she wondered aloud, “It’s about the care and effort you put into it, you know? Like you want to show them you love them by giving a task your all.”

“That makes a lot of sense now actually,” he replied as he watched her sit next to him.

He looked down at the gift as it was placed into his lap, feeling the warmth return to his face. She watched his fingers trace alongside the gift’s sides, almost holding her breath in anticipation of him tearing the wrapping paper off.

His eyes flickered towards her and he chuckled softly at her expression.

“You look really excited, dolcezza mia. Were you waiting a long time to get whatever this is for me?”

“I was! I’ve been thinking abut getting this for you ever since we got together, Ghiaccio! I even went and got this specially made for you. But I… Well, it’s just…”

Her expression suddenly dulled as her gaze shifted to the ground. His heart recognized that pang of guilt rushing through her, and how it ached for her excitement to come back.

“I just wish I could’ve given this to you on your actual birthday…”

Gently, he placed a hand against her cheek and leaned in closer to her. Once her attention was on him again, he spoke.

“Hey, don’t blame yourself for the late celebration, Lumaca my love. You were really depressed and overworked from school; I’d rather have you feeling good and be late than you feeling horrible and be on time, you know? I mean, you would’ve put me first if it were me in your place. And besides, it’s better we did this on the weekend anyway, because…” He planted a kiss on the bridge of her nose and grinned. “It means I get to have you all to myself.”

Now it was her turn to blush, followed by a soft smile and a kiss to his lips. Her hand rested against his thigh and his hand went further around until his fingertips rested against the back of her neck.

“You do make great points,” she mumbled against his lips. “Thank you for understanding…”

“Of course, I understand… I love you.”

After what felt like an eternity in those few seconds, Lumaca tapped her fingers audibly against the unopened present still in Ghiaccio’s lap, pulling his attention back down towards it.

“Oh- Shit uh that’s right I-!“ he stammered as he pulled back, making her giggle softly at how cute he was. “Let’s-! Let’s see what you’ve been waiting for so long to give me, huh?”

Flipping the gift over, he carefully peeled off the taped part of the wrapping paper and unfolded it until there was a slit in it. Then, he slipped his hand inside and pulled out the contents.

He had to stop and take a moment to process what was in his hands.

It was a book, just as he figured. The cover was black with a beautiful and intricate illustration of the top of a tree, branching from the bottom left and made of what looked like gold. The title itself was also printed with gold and it was framed in a thin gold box.

It was this title that made his heart skip a beat.

Merchant of Venezia by William Shakespeare.

“B… Bucaneve you… You got me a copy of this masterpiece… With the proper Italian name of the city…?!”

The surprised and flattered tone of his voice made Lumaca smile brightly and nod her head.

“The title’s not the only thing that got changed; look through it, Ghiaccio! Try… Act one, scene one, lines 180 to 182.”

Without a second to waste, he flipped through the pages until he was right where she said for him to be and he begun to read those lines out loud.

“Try what my credit can in Venezia do: That shall be rack'd, even to the uttermost, To furnish thee to Belmonte, to fair Porcia.”

Ghiaccio’s bottom lip trembled as his fingers brushed carefully over the pages and his eyes scanned the page, noticing quickly that all the proper Italian names for cities were in place. His gaze quickly flickered back to look at his wife, who had been grinning proudly the whole time.

“Do you like it?” she beamed. “I know that you’ve always complained about how the story should use Italian words since it takes place in Italia so I tho-!”

She squeaked as her husband suddenly threw his arms around her, holding her tightly to his body and pressing his face into her shoulder. The embrace was so tight that she could feel both the fast rhythm of his heart and the hot blush that had spread across his face.

 “… What’d I do to deserve you?”

She paused for a moment, trying to find her words. The answer to his question was clear as day in her head, but if only she knew how to say it out loud in this moment. Then, with a gentle kiss to his earlobe, she ran her fingers through his hair and answered.

“Everything you are and everything you do makes you so deserving of all the love in the world. I can only hope that I can give it all to you and even more.”

He whipped his head up to look her in the eyes, staring into them like they were full of stars. The look in his eyes was complete with his reddening cheeks and that lingering quiver to his bottom lip. It was solid proof that even after a year of so many sweet and sincere words from her, she always seemed to find a way to make his heart swell more and more for her. And oh, how her heart swelled for him too.

More than she could ever express.

“Happy birthday, my ice pop.”

#❄soft snow (lumaghia)❄ #⛵sal's writing #i said I was going to be on time for Gh.ia's birthday with this fic #unfortunately there was a lot going on this week #call this a late celebration if you will! #i'm just really happy i get to finally give him the special treatment he deserves 🥺💕 #happy birthday my beloved husband #self ship writing #self ship #self shipping #self shipping community #self shipping content #romantic f/o #self ship fanfic #self ship fic #f/o fluff #f/o fic #f/o community #f/o content #f/o x s/i

[bun-bun-selfships]

Dance Practice

Ship: Leo x Julian

Warnings: None! Just fluffy stuff

A/N: Ahhhhh I’m obsessed with him. No other comment.

