#okay its 3am and I am so tired

[pawubits]

ok guys dont freak out but. grian fanart.

I DID SAY THIS WAS AN MCYT BLOG,,,OKAY,,

(btw this is fanart for a fic called "Healing Is a Four Letter Word" made by Hypno_cat over on ao3!)

[stinkrascal]

e_e im losing my ability to sleep for more than 4 hours at a time it seems

[silenttrxxs]

choi san! x reader

best friends to lovers! nsfw, smut. 18+ NO MINORS!!

3am, the time read on your phone, you groaned loudly rolling back over and pulling the duvet back over your head as you sighed. Why the fuck your phone was ringing at 3am was beyond you... you sighed when the ringtone ended and silence fell over the room again. You smiled to yourself and gave into the wave of tiredness that spread through your body. Growling, you got up picking up your phone and putting it on speaker as you grabbed a blanket wrapping it around you sliding your slippers on and trudging to the kettle as you spoke on the phone. "san i swear on anything that may be above this better be good or im personally going to string you up and gut you its 5am" you growled into the phone. Giggling a little as you heard him suck in a slight breath as your tone shocked him. "s-sorry y/n but im outside and i need you packed and ready in 2 hours okay, i brought you your favourite snacks and drink now open up please" he spoke as he picked up the bag and stood ready to be let into your home.

"youre lucky i have a soft spot for you and you know a way to bribe succesfully" you said opening the door and smiling hanging up the phone.

you took the bag and put it on the table as you wrapped your arms around sans shoulders, hugging him tightly.

"i have missed you san-san but why this early you know i like my sleep" you spoke stepping back and grabbing a cookie and taking a sip of your drink. san stood there, watching your every move and smiled.

"well i thought since the company has finally allowed us time to go away for a while i thought who best to spend time with than my best friend. And plus you get sick and tired living with hwa and mingi after a while" san says laughing a little. "right so i have 2 hours to pack for what exactly" you scoff pulling the blanket of and walking back to the bedroom pulling out your suitcase and not so graciously throwing it onto your bed. You turnt to your wardrobe grabbing your underwear and rolling it up putting it in and your toiletry bag, pulling out a multitude of clothes out and rolling them up. "well where are we going then sannie?" you question as you look over at san who is pulling out your makeup and putting it into a bag for you.

"hmm ill tell you when we get there..." he says shrugging his shoulders.

"b-but" you gasp and give him a puppy dog look, trying to get him to break and tell you.

"excuse me you think that works, i deal with wooyoung on a daily basis im indestructible to that charm darling" san giggles and pats your head placing the bag in your suitcase and helping you to zip it up.

You both walk to the car, san taking the suitcase from you and lifting it setting it into the boot of his car before opening the door and ushering you into the passenger seat. He starts the car and looks at you, "you better have your passport thats all im saying madam" he laughs as you pick up your bag and root through it, you make a noise that makes san jump as you hold the passport up and put it back. "okay so its abroad hmm... interesting" you say as you fumble with the stereo and put some music on, enjoying the journey to the airport.

you both arrive pulling out your suitcases and giggling together as you help tuck sans hair into his hat and adjust his mask, walking to the terminal. You try to guess the destination but you're dragged away from every sign and each time the tanoi announces a boarding san is quick to cover your ears and shake his head laughing.

"this isn't fair you know, you could be leading me to my own death and ... stupidly id be traipsing along like a lost puppy" you roll your eyes and cross your arms.

"what if i am, what would pouty little y/n do about it huh, they love their sannie too much to say a word" san says in a teasing tone.

"god i could just slap you right now" you joke and smile a little as you watch the way his eyes crinkle as he laughs with you.

san jumps as he covers your ears as your boarding is announced he covers your eyes as he leads you onto the plane. "thank you thank you she isnt to know where we are going so im gonna cover her eyes till were seated" he says to the staff as they ask what hes doing.

you laugh as you get guided to the seat of the plane and once sat you look around, youre sat in first class with san, milan posters everywhere. " San you didnt" you gasp out as you realise where you both are going.

"oh yeah its beautiful there and i have always wanted to bring you but its been a busy season lately and i never got the chance" san says.

"now get some rest ill wake you when we get there" san says patting his shoulder as you rest into his hold on the plane, he puts on a movie and holds you tight enjoying the journey with you.

time skip

you both arrive in milan. the city lights shinging brightly as you exit the airport together, you look over to san as he ushers a taxi. youj gasp as he speaks fluent italian.

"ciao sì, potrei avere un taxi per 2 per favore" he says and you roll your eyes a little trying to will away the blush that creeps on your cheeks before he turns to you.

"dai allora amore mio" he says look at you as he smiles. noticing the slight red tinge to your neck. "someone likes my italiano" san says as he loads the suitcases into the taxi with your and opens the door as he slides in next to you.

you shove him a little as he gets in and sigh relaxing a little as you enjoy the trip. You gasp loudly as san speaks pointing to the building your getting closer to the hotel beautifully traditional. "were here mi amor" he says as he helps you out the taxi and grabs the suitcases, thanking the driver and paying him.

"now lets go and see the room" he says excitedly as you follow behind taking in the decor of the hotel, the walls splayed with dolce and gabbana photos. "is this what i think it is san-ah" you ask. trailing behind san as he opens the door to the penthouse suite.

"come on then dont just stand there with your jaw on the floor" he says pulling you into the suite and laughing.

"san what the fuck do you think your doing... this place..." you say your thoughts trailing off as you take in the view. Your suitcases dealth with and a whiskey being poured and a glass of red wine passed to you.

"here" san says passing the drink to you and smiling as he wraps his arm around your waist as you both look out the window, san takes the glass of whiskey and smiles, his attention being diverted to your face as you sip the wine. He takes in the flush that spreads across your neck and up into your cheeks as his hand squeezes your waist a little testing your will a little.

"its beautiful isnt it" he says his eyes glistening with a look that you had never seen before. "s-san" you breathe out turning slowly, sans lips ghosting over yours as you sucked in the breath his lips were on yours. The way your lips melded together sent shivers to course through your veins. Your body heating up with the feeling of his hands wandering across your body. You spent years trying so hard to keep your feelings at bay, keeping the relationship you held with him at an arms length not wanting your heart to get broken yet again with the feeling that he may have not felt the same way but this pang in your heart being struck away as your mind was filled with the feeling of his tongue ghosting across your lips silently asking for entrance. You opened your mouth allowing him entrance, your hands gripping onto his shirt the glasses of drink long forgotten as your body was lifted from the ground. The air only thickening with desire and lust as you found your body thrown onto the bed. The cool air hitting your body as sans skilled has made ease of removing your layers.

You whine into his mouth as his hands grip into your skin, the pain making you hiss slightly you was sure his touch was going to leave a trail of marks in its wake. You smiled as you locked your gaze with his, noticing the unmistakable feeling of his arousal pressing against your core. You let out a moan, the noise causing san to buck his hips into you, wanting nothing more than to hear more of your noises as he took his time to unravel you from the inside out.

"fuck youre beautiful like this" he breathed out as he sat up, his gaze falling over your body, taking the look beneath him in like the smoothest whiskey he had ever drank. His thirst becoming unquenchable until he has his lips on you. He groaned as he felt your hands reaching for him, gripping into his thighs as your nails scratched into the skin, the burn setting aflame something animalistic in him. He gripped you, pushing your legs apart, moaning as your pussy clenched around nothing, the arousal leaking out of you in waves, he licked his lips as he smirked. moving his body weight to the end of the bed, pulling your weight with him, his face finding purchase between your thighs, drinking in the sweet scent that fell from your body the closer he got. He turnt his head licking a stripe along your thigh, his teeth biting into your thigh, the feeling igniting something inside you that you didnt know was there. You gripped into sans hair tugging harshly, his face now close to your aching core. "so needy arent we baby" he breathes out before licking a slow stripe along your folds, your arousal coating his tongue as his hands grip into your thighs ensuring you stay still, only allowing your hips to buck as he teased your clit with a smirk places across his face. You moaned loudly his name spilling from his lips as he brought you closer and closer to the most intense orgasm you have had in a while, your sight becoming hazy as you felt the familiar knot tightening in your gut, the wave coursing through your body only to be ripped away as he lifted his head, moving to stand, his fingers gently caressing your folds as he collected your arousal on his fingers and stroking himself, you blinked as your body was tossed around, now on your knees as he pulled your hips off the bed, bending you over it as he lined up with your entrance, pushing himself inside you as your walls clenched around his throbbing cock. He felt himself bottom out, the warmth of you covering him in a hazy feeling as he moaned at the feeling his hands stroking your back, pulling you up slowly, the angle making you both moan loudly.

