#i love that stupid dog meme and yeah

[abisalli]

jon kent for the doodle request! (and dare i request damian too? 😳)

them !!

[gregoftom]

awful, just awful

[katyspersonal]

Tumblr sorta needs a 'Mute' feature in my opinion. Like what if I don't want to block this user, what if I don't want to become enemies and in some days I'd like to interact. But also most of the time seeing how they avidly encourage everyone else whereas I get the passive-aggressive 'oh yeah very uhh... interesting... (please leave me alone I don't like your art lol)' makes me want to unfollow every single fan of these characters and never draw them again.

I remember two years ago the exact same thing happened when someone liked the same character and the same ship and I swear I was the only person in the fandom they bluntly left out and could not spare a single good word for. I can't even blame this on my art being "ugly" because this type of user always aggressively praises all art styles and all levels of skill, it feels more like 'a personal thing except we never fought a single time'. And now my toxic trait of needing approval from [cool person name] is back to haunt me years later! Add the unability to "abandon" this character/ship/whatever despite wanting to after facing so much unspoken passive spite, because I am a contrarian and the best way to trap me into doing something is to try to exclude me from it. I didn't face attempts to very aggressively bully me out of the yard/class/community/etc, sometimes with physical violence included, only to let something mid like passive aggression online finally do it.

I am really stupid and naive person despite my age, but in like 5% of the cases I will still understand the hint and understand what is going on. Yet I have to pretend to be clueless even in rare situations when I know someone hates me, because since they never admitted it, quitting will be perceived as me being "paranoid". But dear goooood, it hurts sometimes. I hope that one day I will be numbed to being treated as a tumor on an otherwise healthy body of society that someone is dying to amputate- and always a person whose approval I want, of all people. Knowing that this day will come is one of the things that keep me going as both a person and a creator. Things like viruses and diseases still try their best to persist, so even if I am actually one, I should persist. It doesn't matter whether I actually rot everything around me or this is just my self-depreciating delusion upon focusing on people that mistreated me and not people that loved me. What matters is persisting, I just still feel angry that it hurts. I can't respond spite with spite or passive aggression with passive aggression, I can't do the 'smug asshole' when I become aware that someone tries to starve me until I "die". I can just fall over and cry about it like a kicked dog, despite being so old, especially when it is a person I didn't have anything against.

And really.. It is as simple as turning the internet off, so I don't see The Person and can focus on doing stuff that I like, as if they never existed and can't crash my self-esteem. It is just annoying to keep doing this, a feature to not see them unless I am in the mood would be better. Like.. blocking is not an option. Not only it implies being enemies which is not my intention, but also it will be like an "evidence" that I was "crazy". They didn't do anything, right? Well, they know what they did, but it was never verbal, so it is my fault I "imagined things", right?

[baptismbaby]

⚘. ANYTHING

ex!ellie x reader

summary: it’s been years since you broke up with ellie. the last time you saw her was at graduation. you’ve completely moved on and you’re going on dates here and there with different women. but after running into ellie, you’re feeling conflicted as old feelings start resurfacing.

note: a continuation of LADWABAYD, just set many years later. i know i said I didn’t want to add more because i wanted to leave it up to interpretation. buuuut… i felt like adding more. listen to anything by adrianne lenker

warnings: slightly angsty, fingering (r!receiving), thigh riding sorta

You took a sip of your coffee as your date, Sarah, was showing you pictures of her dogs. She kept having to set the phone down to push her short, reddish brown hair out of her face. “Sorry,” she apologized once again. “I’m not used to having it so short.”

You hummed a response and smiled at her. “Don’t be sorry.”

“Do you like it by the way? You haven’t said anything about it.”

“Well, it definitely caught me by surprise but I think it looks nice.”

“Thanks,” she said as her cheeks slowly turned pink. “I remembered on our last date that you said you always liked short hair.”

“Is that why you cut it?” you asked.

“Yeah, is… that okay?”

“I mean, do you like it?”

She shrugged. “It’s different but I do like it, I think.”

“That’s all that matters, then.”

You smiled once again and began to drown her voice out as she picked her phone back up to show you more pictures of her dogs. How strange, you thought, this is only your third date with her and already she’s changing herself for you. You almost felt bad, considering you decided this was the last date you’d go on with her. You already knew you didn’t want to see her again but plans were already made. You would’ve felt crappy calling it off or standing her up. Your plan was to act as disinterested as possible, fake a concerning text from Dina (which was scheduled to be sent any minute now), then tell her tomorrow you’d think it’d be best due to the “circumstances” that you stop seeing her. Sure, it was evil, but you knew you weren’t a match for her. You were certain there was someone else out there who’d love to see the same photos of her dogs and hear about how her ex boyfriend sucked.

Suddenly, your phone dinged, and you fought back a sigh of relief. You looked at your phone and gasped at the stupid meme Dina sent you.

“What is it?” asked Sarah.

“Dina… she… just texted me and um… fuck, I’m so sorry. Sarah, I have to go,” you blurted out as you stood up and yanked your purse from the back of the chair.

