#(i havent slept in three years)

[elliscousland]

twirling my hair thinking abt the threads tht i have in my drafts tht have taken months to get to

[invisiblyvisiblejay]

at my parents for the holidays which means im doing this rly fun thing where i don't sleep 👍👍👍 and meanwhile all one of my friends (my gf) (no one else talks to me) is actually sleeping so it's just me and my childhood insomnia in my childhood room

[junovrsmp4]

three is not a crowd

OR

5 times Chris walks in on you and Matt fucking + 1 time he gets to join in on the fun

pairing: established!matt x reader, chris x reader, matt x reader x chris

summary: what it says on the tin basically

warnings: THREESOME, PURE FILTH, dick riding, oral (female & male receiving), teasing, edging, over-stimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, p in v, slight degradation/praising, slight angst, happy ending yay

word count: 6.9K

author’s note: im a whore for both of them. that is all. (also this has plot, and is mostly beta read but i havent slept in hrs so if some mistakes did slip thru my bad

1

“Hey Matt, have you seen my-” Chris begins to ask as he pushes Matt’s bedroom door open, expecting his brother to either be lazing around in bed or be at his desk, gaming.

What he doesn't expect is the sight he is instead greeted by, of you, Matt’s girlfriend of the last year and a half, astride Matt’s lap, riding his dick while he leans against his headboard, head thrown back and hands grabbing your hips, guiding you, slowly.

Chris is shocked, understandably, and he should just turn around and book it. Instead, he stands frozen, watching the way your head is nestled into the crook of Matt’s neck, your shoulders shaking. If Chris ignores the sound of his own pounding heart, he can almost hear the soft whimpers you’re letting out at each downward thrust of your hips.

At the sound of a soft, deep groan, Chris’ attention shifts to Matt, who has his eyes shut, and his bottom lip pinched between his teeth. There’s something surreal about this scene, seeing Matt, who looks nothing like Chris, but also looks the most like him, fucking this beautiful girl who’s been on his mind for months now.

“Matt…,” he hears you whine loudly against his brother’s neck, and Chris has to grit his teeth, fight against the urge to shove his hands into his pants and fist his growing erection. This shouldn't turn him on so much, hell, he shouldn't even be here right now. He should have run in the opposite direction as soon as he realized what he’d walked in on, but he’s mesmerized by the way you move, your back arching as your hips move back and forth. The slow, sensual, almost hypnotic, movements of your body as you ride Matt’s dick has him clenching his fists, nails digging into his palms and it’s easy to imagine him in Matt’s place as he gets this view of what it might look like to fuck you. Your moans grow louder, and Chris thinks it might be because you’re getting close, and god, he feels so hot underneath his skin.

“Shh baby, didn't you say we needed to be quiet?” Matt whispers against the side of your head. “Can’t have Chris hearing us, can we?”

At the sound of his name, Chris’ heart hammers faster, and he looks up at Matt’s face, only to see that his brother’s gaze was already on him, watching him with a slight smirk before thrusting his hips up, presumably driving his cock deeper into you, making you moan even louder than you already were.

Breaking out of his stupor, Chris stumbles backwards before hightailing it to his room, slamming the door behind him. It takes all of five seconds for him to get his cock out of his sweatpants, furiously jerking off as he leans against his door, biting into the hem of his t-shirt that he’d pulled up over his chest, and only another five seconds before he shoots his cum all over himself.

2

Chris knows its wrong, wanting his brother's girl. This was never a problem before, because any time he found out Matt liked someone, Chris immediately lost interest. It was the brothers’ code; they never fought over girls, and besides, they always just liked different ones.

You, though…it was hard not to like you, even after he found out Matt had his eyes on you.

Chris remembers the first time he met you, how nice you’d been to him and his brothers, how easily you’d fit into their lives. He’s not going to lie and say he’d wanted you right from the start. It was a gradual thing, slowly creeping up on him before he realized what had gotten him.

You just made him feel so comfortable, and surprisingly, the two of you had a lot in common. But then again, you had a lot in common with Matt, and Nick. And yet, you were so different. You were smart, playful, and so, so kind. You were just the right amount of goofy and serious, and you just, fit well into the dynamic Chris and his brothers shared.

It shouldn't have surprised him when Matt eventually told him and Nick that he was into you and planned to ask you out. It all happened so quickly after that. You and Matt had gotten together and, now you weren't just the new friend that Chris and his brothers were always hanging out with, but his brother's (his brother who was also his best friend, really) girlfriend.

Which is why Chris knows it’s fucked up. Wanting you. And he knows it’s even more fucked up that he wishes he could have a repeat of what happened a few weeks ago when he accidentally walked in on you and Matt. The amount of times he’s jacked off to that memory alone the past few nights is insane, his mind supplying images to create his own version of events where he doesn't run away.

Especially fucked up is the fact that Matt had seen him, had looked cocky that he’d caught Chris watching them, and even that fact hadn’t deterred Chris from chasing orgasm after orgasm to the thought of fucking you, imagining how tight and wet your pussy might be, what it might taste like.

Speaking of the fucker who seemed totally unfazed by recent events, Matt sat across Chris, scrolling through his phone, while Nick sat beside him, editing their latest video. Chris was trying his hardest not to flip the fuck out, but his whole nervous system seemed like it was fried. Nick had already yelled at him twice to stop moving so much because he was apparently jostling the table too much, and Matt had just let out a bemused chuckle without lifting his eyes from his phone the entire time.

Just as Chris was about to get up and retreat to him room, the doorbell rings, before Matt gets a series of texts.

“Oh, she’s here-” Matt says, before shooting out of his chair and rushing to great you at the front door.

“Hey, hey, hey!” your cheery voice rings through the hallway, as you and Matt make your way into the kitchen, and Chris almost chokes on the sip of Pepsi he’d just taken because holy fuck-

You were wearing a short, tight black dress that hugged the lines and curves of your body just right, the square neckline barely covering your chest. His eyes slipped further down to the way the fabric of the dress cinched at your waist, and to the slit at the side of the dress that came up to mid-thigh. That and the combination of tall strappy heels you had on made your legs look…really good. So good that Chris wishes he was between those legs, licking a path up your calf to your inner thighs, leaving bruising kisses to mar the smooth, unblemished skin of your legs, before finally, finally-

Nick hoots just then, exclaiming about how hot your fit looks, pulling Chris out of his daze. He watches as you bask in the compliments being showered onto you by both Nick and Matt now, and can't help but smile at the way you try to hide your blushing face.

So, it’s completely out of left field when he sees you again later that night, sitting on the couch with your hands covering your face but this time it’s to hide the loud moans that threaten to slip from your mouth as you watch Matt kneel in front of you, his mouth pressing kisses into your inner thighs…just like Chris had imagined doing earlier.

It’s ridiculous really, how Chris had been feeling slightly normal after dinner with you and his brothers, because as awkward as he may have been feeling about you and Matt, being around you and his brothers, having good food and just laughing about random shit made him feel really fucking good. Like everything was normal and he wasn't fantasizing about fucking his brother’s girlfriend. Like he hadn't accidentally walked in on them fucking.

Of course it’s just his fucking luck that as soon he’s feeling just that slightest bit of normalcy, he’d decided to go to the kitchen and grab a Pepsi from the fridge at 3 AM, only to find his brother about to eat you out on the couch.

“Matt-” you whine, as your back arches off the couch, one of your hands moving to grab Matt’s hair, the other trying and failing to hold back your moans. “Matt, please- nnggh- stop teasing.”

Chris feels all his blood rush down south and it leaves him lightheaded. The low lighting in the room accentuates the shadows of your body and he can see the muscles in your legs flex as your thighs clench around Matt’s head, trying to get him to move his mouth closer to where you want him. You’re not in the tight black dress he’d seen you in earlier, but in a blue baby tee and black lace-trimmed hipster briefs. There’s an almost imperceptible quiver that wracks through your entire body in anticipation for what’s to come.

Matt doesn't keep you waiting for long. Chris' breathing grows even more jagged as he watches Matt’s fingers push your panties to the side before he runs his tongue flat up your pussy. Chris can't see as much as he’d like to, but his overactive imagination does the job for him, imagining how wet you must be.

Chris feels like such a sick perv for still standing there, watching with wide eyes as Matt (his literal brother) enthusiastically licks and kisses your pussy, and he almost wonders how neither of you haven't noticed him yet. Then again, you and Matt seem so lost in each other, and now there’s another ugly thought circling Chris’ brain, one that makes his chest hurt a little.

He forgoes his Pepsi for the night and quietly returns back to his room, cock half-hard, and his heart just the slightest bit heavy.

3

“Alright, what’s going on with you?” Nick asks him, while his eyes are still fixed on his phone.

He and Chris were sitting on the couch (Chris had been avoiding the section that you and Matt had used during your late night rendezvous), and Chris was idly flipping through his Netflix watch list.

“I don't know what you're talking about,” Chris says with a heavy sigh, slumping further into the couch.

It’s quiet, and the silence makes Chris look up at Nick, who was already looking at him with a curious frown.

“Seriously, what the fuck is up with you?” Nick asks, and he actually looks concerned, which throws Chris off a bit. “You’re usually bouncing off the walls and annoying the shit out of everyone in your nearest vicinity, but lately you've just been, I don't know- I’m like actually worried, did something happen? Is everything okay?”

Chris swallows around the lump that had formed in his throat and takes a minute. To do what, he doesn't know. It’s not like he’s going to prepare himself to tell Nick what he’d witnessed, twice, and how he was feeling about it. Really, how does one go about telling their triplet brother that they’d accidentally witnessed their other brother in an intimate situation with said brother’s partner, not once, but twice, and had enjoyed it, to the point of having nightly fantasies about it?

There were more complicated feelings lurking just under the surface, more than just Chris wanting to fuck you, but he did not have the mental bandwidth to unpack all that, so that was that. It’s not like he had honest to god feelings-

“See, at this point, you would’ve been yapping away-” Nick says, interrupting his train of thought, “-but instead, you’re just sitting there, looking all sad and miserable.”

“Okay, I don't look sad and miserable,” Chris says with a roll of his eyes. At least, he hopes he doesn't. “I’m just tired dude. Haven't been sleeping well lately.”

“Right.”

“What? It’s the truth.”

“Didn't say you were lying,” Nick says, matter-of-factually, in that signature Nick tone that lets everyone know when he isn't buying their bullshit.

“I’m fine,” Chris says slowly, waiting for Nick to stop looking at him so intensely.

“Sure,” Nick drawls out. “You’re also a shitty liar.”

“Fuck you,” Chris grumbles, chucking the TV remote at Nick, who flails to try and dodge it, letting out an indignant squawk when it bounces off his shoulder and falls to the ground.