You gasped, moans falling from your lips as he thrusted into you slowly the burn of the stretch long forgotten and your body aflame with pleasure as you felt his hands gripping into your hair tugging harshly as he used his other hand gripping into your hip his thrusts becoming harsher, you whined as he groaned his grip on you getting harder as he chased his own pleasure with you.

"fuck baby you feel so good, p-please" he breathed out, the way he spoke causing you to clench around him. A hiss leaving his body as he abused your hole.

"let me cum inside you please baby i need to feel your cunt milk me" he hissed out as his hips thrusted into you harder. You whined louder his name becoming the only vocabulary that you knew in this moment. You clenched around his throbbing cock as a silent agreement. Feeling the way you clenched around him he moaned loudly, releasing into your core, his seed pouring out mixing with your own release around his cock, his attack not stopping as he fucked both your arousals back into you, the overstimulation causing you both to hiss as the feeling. "fuck baby" he breathed out as he pulled out of your abused cunt.

you turn around slowly, the thin layer of sweat covering his body making him look more heavenly than you ever dreamed of. "i- i have no words" you breathed out trying to contain how your heart wished to pour itself into him.

"lets go take a shower and talk about that after hows that sound" san says lifting your body from the bed, helping you to the shower.

[literaila]

can we get one of those scenarios where gojo does go to reader's dorm at 3am to go get sweets?

before you came to jujutsu high, you were a very patient person.

your temper was long, if anything. a stretchy sort of thing that was folded in the hands of people who didn’t deserve it.

it took a lot to get you worked up—some might even say that you were a people pleaser. if you had a certain… distaste for anyone or anything, well that was between you and your brain.

before you came to jujutsu high, that is.

because now it takes less than a knock on the door for your irritation to rise from your chest into your eyes. stress headaches have become a newfound acquaintance.

“what?” you hiss, opening your door to be met with—to no one’s surprise—a giddy grin and a sliver of eyes so bright it makes you want to puke.

so yeah. things have changed.

it wasn’t even one knock this time, though, but at least four different pounds, each one luring you even further into the cloud of homicidal thoughts.

at least no one will blame you in jail.

“is that how you answer your door?” satoru asks, leaning against the jam, so tall it hurts your soul.

“gojo,” you say, sweetening your rough, still-sleeping voice. “unless you’re here to tell me that someone’s dead, i’m going to break your nose.”

you didn’t used to be this violent, you swear. there’s just something about him—

satoru pinches your cheek fondly. “you’re such a joy to be around. even with your bed head.”

“did someone die?”

“yes,” satoru adjusts your shirt for you, kindness a silly thing he likes to wear occasionally. “my stomach. its rotting away.”

“good for you. goodnight.”

and you move to close the door, but satoru has always been faster than you. his foot is there, and you could break it, but you won’t.

god knows why.

“c’mon, sleeping beauty,” he whines, “i want bad ice cream.”

“then go get some.”

“i want company while i eat it.”

“don’t you have other friends or something? it’s..” you turn, blinking in the dark. “1:34 am.”

gojo grins. “snack time,” he says, simply.

you groan, missing when life was simple and no one talked to you unless you were making a mistake. “i’m tired. you woke me up, and i was having a good dream, too.”

“about me?”

“about something i don’t remember because,” you scowl at him, “you woke me up.”

“i didn’t want you to miss out.”

“if you keep smiling at me like that, i’ll—“

you stop, mostly because you don’t know what you’ll do.

“are you trying to sweet talk me? because it’s working.”

“no.”

gojo laughs. “get dressed. unless you want to wear your… care bear’s shirt.”

“go with geto,” you say, trying to shut the door again. it only succeeds in making satoru flinch just briefly.

which is enough to feed the vicious animal in your head.

“he’s just not as cute as you, though.”

you scoff. “stop trying to manipulate me.”

“but it always works so well.”

and is he wrong?

…no. but who can blame you for falling victim to his whims? satoru has spent his entire life being waited on, being given every little thing he could possibly want.

and he seems to want you.

it’s such a unique, bewildering feeling that you have to follow through. you can’t let something like affection go to waste.

the girl you were a year ago would scream for this very moment. she would be at satoru’s door, hugging his leg like a child.

(and if he’s a little bit… okay to look at. well. at least there’s one plus to this arrangement).

“i’ll even wait for you to get dressed,” satoru says like it’s a generous offer. “can’t you hear the ice cream calling?”

and then he leans in, eyes peering into yours over his ridiculous shades.

his hair is a bit messier than usual this late, his mouth a terrifying pink.

some small part of you wants to desperately to lean a little bit closer. to push this even further. so what if you need more convincing? so what if he owes you something?

so what if you can’t say no to him?

it has nothing to do with the itchy feeling in your chest, or the giddy fog in your brain.

(god, satoru makes you feel… something else. different than a human, but nothing more than a prize. he makes you feel like you are something other—like you’ve been the problem this entire time—but in a good way.

satoru sees you as something to behold.

you’re the god of this small thing.

and it’s wonderful. its infuriating and painful, and still you’d rather die than attempt to let it go.)

so what?

“fine,” you almost gasp. “but you’re buying.”

gojo clasps his hands together in satisfaction. “we’ll see,” he sings.

“ten minutes,” you tell him, trying to shut the door.

“five,” he whispers back, so sweetly.

and then satoru flashes his teeth at you, so different from anything else.

your responding nod is just unconscious at this point.

[mitsuristoleme]

hope i never lose you

pairing: gojo satoru x geto suguru x reader

cw: post the events of hidden inventory but pre kfc breakup, implications of depression, mentions of death/almost dying, mention but not graphic description of blood, thoughts of killing/genocide by suguru, arguments, crying/breakdowns, they’re all whipped, hurt/comfort, smut, oral sex (male receiving), 4.5k words (this was NOT supposed to be this long but woohoo??)

part of my au- This Side of Paradise

for more from this au check out my masterlist

It was 3AM when you finally dragged your exhausted body to your dorm room.

Ever since Amanai’s death (or as the higher ups called it “the incident with the Star Plasma Vessel), you and your boyfriends, Satoru and Suguru, were being worked to the bone, a new mission popping up seemingly every few hours.

All three of you had been promoted to special grades and the pressure was unreal. Missions that should have been handled by adults with more experience were being handed off to you in view of your “superior abilities”.

You didn’t remember the last time the three of you had even seen each other for longer than 30 minutes. You missed them. Terribly.

Most of the measly time you were together was spent doing mandated training to hone Satoru’s Limitless. To help him step into his role as ‘The Strongest’.

You were tired. So tired.

Not to mention the nightmares plaguing your mind every night. Satoru’s head dismembered from his body, him never having the epiphany that led him to acquire reverse cursed technique. Suguru’s chest cleaved open, him never making it to Shoko. And you, bleeding out from the slash in your stomach before ever making it to any of them.

You’d been waking up in tears streaming down your face for days, the image of the lifeless bodies of your boyfriends seared into your mind like a brand.

Kicking off your shoes, your eyes roved over the room, a habit you’d developed after the man who killed Amanai broke into the Jujutsu High barrier.

Wow, you’d really let it get messy.

Your hands stopped halfway through unbuttoning your uniform jacket as you realised you weren’t in your room. Muscle memory had apparently led you right into Suguru’s dorm room.

His door wasn’t locked? Strange.

He wasn’t in bed? Even stranger. Normally Suguru was very particular about his beauty sleep.

Why was his room a mess?

Panic clutched at your heart, fear digging in its sharp claws, your pulse pounding loudly in your ears. Your legs hurriedly moved of their own accord as you threw back his sheets in the hope that he was there. Not gone. He was still here, right? He had to be.

No.

No?

nononononononononononononono.

“Y/N? What’re you doing here?”

Suguru’s voice dragged you out of your panicked rush of thoughts.

“Oh my god, you’re alive,” you choked out, reaching for him to pull him against you, a physical reassurance to yourself that he was still there. That your nightmares weren’t true.

“I-“ his arms looped around your waist hesitantly, “Of course I am. Are you alright?”

“Mhmm,” you mumbled, nodding against where your face was buried into his bare shoulder.

Wait…

“Why are you naked?” you inquired, eyeing the towel covering his lower body. Why did he look so weak?

Your hands moved to gently cup his face, “Sweetheart, have you been eating? You don’t look okay.”

Suguru flinched at your touch, looking like a deer trapped in headlights and for the first time in the year and a half you had been dating him, you saw Geto Suguru at a loss for words.