“Oh no! Is she okay?”

“I’m not sure, I’m about to go find out.”

“Okay, sure. I’ll text you later to check in on you.”

“Thank you. Sorry, Sarah. Bye!”

You rushed out before she could say anything else, ignoring the sick feeling that settled in your stomach. You were certain that there was an easier way to “break up” with her, but she was too nice. You got in your car and sped off, slowing down once the cafe was out of view. You couldn’t wait to get home, shower, and spend the rest of the day lounging around doing a whole lot of nothing. But first, you wanted to stop by the gas station to get a few snacks.

-

You pulled up to the gas station and hopped out, walking inside and greeting the cashier. As you wandered towards the aisles, a familiar figure caught your eye. You turned to look and saw a girl looking at the drinks. You stood there, watching her as your heart sped up. There was no way it was who you thought it was. You were obviously confusing her for her and it’s really some stranger. She opened one of the fridges and grabbed her favorite drink, and once you caught a glimpse of her tattoo, it was already too late to leave. She had turned around and made eye contact with you. You felt your heart sink as your breathing slowed to a stop. “Ellie,” you whispered.

“H-hey,” she breathed out. She slowly stepped towards you and you did the same until the gap between the two of you was closed. “Wow, I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”

“Me neither.”

Ellie’s eyes traveled down to your lips, then down to your clothes then back up. “You dressed up to go to the gas station?” she joked. You chuckled a little bit and studied her outfit, which was sweatpants and a grey shirt.

“I see you did the same,” you shot back.

“Pft, yeah.”

The both of you stood there silently, awkwardly smiling at each other and waiting for someone to speak up.

“So… how have you been?”

“I’ve been okay. Just… working, you know. How about you, Ellie?”

“Same,” she responded. “Dina told me you work in that building by that um… one restaurant we always used to go to.”

“Yeah, I do.”

“You like working there?”

“Mhm. It’s nice, clean, and the pay is good,” you said.

“Great, I’m glad.”

The pain in your chest was almost becoming unbearable. She looked beautiful, even in her worn out clothes, and looking in her eyes made you want to cry. It had been awhile since you’ve felt this familiar pain. In a weird way, you almost missed it. But you’ve forgotten how to keep it inside. You felt tears threaten to spill and fall down your cheeks. You blinked them away and took a deep breath.

“I should let you go,” you mumbled. “It, um, it was really nice seeing you, Ellie.”

“It was nice seeing you too.”

She said goodbye and walked past you. Her scent filled your nose and you shut your eyes, taking it in as you fought hard to not cry. You walked into the aisle and picked up a bag of powdered donuts and headed towards the counter as she walked out. You watched Ellie through the glass window, smiling to yourself when she glanced back at you. She got in her car and drove away.

-

You couldn’t sleep. Ever since you saw Ellie a few days ago, you couldn’t stop thinking about her and it kept you up. You glanced at your phone and sighed. It was two a.m. and you had to go to work at six. You decided you were gonna call off. You needed an extra day to relax and try to rid your thoughts of Ellie. That day, you called Dina sobbing. Dina came over and comforted you and assured you that your pain was valid. She also filled you in on everything going on in Ellie’s life. She was working just outside of town and spent her days off writing songs or visiting Joel at his farm. She told you that Ellie had texted her about you two running into each other, and that she decided to spend a few days at Joel’s to clear her head. “She’s grown a lot,” Dina’s words rang through your head. “If you want to contact her, it’s okay.”

You typed in her number, shocked that you still had it memorized, and sent a quick text.

Hey, is this Ellie?

You set your phone down with a sigh. You almost felt stupid for texting her, especially since it was almost the middle of the night. Now you for sure won’t get any sleep because you were too nervous waiting for a response and she definitely had to be asleep already. You shut your eyes anyway, trying to force yourself to get drowsy when suddenly your phone dinged. You reached over and picked it up, your heart fluttering when you saw the text.

Hey you

I’m sorry for texting you so late…

Don’t be sorry, you know I don’t mind

I know I know

So what’s up?

Honestly nothing

I really just wanted to talk to you

Me too:)

You smiled. As you were typing a response, your phone rang. It was Ellie. You hesitated before answering and slowly brought it to your ear. “Hello,” you said, although it sounded more like a question.

“Sorry, I just wanted to hear your voice.”

Once again you could feel your heart fluttering as your cheeks burned. “Don’t be sorry, Ellie. I… wanted to hear your voice too.”

Ellie breathed out in relief and chuckled. “Can’t sleep?”

“No. I’m guessing you can’t either?”

“Nope, I’m wide awake.”

You giggled and rolled over on your side, putting the phone on speaker and placing it on the pillow next to you.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you,” said Ellie in a low voice.

“Me neither.”

“Ever since I saw you, I’ve been thinking about everything that happened in the end.”

“Ellie,” you almost whined. “Let’s not… talk about that. Over the phone, I mean.”