This, of course, results in Nick throwing whatever was closest to him at Chris, which happens to be an empty water bottle, and eventually they're just chucking it back and forth, cursing at each other in between laughter.

It’s the most relaxed Chris has felt in weeks.

Too bad you had to walk in at that exact moment.

“Hey guys!” you say cheerily, plopping down on the couch, next to Chris. You’d stayed over for a couple of nights now, as you usually do, and Chris should be extremely used to your presence, except he feels his skin prickle as soon as your close to him, close enough for him to feel the warmth radiating off of your skin.

“God, how are you so chipper every morning?” Nick asks, shaking his head with a poorly hidden smile.

You twirl a strand of your hair around your finger, and bit the corner of your bottom lip. “It helps that I wake up to one of the hottest guys ever, and then get to hang out with his hot as fuck brothers,” you say with a smirk, waggling your eyebrows at Nick.

Chris wishes you hadn't just said that because now his mind wanders (more like sprints) to the memory of this morning, when he’d walked past Matt’s open bedroom. He’d heard the telltale sounds of skin slapping against skin, and your voice, whining Matt’s name over and over, which had him stopping right before Matt’s door, eyes wide, mouth agape. This couldn't be happening right? There was no way he’d walked into this situation for a third time.

Chris debates on whether he should just turn back around, go downstairs, out the front door, and bash his head against a tree, or if he should soldier on and just walk past to get to his room.

The sounds were getting to him. His cock strained against his grey sweatpants, creating a very obvious tent. His clothes suddenly felt a size too small, the air around him too thick, and he felt sweat break out on his forehead. He should leave, run far, far away from his house probably, but a sick part of him wants more than anything to see what’s got you moaning this time.

He rounds the corner and is met with a sight that almost has him falling to his knees.

It’s unfair, how incredibly gorgeous you look straddling Matt’s thighs, bouncing on his dick rhythmically, your head thrown back. You’re leaning back on your hands, supported on Matt’s knees, and Chris watches the way your body undulates as you swivel your hips, ribs flaring as your chest heaves. Every gasp you let out is a punch to Chris’ gut, leaving him feeling winded.

You’re so lost in the throes of pleasure that you don't hear when Chris groans out loud, but he knows exactly when Matt hears him, because his head rolls lazily towards him, his hands that had been grabbing your hips tightening, and there’s little to no warning before Matt’s flipping you over and thrusting into you with vigor.

“Does that feel good baby?” Chris hears Matt ask, his voice rough and low. “Tell me how good my dick makes you feel.”

“Fuck, so good, Matt- please, please, please-” your moans turning into whimpers as Matt’s thrust pick up in pace. Chris can tell exactly when Matt hits the bundle of nerves inside you that has you seeing stars because your back arches off his bed, hands scrambling to find purchase. Your fingers clench into the pillow above your head, as you beg Matt to go harder, faster.

Chris’ eyes bounce back to Matt, who’s watching you in awe, and he’s seen that look on his face numerous times before, like Matt can't get enough of you. Chris’ breath hitches, because he wishes it was him, in Matt’s place. Him, worshiping you, making you feel good. He wishes he was the one that was ripping those sounds out of you.

He catches Matt’s eyes just then, and Chris has never wanted to punch him in the face more than he does in that moment, because it almost feels like he’s mocking Chris.

See what I have, what you so desperately want…

Chris holds up a middle finger, directed at Matt and whatever god was up there who’d clearly forsaken him. He had half the mind to just yell but the last thing he wanted to do was embarrass you. So with a scathing look at Matt, and a mouthed fuck you, he walks to his room, the sound of Matt’s laughter the last thing he hears before Chris angrily slams the door and sheds his clothes, pumping his cock to the memory of your voice.

It’s the hardest he’s cum all week.

4

Chris walks in on Matt pounding you against the wall leading to the garage. At this point, it had to be on purpose. The two of you had to be planning this, because how was it always Chris that ended up walking in on them, and not Nick? Knowing his brother, Nick would’ve gone around voicing his disgust at having caught you and Matt fucking, any chance he got.

So, it had to be on purpose.

Matt’s whispering dirty things in your ear, loud enough for Chris to hear every word.

“You’re so fucking pretty baby-”

“I want to ruin you, want you to feel me for days-”

“You’re such a dirty little slut, aren’t you?” and that has you letting out a particularly loud whine. The next bit Matt whispers into your ear is too inaudible for Chris to comprehend but he can tell how much it affects you, because you absolutely lose it just then.

Fuck this. Fuck all of this.

“Can y’all stick to fucking in Matt’s bed?”

At the sound of Chris’ voice, you look up at him, startled, and it’s electrifying, your stare. Chris sees your eyebrows furrow, your lips, plump from being bitten (by yourself, or Matt, who cares at this point), fall open. Matt’s shoulders stiffen for a second, so Chris knows he’s aware that Chris is right behind them, but the asshole just keeps fucking going. And you, you’re still staring.

“Chris-” you gasp, your nails digging into Matt’s shoulder. Chris thinks you’re going to push him away, scramble to pull yourself together.

You surprise him by pushing back down onto Matt’s cock with even more fervor, your hands moving up Matt’s neck to grab onto his hair, pulling hard.

Chris watches you cum on Matt’s cock for the first time that night, all while your eyes were locked on his.

5

Chris doesn't like being angry. He very rarely is. And usually, he gets over it really quick.

Which is why it’s shocking to everyone when he gets cold and hostile towards Matt seemingly out of nowhere, and the anger doesn't subside.

It gets in the way of their work. Filming becomes exhausting, and it leaves all three brothers feeling frustrated and annoyed at each other.

It’s in the middle of filming a new car video when it all goes to head. Nick and Matt had attempted to film a video, but Chris couldn’t hold back the jabs at Matt, interrupting him every time he spoke, insulting him for no reason whatsoever, which only made Matt retaliate just as hard.

“That’s it-” Nick yells, his hands pushing his hair out of his face in frustration. “I’ve fucking had it with you two. I’m getting the fuck out of this car and the two of you are going to stay in here and talk. Don’t even bother coming back in until you sort out whatever-” he gestures wildly between Matt and Chris, “-is going on with you two!”

And with that, Nick storms back into their house.

Chris stares out of the window with his arms crossed, seething. He can tell Matt is looking at him, can see part of his reflection on the window, but Chris isn’t going to give him the satisfaction of breaking first.

Matt, much to Chris’ annoyance, was completely calm and collected.

“Chris-” Matt begins to say, but Chris just chucks his empty Pepsi can at him without looking. He hears it clatter against something (the steering wheel, he thinks), before dropping down onto the car floor with a dull thud.

Matt sighs, and Chris wants to yell, because Chris is the one that should be huffing and sighing, he’s the one that’s tired of all this bullshit.

“Are you trying to prove something?” Chris asks, because he never could stay quiet for too long. “Is that it? What the actual fuck Matt?”

Chris had fully turned to face Matt, who at least had the decency to look somewhat abashed now. His face was tinged pinked, and he was fiddling with his rings.

Chris continues. “I don’t know what’s going on in your head, but if you’re just trying to get me to see she’s your girl, I fucking get it, okay? You’ve made that really fucking clear. Did I say or do something to warrant this shit, because if you think I’m out to get her, I’m not, okay? Jesus- do you know how fucking insane-”

“She wants you bro.”

Chris blinks. He opens his mouth, and then shuts it.

“I used to catch her staring at you sometimes, and there were times she’d just keep scrolling through pictures of the two of us together- you and me, I mean- and…I don’t know, she’d have this look on her face.” Matt trails off. He looks at Chris, trying to gauge his reaction so far, but truth be told, Chris was still trying to process what Matt had initially said.

“What…?”

“Look, the two of us are happy together. I love her, she loves me, but I think she…” Matt coughs out, and it’s the first time since this whole thing has started that Chris has seen Matt this awkward. “She’s into you too. She never really told me, but it got pretty obvious after a while. And eventually, I- I started bringing you up, when we- um, yeah. She wants us both.”

Chris starts laughing. Because he doesn’t know what else to do.

“Alright, good prank dude- I’m still so fucking mad at you but-”

“I’m not kidding, Chris.”

Right. Because why would Matt joke about something like this?

“Um…”

“Yeah…”

And that’s how Chris finds himself back in Matt’s room. You and Matt were sitting on his bed, albeit a little far apart, meanwhile Chris had taken a seat in Matt’s gaming chair. Chris almost wants to call the two of you out on the pure torture you’d put him through the past few weeks, but one look at your face has him abandoning that train of thought.

You look so…remorseful. You’re slightly curled in on yourself, like you’re bracing for some sort of attack, and Chris’ heart melts. The last thing he wants is for you to feel upset, so he tries to lighten the mood.

“So, do you just wanna see which one of us has the better dick or-?”

He smiles as you sputter, eyes wide as you finally look up at him.

“There we go,” Chris whispers. “You’re finally looking at me.”

“Chris…I’m so sorry,” you whisper, lips trembling. “God, this is so stupid, why did we decide to tell him-”

“Hey, hey-” Chris chides. “I think I’ve been kept in the dark long enough, actually. I just wish y’all hadn’t used such a weird ass fucking way to tell me.”

“Well, to be fair, she didn’t even know you’d seen us that first couple of times,”

“Oh, god-”

“-And, we kinda assumed you’d take the fucking hint or something.”

“Yeah, I thought the hint was ‘I know you wanna fuck my girl, so I’m gonna make sure you catch us fucking every chance we get so you stay the fuck away’,” Chris says with a raised brow, staring deadpan at Matt.

“Wait, what-” you start, but you’re interrupted by Matt.

“Yeah, he’s wanted to fuck you for a while too.”

And that's how Chris finds himself with a front row view of Matt fucking you, up close and personal. Matt has you on all fours, facing Chris, while he pounds into you from behind, hard and deep. Each thrust punches a high-pitched moan out of you, and Chris watches, enraptured by the way you take it.

Chris watches to his heart's content that night, no longer worried about getting caught, no longer stressed about wanting to fuck you.

Chris watches you fall apart in Matt's hands over and over, and all he can think about is when he can finally have his turn.

+ 1

They’d had to wait for the perfect moment, a night they could be sure none of them would be interrupted.

They'd been planning for this night for a few days now, and it was finally here.

Chris and Matt stand side-by-side in front of Matt’s bed, arms crossed over their chest as they watch you squirm in his bed, their combined attention making you nervous. They’re both barely dressed, Chris in a black tank top and grey sweatpants, the front of which were already tented from his hard dick, while Matt was just in his black boxers. The low lighting of the room made Matt’s rings glisten as he rubbed at the stubble that he’d slowly allowed to grow on his face.