Please read my dni before interacting <3

The normally bustling theater was currently quiet, absolutely no one there but Julian and I. The sound of the outside world were nothing but a mumble through the walls. The smell of chemical cleaner almost masked the usual mystic smell of the lobby, as Julian was busy wiping down the concessions counter for what must had been the sixth time in the past few hours alone. I didn’t blame him, it got dirtier than the couples you’d find hiding in the back row at a horror film, but it really felt obsessive at times.

I was sitting on the floor, the counter being my usual seat of choice this time of night, and I was looking over a script. It was a romance film, set in modern times. It was about a couple just younger than I was, they had just been married, and it was a mystery film. The wife goes missing, and the husband has to take matters into his own hands when law enforcement simply did nothing. It was an intriguing story, one that would definitely pull on the heartstrings. I was taking the roll of the wife, not one I got to shoot much, which is always exciting.

The scene I was reading for was a flashback to the couples wedding. It was dramatic and would most likely pop up in a suspenseful moment, I’m sure. It would be lit with blues and purples, the set being mostly white. I continued reading the scene over, creating beautiful pictures in my head. Everything seemed to fall into place up until they took their first dance. I just couldn’t imagine it. I was an okay dancer, but a waltz? That was quite out of my comfort zone, not something I’d done much of before. It’s difficult to properly imagine something you’ve never done.

Julian dropped his rag into the bucket of water nearby, indicating he had finished his current task, and dragging me away from my stack of papers. I looked up at him, setting my script on the counter, being careful not to smudge the freshly washed glass. He didn’t seem tired, which wasn’t a surprise. Despite those dark circles every present under his eyes, he never seemed to get sleepy. “Love, do you perhaps know how to dance?” I asked with a teasing tone, raising an exaggerated eyebrow at him.

“Hmm, I’m not sure. I could try.” He replied with a shrug, extending a hand towards me. He pulled me up from the floor, and I gave him a small ‘thank you’ before leaning on the counter. I was immediately thrown back in reading the scene over once more, trying to visualize it better. I could see the scene but the movement got cloudy the more I thought on it, as if the actors were made of jelly and couldn’t control their own limbs. I chewed on my lip, eyes scrolling past the words over and over, just trying to get a clear image in my head so I could continue past this part of the scene.

I felt as Julian ran his hand over mine to get my attention, startling me out of the trance I had with this piece of paper. “Yeah?” I said, looking up at him, and setting down the script again. He had an excited grin on his face, as if he knew something I didn’t. He had smoothed out his uniform, and pulled his gloves on tight.He grabbed my hand, leading me away from the counter, and into the middle of the empty floor. It was a rare occurrence to see the theater so dead empty, even this time of night. It made the air easier to breathe, and the energy so calm you could melt.

The soft music playing throughout the lobby almost seemed to grow louder in my ears as I realized what he was doing. I chuckled to myself at his softness. He was always gentle, especially with me, but he was being cautious as he moved. Everything he did appeared to be meticulous and planned. He immediately pulled me close, my other hand coming to grip his. I could feel how warm my hands were compared to his perpetually cold ones, even through his linen gloves. He lead us, his movements continuing to be calculated and confident. My gaze immediately hit our feet, in an attempt to keep up with him.

After a quick second, we hit a fine rhythm. He’d step, I’d step with him. His hands keeping firmly in mine, not letting go for anything. My body slowly moving closer to his as we got some sort of groove going. It was simple, nothing extravagant, just basics, but yet I somehow felt like royalty at a ball.

As I got used to it, I finally looked back up at him, and I couldn’t help but stare at what I found. He looked so absolutely breathtakingly , nearly putting my limbs on autopilot in the meantime just to take him in. The honey curls just barely poking from his hat, swaying as we did. The collar of his uniform perfectly placed and straight, framing his face, which held an expression of total concentration. Dare I say with a dusting of pink over those yellowing cheeks. It was simply a dashing sight.

He took in a deep breath before unexpectedly spinning me, an all too dramatic gasp coming from my mouth. I glanced over to see the proudest look on his face before he pulled me in again, my back landing close against his chest. My hands were now in the opposites they were before, a little less steady than they had been prior. My hair had been jostled out of place by the action, curls falling into my face. I could feel his quick breathing, revealing just how much of a facade his confidence was.

“How did you get so good at dancing? When might have this happened?” I asked, the shock no doubt still reflected on my face. Julian laughed at the comment, the vibrations from his chest being felt through my own. He set his chin in the crook of my neck. Though I couldn’t see the direction of his eyes, I could feel him looking over my face. His thumb grazing over the back of one of my hands, his response said in the softest of tones.