“Yeah, you’re right… we should talk about it in person,” agreed Ellie.

You bit your lip as you thought about what to say. Would it be too weird to invite her over now, in the middle of the night? Or would that come off as desperate? Before you could say anything, Ellie spoke up. “If you want, I could come over so we can talk about it.”

“Y-Yeah, yeah that’s fine. I’ll text you my address.”

“Sounds good. I’ll see you in a bit, then. Bye.”

“Bye, Ellie.”

After she hung up the phone, you sent her your address.

You’re pretty close. I’m at Joel’s rn and I have to put clothes on. Be there in about 20 mins

You quickly hopped out of bed and opened up your drawer, grabbing a pair of pajama pants and shoving them on. You headed into your bathroom and turned the light on. You brushed your fingers through your hair until it looked decent. You scoffed at the sight of bags under your eyes. Oh well, you thought. It’s not like Ellie would care. You left the bathroom and checked yourself out in the full body mirror, pulling down on your tank top a bit while you turned slightly to make sure there were no stains on your pajama pants. You walked out your room and sat down on the couch, your eyes watching the door intently. You couldn’t believe this was happening. You didn’t think you and Ellie would talk about the past so soon, let alone hang out. You hoped you could stay strong and not embarrass yourself in front of her. You really were over it and you didn’t know what else could be said about everything. But deep down you knew you never got over her. You haven’t been in a relationship since, you always found an excuse to break it off with a girl you were seeing, and you definitely had a type. They all had at least one similar feature of Ellie, whether it was freckles, their hair length, eyes, etc. You wondered if she did the same as you.

A knock at the door made you flinch and ripped you out of your thoughts. You got up and unlocked the door, slowly opening it to see Ellie in an old band shirt and some jeans.

“Ellie,” you greeted. “Come in.”

“Hey, sorry if I took too long. Couldn’t find a clean shirt. Borrowed one of Joel’s.”

“It’s fine, you aren’t late. How’s Joel doing?”

You shut the door behind Ellie, following her as she made her way to the couch. She didn’t sit and stood there, looking around at all the decorations you had up. “He’s good. All he does is tend to his farm and watch westerns all day,” she said with a chuckle.

“Ah, so the same thing he’s been doing for the past ten years?”

“Pretty much.”

Ellie sat down on the couch and you did the same, sitting on the other end. “And how are you?”

“The same, how about you?”

“Also the same,” you replied.

“Good.”

You could hear your heart beating in your chest. For a second, you felt embarrassed as if Ellie could hear it too.

“Ever since I saw you the other day, I’ve actually been… I don’t know. I feel strange.”

“How so?” you asked.

“Haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, about… us,” she shook her head and leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. “About how I fucked up,” she muttered.

“Yeah…”

“I never took accountability for the shit I did. I was an idiot for cheating on you with Lila.”

“Ellie… it’s okay.”

“No, it’s not. It wasn’t fair to you and I never got to truly say how sorry I was. I want us to have a fresh start if we’re back in each other’s lives again.”

“I appreciate it, Ellie. And I forgive you. Hell, I forgave you years ago.”

“I never forgave myself,” she whispered. “You’ve been on my mind since the day you left my dorm for the last time.”

You furrowed your brows and crossed your arms over your chest, leaning back into the cushions as you focused on Ellie and her words.

“I’m not telling you this because I want you to feel sorry but… just to fill you in on what has happened since everything. I hated myself for a long time. I don’t think I stopped hating myself until a year after graduation. Even then, I didn’t feel worthy enough of anything. I’ve tried going on a few dates but it wasn’t the same. So I gave up on all that. I chose to work on myself instead. Sure, there were a few times I was interested in seeing a girl but I couldn’t do it. It wasn’t…” she trailed off, her eyes wandering away from you and down to the floor.

“I’ve tried going on dates too,” you mumbled. “Actually, the other day… I was on one and made Dina text me so I could get out of it. I don’t go on many dates but I do it every time. Whether I’m interested or not, I come up with an excuse to not be with them. I know it’s horrible. I just can’t do it.”

“Is it because of me?” questioned Ellie. You sent her a sad smile and shrugged.

“It was at first. I mean, it still is but for different reasons. They aren’t you.”

“Remember when I told you that I would never stop trying to make things right?”

You nodded.

“I want you to know, I only stopped because I… love you and knew you didn’t want me anymore. I stopped out of respect for you.”

You were silent. You allowed Ellie’s confession to hang in the air and it felt as if it was surrounding you, ready to swallow you whole. You took a deep, shaky breath and let it out slowly. You cleared your throat in hopes the tightness would go away but it didn't. “I've always wanted you, Ellie,” you uttered, your voice cracking when you said her name. “Even when you cheated on me. All I ever wanted was you. It wasn't just the act of you cheating that made me leave, but also I believed I wasn't enough and… I loved you and respected you enough to let you go. Find someone else who could fill everything I left empty.”