“How are we feeling, baby?” Matt asks you, smirking at the way you visibly gulp. “You ready for us?”

You sink your teeth into your bottom lip, looking up at Chris through your lashes before nodding.

That’s all the cue he needs.

Chris stalks over to you, slowly, climbing over the bed and crawling over you, his hands landing on either side of your head as he holds himself above you. You lay back, your hair fanning around your head on the pillow, your eyes wide as you wait for Chris’ next move.

“Can I kiss you?” Chris asks, wetting his lips, and he doesn’t have to wait long for his answer. Your fingers thread through his hair, pulling at the strands close to his nape, bringing his lips onto yours. The kiss is heady, a wild mess of tongue and teeth, because you’d both been waiting for this, dying for it, and here it was, finally happening.

“Chris-” you gasp, open mouth sliding over the hot skin of his cheek as he lowers his head to the crook of your neck, biting harsh kisses into the skin there, before tracing his tongue across your jaw.

“Fuck, fuck- you smell so good, I need you so bad ma-” Chris blabbers, his brain-to-mouth filter long gone. He vaguely registers Matt settling onto the bed, leaning against the headboard, as Chris kisses a path down your body, laving every inch of skin he can access with nips and kisses. You arch your back as Chris circles one of your nipples with his tongue, sucking on it as he flicks the other. He alternates between kissing and nipping your nipples, all the while, you have an almost painful grip on his hair, pushing your chest harder into his face.

Matt watches your face intently, seeing the way your features scrunch up in pleasure, mouth wide open as you gasp and whine. There’s a small part of him that knows he shouldn’t be so okay with his own brother having his way with his girlfriend, but it’s almost like he gets a 4K view of what it might usually look like when Matt’s the one doing these things to you.

Chris continues his path downwards, fingers hooking into the sides of your panties and slowly, agonizingly slowly, pulling them off of you. Your legs instinctively squeeze shut when the cold air hits your wet core, but Chris’s hands gently pry them open, staring at you in wonder.

“You’re so fucking wet, fuck-” Chris groans, before licking a stripe up the seam where your thigh meets your crotch, so close to where you actually want his tongue.

“Please, please-” you whimper, pushing your hips up closer to his lips, feeling his hot breath fan over you pussy. You hear both him and Matt chuckle, before Chris has his mouth on you, licking the wetness gathered in your folds. All you can hear is the blood rushing in your ears and the obscene sounds of Chris’s mouth as he eats you out like a man starving.

It’s almost too much, the way he’s sucking on your clit, before pushing his tongue into you, his face pushed deep, you’re sure he can’t breath. The pleasure builds, heat pooling low in your stomach. You feel Matt’s fingers brush against your forehead, pushing the hair that was starting to stick to it from all the sweat.

“You feel good baby?” Matt asks, tone soft, but his eyes glint dangerously. “One of us wasn’t enough for you, was it? You’re such a dirty girl, wanting me and my brother.”

You whine, head pushing against his thigh closest to your head. Chris laughs, pulling his head back to chime in.

“Greedy little slut, that’s what she is,” he says, cheeks rosy and face glistening from the nose down, his chin absolutely soaking wet. “You gonna cum soon ma?”

You don’t even know what you respond with, just that Chris goes back to eating you out, this time, bringing his fingers to your entrance, sliding one finger, then two, into your sopping wet cunt as he licks random paths across your folds, occasionally circling your clit and sucking on it harshly, all while thrusting his fingers in and out of you, causing you to buck your hips up wildly. Your orgasm, only the first one of the night, is fast approaching, and your thighs clench around Chris’ head. The only warning he gets is a sudden yell of his name before you gush all over his face.

“Did you just- did she just squirt?” Chris asks, eyes wide as he takes in the mess that you’d made. His face and neck were now fully wet, and there was a perfectly round wet spot right underneath you. His fingers flutter over your now slightly puffy pussy, watching your folds quiver.

“Fuck, it’s too much- Chris, wait,” you whine, hands moving to grab Chris’ wrist. He doesn’t stop with his ministrations though, fingers pumping in and out of you, prodding at the bundle of nerves inside you that caused your vision to white out. It was fast, intense, and Chris manages to pull a second orgasm out of you before you’d even managed to catch your breath from the first one.

Chris sits up on his knees, reaching his arms behind him and pulling his tank top off, throwing it behind him. He hooks his arms around your thighs before pulling you down the bed, closer to him, allowing Matt to slot himself behind you.

“Can you turn over for me ma?” Chris asks with a gentle pat against your hip. It takes some effort, your limbs feel loose and languid, but you manage to flip onto your stomach. Hands grab your face, tipping your head up, and you see your boyfriend looking at you with a smirk, tongue peeking out to run across his teeth.

“Enjoying yourself, sweetheart?” he asks, voice like dripping honey with a hint of something razor-sharp. “This everything you imagined?”

“Yes- oh god, Matt- I need you, please-”

“You have me baby,” he coos. “You have me and Chris. That’s what you wanted, right? ‘Cause one dick was never enough to keep you satisfied.”

“Ngghh- please, please, I-” you whimper, mouthing at Matt’s dick through his boxers, startled when you feel a sudden smack against your ass, pain blossoming across your skin.

“If she’s already this cock dumb, I wonder how she’s gonna get when we actually get our dicks in her,” Chris wonders out loud with an amused huff, palming at your ass cheeks as he rubs his clothed dick against it.

You continue begging, your pussy soaking wet and clenching around nothing in anticipation for what’s to come, hips arching off the bed while your back dips low, shoulders tucked between Matt’s spread thighs as you lick him through the only piece of fabric that is keeping you from tasting him, from having his cock fill your mouth.

Chris smooths his palm down your back, making you arch your back even further, before he spreads your cheeks, seeing the way you twitch at being put on display.

“I think she’s waited long enough, hasn’t she?” Matt asks Chris, nodding his head slightly as if to tell Chris to get on with it. Chris doesn’t waste any time pushing his sweats down his thighs, freeing his cock. You turn your head back to try and peek at it from over your shoulder, but Matt has a firm hand on your head pushing you towards his crotch while he pulls his dick out of his boxers. With one hand holding the back of your head, and the other around his dick, Matt slaps it against your cheek, amused at the way you so desperately try and get him to guide his cock into your mouth instead.

Simultaneously, Chris is behind you, rubbing the tip of his dick through your folds, gathering the wetness there. Above you, you feel Matt lean towards his dresser, before rifling through the top drawer and chucking something at Chris. There’s a sound of a bottle cap clicking open, and lube being squeezed out, before you hear the squelch of it as Chris spreads it over his dick.

Later, you’ll think they must have planned this head of time, but both Matt and Chris decide to push their dicks into you at the same time, Matt feeding you his cock, pushing past your lips, applying gentle pressure to the back of your head, while Chris spreads your folds apart and drives his dick into you, the tip catching inside you for a moment, before he thrusts his hips and pushes his dick deeper into you.

“Look at that,” Chris says, smacking the palms of both his hands onto your cheeks at the same time, before kneading at them. “She takes dick really fucking well.”

“It’s like she’s made for it, isn’t she?”

Chris fucks you like he has all the time in the world, savoring the feeling of your pussy clenching around him, fascinated by the sight of his dick disappearing in you at every thrust. You stretch around him so beautifully, and you’re so fucking tight, he wonders how he managed to fit it all in you in one go.

At the other end, Matt watches you with soft affection as you suck on his cock, tears streaming down your face from the exertion on your body and minimal air supply. At every thrust of Chris’ hips, you would get pushed closer to Matt, which would push his dick deeper into your mouth, making you almost gag on it.

You have no concept of time anymore, or where your body starts and Chris’ and Matt’s end. You feel like one big mess of limbs, moving fluidly, with the common purpose of chasing your orgasm. You hear Matt’s groans getting louder above you, and you know he’s getting close. You’re not far behind yourself, but Chris still seems like he’s nowhere close to being done.

Pulling your mouth off of Matt’s cock, you circle your hand around the base of it, before stroking your hand up and down, twisting it around the head. You swipe your thumb across the slit at the top while you tongue at the underside of the head, all while looking up at Matt through hooded eyes.

“Cum on my face, Matt, please-” you beg, mouth slightly open, a line of spit connecting your tongue to his dick. Chris' thrusts are picking up, but you keep your elbows planted firmly on the bed below to keep yourself steady for Matt. There’s a tingle building low in your spine, but you focus on Matt, the way he looks at you with his eyebrows furrowed, bottom lip pulled between his teeth. His hair is a mess, and his body is flushed. The hand he has on your head grips your hair tight, and the other joins your hand in pumping his dick. It only takes a few more seconds of that before Matt lets out a loud groan of your name, spurts of thick, hot cum landing across your face, and you close your eyes as it drips down your face, some of it landing on your tongue.

Matt leans back heavily against the headboard, and before you can register anything, you’re being flipped onto your back, face still covered in Matt’s cum. Your shoulders hit Matt’s chest as Chris crowds against you on the bed, his hands now on the back of your knees, pushing your legs back against your chest, before thrusting his dick back into you.

The sudden shift has you blinking back stars, and this new angle has Chris’ dick brushing against your sweet spot on every thrust, and all you can do is sob at the immense pleasure you feel. Matt circles his arms around you, one hand playing with one of your nipples, while the other moves down your stomach and edges closer to your clit. The tingling sensation grows, and grows, your hands scrambling to find purchase on Chris’ shoulders as he thrusts particularly deep into you before you finally snap, screaming as your third orgasm is ripped from you, the force of it pushing Chris’ cock out of you as you squirt all over him, yourself, and the bed, legs shaking uncontrollably.

You’re fully gasping and sobbing now, the intensity of your orgasm wracking through your whole body. You watch through hooded, teary eyes, as Chris leans over you, furiously stroking his cock as he soaks in the view of you, hot and messy, ruined because of him, before he too eventually reaches his orgasm, cum pulsing out of him and landing high on your chest, across your nipples, one spurt even hitting your chin.

The three of you are a heaping mess of limbs after, all basking in the afterglow of a night well spent, tired, but satiated. Matt and Chris lay on either side of you, stroking whatever part of your skin they can reach, occasionally batting each other’s hands away and pulling you closer to either side, like you’re not all squished together already.

“We should do that again sometime,” you say after a long beat of silence. Matt snorts, eyes closed, but the corners of his lips are quirked up in a small smile.

“Y’all are crazy if you think I’m never fucking you again after I just got a taste,” Chris states. “Besides, I think there’s a lot of lost time I need to make up for, hm?”

After that night, Chris gets to have his turn with you, over and over. Sometimes, Matt is present, and the brothers somehow always turn things into a competition of who can make you cum the quickest, who can make you cum multiple times, who can make you absolutely incoherent by the end of the night.