He squirmed in place letting your concerned eyes trail over his greasy barely-taken-care-of hair, his red, puffy eyes and his dark circles.

“Sugu…”

Before you could voice any further concern, the door to the room was flying open to reveal an incredibly disheveled Satoru, his cheek dripping with blood.

There was a tense moment where the three of you stared at each other until Satoru came barrelling towards the two of you, engulfing you into his lanky arms.

A light ‘oomph’ escaped Suguru’s mouth as his knees buckled and he face planted right into Satoru’s chest.

“You’ve got blood on you,” you mumbled into Satoru’s uniform. He hummed in acknowledgment, dipping his head to press a gentle kiss to your head, another one to Suguru’s bare shoulder.

“‘S not mine,” he said simply, offering no further explanation. His hand slipped under your uniform shirt to rub at the small of your back, the other one lazily moving to scratch Suguru’s scalp. “Why’re you naked Sugu?”

Suguru lazily raised his eyes to meet your blue eyed boyfriend’s gaze from where he’d basically melted into his side, “Jus’ took a shower.”

“Yeah? Then why’s your hair all greasy and stinky?”

“No reason,” the raven snapped, his posture stiffening as he moved to pull away from the hug. His tone was sharp. Nothing like you’d ever heard him use with you or Satoru before.

Satoru took off his glasses and tossed them onto the bed before narrowing his eyes at his boyfriend, “C’mon your hair is the love of your life, babe. You never let it get this dirty.”

“I just told you it’s nothing! God!”

Suguru angrily stomped his way to his closet, pulling on a white t-shirt and a pair of boxers, tossing his towel to a random corner of the room.

“You never do that either,” you said gently, your voice soft, trying to maintain a level tone.

“Can you two stop? I’m fine! Maybe I’m just tired this late at night!” His hands tore through his hair in frustration, the grease making his hair stick back onto his scalp.

Satoru moved across the room, grabbed Suguru’s jaw and forced his boyfriend to meet his glowing blue eyes.

“Something’s wrong.”

A defeated sigh.

“I told you nothin-“

“Tell me what's wrong.”

“Satoru noth-“

“BULLSHIT!” Satoru roared, making Suguru violently flinch in his hold.

Silence. Deafening silence.

Fearing this was the calm before a much bigger storm, you decided to step in, slipping between them to loosen your white haired boyfriend’s iron grip on his counterpart’s jaw.

“You’re hurting him ‘Toru,” you whispered, keeping your voice low, scared that anything louder might spark further conflict.

Blankly, he nodded, withdrawing his hands from Suguru’s face, gently placing them around your hips instead. You shot him a small smile, reaching up to affectionately scratch his undercut, drawing a pleased sound from him before you turned back to your long haired lover.

You cupped his face, running your knuckles over where red marks the shape of Satoru’s fingers had started forming.

“Talk to us, Sugu. We’re worried about you, baby,” you beseeched. “Please.”

That seemed to break him, his expression crumpling as he let out a shaky breath.

“I just-“ is all he could let out in a choked whisper before he broke down in front of you.

His head dipped down, his chin pressing into his chest, his shoulders shaking from his heaving sobs, his body curling into itself as if he wanted to hide away.

“Suguru,” Satoru mumbled from behind you, concern laced through his voice, his hands reaching to cup his boyfriend’s face, taking care to be gentle after his earlier outburst, his large hands supporting the raven’s face from below, fingers gently swiping at his tears.

Blue eyes flicked down to meet your own worried ones, a silent communication passing between you both as you slipped out from between the two boys and pressed your torso against Suguru’s back, your arms wrapping around his waist in silent comfort.

Meanwhile Satoru had gathered his dark haired lover into his arms, supporting the brunt of his body weight, letting him cry onto his rumpled uniform jacket.

Sandwiched between both of your bodies, Suguru shook violently with sobs, a part of you worried if he could breathe, a sentiment clearly echoed by Satoru. You watched as he tangled one of his hands in your boyfriend’s hair, his fingers moving to lightly scratch at his scalp.

“You need to breathe baby,” he gently reminded Suguru. “C’mon, deep breaths with me, yeah?”

You pulled away from your koala grasp on your boyfriend, instead rubbing his back comfortingly as he gulped down shaky bouts of air through his mouth and nose, tears still streaming down his face.

Frowning, you reached up to wipe his tears off his face, your hand coming away wet as if you had just washed it. Your lower lip wobbled, heart twisting seeing one of the loves of your life in so much distress.

Ever so observant with his keen eyes, Satoru had already loosened one of his arms from around Suguru’s waist and tugged you into the hug.

“Don’t you start,” he mumbled, trying to force his usual playfulness in the jest. He was just as tired as you and Suguru were, taking on mission upon mission, sometimes even forcing the higher ups to give him missions that should’ve been given to either of his partners, not that you knew this. But you knew he was tired and joking, so you said nothing.

The three of you stood there for a while, wrapped up in each other, your hearts thumping wildly, as Suguru’s sobs died down into soft sniffles, his hand reaching up to wipe a stray tear from your face before his arms looped around you and Satoru.

“‘M sorry,” he whispered, voice hoarse and scratchy, presumably from all the crying.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” you replied instantly. “We’ve all been stressed, you don’t have to apologise fo-“

“What's the point?” he interrupted, his tone defeated, “What's the point of us working our asses to the ground to exorcise curses when those- those monkeys are gonna make new ones anyway?”

“Sugu-“

“I’m tired of fighting for people who just create their own problems. Maybe non sorcerers just shouldn’t exist.”

Satoru gaped at him, eyes wide, his mouth opening and closing like a fish, trying to figure out what to say.

“You don’t mean that,” he finally said lamely.

“Don’t I? Just put yourself in my position, Satoru. Do you know how horrible ingesting curses is? And I do all that, every. Single. Fucking. Day. Only to find some psycho with no cursed energy almost kill me and my partners!”

You pulled away to look him in the eyes, “And that's a good reason to kill all non sorcerers? You’ve always believed in not killing without any meaning. Where’s the meaning in getting rid of a population of innocent people?”

“I wouldn’t call them innocent.”

“What about your parents? They not innocent either?” Satoru jumped in, his tone accusatory.

Suguru hesitated, his eyes flicking between the two of you and the ground, “I… don’t know.”

“You hesitated. That’s your answer.”

“It’s really not.”

“You can’t just kill millions of people just because they’re not like us.”

“…”

“Suguru.”

Satoru looked at you, his eyes swimming with uncertainty and fear at the sudden cult propaganda like stuff your shared boyfriend had started spewing.

You sighed, “You know Suguru, you’re not the only one who saw your partners almost die.”

“What?”

“You said earlier, you saw me and ‘Toru get killed by a non sorcerer. You’re not the only one who did.”

“What do you mean?”

“I saw both of you. Almost die I mean. Almost died myself too.”

“Y/n-“

“I’ve been having nightmares, you know? Every night. You both-'' you paused, your breath hitching in your throat, tears prickling your eyes. Satoru wrapped his arm around your shoulder, squeezing you close to him as if saying, ‘it’s okay, we’re here’.

You took a shuddering breath before continuing, “You both die. Bleed out. And I do too. Before I ever reach you. Before I get to see you for the last time. And I know it's not the time to bring this up but I-“

The rest of your sentence was cut off by the lump in your throat swelling, your eyes welling up with tears.

Suguru’s hands were on your face immediately, wiping off tears before they even fell. Satoru pulled you tighter against him, pressing a kiss to your head.

“Hey,” Suguru whispered against the shell of your ear, his breath skirting across the side of your face, “We’re here, okay? We’re here and we’re alright baby. We gotchu, yeah?”

You nodded, burrowing your face into Satoru’s chest, letting the warmth from both of your boyfriends caging you between them wash over you. They were your anchors, pulling you back to reality when the storm of life got too difficult to bear. They were your home.

“You’re both my home too,” Satoru mumbled sheepishly, almost too quiet for you to hear.

“Did I-“

“You said it out loud.”

“Oh.”

“You’re my home too,” Suguru sighed out letting his head fall onto Satoru’s, his eyebags looking more prominent when he closed his eyes to take a deep breath.

Satoru shifted slightly, “Let’s get into bed hmm? You both look like you need some serious sleep. And honestly? Same.”

The weight of the exhaustion of the past few days suddenly hit you like a truck, your limbs going weak and heavy between the strongest duo.

You glared at Satoru through bleary eyes, “Are you a witch?”

“Eh??? Where is this coming from??”

“You said we probably need some serious sleep and now I’m tired. You’re a witch and you-“ yawn “You cursed me to feel sleepy.”