You looked up at Ellie as a tear slid down her cheek. She sniffled and brushed it away quickly, sitting up straight and scooting closer to you. You did the same until your knee barely brushed hers.

“You were always enough for me,” said Ellie. “I was a fucking idiot. I'm sorry I made you feel like you weren't enough. You always were enough.”

“Fuck,” you breathed. “I… wasn't expecting the conversation to go like this.”

“I'm sorry.”

“Don't, Ellie. It's fine. We needed this.”

You raised your head to meet her gaze and immediately felt calm. She looked so beautiful with her tear filled eyes and her pouty lips. How was it that so much time had passed and yet you still love her as much as you did before, despite everything? You believed her apology, you believed Dina’s words that vouched for her, and you started to believe one day, the two of you could try again. It was too soon. She was a stranger to you now and you were a stranger to her. And yet, you couldn't stop yourself from leaning forward just to steal a kiss.

Her lips met yours finally, the two of you breathing in harshly at the contact. It was gentle at first, almost hesitant, until she placed her hand on your cheek. You deepened the kiss by wrapping your arms around her neck and pulling her closer. Without thinking, you lifted yourself up and over her thighs to sit in her lap. Her hands found themselves at your waist, gripping tightly as if Ellie was scared you'd pull away and never kiss her again. She picked you up and began to walk blindly until your back touched the wall. She pulled away for a brief second to pull your tank top over your head. You lifted your arms to help her remove it and watched her throw it behind her. Ellie let out a soft moan at the sight of your breasts.

“You’re so beautiful,” she whispered. Her hands cupped your tits as her lips peppered kisses down your neck. You let out a whine, running your fingers through her hair and tugging the strands. She staggered away from the wall and glanced through the nearest door frame to make sure it was your room. As soon as she saw your bed, she carried you inside and laid you down on the mattress. You stared up at her in awe as she yanked her shirt up over her head, unbuckling her jeans and pulling it down along with her panties. You quickly shoved your pajama pants off and threw it to the side. She crawled on top of you, stopping every few seconds to plant kisses along your exposed skin. Your breath grew shallow as her fingers slowly crept up towards your pussy. She used her pointer finger to gently apply pressure to your clit, grinning when your body jolted from the feeling.

“I missed this, baby,” she cooed. “Did you miss me?”

“Mhm,” you whimpered.

Ellie finally stuck a finger inside you. You moaned out her name and gripped the sheets. “E-Ellie,” you whined. “Fuck, I missed you!”

“I know, sweetheart.”

She replaced her finger with her middle and third and brought herself up so she was hovering over you face to face. Ellie kept a steady, painfully slow pace, carefully watching your face twist in pleasure. She didn't want to miss anything, afraid this would be the last time she got to make you feel good, and wanted to make it last as long as possible. She kissed you again, this time slipping her tongue between your lips and circling it around yours. As the kiss grew more passionate, the speed of her fingers increased. Your moans filled her mouth as her thumb brushed against your clit, her fingers curling up inside you and hitting your g spot. It had been too long since you had sex with her and since you did anything to yourself. You could already feel pressure building up in your lower stomach. You pulled away from the kiss and began speaking frantically.

“Wait, wait, wait, Ellie, I-I’m close and I-I don't wanna cum yet,” you begged. Ellie removed her fingers from inside you and brought them to her lips, sucking them off and moaning at the taste of you.

“My sweet girl,” Ellie whispered.

“Ellie…”

Ellie placed a knee against your cunt and used her hand to guide your hips up and down. “You like that, baby? Think you'll last longer with this?”

“Mhm,” you responded.

“Good… just like that, honey. Don't stop.”

She reached down to lift your leg up so she could grind herself onto your thigh. She breathed in harshly at the contact, letting out a soft groan and squeezing her eyes shut. “F-Fuck,” she hissed.

Within minutes, both of you had sped up the movement of your hips. The room was filled with obscene noises spilling out from both you and Ellie’s lips. You tried your best to remain eye contact with Ellie, the intimate act only making you get wetter.

“E-Ellie,” you moaned. “I… I love you, y’know th-that?”

“I know,” she breathed. “I love you t-too.”

Ellie’s breath became jagged as she grew closer. You could feel once again in the pit of your stomach that you were close too. The movement of your hips became sloppy from desperation. All you could focus on was Ellie and your need to cum. Your whining had raised in volume as the feeling got stronger. Within seconds, both you and Ellie’s bodies began to convulse as an orgasm took both of you over. Ellie buried her face in your neck, your nails digging into her shoulders. Once it was over, Ellie collapsed onto you and rested her head onto your chest.

You fought to catch your breath as you stared off into space, shocked that this had happened. You never thought you'd see her or fuck her again. But for the first time in years, you genuinely felt happy and whole. You knew you couldn't give Ellie up but you also knew the two of you had to refrain from doing this again. You had to get to know her all over again, as did Ellie with you. You were alright with that, partially scared, but it was worth it. But that was a conversation for another time. Anything, as long as it meant having Ellie back in your life.