Now Chris had his own reason for always being so chipper in the morning. It helps that he finally gets to fuck the hottest girl he’s seen, who just happens to also be fucking his brother.

author’s note: i put too much fucking effort into an idea that essentially started as a joke, its gonna be so funny if this flops because i literally stayed up till 4 am twice in a row to write this lmao- anyways, let me know what you think! my inbox is open and waiting for your thoughts (: likes, comments and reblogs r much appreciated <3

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[the-monkeies-girl]

Have ever thought of reader and noa breaking up?

I have thought about it tbh im an angst girl and it is my favorite thing to write, imagine this and if you guys are really into it? I can make a full fic: Noa and you mating. Not ceremoniously like his Clan would anticipate but secretly, just for the two of you, just to experience it before the entire Clan knew. Afterwards, as you're lightly placing your hand onto his shoulder as he slept, you found yourself in turmoil thinking of what this meant for the future. You're a human, Noa an Ape. He had a planned destiny, as the Eagle Clan leader. He needed to have their customs met fully, he needed a mate that could support him and understand, he needed to eventually produce an heir, maybe more...

Thoughts are running wild in your mind. You give him one last stroke to his shoulder, placing a longing kiss to his cheek before quietly untangling yourself from him and leaving in absolute silence.

Not just the nest, but the entire Clan as a whole. You leave, hoping that Noa will eventually return to normalcy and find what he needed for a fulfilling life, assuming that you were unable to give him any of it.

The absolute flurry he wakes up in when you're not there. Following your scent around the village. There's a horse missing, provisions are missing, you're missing. He flies off the rails and goes on a massive hunt with himself, soona, anaya and any other ape he can grasp at. You're no where to be seen, your scent dropped off by the river, presumably where you had dived in to clean yourself and get rid of any insight of your smell. you dont want to be followed.

** maybe like five years later? **

you were out foraging with your husband and child - a human whom you met shortly after leaving the clan, never certain of trusting him until you were travelling together for a year. you fell in love, having a child soon after making the choice to reproduce. The summer air was enticing to your skin and you tilt your head back to enjoy it a bit before a blood curdling scream hit your ears.

Your child - screaming at the top of their lungs. you were quick to your feet, same with your husband and went to them, partially behind a few berry bushes.

Apes.

Two of them, from the look of it and you grasp at the gun you had managed to salvage two years ago, your husband going for his arrows. he insisted you keep the gun on you as a means of defense, he was more than able to protect with strength and arrows in most cases.

No, there were three Apes. Your hand slowly comes down as they widened at the appearance of a baby against the shoulder of who you presumed to be the female.

grasping your child in a mirror pose, you pulled them behind you and held the gun up offensively, "We're not here to hurt, just foraging for food."

Silence.

It was deafening as the male huffed out rather aggressively and you felt your arm prickle with anticipation as they drew closer to you. defensively, you slid your child over to your husband who was a few feet behind you and swallowed hard.

your eyes opened wide, your mouth went dry. There... there was no way...

"Noa?" The ape tilted their head in a jilting fashion and stared at you with dead-set green eyes. His lips parted as he stared right back at you, the obvious flood of the past coming back to haunt both of you. Your name fell from his lips. You peer at the female behind him and felt a surge of sadness hit you. It was Soona, and who you presumed to be their child.

You were so happy that he found someone and it was one of his closest friends. you had only wished it to be you instead.

and idk i havent gotten that far yet but it might make for an intriguing series lol if you like the premise, i can for sure write it into an actual fic or maybe two. Also considering it for the customary series lol.

[suwbuns]

E-DATERS! | annoying cockblocks

SYPNOSIS. moving back to korea from america, y/n is excited to reunite with her old friends and make new ones. what she doesnt expect is to find herself reuniting with her “ex-boyfriend” from 10 years ago who she dated over minecraft. what makes things worse? he happens to be her favorite streamer who she has been pinning after for years.

written + screenshots below! (not proofread sorry hehe)

“bro, how hard is it to open the door?”

“can’t you see im trying? the stupid lock isnt working—“

“thats because youre putting it in wrong!”

“well then you try it!” soobin rolled his eyes, stepping aside from the doorway to make room for you to try and open it yourself.

after inputting the 4 digit code, the faint click of the door unlocking was barely audible to your group, arising a sigh of relief from you as its been almost 10 minutes that you’ve been standing outside in the blazing heat. the adrenaline fueled your eagerness and caused you to quickly twist the knob to reveal the house that you and your friends would stay in for the next week.

including beomgyu.

the thought of being able to be in the same vicinity as your long term idol caused excitement to rush throughout you from the moment you found out up til present time, where you found yourself urgently rushing inside and dragging along your luggages to tour the house yourself.

“i call this room!” you yelled down the hallway over the chaos of soobin, yeonjun, and taehyun arguing over certain bedrooms that they wanted.

you chose the room that was right at the edge of the hallway on the first floor, and directly across from yours was the door to another bedroom. it was the one that had best satisfied your taste, yet a part of you chose it wishing by some miracle, beomgyu could be sleeping in the room across.

if yeonjun would even allow that of course.

as the boys found their own respective rooms, soobin and taehyun reluctantly sharing one of the larger rooms on the second floor and yeonjun with his own on the further side of your own hallway, all of you had later gathered in the living room.

“when are they arriving?” you questioned, leaning your back against the sofa.

“tomorrow morning,” yeonjun replied, scrolling through the notifications on his phone. “their plane just took off not too long ago.”

you tried your best to hide the smile that began to form on your lips in order to avoid yeonjun’s dreadful reminders to stay away from the boy, as his meaningless lectures about staying away from him had been all you heard for the past month. you yourself werent quite sure if you would obey his rules, perhaps a sneaky hello or a smile when passing by eachother would be acceptable.

but if anything were to happen, it was not like yeonjun had to know.

the nerves that had found its home inside your stomach from the moment you stepped off the plane never left you. even after the sun had rose initiating the start of the next day, its feeling did not subside. rather, it contributed alongside the jetlag for the little amount of hours you slept.

in fact, it even followed you on the way to the airport to pick up the three boys, and intensified as you stood outside their boarding gate, anxiously clutching your sweater closer to your figure.

you scanned through the crowd of people who walked outside of the boarding bridge and onto the terminal, several unfamiliar faces passing by until you came across the recognizable ones of the three streamers.

“jeongin! beomgyu! kai!” yeonjun called out over the loud chatter in the airport, flailing his hand through the air in order to gather their attention. “over here!”

you caught sight of the boys excitingly running over to your group of friends, yet almost instantly your eyes automatically fixated on the boy in the flannel; a boyish grin on his face as he greeted your friends with an embrace and a handshake, as if they havent seen eachother in months.

“your mouth is open,” taehyun snickered as he nudged your shoulder, knocking you out of your daze. “i think you’re drooling too.”

you sent a glare straight at the boy, failing to catch the three boys that towered over you with smiles on their faces, causing you to jump in surprise once you turned forward.

“you must be y/n!” jeongin said, reaching his hand out to you for you to shake. “it’s so nice to finally meet you— bro what the hell?”

jeongin yelped as he was abruptly pushed to the side causing him to bump against huening kai’s shoulder, not even being able to finish his greeting towards you. meanwhile, another hand shot out right in front of you in replacement of his. your eyes grew in bewilderment, first at jeongin who grumbled in annoyance with his arms crossed over his chest, and secondly at the culprit who now stood in front of you, a widespread grin across his face that made your heart beat faster.

“hi y/n! im beomgyu!” your breath hitched as he greeted you excitingly. you felt your mouth run dry at the unexpected encounter, staring at his hand then back up to his eyes.

that was a mistake, because the moment your eyes met his, you felt yourself getting sucked into them and your knees about to give out any moment. if it wasnt for his hand reaching out to grab yours to forcefully initiate a handshake, you knew for a fact you wouldve fallen to the floor.

yet now you were faced with both his smiling and utterly adorable face right in front of you, and his unusually soft and warm hand making contact with yours.

“okayyy!” yeonjun dragged out as he yanked beomgyu’s body further away from yours, disconnecting your hands from eachother that seemed to linger longer than a usual handshake. “lets get going now, yeah?”

per yeonjuns request (or demand), beomgyu rode in the passenger seat while you were uncomfortably squished in the back of the rented minivan between taehyun and soobin, a frown sprawled across your lips as yeonjun had managed to shoot down every chance of conversation that beomgyu had attempted to initiate with you. in annoyance, you fished out your phone from your back pocket to text bogum.

y/n: this is so unfair.

bogum: whats up?

y/n: my friend is being an asshole

y/n: hes literally not letting me talk to him

bogum: wtf? thats so rude of him

y/n: I KNOW

y/n: also gyu is literally so hot in person i love how flannels look on him

y/n: UGHHHHHHH IM GONNA CRY UR TELLING ME I HAVE TO LIVE AN ENTIRE WEEK WITH THE LOML WITHOUT BEING ABLE TO DO ANYTHING HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO STOP MYSELF FROM WANTING TO KISS HIM HES SO MFING CUTE ☹️☹️☹️

a boisterous laughter pierced through the small chatter in the van, causing you to look up curiously from your phone to the boy with the distinct laugh. beomgyus mouth twisted into a tight lipped smile, a poor effort to mask any further laughs from escaping since a string of giggles had followed his uproar anyways.

bogum: aww i hope you get to talk to him soon

the conversation you and bogum had about beomgyu and your misfortune had continued until the car rolled into the driveway, causing you to quickly pocket your phone and walk alongside your temporary roommates for the week inside the house.

“beomgyu, you will be staying in this room right here.” yeonjun said, ushering everybody upstairs to arguably, the largest room in the entire house. in which apparently, yeonjun’s selfish desires of having a large room was clearly not enough if it meant sacrificing it in order for beomgyu to be as far from you as possible.

“this isnt fair!” kai groaned in envy, crossing his arms while leaning his body against the door frame and peering into the luxurious room. beomgyu seemed overjoyed by this decision, as he teasingly stuck out his tongue towards him. “how come beomgyu hyung gets the room with a king sized bed, a bathroom, and a walk in closet!”

“your room isn’t bad kai,” yeonjun rolled his eyes in efforts to stop his complaining. “i’ll show you in a bit, it’s right across from y/ns.” he added.

you watched beomgyu’s eyes widen at the newly discovered information, rushing over to kai and furiously shaking his shoulders.

“please, can we switch?” beomgyu begged, pouting at the younger boy with his hands still over his shoulders. “i saw the room, and its literally so small you wouldnt even be able to put your stuffed animals on the bed without them falling off!”

you laughed at beomgyu’s futile attempts which brought upon a faint blush on your cheeks, flattered at the thought of beomgyu wanting to switch to a smaller room if it meant being across from you.