“Baby it’s like half past three. You’re sleepy because you’ve been awake for like 24 hours.”

“…I still think you’re a witch.”

Satoru’s mouth opened to form a what would be a smart retort but he was interrupted by Suguru smoothly slapping a hand over his mouth, pushing you slightly towards the twin bed, “Alright before you start trying to burn the guy who funds all our food runs at the stake, let’s get into bed yeah?”

“Is that all I am to you?! A wallet?!”

“No you’re our sugar daddy. It’s the only reason we tolerate you. Ain’t that right babe?”

You looked at him, eyes sparkling with playful mirth, the humour returning to the raven’s voice filling you with an unspeakable amount of relief.

“Yep.”

“You’re both so mean to me!”

“Hush now, pretty boy.”

The three of you squeezed into the small bed meant for one person, as always: Suguru’s chest pressed into your back, your head resting against Satoru’s shoulder, three pairs of legs tangling with each other until you couldn’t tell where one of you ended and the other began.

“We’re still in uniform,” you sighed out, dreading the prospect of leaving the tangle of warmth to change.

Satoru yawned. “Mmh it’s fine. Ya don’t mind, do you Sugu?”

“You have blood on you, dumbass.”

A dramatic whine. “Ugh fine.” A smirk. “Stay here and strip lovely, I’ll get that t-shirt you like from emo boy’s closet.”

“Perv.” You tossed a pillow at him but got down to removing your uniform anyway.

Fiddling with the last few buttons, you peeled off your partially open uniform jacket, putting it next to you. You would take it, along with the rest of your uniform, to the laundry basket in your room later.

Next to you, Suguru heaved a big sigh, fidgeting with the end of his shirt. “I’m not gonna do it,” he said quietly. “Genocide, I mean,” he continued a bit louder. “I just-“ he groaned, his hand running dragging down his face, “You guys just got me thinking. I’m not the only one who suffered that day. And killing off millions of people isn’t- Well it isn’t practical- Or moral. And you’re right y’know. I’ve never gotten behind killing without meaning.”

He went quiet again, his fingers continuing to nervously tug and twist at the hem of his shirt.

A tense silence filled the room.

Satoru stood in front of the closet, holding a wad of clothing, staring at his boyfriend.

Before you know it, the white haired boy is launching himself at Suguru, burying his face into the raven’s neck, “‘M sorry. ‘M sorry I never noticed that you were struggling. And I’m sorry I got mad and hurt you earlier.”

Suguru sighed, melting into his lover’s body, “‘S ok. I forgive you. You were just worried.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You watched the two boys soak in each other’s affection with fond eyes. They got on your nerves almost constantly but damn did you love them.

“Babe?” called Satoru.

You were met with the pouty faces of both your boys staring at you.

Suguru tilted his head from where Satoru had it cradled in his arms. God, he looked like a kicked puppy. “Do you not love us?”

You almost cooed because what the hell? Why was he so damn adorable?

“Of course I love you silly.”

“Then why didn’t you say it when the both of us did?” Satoru inquired, matching pouts with your shared boyfriend.

“Well-“ you sputtered, “You guys were having a moment! I didn’t wanna ruin it!”

You got no response. The two of them only stared at you, thoroughly unimpressed.

You laughed, “Okay, okay. I love you both.”

“Good,” they mumble in unison.

“Ugh you’re both so adorably stupid,” you muttered, jumping into the hug peppering aggressive kisses all over both their faces, each punctuated with a ‘I love you’.

By the 20th kiss, they were blushing, Suguru pushing you and Satoru off. “Change you two,” he admonished, “Stop getting curse gunk and blood on me.”

You laughed, pressing a final kiss to his forehead and heading off to the washroom to wash off your face, utterly unaware of two sets of enraptured eyes trained on your figure.

By the time you came out, Satoru had changed into one of Suguru’s large t-shirts and a pair of boxers. With his toned thighs on display and the smear of blood still on his cheek, he had never looked hotter to you.

“Y’re starin’ love,” he smirked.

“You’re starin’ love,” you mocked, pitching your voice lower in a horrendous attempt to sound like him. “Not my fucking fault you’re hot.”

He giggled. Yes. Giggled. Like a middle school girl. “Aw thanks babe,” he said as he batted his eyes at you, “Anyways, clothes are on the bed, next to our hot boyfriend. I’m gonna go get the blood off my face.” And with that and a little hairflip, he flounced off into the bathroom, shutting that door behind him.

“He’s such a menace,” you mumbled, moving towards the bed.

Chuckling Suguru shifted to sit up in bed, grabbing at your waist and tugging you closer to him. “Yeah, but we love him regardless.”

You hummed in agreement, letting your boyfriend’s hands wander across your lower back and ass, “I guess we do, don’t we?”

He tilted his head up to meet your eyes, his chin resting right below your sternum. “Wan’ help getting this off?” he inquired, tugging on the end of your shirt, his pupils blown wide.

“You know I never say no,” you mumbled.

A satisfied sound left his lips, his practiced hands moving to unbutton your shirt and tug down your pants in record breaking time.

“So pretty,” he whispered, pressing a kiss above your belly button.

A tingle of electricity shot through your spine at the contact, a pool of warmth settling low in your stomach as you wound your fingers into his long hair.

You frowned at the feeling of the grease he had let build up in his hair on your fingertips. “I’m gonna wash your hair tomorrow.”

“I’d really like that,” he whispered, hooking his arms behind your thighs and pulling you down into his lap, immediately pressing his lips to yours in a loving kiss.

You looped your arms around his neck, readjusting your hands to keep gently scratching his scalp.

Suguru wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him, his hair tickling your cheeks.

“Sugu,” you gasped, pulling away for air, “I have to change.”

“Let me love on you baby," he replied, a little breathless, his hands running down your back. "Please?"

"Are you two canoodling without me?"

Your head shot towards the bathroom door, suddenly very aware of the fact that you were sitting on your boyfriend's lap, half naked, while your other boyfriend was staring at the both of you, failing to hide the very obvious bulge in his-or well- Suguru's boxers.

Suguru scowled at him, "We'll continue without you if you say 'canoodling' one more time."

"What's wrong with canoodling?"

"You're ruining the mood man!"

"I hate admitting you're right but I'd be lying if I said that the implication of you two 'canoodling' didn't make me just a little bit soft."

"Just come here and kiss me, idiot."

Satoru grinned at the command, crossing the room in two big steps to lace his fingers in Suguru's hair and smashing his lips onto his boyfriend's.

You laid your head on Suguru’s shoulder, soaking in his warmth, while you watched your boys devour each other’s mouths above you.

They broke apart, panting and faces flushed, looking at each other slightly dazed.

“Fuck,” Satoru rasped, “I forgot how good that felt.”

Suguru ran his fingers along his lips, still looking a bit out of it, “Yeah me too.”

“Now then,” grinned your white haired lover, his signature cheshire smirk on his lips, making grabby hands at you. “C’mere you.”

He dropped to his knees on front of the bed, his height allowing him to be face to face with you in Suguru’s lap. Grabbing your legs, he shifted you so you sat with your back to the raven’s chest, his hard on pressing against your ass.

Almost immediately, strong arms were wrapping around your waist from behind as Satoru slotted himself between yours and Suguru’s legs, hovering his lips above yours, just a hair’s breadth from touching yours.

“Kiss me baby,” he breathed, his breath fanning across your face.

You complied, throwing your arms around his neck, tugging him towards you as you ran your tongue along the seam of his lips.

He responded with just as much enthusiasm, his mouth hot against yours as his tongue slipped into your mouth.

You let your hands wander, scratching his undercut the way you knew made him go wild, enjoying the way he let out a breathy moan against your lips.

Satoru’s hands joined Suguru on your waist, settling right below the edge of your bra, his fingers running along the edge of the fabric resting against your ribcage as he broke away from you to press searing open mouthed kisses along your jawline.

He shifted his attention from you to the beautiful man whose lap you were sitting in.

“Hey Suguru?” he called out.

“Hmm?”

“Can I suck your dick?”

Suguru gaped at him, mouth falling open, eyes wide. Satoru never asked for permission.

“What? I can be considerate, y'know!”

“I know… You just never…”

You ran your fingers along Suguru’s wrist, soothing his frazzled nerves, “Let us spoil you, Sugu? You’ve been stressing enough.”

And that was how you ended up holding Suguru’s upper body to your own, his back muscles flexing against your front, his shirt haphazardly thrown to some corner of the room as he quivered and moaned under his boyfriend’s ministrations.

“Satoru-“ the raven choked out, his head falling onto your shoulder, “So good- please-“

Satoru hummed around Suguru’s cock, bobbing his head, his cheeks hollowing, before pulling away with a lewd ‘pop’.