[katyawooga]

bf!reno hcs bc i'm mentally ill :3

→ fem reader !!! mix of sfw and nsfw

– he's the kind of bf to keep polaroids of your nudes in his wallet and swear up and down they're only for him (every turk has seen your tits by now) ((he brags about you and shows you off constantly))

– speaking of the turks... sure, your bare chest is no secret to them, but none of them actually know your name. you're known as "reno's girl," because he only ever refers to you as 'his girl' at work

– he's dumb and sees stupid shit on the internet and wants to do said stupid shit with you all the time (you may or may not have let him play with your pussy with an ice cube when he literally hands-and-knees begged you to try it)

– acts like he just became your boyfriend that very day, every day. legit bouncing off the walls he's so excited and silly and happy that you're his and he's yours

– cheek kisses are his favourite (to receive and to give) argue w the wall idgaf. he's also a biter, he'll bite your cheeks (face or ass he doesn't care) and he'll nibble anywhere he can

– his fingertips are calloused partially from wearing those fingerless gloves at work, and partially from playing electric guitar on his days off. he used to play a lot more as a teen and he's actually really good (he plays stupid meme-y love songs for you)

– sheds like a fuckin dog, like, there is red hair all over your apartment. his hairbrush is also never clean; it's full of long red hair and he's never even thought of cleaning it

– ^^^ adding onto this, your shower is terminally stained red (even after cleaning it multiple times) from how often he has to re-dye his roots and maintain the colour. he refuses to wash his hair with cold water to keep the colour staying vibrant. he's a turk but he's also a pussy

– the backshots are actually deadly, like... one time you two were so desperate and horny and your back actually cracked while he was fucking you. it didn't hurt or anything, it was just a pop, but it freaked both of you out a little

but ummm yeah i like him a very normal amount!!!!! i promise!!!!!!!!

[prettypei]

plot: satosugu bf headcanons (seperately); fluff!

reader: gn! Reader

parings: highschool! geto, gojo

warnings:none?? I don’t think so

(a/n): SUGURU ON THE MIND!!!! esp after that new ep gawd damn

✰GOJO

HES SUCH A LOSER BF

like you knew it from the way he asked you out

he planned to ask you out by making a cake that said "date me?" on it

he thought it was romantic

but gojo srsly cant cook

he even though he really likes sweets he cant even fry an egg so the cake turned out something like... imagine the worst cake possible with frosting everywhere and the message on top of the cake is unreadable and the cake is a weird brown color? yeah its like that

you agreed to go out with him anws

if you ever get in a fight hes definitely pullin up to fight with you, no matter how wrong you are

"cats are dogs" "yea they're basically animals so they're the same!"

will ask to copy homework EVERY. SINGLE TIME.

he claims that he trusts you like you grades vould be going downhill and he would still borrow urs

is the type of person to accidentally copy the name too

such a virgin everyone says he's a major f-boy but in reality he has never felt another person touch him romantically

he gives you goofy grins whenever he does sth stupid (and when he does it's mostly bc he wants to see you laugh)

calls you the most ridiculous pet names "sugar bby pookie bear"

also likes referring to you as candies like he called you liquorice one time???

has a habit of applying lip gloss... like A LOT.

"can I kiss u babe" "yeah lemme put on lip gloss rq" *proceedes to spend 10 whole minutes smacking his lips and applying lip gloss*

really big on pda hes suuupperrrr into it, but he'll tone it down if you're uncomfortable

if ur into it tho? he kisses you every two secs

TAKES THE WORST DATING ADVICE EVER FROM THE TRIO

"guys where shld I bring (name) on a date?" "Bring her to a sewer, that way they'll be scared and hug you."-geto "idk a therapist?"-shoko (in the end you were just grossed out, but he somehow makes it sweet and wholesome at the same time?)

✰GETO

he texts you a lot of memes (I'm sure this is widely agreed throughout the fandom lol)

doesn't hug you a lot in public but he does wrap his arm around your shoulder

he wouldn't be reallyyyy affectionate but if you are he'll accept your hugs with a little smile

he likes my melody more than kuromi

his love language is quality time, sometimes you'll spend dates just lounging out on the couch and doing nothing. However, he thinks it's much nicer than just being by himself

really great memory, he notices those small details about you that no one else does, or even the ones you're unaware of like when you always fold a napkin when you're at a restaurant yk hes cute like that

asks the weirdest questions ever: "do you think I'm a squirrel or a chipmunk?" respond with "I think you're an idiot" QUICK!!!

he gets super moody when his hair ties are missing, he has a whole bag of them at his dorm

allows you to give him silly hairstyles when he's sleepin <3

loves truth or dare and 20 questions

has a weird obsession with puzzles and he likes it if he’s piecing one together with you

he also gets competitive without knowing. Like even with you if you guys are at an arcade and you win him at basketball hoops he’s bitter

”let’s do it again I was not ready” “you said that 5 times and I still won” “NO”

he believes in astrology stuff

is more emotionally attracted to people than physically

he may come off as cold but he just doesn’t express as much as gojo

he sometimes paints (mostly watercolor) and a lot of them are of you or are inspired by you <333

MY POOKIE!!! Free my man he did nothing wrong!!!!