“You are implying I haven’t always known how to do this.” Now it was my turn to laugh. If anyone in the world has struggled with dancing, it’s him. This man couldn’t walk straight if he tried, let alone dance. Not even when he was alive. I could barely contain my giggles enough to reply to him.

“Quite a funny joke, Browning. Now do tell, truly, how did you acquire this skill, hm?” I released myself from his grip, turning to face him, my lips still pulled in a tight smile. I let my hands rest on his chest, while his grabbed my waist, pulling me closer again. The look on his face told me he was planning on enacting some mischief, but he had nothing but love in his eyes.

“You see, I’ve been practicing, my dear.” His voice hit that deep range that he only brings out when he’s trying to get to me in one way or another. Any time he wanted to make me feel small, or get pigment to my cheeks, it’s his go to. He continued to sway the both of us back and forth, almost absentmindedly, as he waited for my reply.

“Ah, I see,” I nodded, mirroring his tone and cocking my head to the side. “Why would that be?” He chuckled, seemingly to himself, as he practically hunched over to bring his face closer to mine. The small gesture managed to do it. He really was the only one that could fluster me like this. Make me feel that butterflies in your stomach, walking on air, kind of stuff.

“What if I told you it was all to impress you?” The words bounced in my head sweetly for a moment, processing what he said. I noticed the grin on his face grow, as much as he tried to conceal it. I could almost feel my own heart beating again with all the feelings he gave me.

“Me?” I said unintentionally quietly, that warmth coming to my face and the tips of my ears. Julian simply nodded, his expression just as priceless as my own must have been. Like a lovesick puppy, or a school girl looking at a crush. I felt as he gently hooking his fingers under my chin, keeping my eyes directed at him. He swiftly leaned in, and before I knew it, our lips were connected.

The kiss was sweet, certainly nothing obscene. He was never one for anything of this sort outside of the house, let alone in the Palace. Unexpected, but a welcome change. The feeling of his gloved hand was ever present as he let his thumb run back and forth over my cheek. It never failed to leave me breathless how much of a gentleman he was, how thoughtful and careful he was.

Shortly, he pulled back again, staring back down at me with the utmost admiration in his eyes. Almost the same expression he’d have if he was gazing upon his beloved theater. Nothing but honey and sugar, seeing every detail in the smile on my face. “It’s all for you, dearest.” He admitted, voice soft, before drawing me back in for another kiss.

#i wrote this in like a week so it’s probs real bad #but you know #🎟 #self ship #self shipping #self ship community #self shipping community #self ship fanfic #self ship fanfiction

[denjirv]

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Push Ups

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Sexual content but nothing smut related just goofy teens being weird AND I PROMISE I WILL DELIVER AKI FICS PLEASE LET ME JUST DO SOMETHING SILLY

"W-Woah your boobs are-!" Denji's hands squeezes Kanna's shirt but she didn't seem to react much. Not in the way he'd seen in those adult films she just laughs

"Huh? What's so funny?" Denji's flustered face looked up confused, wondering why she found this situation funny. He'd haven't realize though why she'd suddenly ask him anyways to even cop a feel.

"I just wanted to know if they felt real or not" she grabs them hems of her shirt before lifting it up. "here look I bought this bra and I wanted to see if they looked big "

And there it was, the sight of some breast with a cute bra on, the perks of having a girlfriend Denji thought but he did notice something looked weird. With the same time the bra's back clicked off the boobs no longer looked that big

"What the- that's magic!! They don't look big anymore!"

"And that's what push up bra's are for"

#HAHAAAAA OK I'M LEAVING #chainsaw man #chainsaw man x reader #csm x reader #chainsaw man x you #chainsaw man x y/n #denji x reader #chainsaw man denji #denji #self ship fanfiction #self ship fanfic #self insert #self shipping #self ship fanfics

[just-french-me-up]

I'm sorry, cringe culture can't come to the phone right now. Why? Oh, cause it's dead!

#fandom #fandom culture #writing #fanart #fanfiction #fanfiction writing #fanfiction writers #fanfic #artists #look free yourself from the preconceived notion that your creativity has limits #draw that character however the fuck you want #write that OC #draw that OC #publish a fic with that ship you like #write self insert #fuck your fav character if you want? Hell #15 of them if you want #it's all made up #it's all in our heads #it's fine #just be respectful of people #and don't commit crimes i guess #also pretending you never imagined yourself as part of your fav narrative.... please #we're all weird it's fine #it's called being human #the sooner we all realise that the sooner we can have fun #mine

[lochselfships]

💤 rough around the edges, gentle as can be

Characters: Loch (self-insert), Alfur Aldric, The Postal Dude

Summary: hiiiiii i'm being gay for my boyfriends again and wrote this comfort fic for myself at like 4am!!! Loch's having a big depression night and thinking about past mistakes, Alfur doesn't know how to help, and Dude steps in. this is largely about the early days of Loch and Dude's romantic relationship, and how he and Alfur became friends.