“Please what, hmm baby?” he questioned, his voice low and raspy, “Please stop?”

A frustrated sound ripped itself from Suguru’s throat, his hand clutching onto Satoru’s shirt before tugging him closer to his mouth.

“I meant to keep going and you know it. Brat.”

Satoru grinned, his signature cheshire smirk taking over his face as his eyes flickered from his black haired lover’s eyes to his mouth. He leaned in closer, brushing his lips along Suguru’s jawline.

“Whatever you want, princess.”

He slid down, settling back between his boyfriend’s legs. He wrapped his hand around the base of Suguru’s dick, pumping it once, twice and another time, before wrapping his lips around the tip and pushing his head down the entire length in one go.

A loud moan tore its way from Suguru’s mouth as his hands reached to bury themselves in Satoru’s hair, tugging on the glowing moonlight strands like they were his lifeline.

You gently ran your fingers along Suguru’s bare torso, tracing the muscles that you had long since committed to memory, pressing kisses to the back of his shoulders and neck.

“Y’look so pretty like this Sugu,” you whispered into the shell of his ear, relishing the way he shivered at the way your breath danced across his cheek.

A gasp left Suguru’s lips just as a slurping sound came from where Satoru was continuing to suck him off, his own hips rutting into the mattress, drool dribbling down his chin.

Suguru’s back arched off where it was pressed against your torso, his mouth dropping open the way it did when he was about to cum, “Fuck Satoru- ‘M so close.”

His abs clenched under your touch as he chanted your white haired lover’s name like a mantra.

“‘Toru- I’m gonna- gonna cum. I- inside or are you-?”

Satoru made an insistent sound around his cock, burying his nose into the dark hair at the base.

You chuckled, “I think that means he wants you to cum in his mouth.”

Satoru made a pleased noise of agreement in the back of his throat, his eyes looking up to gaze at you both.

“Fuck,” Suguru groaned out, “I’m cumming-“

His body tensed up as he reached his high, his cum spurting into Satoru’s mouth, dripping down the sides of his lips as he pulled himself off his boyfriend’s dick, swallowing and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“God fuck Suguru, we need to get you eating fruits again. That tasted like battery acid.”

Suguru shifted to cuddle with you, burrowing his face into the crook of your neck, his eyelashes tickling your skin.

“I’ve been contemplating genocide, leave me alone. Y/n get him to stop bullying me.”

You giggled, rubbing soothing circles into his broad back, following it with a kiss pressed into his hairline, “Stop bullying my baby, ‘Toru.”

“Am I not your baby?!”

“Yes you are honey, c’mere,” you coaxed, holding your arms out for him.

He sidled up to you, settling into your side, letting his head rest on your shoulder.

Your eyes burned as you shifted to make yourself more comfortable under Suguru’s body weight. Satoru slid his arm around your shoulders, sliding you down so you were lying down with your dark haired lover still holding onto you like a koala.

Satoru moved to drape his arm over Suguru’s back and brushed a kiss over both of your cheekbones, “You guys got any missions tomorrow?”

“No.”

“Nope.”

He smiled, all soft lines and wrinkling nose, so unlike the cocky smirk he paraded around wearing, “Good. We can sleep in then. Maybe clean up Suguboo’s room while he gets some food.”

Suguru hummed, nuzzling his face into your chest. “Love you,” he whispered, his voice muffled against your skin, the words spoken so tentatively that you almost missed them.

“Love you, Suguru,” said Satoru, playfully sticking his tongue out, plopping his head down onto the pillow, “Even when your cum tastes like toxic waste.”

“Shut up.”

“Love you, dorks. Now let's just sleep please. I’m tired.”

The three of you fell asleep like that, your personal weighted blanket Suguru on top of you, Satoru holding the both of you from the side.

a/n: whewwwww! that was one of the most time consuming fics ive ever written. its been in the works for over a month i think. ive also never written a content warning so long😭. hope you guys enjoy this!

tagging- @forest-hashira @wifeyana and @strychnynegirl

[sergle]

I feel you, its so bad 😭, I had to go on a functioning adult human schedule for school and good god, out the house by 7am... bad bitches are not built for that..

WE REALLY ARE... and man, I can brute force myself into any schedule if there are things that HAVE to be done at certain times (like school, like you said) but it absolutely never feels "right". it feels like waking up at 3am to go to the airport type of shit. and it is truly so annoying... to get hit with the "that's a Normal schedule, you need to Fix your schedule" okay. alright. but let me hit you with this one. is it "normal" or is it just conducive to a 8 - 5. because no matter what my sleep schedule is like, or how locked in I am, I'm more clear headed at night + more productive and energetic. and no matter what, I'm tired during the day, especially the brightest times of day when the sun is allegedly supposed to be signaling my brain to be awake and alert. and it doesn't matter how much sleep I got.

[voidandabyssal]

Ello! I am back!

I loved what you did with my last request, and I wish to add another one!

In this can I ask for undertale papyrus, underfell papyrus, underswap sans, and horrortale papyrus?

In this scenario, they are married to reader (Separate unlees together if it makes it easier to write), and it's their 5 year anniversary. Reader wanting to do something sweet for them wakes up at like 3am. since the boys already wake up early. They try to make breakfast, but the boys wake up to the fire alarm going off, and they find reader in the kitchen. There's like broken eggs on the floor, flower everywhere, 3 pans in the skink, and reader was trying to put out the mini fire on the stove. Reader can't cook for shit. Even if their life depends on it.

How will the boys react, and what will they do?

I say this overtime and it dosent change. Take you're time and stay safe!

Papyrus:

Papyrus is jumping off the bed and practically flying by into the kitchen the second the fire alarm goes off

He has been with you for five long years, and every year your cooking somehow only manages to grow more and more chaotic

Luckily Papyrus has an infinite amount of energy and doesn’t mind helping you clean up at 3 in the morning

Though he does try and remind you to please avoid using the kitchen in the dark, or spraying cooking oil over a lit flame

He sends you to bed and when you wake up you find Papyrus has actually cleaned up and made you breakfast

Edge (uf paps):

He wakes up when you get up at 3

He’s suspicious at first, what on earth could you want to be doing this early

And although Edge greatly treasures his sleep schedule he gets up after you to make sure your okay

Edge nearly gets blasted with a flame as the stove bursts into bright blue flame

How?? Did you even manage that?? It’s a magical stove designed specifically for low flame??

Edge is very annoyed, like, he’s just about to throttle you annoyed

He makes you clean up the mess all by yourself (somehow you managed to nearly destroy the kitchen in the five minutes Edge had left you alone for)

Be prepared for a very long lecture. Edge has warned you time and time again about the dangers of mtt ovens

He does relent though when you admit it was supposed to be an anniversary gift. Edge softens up just a little and lets you go back to bed before he’s done lecturing you

Blue (us sans):

Blue wanders up to you in the middle of the night as your trying to start cooking his breakfast and he drags you away as you drop the first egg

It’s 3 in the morning, Blue just got off a very long shift and all he wants is some peaceful sleeping with you

Luckily he pulled you away before the stove could be set alight like last time

Probably one of the few times Blue won’t be bouncing around with energy

Crisis averted. Now you and him can enjoy a much more rested start to your anniversary

Once the two of you are rested and it’s not some forbidden hour you and Blue will get to make breakfast together

(You still end up setting the fire alarm off. Love may win but your horrible cooking skills always manage to come on top)

Crooks (ht paps):

Again, like Edge, Crooks is a very sensitive sleeper and he stirs pretty quickly when he realises he can’t find you in bed

Crooks trusts you enough not to be doing anything stupid

Rip Crooks, how wrong you were

The second those eggs hit the ground he’s awake

Its like a third sense or something

He lets out a tired groan as he just anxiously focuses on how you’ve managed to waste more food this time and so early in the morning!

You are completely oblivious to Crooks as he appeared behind you and when you do turn around you scream and drop the pan

More eggs drop all over the floor. Crooks’s face has gone blank so you nervously stand there and wait for him to give a reaction

Crooks is so, so tired, his back hurts and now his precious eggs have gone to waste. You and him clean up the mess and he wordlessly drags you back to bed

He’s not mad, Crooks just hates wasting food and prefers spending his nights sleeping.

When you both wake up at a more reasonable hour he gives you a pretty big lecture.

Then you both make breakfast together (or really, Crooks makes it and you just hand him the ingredients)

[oscpaistry]

Ft :: Trent Alexander Arnold

Summary:: Trent kept thinking about her.