“its up to yeonjun hyung, not me.” kai gulped nervously, shifting uncomfortably at the unsettling feeling of yeonjun staring him down from meters away, which earned a dejected expression from beomgyu.

you had already learned to accept your fate that absolutely nothing would happen between the two of you during the entire trip, yet beomgyu had a strangely abundant amount of persistence that seemed to fuel his desire for you. a desire that seemed to have not settled or shrunk even a bit, no matter how many times hes gotten turned down, not by you, but your insufferable friend.

but beomgyu was good at many things, definitely not at getting girls, but finessing his way around annoying cockblocks was something that he considered to be possible.

even if it meant having to slip a messily handwritten note under your door when nobody was looking.

if youre still up once everyone is sleeping, can i meet you in your room? i just wanna talk to you :(

—gyu :)

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A/N. GUYS IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG BUT THERE ARE GONNA BE A LOT OF WRITTEN CHAPTERS SOON 😭 ILL TRY AND INCORPORATE BOTH THO SO PLS FORGIVE MY MIDDLE SCHOOL WRITING AJJDJSJ

[my-starlights]

I. ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ.

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ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴇᴡ. in commemoration of jjk ending: what would've happened if suguru never defected, and... Shoko did? [pt 1 of 'gone like a wisp of smoke']

ʟɪᴍʙᴏ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ. lowkey au :: angst :: hurt :: self indulgent :: sfw :: cursing :: multiple parts :: highkey really bad so m sorry

ʟᴏꜱᴛ ꜱᴘɪʀɪᴛꜱ. Gojo Satoru :: Ieiri Shoko :: Geto Suguru :: Iori Utahime :: Mei Mei :: Masamichi Yaga :: a whole lot of other characters that my 3am brain can't comprehend

ʀᴜɪ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ. I love shoko and she's being slept on fr </3 this is really self-indulgent and i really dont expect this to go anywhere... enjoy. i just havent seen any shoko defection stuff in her perspective and tried to do her justice...

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Ieiri Shoko was a living ghost. Not quite human anymore: just an asset for the Jujutsu world and a slave to the people who took her for granted.

Right?

No, Shoko Ieiri wasn’t a ghost. She might have been useful, but she was just a tool killing herself with cigarettes and sadness because, most of all, she could not feel anymore and simply did as she was bidden.

For all the dramatized moping that Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru did about ‘being the strongest’ and having ‘no one quite like us,’ there was no one even remotely similar to what Shoko could do. And so, she suffered in silence as the world kept moving.

2006 was the year when everything seemed to turn for the worse. But, of course, Shoko didn’t know that; she was barely seventeen, after all, and her biggest worries were keeping her smoking habit secret(-ish) from Yaga, stopping Gojo and Geto from starting a full-on fight because someone ate the last limited-edition dark-chocolate Kit-Kat (Shoko had), and healing sorcerers when missions inevitably went south. It was a boring life but better than most others.

So when the three of them were sent to the gymnasium after Gojo forgot to put a veil where Mei Mei and Utahime had done their mission, she didn’t expect anything to happen.

If anything, she half-expected Mei Mei to blow a vessel because Utahime’s crush on Shoko was getting ‘too obvious.’ Shoko knew how 'down bad' Utahime was for her but didn’t believe it.

Her musings were interrupted, per usual, by Satoru and Suguru. They seemed to be gearing up for another argument, and it was the perfect moment for Shoko to slip away for a smoke break. She did, and they hardly noticed, too invested in their own fight.

Apparently, they were being sent by Tengen to escort the Star Plasma Vessel to assimilate with him. Something about this being so important that two Special Grades were needed.

Satoru made sure to send her lots of photos of the fight, and Shoko gave a half-smile, telling him not to get too hurt.

She didn’t feel particularly sad that she wasn’t invited to partake in the mission. She had been going on fewer and fewer missions anyway.

“Shoko!” Yaga said, gravelly voice slightly out of breath - ah, he'd probably been yelling at Gojo and Geto. “I just wanted to apologize.”

She looked at him, confused, and so Yaga continued:

“I didn’t invite you to the Star Plasma Vessel mission. Tengen specifically requested the two of them.”

Shoko laughed, a fake little thing that Yaga didn't seem to notice, because he offered her a wry smile in return. “Oh, sensei, don’t even think about it. I'm not worried about them, they're great together."

(A little too great together. They don't need anyone else.)

--

The two boys returned to Jujutsu Tech far too soon for the mission to be over yet, their faces heavier than she had ever seen. As though the air around them had shifted irreversibly.

It was 2006 – right after the Star Plasma Vessel died – and even though her death was still a shock to Gojo and Geto, they had bonded over their loss and become stronger from it. Together.

(They seemed to forget who had pulled them out of their guilt-ridden headspace, who had woken them up as they shook in nightmares, who had shoved them into sunlight after weeks of grief.)

It was the end of August when Suguru found Shoko alone. She was puffing a new cigarette, and he strolled up to her.

“Oi, Sho. I haven’t seen you in a while. What’s up?”

“Same old, same old. How… how are you? After the vess- after Amanai?”

“It’s tough, but that’s expected of the job. I have Gojo to look after me.” He took a cigarette from her, making heart eyes at the mention of Satoru.

Shoko internally blazed. She had been there every night when Suguru felt the pangs of guilt, when Satoru felt inadequate for the title of ‘the strongest.’ She had been there for both of them, so how dare he?

(Stop feeling emotions. Useless bricks that bring you down, she thought. You’re supposed to be the reserved one.)

“You also have me, dumbass. You... know that, right?” she asked after a couple seconds of silence.

Suguru didn’t seem to respond to that. He laughed a little, and Shoko had never felt a stronger urge to slap some sense into him.

“You look tired, Sho. Have you been getting rest?”

She ignored his question in return. “Geto, I have a question for you.”

“What’s on your mind?”

“Do you… do you ever get tired of doing sorcery?” Do you get tired of being used? “You’re forced to risk your life every day to save the people that cause your suffering.”

Suguru thought for a moment. He had always been the thoughtful one. “What brought this on? But I guess not. Sure, it gets exhausting, but it’s rewarding knowing that you’re helping innocent lives.”

“Well,” Shoko deadpanned, “surely you get annoyed that you need to eat curses and feel like throwing up almost every night.”

He laughed again. Shoko left him.

--

When Shoko crashed into Gojo, she wasn’t doing well. She had lost weight, and her once-shining eyes were surrounded by puffy purple shadows. She didn’t sleep much anymore, using her reversed cursed technique to sustain herself. Her face pressed against Gojo's infinity, and she stumbled back, perturbed.

Gojo had finally landed himself in her infirmary once again.

Shoko almost laughed when she realized it had been months since she last saw the white-haired man.

She decided to cut around his shirt to get closer to his broken rib: it was fractured and bound to hurt like hell, and she didn’t want to heal through the fabric and waste precious energy.

Instead of using scissors to cut the cloth, she chose a scalpel. Way back when she had started working in the infirmary, she’d been scared of the tiny, wicked blade. But her hands steadied quickly, and soon enough, she was using it every chance she got. She still had many today: glinting, thin silver blades that she had personalized – diamond edging along each assortment, which she used on rotation. They exuded her RCT and sliced through skin (and fabric) easily and reliably.

Shoko healed his broken rib and the scratches on his knuckles, then moved to leave him on the bed when he grasped her wrist. She stilled as infinity separated his hand from her skin.

“Sho? I’ve been thinking. We should go out for yakisoba sometime soon.”

“I… can’t.”

“Heh? You’ve never said no to an outing!”

“It’s been months since you’ve even thought of inviting me to you and Geto’s shenanigans... I'll pass.”

She turned to face him, and he seemed to finally register her state. His expression softened, only marginally. “You look like shit, Shoko. Let us take you out. We’ll protect you from perverts on the train, and you’ll keep me and Suguru from killing each other. It’ll be like old times.”

Shoko didn’t smile. “I wish I had the free time. There’s more work for me here in the infirmary.”

“Shoko…” Satoru pouted. “I don’t want to exclude you or anything like that—”

Shoko tamped down her frustration and smoothed a mask of indifference over her face. Bastard, she thought. You already have.

She looked into his shining eyes.

“It should be a date for the two of you. I’d hate to impede.”

She wriggled her wrist from his grip and left him confused.

--

The one thing Shoko perhaps appreciated about school was that, even though her talents lay solely in healing, Masamichi Yaga wasn’t stupid and had taught her how to fight.

She was a Grade One sorceress, after all. She had accompanied Geto and Gojo on missions early on and earned her title then, but while everyone pegged her as someone destined to remain in the infirmary, Yaga had insisted she train with him.

In those early missions, Shoko didn't wield swords or axes or her hands like her coworkers - Yaga had her find alternate uses for her tools from the infirmary, already imbued with her cursed energy. After Yaga pushed for a showcase to the higher-ups regarding Shoko fighting on the field, the geezers thought it was novel at first, laughing at the image of a surgeon playing a soldier.

Until, of course, they saw her in action.

She wasn’t flashy like Satoru, nor was she as gruesome as Suguru. Instead, Shoko was swift and surgical. A flick of her wrist could slice through limbs and arteries, or send a blade flying faster than the eye could register. Her stethoscope, too, became a weapon, using it to choke curses.

Still, when the higher-ups realized her abilities extended far beyond the infirmary, they responded the only way they knew how – with fear and control.

“She’s too valuable,” they had said. “Her talents are wasted on the field. We’ll cut back on her missions. She belongs in the school; in the infirmary.”

Shoko hadn’t fought them. She’d stood in front of them, a vision of acceptance, silent and unflinching as they decided her fate. But later, in the quiet of the infirmary, she’d clenched her fists so tightly that her palms bled.

Suguru and Satoru, to no surprise barely offered her comfort. Suguru had patted her on the shoulder awkwardly and muttered something about how at least they appreciated her talent, while Satoru – ever tone-deaf to a situation– said, “Well, you hate missions anyway, right?”

Their words hadn’t helped. They never did.

But Yaga was different. He didn’t need to say much. Instead, he simply brought her to the training field late at night, long after everyone else had gone to bed, and continued to teach her.

At first, his drills were brutal. Shoko returned to the infirmary with bruises that Suguru and Satoru teased her about, but she shrugged them off. Over time, she began to move with sharper precision and greater confidence. Yaga seemed scared of her, poised with the tiny blades.

"Sensei, am I getting better?" she panted one night. It had been weeks since they started training together.

Yaga grunted an approval. "Sure."

"Can we continue practicing?"