Warnings: depressive thoughts, mild self-destructive behaviour, (referenced) meltdown, misunderstood character(s), hurt/comfort, no beta read

Word Count: 2.8k

Loch sat on the bathroom floor, curled up into a hunched-over position as another night of sleeplessness pulled them into an emotionally fragile state. Their eyes were slightly red from crying minutes ago, but they were dehydrated already and didn't have more tears to cry- The distance between their mental and emotional state being completely distanced from each other making it even more difficult to feel in touch with themselves. It was a rough night. This was becoming more common lately.

They were trapped in their head, replaying bad memories from different perspectives. Right now they were dealing with a mix of self-perception and socializing issues, mixed with a pinch of related trauma for a spicy combination that he despised so much.

"Gah…" They whined quietly to themselves, "I'm such an idiot."

Loch bit their lip to avoid sinking too much further into despair, mulling over the various times they'd made a fool of themselves and been laughed at for it. The way it had shaped them into this 'loveable punching-bag' archetype that they constantly wavered on. The way they couldn't seem to stop being an idiot around people, whether accidental or purposeful. It was exhausting.

Loch took a moment to try and ground themselves, attaching to their surroundings again.

It was silent, Loch even tuning out the tiny hum of the bathroom lights as his world was rather muffled. Then, from the other side of the locked door he heard a small tap- barely audible.

His heart raced, already panicking. How long had he spent in the bathroom? Were the others starting to worry? That was the last thing they wanted, to wake someone just to comfort them in a moment of weakness.

"Loch?" Called a small and gentle voice, and Loch shuffled towards the door to hear better- not yet bringing themselves to speak up, throat a little hoarse.

"Are you… are you alright?" Alfur's soft tones letting Loch feel a little more comfortable, but all the more guilty as they heard the worry in his voice. "If there's anything I can do…"

"No, no." Loch sighed, pressing his forehead to the door and swallowing saliva to let his voice return to normal. "I'm okay, I promise."

It wasn't a total lie, he was feeling somewhat better after a cry, but… It wasn't the whole truth either. They were struggling again, handling their past as a whole, their anxieties, as well as the struggle of opening up properly- Letting themselves be comforted.

"Hmm…" Alfur gave a concerned hum that let Loch know they weren't really off the hook with this- Alfur knew Loch's patterns on their bad nights, the bathroom was a common retreat for when they felt like a burden.

"Really, I… I've just been lost in thought again- you know me, always zoning out on the toilet." Loch lied. It was common for them to zone out in the middle of the bathroom, but this wasn't one of those times.

Alfur opens his mouth to talk again, but then closes it, unsure of what to say, or how to comfort them. Some nights it was more difficult… they were more stubborn… The elf could try his best but there were times Loch would lock themselves away and there was very little he could do about that.

"I-I'll be out in a minute!" Loch stuttered, putting on a happier tone of voice before standing up and moving to the sink to wash their face "Go join the others, um, I'll be done in- done in a sec!"

Alfur nervously fidgeted before taking a few steps away, giving them a moment to compose themselves properly. He was anxious about his partner and not sure what to do; He wasn't sure what exactly triggered Loch's current state, so it was much harder to navigate for the little guy.

He stood in the doorframe of the living room which adjoined to the hallway, and therefore, bathroom. Soon, he felt the approach of a human walking towards him. Alfur snapped out of his thoughtful daze to look up to the person and see who it was.

Oh. It was the newer addition…

Dude, a tall man with auburn hair, clad in a leather trenchcoat with eyes that always seemed a bit too manic, approached the elf with his usual demeanor. He had only recently gotten together with Loch after a long while of being friends, and Alfur was still on the rocks about him. Dude wasn't exactly the most trustworthy guy… Alfur didn't want to see Loch hurt, and hearing of Dude's less-than-reputable activity didn't put him at ease. They had been dating for over a month, though, and he seemed to be somewhat alright, so it made sense for Alfur to give him a visibility contract. It could be easily redacted, anyway.

"What's going on?" Dude spoke, looking down at Alfur through his shades (which he continued to wear indoors for some reason).

"Oh, well," Alfur began, voice still laiden with worry, "Loch's… I don't think they're doing well, to be frank. They're still in the bathroom."

Dude raised a brow, and Alfur responded with an awkward and very telling expression- it took Dude a second, but quickly realised it was a meltdown thing and his usual flat expression twisted into a small frown.

Dude huffed and glanced towards the bathroom door, where the sound of running water could be heard. "Gotcha…" He said gruffly, and scratched at his goatee in thought.

Alfur watched closely as Dude made strides towards the bathroom and stopped just outside of it. He instinctively raised a leg to kick at it like he usually would, and then did a double-take and realised that might not be the best idea, considering. Dude shuffled towards the door and heard as the tap kept running, and then tried at the door handle. It wasn't budging.