He couldn't sleep, it was 3am. He was laying next to his girlfriend.

*For fuck's sake, cant fucking sleep. She keeps coming up in my mind.* He thought while trying to get comfortable in bed.

Yes he had a new girlfriend, after that he had broken up with Y/n his ex. They were the perfect couple on the outside. Always together, holding eachother, smiling and laughing with eachother, Y/N showing up to Trent's matches, posting pictures on Instagram and more...

But in private they were something else. Trent kept getting mad at Y/N for no apparent reason. After a bad match he would shout at her, blame her for the bad game he had. He wouldnt even touch here in private, Y/N always tried her best for Trent, but he couldnt seem to care.

He broke up only a few months ago, yes he had a new girlfriend, but Y/N kept coming back into Trent's life. He didnt know how or why but he couldnt let go of her. He got out of bed and took his phone with him.

While he was downstairs in the kitchen, he decided to call Jesse.

*Guess Jesse would be awake right now* Trent thought. He clicked the green button and put the phone up to his ear. He heard the ringing noise once and then he heard Jesse's voice.

"Trent, whats up? Why ya callin' so late, mate?" Jesse spoke, he was tired but Trent couldnt seem to care.

"She keeps coming into my life, not on purpose of course, but still its weird. Its weird how she manages to pop up where i am. In my dreams, matches, malls and more. I miss her to be honest." Trent answered, he sounded as if he wanted to cry.

"Calm down, lad. It's gonna be okay. Try to forget about her. That's how i forget about my girl's." Jesse responded, trying to calm the scouser down.

"It's hard man, i really loved her. I really did. She always cared about me and always said she was proud of me. She always told me that she loves me. And what did i say? Nothing, i just shouted at the poor girl. She didn't deserve that. Man i was a fucking asshole." He sounded so pure, he meant it. He really did feel sorry. When he broke up with Y/N he was devastated. She kept him on his feet, she told him nice words of affirmation. He really feels shit.

"Trent, it's going to be okay. Trust me. It may take some days, weeks, months or even years. But it's going to be worth it. I know it's hard, man. Just get over her." The english boy told Trent. Trent just sighed and took a deep breath.

"Just get over her? You make it seem so easy Jesse. But the problem is, i thought i was all over her." The scouser responded. He hung up and sat down in the living room, scrolling through Y/N's instagram. He slowly drifted to sleep.

[gutzluvrrr]

its 3am and I can't sleep SO YA KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS

no you don't

general relationship head cannons with izuru kamakura

I'm feeding all the starving izuru simps out there

Okay I just wanna say this out of random (because I'm cold rn)

Cuddles with izuru on cold nights..

💳💥💳💥

this man gives top tier cuddles once he knows how to

if the ultimate cuddler wasn't already a thing he made it one can't change my mind

all in all nights whether there cold or not are lovely

his number 1 priority when it's night is making sure your comfortable making sure you have enough pillows and blankets

his hair is honestly like a blanket itself

Oh and if you can't sleep..

he would definitely leave to grab some things

and he comes back with most likely a book and some tea

tea to help calm you down

and as for the book he would cuddle you and read to you

(I'm melting writing this rn aaaa)

And mornings are also lovelier

he would either stay in bed with you or get up to make breakfast

but I feel like he would most of the time cuddle you until you woke up

and then make breakfast

(I could explain why I'm thinking this but I'm to tired rn)

can we talk about how his cooking would actually be bomb af

(of course it is he is an ultimate cook)

I personally feel like if your a person who always does small hobbies like crochet, or drawing

he might get a lil jealous on how you can do something that takes so much patience without getting bored..

Am I the only one who thinks this 🤡?

I'm not saying he is overprotective but I'm not saying he isn't either

but trust me your safety is also his number one priority

whether it's physical or mental

he would 100% use most of his useful talents to help you

struggling with emotions ultimate therapist comes into play

sick? ultimate doctor is here

In danger? got an ultimate body guard by your side

I also feel like izuru would also always be by your side

even if you can't see him or don't notice him he is there

he's just lookin out for you

wouldn't say he is a yandere

... but he does give of yandere vibes but non toxic

just like maybe.. anything that poses a threat to you or your relationship with him shall be slaughtered

This man is the ultimate boyfriend

maybe even the ultimate husband?

I'm so going to make a NSFW version of this but my brain can't comprehend that rn so I will tmr -

Stay spooky - modhiyoko

[ilythecolorpink]

An unexpected confession (Osamu Dazai x fem reader)

Since you started working for the Armed Detective Agency, you have captivated everyone's eyes, I mean you are truly the object of people's affection, and you knew it. Despite what people thought of you. You were very kind and compassionate, unfortunately, people take advantage of your kindness which was quite bothersome, but it was so predictable.

You were given the title Madame Red as you adored red from the top of your head to the bottom of your shoes. Put simply, your ability was to lure people in with the sound of your voice. It didn’t come as a surprise when you were told that you would be paired with Dazai on a mission together to go to a club together and investigate a case. You were very exhausted on Tuesday morning, noting that you didn't get much sleep for the past 2 days.

Before you and him went to the club, you and Dazai met at the Agency to discuss the plan of action. Dazai was seated across from you in his seat, and you were seated on his desk. While squinting through the windows from the sun's brightness and feeling its warm embrace cling to you, you were tempted to close your eyes. However, Dazai called for you before you could, he asks “You okay bella donna?”

I give him a tender smile as I tell him, "Don't worry dear, I'm fine just a little tired, is all." He asks, "Well, should we go over the plan darling?" as he casts a worried glance my way but decides not to pursue the matter further. I lean in closer and whisper, "You read my mind." After discussing the plan, Dazai offered to accompany me as we walk side by side, I find myself admiring how handsome he was. He says, "Take a picture it will last longer," as he observes that I am staring at him amusedly. I reply, "I'm so sorry for staring," feeling a blush slowly spread across my cheeks as I gaze at him in embarrassment

"You're so cute, you know that?" He chuckles and walks away, leaving me a little behind. As I begin to feel weak from lack of sleep, I eventually collapse on the ground. Dazai hears me fall still not turning around as he says, “Damn I know I’m hot, but you don’t need to fall for me this quickly.” With the lack of no response, he turns around now worried saying “Oh shit, you alright?” After noticing that I had fallen unconscious he picks me up bridal style as he whispers, “You are going to be okay my love.”

Some time had passed before you had woke up noticing the unfamiliar room you were in, taking in the fact that it was now night, you hear the door opening dragging your thoughts away as you see Dazai excitedly looking at me before I had a chance to respond, he embraced me and said, "Oh bella donna, I'm so happy that you are okay, I was worried that I couldn't have anyone to do a double suicide with."

I give him a hug in return, and when I turn to look at him with a scowl on my face, he just smiles and says, "I'm just messing with you, darling." As soon as I realized we were meant to be on a mission, "Wait, what about the mission?" I questioned him. Don't worry that pretty little head of yours, I took care of it he replies. I say, "Oh Osamu, I can't thank you enough, how can I repay you?" while grinning warmly. Well, there is something you can do, he chuckles at me. I respond to him “Anything, what can I do?” Then, as he presses his lips against mine and says, "This," he moves even closer to my face. Our hands are now entwined, and he adds, "I love you so much, Y/N. I say, "I love you too, Osamu," in a loving manner.

A/N: HELP I WROTE THIS AT 3AM SO IF IT'S BAD IM SO SORRY ANYWAY I LOVE YOUUU.

[burplewrites]

holiday dinner | cove james holden & baxter alexander ward

𓆉 | fandom: our life: beginnings & always

𓆉 | characters: cove holden, baxter ward, reader

𓆉 | word count: 660 words (3,583 characters)

𓆉 | a/n: merry late christmas + happy holidays <3 this is so ooc im so tired. its like 3am (basically 4) where i am and honestly i dunno why i did this to myself (writing new years story in my dreams tonight) \(^ヮ^)/ note, im in the true blue colours so this is black and white (for baxter) so if it isn't for you please just imagine it issshjnevfj

it was interesting to say the least, having christmas with an ex who broke their heart (which was totally in the past now) and their now current boyfriend. even with the apology and everything being alright between the three of them, y/n couldn't help but think it was a little awkward. not for them of course, but for the two boys.

baxter was sitting in their living room, across from cove who was awakwardly looking around. y/n chuckled to themselves as they were setting the table, since cove hadn't looked this in a while…. since that summer. even at the wedding, it wasn't this bad.

"hm romeo, can you get the stuff from the fridge?" y/n said, finally freeing cove from the awkward tension in the living room. cove's demeanour lifted as he got up and walked over to the fridge. y/n looked over at baxter as he sighed with a smile and made eye contact with y/n.