"Ah, Shoko. You've always been a good one. Well, the higher-ups found out about this--" he gestured at them fighting, "--and asked us to stop. They say you'll run yourself dry of cursed energy."

Shoko inwardly seethed - she had reversed cursed technique, how the hell could she run out of cursed energy?! - but sucked it up. She had gotten training, recieved her first-grade nomination, and could finally escape from the nightmare of the infirmary. But all good things came to an end, and this was no different.

The next night was the last time they trained; no words were spoken but she trained harder than ever. Yaga chucked at her as they said goodbyes. "You've become a real First-Grade," he said, voice gravelly. "It's a shame this had to end."

Shoko didn’t need praise. Yaga’s quiet acknowledgment was enough.

But she knew the missions wouldn’t come. Not anymore.

She was wrong.

--

The last mission the higher-ups sent her on was a test, she presumed; to moniter that she hadn't become extremely formidable after training with Yaga.

It was a rainy night when Shoko, Geto, and Gojo hopped onto a train from Shibuya.

The mission had been a breeze – a Grade One curse and a couple dozen Grade Twos – a challenge to most but not the three of them.

Shoko barely got to fight. Suguru and Satoru had taken care of most of the work, and the few stragglers she dispatched hardly felt like a challenge. She was more irritated at how she felt like an afterthought, even to her closest friends.

The train back to school was cramped, forcing the trio to stand.

“Why the long face, Ieiri?” Satoru teased. “You’re not still sulking because we took the fun part, are you? Come on, the cleanup’s important too. Someone’s gotta do it.”

Before she could reply, Suguru snorted. “You know he’s just mad you killed that little rat-curse faster than he could finish his fight and get to it, right?”

“I was about to get it and she just killed it! I barely even saw the scalpel! Didn't you see how it tried to eat my finger, Suguru, it—”

Shoko groaned as their bickering escalated into playful shoves. The train car was already stuffy, and their antics weren’t helping.

What did help – although she’d never admit it – was how quickly they noticed when the mood shifted.

The lingering stares from older men sitting on the train weren’t subtle. They leered openly at Shoko, their gazes lingering where they shouldn’t, phones out sneakily taking photos or just looking at her up and down. She shifted uncomfortably, feeling the familiar burn of humiliation and anger crawl up her spine.

Satoru noticed first, his carefree expression hardening into something cold. The train car became silent. “Oi, what’re you looking at?” His voice sliced through the air like one of her scalpels.

Shoko smiled inwardly. They had stopped fighting, just to protect her.

Suguru was right behind him, snatching the phone from one of the men who had dared to take photos. He swiftly deleted the images, his face blank but his cursed energy thrumming with unspoken threat.

They formed a barrier around her, shoulders brushing hers as they shielded her from view. Satoru kept up a running commentary, throwing insults at anyone who dared glance in her direction, while Suguru’s quiet menace was enough to keep the rest at bay.

For once, their protectiveness didn’t annoy her. Her chest bloomed, and for the first time she felt like she belonged. She reached into her satchel.

Shoko secretly hid the tiny Grade Two curse – the rat-looking curse Gojo had wanted to kill– and cupped it in her hands. She was slowly feeding it reverse cursed energy to keep it alive but dead enough not to give any alerts to Gojo or Geto.

Thank God for those creepy men, and them distracting Gojo and Geto from the cursed energy swelling around this curse, Shoko thought. I want to experiment with you, little guy.

They arrived back at school just as she finished the thought, and they bid each other goodnight. Shoko made a quick beeline for her room, all while blaming it on ‘the two of you punks taking up all my energy,’ which wasn’t quite a lie. They knew she was thankful for them taking care of her.

In the silence of her room, Shoko shoved energy into the curse, and marveled as it started to revive from its deadish state, shivering and stopping, wide eyed, just as surprised as Shoko.

Wait. If she could kill of majority of its life force and bring it back, then this must be what the higher-ups were scared of. Just as she had shoved the energy into the rat, she then sucked it out. A rush of energy thrummed through Shoko.

She gaped. She had just transferred cursed energy.

If she could half-kill it and then bring it back to life, then...

This! This was what the higher-ups were scared of.

She withered the curse's arm and regenerated it.

She wrinkled its eyes and let it see again.

Ieiri Shoko smiled. She had found her full potential that night.

Want part two? Send in an ask, starlight!

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[overb]

SNIPPET: (how we feelin abt this?? i need opinions bcs im gen so unsure how to start this fic)

SUMMER SUFFERERS

roach: good morning fuckers (3:20AM)

roach: we are en route (3:20AM)

wall: so are we (3:25AM)

wall: and they aren't even awake yet (3:26AM)

doll: i am awake thank u very much (3:29AM)

doll: everyone else is asleep our alarms arent set till like 4:45 but i havent slept yet so!!!! (3:30AM)

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The stairs dug into Tim’s back as he stretched across them, head flopped awkwardly to the side as he watched Alfred open the door. All of his siblings were sprawled across the main staircase, half asleep and very upset. It was 4:50AM, the first day of the Summer Meetup, and Bruce expected everyone to be downstairs to greet their arriving guests. It was a stupid idea, in Tim’s opinion, as everyone arrived as tired as each other.

Last summer Hal had shown up in shorts and one shoe, making it two steps into the manor before slumping against the wall and going straight to sleep. Any expectations left after the first five years of Summer Meetup’s went straight out the window.

The doorbell rang and Tim cracked open an eye to watch the first people stumble in. Alfred pulled open the door quickly, the only one in the Manor actually functioning, letting three bodies in.

They were people Tim didn’t recognise — fully awake people. People dressed in actual clothes; shorts and shirts and shoes and socks. What the fuck. Bruce hauled himself off of the wall and stuck a hand out, muttering something too quiet for anyone to hear. The man smiled at Bruce. He looked ready to talk, awake enough to talk, but put off by the glares all the kids were giving him.

Alfred ushered them further into the room, gesturing to a cleared corner for them to put their bags. They followed his instructions to the T, loitering awkwardly next to their suitcases. One of them — the youngest boy — spotted (the face down) Damian and waved happily. The other boy — the one who looked Tim’s age — laughed when Damian didn’t respond.

Stephanie was next in, unlocking the door with her key before anyone else could act. She managed a smile at Alfred before stumbling up the stairs, kicking Dick in the ribs and throwing herself down next to Cass.

The doorbell rang as soon as Steph closed her eyes. This time Barry, Wally and Bart rolled in. They were all half asleep, Bart bumping into the boy their age as he abandoned his bag. Tim managed a laugh at that, catching Bart’s attention. Wally was already cuddled up to Dick and Barry was slumped at Bruce’s feet, head resting against the man's legs by the time Bart reached Tim. He threw himself on top of him and started snoring, a spitting image of Barry’s own sounds.

Five minutes later Hal dragged himself into the Manor, joining Barry on the floor and passing straight out. Tim took it as a sign to also, finally, sleep, and let his eyes drift shut as they waited for the last group to arrive.

bcs like… i have so many ideas running thru my head for this i have no idea how to start ir

[thegeminisage]

STAR TREK UPDATE TIME. last night we watched ds9's "empok nor" and voy's "scorpion part i."

empok nor (ds9):

THIS ONE WAS SO GOOD.

firstly, i love when we bring up o'briens war history. SECONDLY, i love when garak has problems

i also really really love nog, but cathy was right when she said it should have been bashir with them - he would have made the perfect hostage tied to the pole while the two of them fought over him. we've never really got a taste of the o'brien bashir garak dynamic and it would have been delicious

GARAK STALKING THEM THROUGH THE SHADOWS. very scary. mwah

also, it's really funny that this station IS ds9, they just turned the lights off. i love budget genre television

and, of course, who can forget the failed government experiments frozen in a tube? this episode had EVERYTHING

i also thought o'brien and garak at the end were very chill considering. o'brien like yeah dude i really was attempting with my whole pussy to kill you and garak like yeah i wouldn't have it any other way can you tell the guy's wife that i murdered that i'm sorry and o'brien is like yeah dude no prob feel better soon see you around. like what is it about garak that encourages this kind of dynamic...he tortured odo and then they become breakfast buddies, he tries to kill o'brien and they brush it off, he did that whole thing (gestures to "the wire") with julian and julian still gives him hugs and a blankie when he has claustrophobia. you can say anything to this guy. he tells nothing but lies but won't accept hearing anything less than the absolute no-frills-attached truth

anyway, 10/10

scorpion part i (voy):

SPEAKING OF EPISODES THAT HAD EVERYTHING.

gimli as leonardo da vinci. janeway and chakotay being sweet to each other. janeway and chakotay fighting. borg. disembodied heads. tentacles oozing into orifices. cgi aliens. janeway appealing to the devil. action. drama. INCREDIBLE

three years ago i didn't even know your name today i can't imagine a day without you i'm going to HURL!!!!!!

chakotay like. hey we havent slept. we havent eaten. you need to do that. and shes like sorry can't! and then he's like we cant go through this space we will die. like i've been semi-borged i know how bad it gets i don't want anything to happen to you and she's like sorry we gotta! and he;s like i'll follow you but i can't support this path and she's like well damn i guess i am alone. AGGHGHGHG

like along with a huge dose of actually suspenseful and scary action (it is always is with the borg) AND the cool body horror (rip harry kim and his mommy issues) we also get this wonderful interpersonal drama...and like i absolutely get why she's not willing to wait in the delta quadrant for a safer way to do this to come along. because you could do that forever. i also get where HE'S coming from because with the risk of death so high maybe it's better to accept the facts...that's what he did in (draws hearts) 2.25 resolutions, and just like in that episode, she does not give up, CANNOT give up, because it means facing not only despair but failure - and in this case, failing more than just herself

shoutout also to the scorpion and the fox parable, which i'd never heard as fox but frog, because it is of course in that one show about the teenage canines

i cannot believe people had to wait months for this to have a follow-up in 1997. EVILLLL

next episode........we finally meet seven. i am Dying to see her

TONIGHT: ds9 s5's last two episodes, "in the cards" and "call to arms."

[vanillaxoshi]

Ok the convo between Cahaya and Tok just had me crying….Ik Cahaya accepts the circle of life and death but uk it still hurts

Hey just a request can you actually tell the scenario when the brothers arrive and they see all the arrangement and a cutely sleeping Cahaya, atleast their thoughts and how overwhelmed they would be when Tok tells them that he had worked hard for their birthday and slept being tired!

It would be so cute and sweet!!!