"Ya done in there?" He questioned, "Can I come in?"

There was a just-about-too-long moment of quiet before Loch's response called out, "Uh- Uhm- Yeah, hang on."

There was the squeak of a tap turning off and then a couple footsteps, then the rattling of the lock being undone. Dude turned the handle, successfully this time, and poked his head into the bright, tiled room.

"Mm, hi…" Loch mumbled, shifting their weight as Dude's eyes landed on them.

"Hey there," Dude smiled, trying to lighten the dense atmosphere,"Everything alright? You're sure up late."

Alfur watched from the sidelines, his attention anxiously darting between the two as they conversed. He didn't know how Dude would handle this if it turned sour… And he wasn't the confrontational type to step in unless things were awful.

'Maybe I should have some more faith…' Alfur thought to himself as he watched Loch's expressions turn to a soft smile at Dude's presence. They clearly felt comfortable enough being around him; that was reassuring.

"I just- Yeah. Sorry about that. I hope I didn't wake you." Loch rambled, façade already beginning to crack as they're faced with someone watching them post-meltdown.

"Nope, I was already up. Going to hit the streets for a smoke, but I noticed you were up." Dude slowly moved towards Loch, reaching to place a hand on their shoulder. His touch was much gentler than it ever had been before, like he was afraid to hurt them. "So… what's up? You can talk about it, if you want to."

Loch's mind was buzzing with all the possible ways this interaction could turn- the remnants of their depressing thoughts still leaving a mark on them.

"It's… It's complicated. Couldn't sleep. Started thinking… 'Bout stuff."

Dude hummed and leant against the wall, "Anything in particular?"

Loch made eye contact with Dude for a second, and seemed even more at odds with themselves than before. Their instincts were to tell him, to let it all out, but there was some blockage there worrying about upsetting Dude in the process.

"Just… some of those old, cringey memories, ya know? Sorry, that's- that's pretty vague." Loch huffed, frustrated with themselves more than anything.

"Nah, that's alright. Take your time."

Both Loch and Alfur were momentarily stunned by this comment- Dude wasn't known for being very patient, so this was… It was clear he was putting in a lot of effort to let Loch get out what they needed to with support, instead of pushing them. A sweet gesture, to say the least.

"Okay, um- Oh, where to start…" Loch sat on the edge of the bathtub and rested their head in their palm. "There was just- there was this time… I mean, it was quite a while ago now, I don't even know why it still bugs me, but it feels like I'll never live it down."

Dude nodded, and watched them carefully, just listening to their ramble. He'd done this plenty before for some of his old friends… And for comforting himself, when he needed it.

Loch continued, "I just- I completely cocked up in front of this idol of mine, tried to impress them and… It didn't go well. I made a complete dick of meself. Guh…" They visibly cringed just thinking about it again. "And then there were others there, people I really look up to, they definitely saw. I know it's immature, but I don't think I could face them again."

"Ah… Is that what it is?" Dude asked.

Loch nodded in response, "Pretty much. I just… I hate being laughed at. It really fuckin' gets to me when people SEE me mess up, even strangers, so for it to be a celebrity- Uughhhh…" They groan and drag a hand down their face, running over their puffy eyes and red cheeks.

"Well, what do they matter?" The Postal Dude spoke plainly, tilting his head to the side. From the angle, Loch could make out the vibrant green of his eyes that followed them, and it made their heart skip a beat.

Loch let out a baffled sound. "Huh? Hm?"

"What does it matter if they did laugh at you, or aknowledge your mistake? You know they've probably made much worse mistakes in their time, don't you?"

"Well, of course. I mean, probably. But… They're, ya know…" Loch's speech trained off.

Dude tilted his head to the other side and raised his brows in a 'go on' kind of gesture, looking to see what Loch could mean by that. He could take a good guess, but it was better to hear it from their mouth.

"I really was- or am, yeah- I really am fans of them. It hurts to think that they could remember me like… that. They're so talented, it feels like a wasted chance, sorta." They hated it, but they felt themselves tearing up admitting this all. Acknowledging out loud that it could be a possibility shattering what was left of their emotionally-stable façade.

"Got it… May I?" Dude stood properly again and asked to sit beside Loch. When he got the 'OK' for it he budged up next to them and pulled them into a cozy side-hug. He could feel Loch's shoulders shake as they sobbed a little, and he hated to see them this way. It took a lot of willpower to stay calm- But he was mostly impressed by how much he could care so much for someone again. It had been a long, long time.

"I can't say I understand, Darlin'... You're definitely a bunch more talented than them, what are you so worried about?"

Loch wiped away a stray tear and scoffed, lightly jabbing Dude in the side before leaning back into his touch. "You're just buttering me up now."

"Well, maybe." Dude smiled, glad to see Loch have a little more fight left in them. "But really, what can they do that's better than you? There's no reason to hold em up to a standard that's higher than yourself. I don't see it… They're not all that important."