"this is awkward isn't it?" y/n said, walking over with plates in their hands. baxter nodded, with a small chuckle.

"honestly, it reminds me of that summer, when cove was so wary of me, so its okay."

cove quickly came by, stealing the plates from y/n's hands. then he looked at baxter and looked down. y/n always found it so funny how even with his tall stature, cove also looked so small when he was building the courage to say something.

"uh- sorry baxter."

y/n looked at cove, holding in their laugh then looked at baxter who looked at cove with a geniune smile.

when y/n realised that they were the only one who found this awkwardness between these two grown men hilarious, they frowned. "booo, you guys aren't fun. i wanted some christmas entertainment. cove why do you have to be so kind, and baxter why do you have to be so understanding?!"

cove and baxter looked at each other and laughed with confused looks on their face.

"did you want us to… fight?"

"or did you want cove and i to stay awkward for the whole day?"

y/n face felt warm as they shooed off the boys, and walked off to check the food in the oven. honestly, y/n was glad that her boyfriend and friend seemed to be getting along. but, that tension brought back the kid in them.

"you know, liz would enjoy this very much. be glad im not her, always teasing, basically borderline bullying."

"y/n… i love you so i have to tell you the truth, but you're basically doing that right now."

"i'm going to have to side with cove on this one y/n."

y/n peeked out of the kitchen with a shocked look before laughing. their laugh made baxter chuckle a little, which in turn made cove start laughing. the tension was still there, but it was lessened, so much so that baxter got up from his semi-permanent space on the couch and took some plates from cove and started placing them on the table.

y/n went back to the kitchen, draping cove's apron over themselves and started to bake some extra treats for their celebration. cove and baxter decided to help out as much as they could, but got distracted having a conversation. it was shocking to y/n but they blamed the new development on the christmas spirit and the joy that was all around them.

as they were sitting down for their meal, y/n watched the different ways the two boys ate. cove ate like he had never seen food before, but in his polite way. baxter on the other hand, ate properly like he was royalty. y/n chuckled, as they all talked about holiday plans and how good the food is. it was their first holiday together as this newly formed trio, and even though it started off awkward, they were friends, and this small get-together was the start of the true rekindling of an amazing friendship.

[ladyofthelake]

Not talking about anyone here on tumblr with regards to this incoming rant just to make that clear you guys are awesome <3

Okay but on x some Jared fans really are getting on my nerves saying shit like how they miss him and using words like devastated because they aren't hugging him 24/7 and they've literally just been to a con

and Im here grieving my soul cat I FUCKING MISS HIM everyday is Hell without him I wish I could hug him like these Jared fans are gonna keep getting hugs from him because they go to every con

and I dunno but crying over inconsequential shit like oh I didn't hug my fave actor today I only hugged him last week sadface

the privilege is gross and it just really makes me feel shit barely anyone cared on X about when I posted about my cat dying all they care about is bragging about their cons and saying shit like this

and I'm not even jealous I don't care about hugging Jared if someone said I could right now that he's here I wouldn't care, even if it was Colin I wouldn't care right now, I just want my cat back the one who loved me unconditionally and so many people irl don't understand how much pets mean to someone

and like the girl at work who said nothing when I said my cat had died and tried to shove her puppy pic in my face and I told her as politely as possible (because all I want to do is cry) that I wasn't in the mood to look at the pic and I also said to her my life is shit right now and she said nothing to comfort then went on about how she's going on holiday to France next week. Cool. I don't fucking care. I've lost my soulmate and am shattered.

I think people need to relaise sometimes someone needs space and as long as they're not being an asshole about it its okay to not wanna talk or socialise. People go on about mental health but rarely actually help someone who is going through a rough time.

ugh this is why grief is the worst my mood is bad I miss my cat so much he always made my day and I'm lost and just so tired of seeing privileged people moaning about nothing when I've lost a piece of my heart

Just wanna say everyone on tumblr has been super lovely to me about my cat Sam and ily guys <3 and this is my home and seeing merlin gifs made me happy today even if Im still kinda taking a break

but x truly is a dumpster fire

Tumblr is my home always

also this is me venting and being in a heartbroken state at 3am

people are allowed to feel things and stuff of course, it just hurts me more right now because of everything so yeah ignore and hope you guys are doing good xx sorry if I have missed any notifs

[sleepyokay]

it's a few days post-christmas. you are in a home which hasn't been home for almost two years now (maybe it was never home to begin with) and it's 2:30am and you need to get up early to catch your train. not to your current home (if that's what it can be called) but to your other relatives' home (they would probably call it home). relatives with young kids who are already excited to have you over and draw together with you. you know you will not get enough sleep, but it is already late, you are somehow sad and alone and you miss all your friends and people not in your life anymore and that's okay but also it's not. you have an ao3 tab open in your browser and so you start reading it, thinking yes this is the last thing i will do before going to sleep. i feel awful i feel sad i feel tired but i got this little distraction. and you start reading it until you notice a bzz bzz of a fly in your room. it is approaching (bzz) it is coming closer (bzzz) and once you feel it next to your head (bzz) (bzzz) you take a swing at it. but the fly does not fly away, instead it swiftly lands on your phone screen. it does not move. you are staring at words written by some stranger about characters created by some person and now there is a creature sitting on top. rubbing its little hands as if it was saying hehe hello (bzz). let me read this too (bzz). and you start bawling you start crying because heck i am not alone we are all connected, this little fly that i tried to swat away instead just chilled on my phone and now i feel so silly. so silly (sob). (bzz). (sob). (bzz).

and so of course the fly leaves again after a while and i finish the fanfiction. it's 3am by now, i will get up in a few hours. and the fly is buzzing in the background of my room as i fall asleep.

(bzz). (zzz). (bzz). (zzz).

[blossoms-phan]

hiiiii dear mutual! thxgiving has been okay ish, im currently eating food in my sisters room feeling a lil under weather but its okay ^_^ i rewatched what dnp text each other 4 like two ish days ago and it's been on my mind since... they're so silly and i can't WAIT for wdapteo 5!!! we haven't seen a wdapteo with them both being on tour since the original one, and also now they're like loudly gayer. i'm wondering if we'll see behind the scenes of calendar or no but seriously imagine it... etc. i dunno im just rambling but yeah ^_^

all im doing today is im going to finish this food go to my room, play some pokemon stuff while watching another content creator's vod. and then at like 9 pm i'll spend 4 hours in a frenzy writing phanfic again :)

im starting to hope theyll go on tour again in the future bc i do actually want to meet them with every passing day, but i cant believe i got to see them at TIT at all! that's so cool! im also wondering what they're going to do for the holidays? i hope not a full gamingmas that sounds like wayyyy too tiring for them, but! insta stories... maybe dan tags along to another lester thing...

okay that's enough of my yapping i hope that was good o7. HOW ARE YOU!!!!! how has your day been??? what's on your mind???

xo mare astradyke :)

HELLO MY BELOVED MARETUAL <3333 this is the exact kind of ask i wanted tysm for the yap :3 wdapteo 4 was literally my most rewatched video this year according to youtube lmao so it's safe to say i LOVE it, absolutely solid rewatch choice and i also cannot WAIT for wdapteo 5!! they're just suuuch good videos with silly bants/insight into daily dnp shenanigans obviously and i think there will be good tidbits this year maybe with tour planning and stuff?? and it's like the one video we're pretty much guaranteed at this point (i remember last year when i had lost hope we would get it and then we did! with a mention of "next installment") so yeah that is also defo keeping me going rn.

that sounds fun i hope the food is yummy!! i'm excited to see what you're working on, that's a solid fic writing time i also was sat in front of a doc from 9pm to like. 3am last night (that sounds like i was absolutely grinding away but a lot of breaks to curate my playlists and stress so very little actual writing lol) but gonna try again today. i literally go to sleep thinking about them and then dream of them the phannie brainrot goes crazy but it's also fun :3

i feel the same way omg, sometimes it's still sooo hard for me to conceptualize that i actually saw them irl?? this year?? they're real?? didn't get to meet them but would also love to one day, they're so pretty even from a distance. even with all the tit discussions we have on here and seeing so many friends/moots/whoever on here describe their experiences i try not to forget just how grateful i am for still being here in the phandom that i got the opportunity to see such an incredible show, them as their happiest and most open and free selves, it's so cool<33 with the way they've been talking in interviews i have soo much hope about the future, that there's fun stuff coming after the tour too and just. how cool is that!! i honestly hope they just have a relaxing break with their families they deserve it, but yes insta stories would be everything and im still hung up on that story of phil's mum giving dan snowballs while he was editing at their house at christmastime like dan and the lesters is so dear to me <3

i yapped SO much in return omg lmao but im okay! very unexciting non holiday day for me over here lol, went grocery shopping and that's pretty much it. i'm looking for a job rn so the stress of that is kinda always lingering in the back of my mind and it's driving me a liiitle crazy but hopefully something comes up soon! i need a phupload to distract me from the horrors </3

thank you for sharing and enabling me to yap in return friend i hope you have an amazing night!!!!! ^_^ <3333