Context

Note: this is before they went to databot

8:00 in the morning

eyes slowly open, he wonders, why is he in his room? wasnt he downstairs? when is today? he firstly took his glasses which also happens to be at the desk beside him, he sat up

he finally checked the time on his phone and realized

yesterday was their birthday. they didnt arrive that time.

all he could do was sigh and look blankly at his phone. he wonders if they're here now, if not maybe he should check up on them with the watch, if it could even reach them. He doesnt see Api, Air, nor Daun in their beds, he wouldve noticed immediately, they share the same room after all

he stood up and decide to check Petir, Tanah and Angin's room

they weren't there either.

well that checks out, they're not here-

He faces Daun, just as he was about to go down stairs

"Daun?" he spoke out with mild disbelief "i was just about to wake you up" Daun says smiling

Cahaya furrowed his eyebrows a bit, confused but relieved, all of a sudden Daun hugged him

"Thanks for preparing that huge feast for us, and dont worry we havent ate a single bite! we were waiting for you!" Daun told him, letting go of the hug he tackled him with

"you were waiting for us after all, its only right we wait for you to eat all together!!" Ruffling his hair, Daun chuckles

"Thanks little brother" He says with a warm smile

"dont call me that." Cahaya softly says

Daun chuckles again, pulling Cahaya downstairs

As Cahaya finally regained his footing from being pulled down to the kitchen, He sees his brothers prepping up the table, the cake in the middle has had the Candles rearranged, the plates and food lined up.

he was then, greeted with more bearhugs, this time from Api, Angin and Tanah. "HEY STOP IM BEINGSQUISHED HERE!!"

"Haha sorry, thats just a big thank you for all of this" Angin laughed

"aww you still have your heart despite all that darkness in it" Api teased

"sorry we didnt come earlier and celebrated on our actual birthdate, but we'll make up for it right now, wha'd you say we blow the candles now?" Tanah calmly spoke out

"i got the camera ready!!" Ochobot cheered out

"I've got the lighter" tok Aba said as he came in the room

"OH! Atok let me do it!!" Api exclaims point ing at himself while approaching the old man, but before Atok could reply tanah had already grabbed Api by his shirt and pulled the flailing Api away

Cahaya let out a snort watching the entire scenario

he was called by Daun to sit down by the cake, he smiled brightly running up to him.

the candles are lit each by color, as every year, the way they blew their candles are one by one

"one!" Petir shouted before blowing his yellow Candle

"two!" Angin shouted before blowing his purple Candle

"three!" Tanah shouted before blowing his brown Candle

"four!" Api shouted before blowing his red Candle

"Five!" Air shouted before blowing his blue Candle

"six!" Daun shouted before blowing his green Candle

"seven!" Cahaya shouted before blowing his white Candle

After that they shout altogether"HAPPY BIRTHDAY" before they would start eating.

Cahaya smiled brightly, he enjoys everything about this. It lofted his entire spirit from yesterday

It might not be their actual birthdate but, theyre here, as long as theyre here. Hes fine.

.

.

.

"We havent really spending that much time with you lately." Petir spoke up walking towards the glasses wearing boy

"you think?" replied Cahaya

"sorry" Cahaya was caught off guard by that reply, usually, Petir would be mad by his snarky remarks or tone

"we'll make it up to you, i heard there would be a mission we would be involved in. After some thinking, and talking with tanah, We'll let you be involved in missions, physically." Petir spoke in such a soft spoken way, when he looked at Cahaya, he saw what he expected, what he wont admit he missed,

A big bright smile and glowing eyes that reminded him of the boy who would always love to share everything with them

"Really??" Cahaya says in full ecstasy

Petir nodded, Cahaya immediately hugged Petir, Petir could only so return it back. "I promise you." Petir says

As they let go, Petir kept the conversation going "since your the 'informant' of tapops or smth... Can you tell me something about tapops? Spill their dark secrets to me." He knugged the boy with his elbow as he continues to kid around

"sorry, Even to family members thats classified!" Cahaya teased as he ate his cake

"oh really, shame." Petir chuckled as he replied

"what about space?"

"really?"

"go ahead"

"Well, did you know space is above or below negative 400 Fahrenheit?"

"that's cold"

"according to some information Tapops had recorded, some froze almost immediately just by stepping out to space unprotected"

"mhm"

"well by our earth recordings, it is negative 400 degrees Fahrenheit, but i think the tempeture is written differently in a book from Tapops, i dont know what it is so i guess i'll have to research more about it"

The conversation went out long, through all of Cahaya's ramblings, Petir never once looked bored, infact he stops Cahaya time to time by asking questions, and Cahaya would happily answer them

The conversation would only fully stop once Atok called the brothers in to create a video to send to their father

"HI ABA!!!"

"We turned 15 yesterday!!!"

"we were late and a bunch but Cahaya fixed up something for all of us!!"

"wish your here aba!!"

They continued for the next hour or so talking about anything to the video, sadly the video had reached its limit and they had to stop. The rest of the day was calm relaxation few events, like kokotiam coming in with presents and the septuplets opening them up with little banters and teasing

They all decided to sleep together in the living room that night, they slept peacefully

[the-sun-princess]

Emi Plays Revue Starlight: El Dorado Part 1

yeah sure why not i'll reblog my thoughts. we'll see how it goes lol. i havent done a live reaction On Tumblr in Years. block #emi plays el dorado if u dont wanna see it

so their last summer....and ofc hikari has already disappeared. tsk

ah class B....are we just gon be a rando class B member that's fine. amemiya backstory! she kinda reminds me of mashiro and tomori lmao just kinda....sorta wrote stories/lyrics n then got urged to make them a real thing. not nearly as shy as them tho

....amemiya and masai and the teacher seem to be narrating from a first year standpoint despite us being shown the 3rd year classroom? lmao masai was a lil fangirl of amemiya's script. cute

huh masai says she wants to be a director but her og interest seems to be set design. which obv they go hand in hand but still

awwwww they fans of each otherrrrr cuuute. they both go 'partner pls? partner?' AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES. I never did think about class B's dorm situation lol.

ok yeh it is 1st year baby B's

i mean it wouldnt be starlight if it wasnt gay immediately. shion and kiriko like i Technically knew that but also i tend to mess up who is who. snort

amemiya just goin to 'masai' with 0 honorifics and when masai is taken aback she's like 'AM I MOVING TOO FAST?'

then masai just immediately goes with shion-chan lol

girls girls i already ship u ur killin me

tbf me shipping them has nothing to do with the VN lol. tho i might end up having to actually draw them for once

stop acting like summer is 'right before' the seisho festival its not i Know the stupid festival takes place late feb/early march

THEY HAVE A PET AXOLOTL?? gimme its name. now

masai is not a morning person. tho at least she slept ksjhksjdhf

el dorado is the new national troupe specialty huh....no wonder mahiru/maya/futaba prob wanted to do it

oo i wonder if sakura or her friends will be in this. or at least mentioned

opening time doo doo

YAY WE START WITH MAHIRU she wants salvatore it's her dream role. well. if im in charge mahiru. i agree. u can have it

maya wants alejandro

futaba salvatore. sorry futaba but since u three are the ones goin to the new national troupe whoever is the 3rd most important i'll give to you. or maya.

salvatore: mahiru, futaba, claudine, kaoruko, junna

alejandro: maya, nana, karen

so many people are going to go for claudine salvatore and maya alejandro first huh

kjhsf kaoruko wants salvatore bc as a kid futaba always gushed about the role. wants futaba to praise HER salvatore

damn nana are u that bitter about junna crushing u in your revue skjdhf i THINK this happens after the movie revues.

yeah this def happens after the movie revues since junna's actin diff than her lil showcase for the newbies. so is karen

sjkhf kaoruko wanted judy's role zulfikar. she does like bein the villain

mm so hikari Did go back to the royal academy. i mean i knew she went back to london but that doesnt mean she went back to the school. diff terms after all

i assume we're technically masai + amemiya in this so i am kinda interested in who the other chiefs are gon pick

alejandro salvatore

karen (didnt care til mahiru oops) futaba | (i THINK art?) nana | (lighting) mahiru (music) maya | (props) kaoruko (stage setting) claudine (production) junna (costume)

kjkjxh props chief maya didnt even AUDITION for salvatore but ok yeah wants her as alejandro now

music chief gushing over mahiru :)

truly mahiru has the best appeal

u cannot follow up a vote for mahiru with a vote for KAORUKO kjhjhdf

kaoruko's niceness doesnt often feel Genuine lmao

alrighty now I get to choose

WHY IS MAHIRU V NANA CROSSED OUT. EXCUSE ME. THIS IS WHAT I ORIGINALLY WANTED TO DO FIRST. E X C U S E M E

starlight sure knows how to be homophobic to Me Specifically

well now i dont even care so whatever i guess i'll just go down the list.

i am upsetti spaghetti

mahiru angy. same

poor futaba gets the shortest stick tho even when she's a lead role she's not the one she auditioned for.

snort nana sounds in awe that junna's salvatore. maya meanwhile is like 'aijo-san if u dont give it ur all i will kill you'

so kaoruko is lord cavallero. papa. futaba is carmencita-

....how tho. nana's miguel. snort. futaba shoots back with a 'it seems fitting youre an assassin' which is hilarious

claudine is columbus, maya is luigi

that does leave mahiru as isobel but no ones metioned it and now im even grumpier. how dare. evil.

:( no its not that jun jun-

kjhkjfhsf junnna

'stop with the gay drama already i s2g'

YEA CALL HER OUT JUNJUN

skjfhsf gon get revenge for karen beating her TWICE at the auditions. valid. i support u junna

junna: i'm vindictive and stubborn like that karen: aha you really are junna: >:O

well that's enough for now

part 2>>

[halogalopaghost]

venting abt medical stuff, tired so it prolly wont make sense anyway

I sat up to type somethingon my laptop and literally watched the veins in my hands become distended from blood pooling. it makes me mad because a quack "eastern medicine" doctor last year dx'd me with ""chi stagnation"" which is not a fucking thing, first of all, but he literally said my blood was stagnating and a bunch of other shit about my chi and all, and I wrote him off SEVERELY because. Blood stagnation is called LIVIDITY and it happens WHEN YOU DIE. I knew what POTS was at the time, but I hadn't even considered applying it to myself yet. Now a year later I'm waiting to be tested for POTS and self-treating POTS symptoms and like. well fuck. shit. damnb I guess mabye he was onto something.

and like...im just tired, man. everything's getting worse instead of better and I know it's probably becaue I had COVID a second time + autistic burnout is a thing I'm probably experiencing i guess. but I can't control flare ups, I can't control when I sleep or wake, I can't control when I feel nauseous or hungry or when I hurt or feel fine. I can't plan ahead for anything because it's a total crap shoot on whether I'll be capable or not. Not if I feel up to it, but if I'm CAPABLE. my feet have been hurting all day as if I worked a few 12 hour retail shifts in a row, and all I did was take a fifteen minute walk. my hands have turned red from the blood pooling in them now. I haven't slept for more than three or four hours in a row in almost a week. I can't sleep, but I'm exhausted. exercise doesn't help, it just makes my body hurt.

im tired. I haven't written in days because I havent really been capable of thinking in days. my brain fog has been so bad that I can't spell really basic words and it takes forever for me to formulate sentences. even when I do, they tend to be rambling and not make a whole lot of sense. I can't comprehend things im reading. I can't sleep. I tried meds and it didn't help enough. sigh.