"Animation, music, the like…" Loch listed off, trying to think clearly. "I can draw but… They've got- they've garnered a following and worked their asses off. Feels like they're more worthy of- of I don't know- respect? More respect than what I showed them."

"Pfft, through an algorithm of mostly dumb luck? And you're saying that makes em somehow more worthy to judge you? Surely you know how that sounds." Dude couldn't help but poke holes in Loch's self-deprecting argument.

"Well… Yes. I suppose. But…"

"But? No, seriously, there's nothing that you should be putting yourself down for here. I've seen your work- It's goddamn impressive, I'll tell you that." Dude praised, and his cocky smirk grew into a toothy grin as he watched the praise sink in to Loch and bring out a genuine smile. He loved that look on them.

"I guess… Maybe it's something deeper than all this? I'm not sure. I get made fun of a lot- Less than I did as a teen, but still… It's kind of a sore spot to worry about being a laughing stock. If that makes any- any sense at all." Loch continued.

"It makes sense for you to feel that way," Dude started, and rested his chin on top of Loch's head. It made Loch's face flush further, being so close to him in a moment of real emotional intimacy. "You're not a laughing stock. You're a person. Like me, like everyone else. We all fuck up from time to time, some more than others. I mean…" He laughed, "Look at me."

From the hallway the tiny elf was still listening to this conversation. He had perched himself upon a nearby windowsill and listened intently, pleasantly surprised at the emotional literacy that the other man was displaying in this situation. He really had misjudged him, it seems. A satisfied smile grew on his little face from knowing Loch would be looked after in situations like this.

"Yeah, yeah, you're a mess, I know. I'm aware." Loch chuckled. "I- Hmm. Thanks." For a bilssfully quiet moment, Loch realised they had nothing else to refute. Their wounds weren't completely healed, but talking about it all made them feel a lot better.

After a solid minute of mutual silence in eachothers embrace, Loch let out a hefty breath they didn't realise they were holding, and stood up. They stretched their back out, feeling their bones pop with a satisfying sound.

"Yeah. Thanks, really." They reiterate, and turn back to Dude, who dusts himself off and follows in suit.

"It's no big deal. Glad you're feeling yourself again, sweetheart."

Loch let a soft expression fall onto their features from the pet name, and rubbed the back of their neck.

"So, shall we leave this god forsaken box?" Dude asked, offering an arm.

"Hah, in a minute- I'll catch up with you in the lounge, just need to tidy up me face first." The younger man replied, and turned towards the mirror-cabinet above the sink to do as they said.

"Alright, see you in a second."

With that out of the way, Dude stepped out of the room and back into the hall. He looked to his right and caught the eyeline of a certain Aldric, who didn't look nearly as worried anymore.

"So…" Dude mumbled, "you listened into all that?"

Alfur let a guilty chuckle escape him. "My apologies, I did. Um…" He averted his gaze to the floor, "Thank you for that. It was sweet, how you were with them."

Dude scratched at his stubble and looked away, an embarrassed blush rising on his cheeks. "Sure."

"For what it's worth," Alfur started, getting ready to hop off the windowsill. "I'm happy they have you. Maybe I could interview you sometime, get to know each other?" He reached the floor and paused momentarily, still rather nervous. "If that's of any interest to you, of course. I don't want to force you-"

"Alright." Dude answered quickly, his deep voice contrasting Alfur's higher-pitched accent. "That's fine by me. Next time we have a free moment, then."

"Yeah!" Alfur nodded happily, and wandered into the living room after Dude. "But for now, I should really try to convince Loch to sleep…"

"I'll grab the water." Dude stated without hesitation and marched towards the kitchen.

The elf watched him leave for the drink with a happy expression, the action pushing away any doubts he had beforehand. Dude really did care, deep down.

Alfur heard the switch of the bathroom light trigger behind him, and spun around to see Loch heading out.

"Oh, Alfur!" Loch smiled, and bent down to let Alfur climb aboard their shoulder. "Sorry about that, I hope you weren't too worried…"

The Aldric sat comfortably on his lover's shoulder and nuzzled affectionately into their neck.

"Not at all. I'm happy you're okay."

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[silver-heller]

Cuddles for Worden

Some Worden and Kevin fluffiness on a lazy day;

"Hold still now," Kevin said, and I froze as his hands reached over and started to wrap around me. He laughed, the sound soft, arms reaching down and below mine to wrap his around my chest. He pulled me closer, letting me feel his warmth as he rested his whole front against my back, cocooning us. "It's okay. You're okay. See?" He said as he got adjusted. He rested his chin on my head, giving me that cat-like smile.  I put my hand on his, and he reached up his thumb to rub mine soothingly. I closed my eyes, allowing him to completely encase me.