[sungminxxx]

❦ The Lost Paints❦

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Summary: Felix wanted to paint the lovely nature that laid in the backyard of the not so Stray Kids' house, but realized his paints were missing. Felix knew Hyunjin had them, but jinnie didn't want to admit he was right. So Felix gave him a good lesson on how to be honest~

Positions: ler!felix, lee!hyunjin

Warnings: Tickle fic

Requested by: @sinsibbutwannabetoki

A/N: I am extremely sorry for the long wait!! I havezd had a lot going on. I'll try to get into more requests as soon as I can! . Sorry if this isn't the most well written thing I have made. I'm sick and very tired atm. (its 3am) Please excuse any misspellings! Enjoy this very late, but cute story!! ♡

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Its a relaxing day at the house. All the members had the day off and most of them decided to spend their day off outdoors, all besides Felix and Hyunjin.

Felix was in the living room, bored, thinking about something productive that he could spend his time doing. He thought for what seemed like forever, until he finally got it. He would paint a picture of the beautiful nature that lived just outside, in the backyard. The blonde brushed his hair off his face and got up from the sofa, gathering all his supplies and setting it up outside. After gathering mostly everything, Felix noticed he had one thing missing that was most certainly needed in order to complete his new mission. His paints. He checked his room, his art cabinets, and even the living room. He could not find them anywhere! He stood and thought for a moment. "Hmm.. maybe someone took them?.. but.. who?" More time went on. What other member loved painting? "..Hyunjin hyung!"

The freckled boy rushed over to the older boy's room, knocking at the door before coming in. There, Hyunjin laid on his bed reading a book with a dark red cover. After noticing his door had been opened, Hyunjin glanced up at Felix with a smile following. "Well hello~" he said, setting his book down next to him. Felix went to the edge of the bed and sat down. "Hi Hyungie, I have a question for you." Jinne scooted himself towards Lix. "What is it?"

"Have you seen my paints? I can't find them anywhere." He said. Hyunjin looked at the wall, then at the ceiling. "Uh.. I haven't seen them." The elders' movements were not missed by Felix. He knew that every time his Hyung lied, he would not look straight at someone's face. "Uh huh, are you sure? You're not looking at me.. you do that when you're lying, hyung.." This made Hyunjin go slightly red. "N-No.. sorry Lix." Felix knew his hyung had his paints, but it seemed like Hyunjin wanted to do this the hard way.. and oh boy, was Felix ready. "Yeah, okay.. I believe you." the freckled boy sarcastically said before laying Hyunjin down on the bed and straddling his legs and living his arms above his head using one of his hands.

The long haired boy went pink, already knowing whats about to happen. "haahh.. L-Lix.. whahat are you doing?-" The younger takes out one of his paint brushes from his little bag and pulled up his hyungs shirt. "Oh nothing~ I'm just gonna make my cutie hyung laugh for a little bit!!'' The second the sentenced finished, Felix began tracing his paint brush up and down Hyunjin's sides.. already earning a few squeaks from the older. "w-wHWhAHaHAHahhahhahaAT? nHohoHOho!! FehhehehelihihiX-" Hyunjin said, already giggling loudly. Felix enjoyed this. He loved watching his hyung giggle from all the ticklish feelings. It was adorable. As Hyunjin continued to giggle under Felix from the brushes light touches, the younger began to move closer to his ribs, and then up to his underarms. Oh boy, Hyunjin didn't know the amount of ticklish feelings he would get the minute the soft point of the paintbrush entered his death spot. The minute the older had felt the paintbrush touch his underarms, it was an easy win for Felix from there. "eheHEHAHAHAAHAHA!! N-NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHERE-!! FEHEHELIX-!!!" Hyunjin was losing his mind already, but of course this was not enough for Felix. "Why not here, hyung? I love tickling you here!!!" the freckled one said, swirling the paintbrush around in his hollows and drawing cute little doodles to add on. At this point, Hyunjin was kicking and bucking his hips in a horrible attempt to get his younger one off of him. Due to all the bucking, Felix began to laugh along with his hyung, finding it funny that no matter how hard Hyunjin tried to escape.. nothing would work. In fact, this only encouraged him to keep going. So he did. Continuing to torment his hyungs sensitive underarms, he decides to add on some... spice to the menu. Lix let go of the olders hands but quickly inserted his pinky into his hyungs bellybutton. This drove Hyunjin absolutely bonkers. The long haired boy was now trying to thrash around uncontrollably. It was adorable. Felix was only scratching ever so softly at his hyungs cute bellybutton. Due to the amount of ticklishness Jinnie was feeling, the younger only kept up his act for a little longer before stopping and getting off of his hyung. Hyunjin laid there for a moment, catching his breath and getting out the giggles he still had. "Y-yohOhou ahAhre the wohohorst-!!" Hyunjin said, finishing up his little giggle fit. Felix pretended to act offended. "Well thats what you get for lying to me, hyung!! I know you have my paints!!" The older one chuckled before getting up and going into his drawer, taking out Felix's paints. "Yeah yeah, okay kiddo. Here you go~" Hyunjin handed back the youngers paints, smiling. Lix giggled and took the paints from his Hyung. "Thank you!!" The freckled boy was on his way to walk out of Hyunjin's room, but he stopped and looked back towards his friend. "Hey.. do you think maybe I could paint a portrait of you, hyung? I was orignally gonna draw the nature in our backyard, but you're a lot more prettier!" he said, smiling. This made Hyunjin happy. "Really? Of course you can! I'm too stunning to say no!" The older joked before grabbing Felix's hand, walking out of the room together.

[wishfuldeity]

im just gonna minimal editing thought dump before i try sleep becuase i think i need that

fuckk no yeah im Doing The Thing again. yk, that thing i post about at least like once a week at this point? where my sense self just up and splits off? yeah. that. might be sleep deprivation related. idk. theyre correlated at the very least.

we're not completely separate yet. (we being my body and my mind) (no wait it just kinda happened) yeah ok so from here on out i/me is the mind that does. she/her and sometimes it/its is the body that feels. unless she does something. idk.

i was gonna say she sleeps in too much but like, we're literally up at 3am. have been for the past 2 nights (tonight and yesternight) (as in, was up past 3 last night)

and it doesnt think its a bad thing? like she enjoys drifting in and out of consiousness, at least the concept of it. in practice its a little less interesting but yk

i really do think she just needs someone to hold. someone made of flesh and blood and bones who can listen to her and who she can listen to as well. like it longs to be held but i think she also has the need to comfort. to tell someone else its gonna be okay and believe it with all her being. to be their shoulder to cry on.

hooly shit we're touch starved. i dont usually have the ability to "feel" that i just kinda guess but no, i feel it. shes yearning hard. i know for a fact if she were on hrt she'd be SOBBING about this. plushies are nice and all and do help a little but they aren't living. she needs a living breathing person here

once again not labelling this split as anything. feels less like multiple separate individual things and like two halves of a whole separated with minimal communication between them. my ability to ""sense"" the body's emotions is kinda vibes based.

like i can "see" an emotion and how potent it is but i dont actually feel it really. if it is strong enough she can sometimes do something about it tho which is interesting (like earlier she grabbed the teddy next to her and hugged it hard)

from our (mostly my) minimal research (im unqualified as shit) this feels like it could be depersonalisation-derealisation??? we often get both at the same time so....

do have the classic thing where whenever an... i guess ill call it an episode. whenever an episode happens during the day im always like "it always happens when i think about it" "am i trying to prove something" so it feels like we're faking it but im pretty sure thats just because literally everything feels fake when that happens so.... yeah

like (in shorter term episodes) everything suddenly feels like im looking at it through a screen? like everything becomes flat.

idk. its 4 now. shes eepy and cute. im tired and dont have a separate physical form, so i guess im cute too. its been a surprisingly long day given that we did fucking nothing. again.

she'll snuggle and cuddle her teddy and ill... idk what happens to me when she sleeps

ok on behalf of my body, gn chat!!!! :3:3 she loves you all in the moot way. hugging you petting your hair squishing your cheeks :3 meow