[quodekash]

i went to sleep yesterday instead of watching the eclipse episode BUT im here now and ready to suffer in a good way from the beauty that is akkayan

bRO

the parallels in this are crazy

the eclipse is filled with parallels and i love it so much

this is so funny, akk why do you keep saying that, hes gonna keep kissing you-

OHHHH HE KEEPS SAYING IT SO THAT AYE KEEPS KISSING HIM

I love them so much

i love the upside down kisses, it makes me think of the spiderman which makes me think of akk as spiderman which makes me think of how transmascs love spiderman which makes me have trans akk headcanons and ghjbdgfhjb i love it

GUYS YOU COULDVE SLEPT IN AN ACTUAL ROOM TOGETHER

YOU DIDNT NEED TO SLEEP THERE

THE OTHERS DIDNT

WHAT ARE YOU DOING

I LOVE YOU BUT YOURE SO SILLY

HES SO PRETTY HOW IS THIS MAN SO PRETTY

this scene is so funny

none of them even offer an excuse or explanation, they just run

what are namo and wat gonna do in the meantime while the others are doing their work 🤔🤔

HUZZAH I KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN

i think we all knew this would happen

WAT YOURE A GENIUS

HE'S MAKING THEM MAKE UP AS CHARACTERS WHICH WILL HOPEFULLY MAKE THEM MAKE UP IN REAL LIFE BC THEIR LINES ARE VALID POINTS

lets give it up for our lord and saviour, wat

pffffft

sorry i know this is an important moment but-

but aye is just so short

and its so funny to me

even tho i know im shorter than khaotung by 16cm

its still funny

"i really want you to see them hug. theyre like two people who truly love each other but believe in different things" GRHJBSGD

i love platonic watsani moments they make me happy

some of my favourite scenes in the actual show are platonic watsani moments

theyre both my favourite characters (only by a little bit tho bc theyre all my favourite characters)

im just terrified of them being coupled together and im so glad theyve kept them entirely platonic and havent changed it at all, cos like for os2 they completely deferred off the seanmaitee train tracks bc winnysatang became a thing, but im glad theyve kept watsani's dynamic exactly the same, it makes me happy

THE TRIO TOGETHER AGAINNNN i missed them

i know theyve been hanging out this whole time but its been ages since weve seen just these three hanging out, their little friend group who've known each other for years, and can read each other inside out

theyve known each other for six years specifically

which is a really freaking long time

thats since they were in... year 6? BRO IMAGINE HOW TINY THEY WERE

AWW

DO YOU SEE NOW

DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHY THEIR FRIENDSHIP IS SO BEAUTIFUL

BHBJHVJHVJGV

"i think people hate or are afraid of something because they don't really understand it" KAN SPITTING FACTS

also gotta love the metaphor

look at how pretty this visual is

guess who im adding to my parents-to-destroy list

IM GONNA CRYYYY THEY ALL LOVE EACH OTHER AND COMFORT EACH OTHER AND WAT'S CRYING AND THEIR ARMS ARE AROUND EACH OTHER AND THEIR FRIENDSHIP IS SO BEAUTIFUL ITS KILLING ME

OMG

I KNOW WHATS COMING

THE HATS

THE FLIPIN HATS

IM GONNA HAVE A MENTAL BREAKDOWN ABOUT A COUPLE OF HATS

THEYRE SO CUTE IM NOT OKAY

always, aye

aye, a summary: pretty

THE BIKES THE BIKES THE BIKES THE BIKES THE BIKES THE BIKES THE BIKES THE BIKES THE BIKES THE BIKES THE BIKES THE BIKES THE BIKES THE BIKES

NOW IM HAVING A MENTAL BREAKDOWN ABOUT BIKES

the gender on these two is immaculate

i want their gender please

NOOO THEYRE DOING A NUENGPALM THING

I KNOW THEYLL BE FINE BC THEYRE SOULMATES BUT NOOOO WHYYYY

"your mouth is messy." "your mouth is messy too" "wipe it for me" "with what?" "your mouth." HHHHHHHH

IM SMILING SO HARD I CAN BARELY SEE

LITTLE CHEEK KISS

i think akkayan's cheek kisses will be the end of me one day

there you go, communication, good job, finally

WHY DID YOU GUYS COME TOGETHER, HMMMM??

ZOOM ZOOM

oh you stronzo

he's finished the song, hasnt he

and hes gonna sing it to akk tonight for his birthday

OH NO

POOR NAMOOOO

all good tho, now he can date wat

sorry im being insensitive

i hope he feels better soon

am i crying because of how much i love these two human beings? maybe.

OMG FILM TIME

JGHSDKGEUISJDFGVOIERJDHGOIREJBDL

WAT IS SO FREAKING TALENTED

i find it so funny that theyre all peeing together

also having a wall separating the urinals is so smart why is that not a thing everywhere

ah shoot i ran out of images again, hang on

[fappellmoan]

so. good morning. it is 4pm. getting a real good start on the day. so right had a fun night im really glad i went out w friends instead of rotting remind me of that when i avoid going out past 6pm bc it's cold and dark. passed out on my friends couch after we went to a silly little costume party and then left (i made top 3. or 4 in musical chairs btw) and went to a gay bar. ran into my freshman year roommate and this girl. ive mentioned her before shes like the one my friend made out w last semester and is tangentially friends with film girl. idk why im telling u all this like ur keeping tabs but it's important to the local dyke lore anyway i apparently talked to her and my one masc gf from campus/instagram a lot and i think they're having a thing. who knows. not me thats for sure. there were some hot hopefully lesbians but i was not with it enough to be making any kind of move also so many of them were coupled up why r u at the CLUB go home and let the ceiling fan fall on u wtf. anyway so then i came home to take a 'nap' and slept on and off for three hours. and now im here. and i need to get stuff together for my senior film and i think my situationship is mad at me bc i havent been texting and it's weird bc once again we're in similar circles and they mentioned it during a production meeting with my friend and it's like homie respectfully. i do not have the time to be worried about your feelings and you have NO RIGHT to be pissed you 'dont know whats going on' with my film/life like idk... idk if im being mean it's just like i dont feel like i can really just relax and have fun with it being a casual thing bc they're secretly resentful and waiting for when ill have more time to Really Date. which i dont want! anyways. this post is long and got away from me but i needed to update. i promise it was closer to 4pm than 5 when i started typing jesus.

[goofygooberton]

Thanks for the tag @feralgodmothers ! I am finally using tumblr on my laptop so i can actually copy/paste this and do this :P

Rules: Bold the ones that are true and tag 15 people to do it.

Appearance

i’m over 5’5” // i wear glasses/contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing (tbh this doesnt matter that much to me but my clothes have gotta be soft)// i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes// i have dyed or highlighted my hair (dyed my hair for the first time this year and I've already done four different colors haha. Currently it's pink)// i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear make-up // i don’t often smile // i am pleased with how i look// i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backwards

Hobbies & Talents

i play a sport// i can play an instrument // i am artistic // i know more than one language //i have won a trophy in some sort of competition// i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own (girl noooooo i would die after maybe a week. Also depends on the environment, I'd obviously last alot longer in a place with a reasonable amount of water) //i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks // i can do a handstand

Relationships

i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year // i have a crush (honestly I dont know how to classify whatever feelings are going on atm lmao. but it's towards fictional characters so it doesnt really matter :)) // i have a best friend i have known for ten years (not quite but its coming up on ten years, damn the time flies)// my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have a long distance relationship // iam an only child// i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online

Nature

i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sun rise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars (I wish! this is def going on the bucket list) // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching (oooo I havent done that in ages) // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colours (only if im drawing haha) // i find mystery in the ocean (who doesn't! it's like outer space, but down) // i enjoy hiking on nature paths (I love you, hiking) // autumn is my favourite season

Misc.

i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend // i live by a certain quote // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift // i believe in true love//i make up scenarios to fall asleep (oh boy do I do this)// i sing in the shower (on occasion)// i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial (well multi-ethnic technically depending on how you distinguish race) // i am a redhead // i own at least three dogs

Okay fifteen people here we go: @noelpilled @gsdfuogsdojp @ishouldfindarealjob @2offayyo-kzt @albarnmylove @snorzyy @queenandtheboosh @tommeetenspookie @trainstationdweller @gaycostanzas (what a username, and they're absolutely right) @too-many-ships-to-fit-in-one-url @bedroomcloset @startrekkingintheshadows @elie12-4 @augbesian

No pressure ofc! have fun :)

[cricketnationrise]

Bold All That Apply

Thanks for the tag @cha-melodius

APPEARANCE: i’m under 5’5” // i wear glasses/contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear make-up // i don’t often smile // i am pleased with how i look // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backwards

HOBBIES AND TALENTS: i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition // i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks (if i can afford it) // i can do a handstand

RELATIONSHIP: i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for (more than) ten years // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have a long distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online

AESTHETICS: i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sun rise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colours // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season 🍂

MISCELLANEOUS: i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend// i live by a certain quote// i like the smell of sharpies //i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift // i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep //i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least three dogs

this was fun i havent seen this one before

No pressure tags: @the-lincyclopedia @porcupine-girl @appalamutte @freebooter4ever @montrealmadison @thoughtsofthegirlwiththecurl @xthelastknownsurvivorx @princesseugenefitzherbert @rmd-writes

[seedlessmuffins]

was tagged by @yudgefudge and @mebiselfandi a while ago, thank you so much loves i really appreciate it!!

rules: color the ones that are true and tag fifteen (15) people

appearance:

I’m over 5’5" (1.67m)// i wear glasses/contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear make-up (only mascara does that count?) // i don’t often smile // i am pleased with how i look // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backwards

hobbies and talents:

i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition // i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim (my sport !!) // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks (i travel back and forth from my hometown to school does that count?) // i can do a handstand

relationship:

i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have a long distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online

aesthetics:

i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sun rise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colours (synethesia stuff etc etc) // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season

Miscellaneous:

i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend // i live by a certain quote // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift // i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least three dogs

i think everyone has done this already because i am chronically late to do tag games but if you havent & you want to, please tag me i love these!