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[sennamybeloved]

selfshiptober day 12 - game night

꒱・senna x seren (s/i)

꒱・reblogs very appreciated!!

꒱・cw: mentions of death/dereality, and slight angst

Seren is roused from her stupor by the Playstation 2 startup sound and the light from Senna's TV flooding the bedroom.

He pushes his phone aside and brings his hands up to his face, rubbing his eyes and scratching over skin with clawed fingernails. With a yawn, he slowly sits up.

He can't be sure what time it is exactly, but he knows it's the middle of the night. A quiet, autumn night where all is dark and still. Expect for the television. And his wife.

He crawls across the length of the unmade bed, old springs creaking under his weight. He finds Senna sitting at the foot of the bed, cradled by an old beanbag and several big blankets. She cranes her head back to look at him. He smiles.

"What time is it?" He asks, eyes darting from her face to the old, boxy TV, and back again.

"I dunno," she shrugs. She begins to flip through the PS2 menu, hopping from rudimentary 3D icon to rudimentary 3D icon. Seren has always found the entire menu's atmosphere to be really unsettling, from the eerie silence to the soulless grey background to the faint overlay of static. He knows that's a pretty common feeling, though.

After sifting through a selection of various horror games, Senna settles on Silent Hill 2. The light in the room dims as the light grey of the menu is replaced with the near blackness of the title screen. He watches her delete an old save file in preparation to start yet another playthrough, it seems.

"More Silent Hill?" He remarks playfully, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.

"Yeah," she replies, a slight, tired chuckle in her voice.

He carefully slides off the bed and into her lap. He worms his way under the piles of blankets, behind her controller, and cuddles up against her body. She's more than happy to accommodate him. She pulls him close, tucking them blankets around him as he snakes his arms around her torso, hugging her tight. She brings up one hand to scratch behind his ear. He melts into her into her gentle touch, a purr rumbling from deep within his throat as his tail swishes back and forth on the carpet.

She presses a gentle kiss to the crown of his head before picking her controller back up. He releases her from his embrace, flipping around so he, too, can see the TV.

Several long moments of loading after ‘new game’ was selected, the opening cutscene plays. Seren curls further into Senna, burying his face in the blankets. He watches with deep intrigue and excitement; he doesn’t play this game as much as her, so he’d forgotten how much he adores it’s opening.

‘James honey, did something happen to you?’

He’d also forgotten what the game is about. Upon the sudden recollection, he cringes moment. It’s fucked, all Silent Hill games are, but Silent Hill 2 really takes the cake in that regard. He enjoys it, though.

Senna is notorious for skipping cutscenes in video games (which is something Seren absolutely hates) but she’s never skipped a Silent Hill cutscene, not in any of the games. She sits through the opening theme, eyes trained on the screen, head tipped slightly to the side, as if it’s her first time playing this. Seren finds her interest in these games to be so endearing.

He does eventually manage to pry his eyes away from her pretty face, though; he knows that staring makes her uncomfortable, and he wants to see the end of this cutscene. The beautiful opening theme comes to a close after some time, and… what is her name? Mary? She stands before James, on the other side of a jail cell.

‘It doesn’t matter who I am. I’m here for you, James.’

She reaches through the bars and caresses his face. It’s a soft, tender motion. It weirdly makes him want to reach up and do the same to Senna.

‘See? I’m real.’

His brow furrows. In that moment, something finally clicks in his mind. He’s always drawn a connection between the aesthetics of Silent Hill and Senna’s personal experiences with undeath. She’d explained it to him once before: the whole franchise feels familiar and homey, in a weird sort of way. From the aesthetics, to the visuals, to the way it piggybacks off feelings of grief and derealization—two things she's all too familiar with. That particular line struck a chord within Seren. It reminds him less of her death itself, and more of her unpleasant time as a spirit and the subsequent effects it had on her psyche. He recalls her recounts with bitter sadness. He finds that even years later, his heart aches for her.

By the time he snaps himself out of his little trance, the game has already begun. The introduction has ended and James has already begun his descent into Silent Hill. From the old, abandoned roads, onto the footpaths that wind through the ever-foggy, low-poly forests.

His thoughts are rather solemn at the moment, so he tries to talk over them until he manages to think about something else.

“How do you think a Silent Hill remaster would go?” He asks.

“Bad,” she replies shortly, eyes never leaving the screen. “We’ve had this conversation before.”

“Yeah, I know.” He digs at the carpet with his paw idly. “But didn’t we see that uhm… demo, a few years back? Silent Hill P.T? That looked really good.”

She pauses for a moment, trying to recall what he was talking about, before letting out a small ‘hmph’ sound. “You’re right. But remastering the franchise would just... ugh, it'd ruin its charm. It doesn’t need a remaster. I don’t even think it needs a new installation.”

Seren hums. He has to agree with her. “Yeah, I get it. A remaster would look really cool, but it wouldn’t feel the same… but still, I feel like some news about the franchise would be cool. I guess I just miss P.T.”