[dira333]

hii dira !! if im not too late for ur summer game i would like to send in shinsou (heheh) with a deep forest/maybe mountain? vacation and maybe becoming a thing/establishing the relationship? 🥺🧡 thank uuu im sending smooches and snøfle winks ur way 🥰✨ - @alienaiver ✨

Hello there! Absolutely can do!

Into the Woods - Shinsou x Reader

It’s only day two and Hitoshi has already learned a few important things about himself.

One, he’s not made to live in the woods. The amount of times he’s flinched because of a noise or jerked away because he felt the air shift is too high to say out loud. At least you’re not making fun of him for being a scary cat.

Two, he’s definitely addicted to this phone. There’s no cell service here, not to mention the absolute lack of internet connection, and while he never thought himself as bad as Denki, his fingertips are itching to press buttons, to swipe left to right. Hitoshi feels like he’s going to die in the next few minutes if no one presents him with a stupid meme to laugh about.

But, most importantly, number three. He’s in love with you, irrevocably

Does he feel a little silly trailing after you wherever you go? Most definitely. Like a dog, too. 

But you look so lovely in the soft morning light, squinting against the hot midday sun, relaxing in the last embers of the evening light. 

“Let’s go exploring,” you ask, pulling him up from the bed. The bed… he can’t stop thinking about it. There’s only one bed.

And you’ve cuddled before, on his bed or on yours, on the Futon in Denki’s apartment or the massive Couch Shoto got as a gift from his Dad. Everyone knows you’re a cuddler but everyone also knows that you like cuddling him best. You’ve actually said it out loud one time, he’s not making that up.

And now you’re going on a trip together, two weeks of just each other and nothing else. Two weeks of sharing one bed.

-

“Are you really okay with that?” Hitoshi asks as you plan the trip. “I can sleep on the floor.”

“Don’t be silly,” you argue against it. “You’d probably hurt your back.”

“But-” He starts but doesn’t end the sentence. 

He’s not there yet. Not yet able to say the words that have gotten a whole different meaning. Hitoshi can see them in your eyes though, can hear them in the hushed whispers of his friends when you lean into him on movie nights or sit on his lap when there are not enough chairs. 

In theory, this vacation is like a confession. But it’s something entirely different at the same time too.

Still, he can’t help but ask. Can’t help but make sure you’re really really really okay with that.

“Don’t be silly,” you tell him again, pulling him into bed with you. “I want you here.”

-

He sleeps like a baby the second night. Maybe it’s because he hasn’t slept the night before or the night before that - he knows his sleep cycle is messed up, thank you very much - or because they wandered through a stream that day, fighting to stay upright in the cold water.

Hitoshi can’t remember laughing this much. He’s laughed about flinching away at the sight of a fish, laughed about falling flat on his ass into the water, laughed about the fact that his bottom stayed wet no matter how hard he tried to keep his balance.

Your giggling has swept around him all day, much like the tinkling of the stream. 

Even now, as he dreams, he can hear it.

-

“Morning,” you wake him with a cup of coffee and the faintest brush of your lips across his brow bone. “Slept well?”

“Yeah.” Hitoshi yawns so loud his jaw cracks. “You?”

“Amazing,” there’s a tilt to your lips that teases him, he knows, but he’s not yet ready to ask about it.

“Sit with me?” He asks instead, patting your side of the bed. 

You slip in without a word and it’s only natural, he thinks, that he curls into you like a cat. 

“Don’t fall asleep again,” you tell him, though your hands are already in his hair and how is that fair?

-

“Can we stay here?” Hitoshi asks, breathless for more than one reason.

The hike up was brutal, the air thick with heat and humidity though you’d trudged along without complaint. The view is spectacular, all those shades of green stretching out in front of him, the glittering silver blue of streams and rivers cutting through in some spots, the vibrant grey mountainside in the distance that feels so close he could touch it if only he stretched his arm out far enough.

And then there’s you, warm and close and glistening in the sun, wanting to be here with him even though he oversleeps and kicks in his dreams, lives of black coffee and free Data. 

Maybe you’re the best thing on this hike and maybe you’re not, because how can he separate these things from each other? You’re the experiences he’s made with you just as much as you’re the person he wants to come back to, again and again.

“I love you,” he whispers, the words almost lost in his gasps for air.

But you catch them, like you do with everything him. 

“I love you.” You say and if he’s crying now he’s fully blaming it on the sun shining in his eyes, although you’re not asking about the tears, just leaning into him like you always do.

Because that’s you. Sweaty and warm and heavy, leaning into him because you trust that he’ll be there and saying “I love you” instead of “I love you too”. Because it’s not about reciprocating sometimes, but about the two of them having the same feelings, at the same time, for each other.

-

In a few days, they’ll have to leave and while he’s not yet ready, he knows he will be.

Hitoshi will kiss you here, unrushed, unjudged, undisturbed.

And when he can’t fall asleep in the grey heat of Musutafu’s summer, he’ll think about the tinkling of your giggle, the cold water rushing over his toes, the sunlight loving you at every time of the day.

And he will remember, to come back when it gets too much.

After all, he can always get back into the woods with you.

[ametistacollinsworld]

⋆ V x N x Murder Drone Reader who collects plushies ⋆

My 43 request! Hope you like!

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You were someone very special to V and N, as well as being part of their squad besides J… being the single biggest Murder drone collector plush they've ever seen!

You loved to collect all kinds of stuffed animals that you could find, you had every kind! Bunnies, bears, frogs, etc!

V and N thought your hobby was pretty cute to say the least, I mean… what Disassembly drone would collect stuffed animals?

" (Y/n)?! Will you come here please? We have a surprise for you! " N shouted with an excited tone, soon entering the dome of Worker drone bodies heading towards the ship, being followed by V who rolled her eyes at him.

" If you say you have a surprise, it's not a stupid surprise anymore you idiot- " V scoffed in a dry voice, which made you giggle as you exited the ship.

" I'm here! What would be the 'surprise' for me? " You ask with an excited tone giving a smile, which makes N and V laugh softly at your cuteness.

" We wanted to give you this! " N exclaimed with an excited tone, soon taking a big yellow stuffed dog from his back, showing it to you with a big smile.

" Yes, yes.. and this too.. anyway- did you like it (Y/n)? " V asked stepping in front of N, then taking a big furry white cat stuffed animal from her back, giving a winning smile seeing how your eyes turned into hearts seeing the plushies in front of you.

" Oh my- They're so cute! I love it! It's perfect, thank you so much N! Thank you so much V! " You exclaimed in a happy tone, bouncing happily and grabbing the plushies from the drones arms giving them a tight hug.

" I'm glad you liked it " N said in a soft tone, seeing how bouncy you were. V seemed to smile watching you.

" Anyway- " V started to speak, but was quickly interrupted by a kiss on her cheek… given by you, who had a big sweet smile on your face, and who soon went to N, giving him a kiss on the cheek too, making the male Murder drone blush.

" If you need me, I'll be inside with my new plushies!~ " You speak with a soft tone and a silly smile on your face, quickly jumping up to the ship and entering it, leaving the two Disassembly drones in silence.

" They kissed me first! That means they liked mine better! " V concluded with a malicious and victorious smile, which made N pout crossing his arms.

" That's not fair- " N started to speak with a sour tone but was quickly interrupted by V.

" Loser! Loser!- " V spoke with a teasing tone making tongue at N, then running towards the spaceship.

" H-hey! Wait V! Wait for me! " N spoke out of his sour expression, hurrying to follow V.

The three of you guys shared lots of warm hugs with your new stuffed animals that night. So yeah- Happy :)

+BONUS MEME+

[quotidianish]

uh uhhhh a the uhh

the tf2s are terrorized by a big scary monster living in the base,, and when they find it it turns out to be like, a possum or something . That might be silly uhhhh

oh oh uh everybody shows their appreciation for miss pauling,, because she’s pretty epic and she deserves some I think

medic and heavy try to have a nice date and everybody keeps on interrupting them and eventually they just give up

engineer and medic invent some stupid shit together honestly just more engineer and medic friendship would be epic

sniper scout and demo all apart are smart in their own rights,, but when together 1 braincell,,,

hmmm uhh. ,, , heavy helps spy learn Russian? Or maybe heavy doesn’t know spy can speak Russian so he insults him one day and spy insults him back

scout and spy do a father-son activity ,, but not because they wanted to do father-son bonding ,it was by accident. Like scout was rambling about baseball and spy said it was stupid so he was like, oh yeah? Bet you’re just jealous, and spy retorts by saying he can throw and scout bets him and they end up playing catch lmao

more trans soldier,,, for the funsies

sniper and demo argue about cryptids and which ones are real or not,, and which animals are real or not because a lot of Australian animals totally sound like cryptids

tired medic,, I know he’s probably on cocaine like twenty four seven or however you say it, but he’s gotta run out at some point

engineer gaming losing his mind !!!! ho boy that’d be scary I think,

pyro’s parents are coming to earth to visit them and they’re like some sort of cosmic-lovecraftian-horrors ,, peeping the horror am I right or am I r anyway scout can handle these man-made horrors just fine maybe you have a skill issue or something

demo listens to breakcore,, I know it’s not like invented for like another million years but idk I think I’d be silly and I think he’d like it

scout learns how to read yayyyyy he reads his first book or something maybe like the ones with the silly golden retriever you know the ones,, like uhh hmm let me search it up OH THE DOG’S NAME IS BISCUIT !!! Yeah the biscuit books,, the I Can Read! ones

movie night !! Its spy’s turn to pick the movie but nobody except heavy and soldier like it and scout starts to argue and eventually they end up with pyro picking the movie like always. (They just put on golden girls episodes’ or something)