“Uhuh,” she nods, trailing off into momentary silence. “What happened to P.T anyway?”

“It got canceled. In uh… 2015, I think.”

“Ah,” she says, realization dawning on her. “I wasn’t around for that.”

She wasn't around for that. She says it in such a calm, matter-of-fact manner, but it makes his heart sink. She died in 2013, not long before their husband's birthday. She died, but she's here now, and she's okay. That's what he always reminds himself. Though he'll never forget how sad he was the day that P.T released, because he knew Senna would've adored it. He was even sadder when it got canceled. As foolish as it sounds, he felt like he lost another piece of her that day.

Instinctively, he curls further into Senna, pulling his legs closer to his body and nuzzling his face into her torso, her stomach. He looks up at her, searching her face for any signs of discontent, to which he finds none. Tapping into the pre-existing magical connection between the two of them, between undead specter and vastaya, he delves into her brain, her soul. He searches for any emotions her expression doesn't betray, but again, he finds nothing. She's focused. Content. Pleased. Just as he'd expected her to be.

Since that's all that really matters to him, he turns his attention back to the TV.

James stands before a graveyard. Misty and dark, it instantly reminds Seren of his visits to Senna's gravestone. He cringes, shaking his head and blinking rapidly. Why is he thinking like that? She's alive. She's well. And she has been for... what, three years now? Why is he thinking like that? Nothing is wrong.

Senna pauses, taking one hand off the controller to smooth back Seren’s hair; a comforting motion, akin to how you’d sooth a scared animal. “You alright?” She asks him.

He nods. “Uhuh. Sorry.”

“No, it’s okay.” She tells him with utmost sincerity in her voice. It makes him feel a bit better.

She returns to the game, continuing into the graveyard, where a cutscene begins. He’s always enjoyed Silent Hill 2’s cutscenes. They’re dreamy foreboding and way ahead of their time.

A woman—what the hell was her name? He actually can’t remember this time—pokes out from behind a gravestone. He tries to remember her role in the story, because he knows she has one, but he can’t recall anything of note.

The scene plays out. The woman was visiting the grave of her mother. He vaguely recalls something about her murdering her mother, which changes his perspective of the scene, but he finds it interesting nonetheless. The atmosphere is so dull yet so perfect. The line delivery, especially on James’ part, is very dated, but it adds to the effect. The graveyard is beautiful, too. It reminds him of Senna’s graveyard.

He supposes that isn’t a bad thing. He knows she doesn’t think of it as a bad thing, which is really all that matters. He just wishes he wasn’t so hyper-focused on it, but alas.

She died just over 10 years ago. She’s been resurrected for 3, as of today—or yesterday, if it’s past midnight, which it probably is. It was 6 years worth of lost time, time lost to an afterlife of torture and agony. Everyday, he wishes that he could’ve spared her the pain. He would’ve thrown himself in the ground in her stead if that’s what it took. He would’ve done anything to not have the knowledge of her torment weigh on his psyche, on her psyche. Everyday she’s plagued by horrible memories, sinking, dreadful feelings and the fear that she—and this, and everything—isn’t even real anymore. It makes his chest ache.

Though, sometimes he thinks that it’s weighing on his psyche more that it is hers. She struggles, that’s for certain, and she has her fair share of bad days, but she holds her head up high and presses onwards, finding joy where it counts. Seren is guilty of lamenting over her torment in such a way that he doesn’t permit her to forget. He’s tried to stop doing that, at least verbally, but he knows he should stop doing it mentally, too. He saw her emotions and deep inner machinations on display himself; she’s okay, more than okay. She’s content. He knows this. He needs to stop doubting is own ability.

He looks up at her once more, eyes scanning her beautiful, gentle face. Her high cheekbones, full lips, creased brow and luminous green eyes that stand out amidst the dark. She’s beautiful. Oh, so beautiful. And she’s okay. A warm feeling of joy and contentment suddenly washes over him, and he melts. She’s okay.

Everything is okay. This is a good night. With a long, gentle sigh, Seren’s gaze flicks back to the TV.

After a long moment of silence, he speaks again. “You should play P.T. I have it downloaded on my PS4.”

Senna thinks for a while, before nodding, her lips quirking upwards into a little smile. “Yeah,” she says. “I’ve kinda always wanted to.”

Seren smiles back at her. “Well, it’s a plan, then.”

A plan for later, obviously. For now, Seren nestles further into the best of blankets and Senna’s warm as watches he watches her play Silent Hill 2.

#idk what this is honestly #i’m sort of proud of it but it feels weird #【 💚 】 ✦ * · ˚ — death is drawn to life │ r: senna . #✦ * · ˚ — self insert: seren . #lotus writes #self ship community #selfshiptober #star selfshiptober #self ship #self ship fanfic #selfshipping