Demo is secretly a painter,, more specifically an impasto painter. Pyro finds out and is amazed and asks him to help them learn how to paint. Demo lets them touch the paintings. (impasto paintings are meant to be touched ,,I mean how could you look at all the epic texture and just not. come on now)

I wish I had more but that’s all the thoughts my brain will let me think tonight, hope these help and stuff!! Also I love your art and your memes are so fucking funny,, your headcannons are very epic too,,,, hhhh goodnight I have to sleep now it is 4 am oh nooooo

Ohhh all of these headcanons are so good…. Especially love the scout + spy father son bonding activity. Aggressively chucks ball at his da’s crotch. Swings bat and accidentally managed to bash his son in the face. At the end they have achieved a new level of understanding with one another. Btw medic’s proposing to heavy on that one where the offense class is stalking out of a bush. And thank you so much man <333 these headcanons are fire too 💥💥🫡

[memeapple2]

Starters of memes that live rent free in my head

"OH YEAH MR.KRABS! OH YEAH! OH MR. KRABS! KRABS, KRABS, AHHHHHH, AHHH, AHHH!"

"Ah, a hamburger sandwich and diet Coca-Cola!!!"

"I fucked your mom shit lips!!"

"The only pounds I need are me pounding your mom! SEKAAAA-"

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT? WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!? IS THAT A FUCKING CAT!? EY THAT’S A WEIRD FUCKING CAT! IT LOOKS LIKE GRANDMA THE FUCKIN THING!!"

"Heeeeeeeeey! Whaaaaats uuuup!? It's meeeeeeeee!"

"GIVE ME THOSE! YOU DON'T GET THOSE! YOU LOST YOUR STUPID LITTLE PRIVILEGES!!"

"FUCK YOU! DIPSHIT! GO TO SPACE!!"

"NICE GIRLS DON'T WARE CHA CHA HEELS!!!"

"SAY YOUR GOODBYES LARDASS CUZ YOU'RE ALREADY DEAD AHHHHHHHH!!"

"That's a whole bucket of fucking ranch my guy!!"

"Instead of death please use the phrase hamburger time when speaking to us."

"I have a dad!! I fucking love my dad!!"

"Sweetie, could you pass me the toe breaking hammer?"

"YOU'RE TOO LATE! NOW I HAVE DRAWN MYSELF AS THE CHAD AND YOU AS THE SOYJACK!!"

"THIS REALLY JENNAS MY MARBLES!!"

"COME'ER BOY!!"

"KILL THIS MAN! HE IS NO LONGER MY SON!!!"

"A song is often a prelude...To a dick!!!"

"You're worth all the Steve Rogers porn in the world!!!"

"FUCK THIS LOCKER AND FUCK THAT LOCKER IN PARTICULAR!!!"

"Did you just fucking call me Leno!?"

"Is fucking grass okay?"

"Good morning! Make this day your bitch!!!"

"Ugh I hate that! But I accept it as part of the internet, which is something you'll have to do quite frequently."

"Sometimes life is cock and ball torture without the cock and balls."

"SPEAK FOR YOURSELF MOTHER FUCKER!!!"

"YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH!! 「トリプルドッグデスバラージ」 (TRIPLE DOG DEATH BARRAGE!!!)"

"GET A LOAD OF THIS GUY!!!!"

"By the time you realize my worth I'll be boiling my pizza somewhere else."

"Go to hell, POCKET SAND!!!"

"Hello my name is Firstname Bunchofnumbers, and I have some incredibly shitty opinions!"

"My brain may be lacking BUT MY ASS IS PACKING!!"

"I can't mansplain, manipulate, and manwhore my way outta this one!!!"

"BIG BIRD, BIG BIRD, BIG BIRD, BIG BIRD!!"

"Sippin on that moist!"

"MY CITY NOW! FIIIIGHT!!"

"To shreds you say?"

"why do they call it oven when you of in the cold food of out hot eat the food"

"BLINK MOTHER FUCKER!!!"

[theholypeanut]

I was binge watching horror movies for my birthday and had the cutest thought 😭 reader and bachira watching horror movies, bachira is laughing his ass off at the dumb and predictable plot. Meanwhile reader is on the verge of tears,not showing because she thinks crying over a movie is stupid. Until night time when she woke up gasping and crying from a nightmare and accidentally woke bachira up, resulting in a cute lil late night comfort session 😭

Ooooh I love horror movies so much 😭And late happy birthday 🫶 Also i love how I started writing it about horror movies and ended up with s n a i l s

Established relationship, gn!reader , ~700 words

Bachira was probably the worst horror movie partner you could imagine. He not only talk the entire time, laugh, but he also has the audacity to try to scare you.

“This is just ridiculous” he commented while stuffing his face with popcorn. The protagonist was running into the corn field. “Also it’s just so badly shoot, I don’t know how anyone would be scared of that!” You tried to not jump in your seat during the jump scare that happened just seconds later.

“Haha… yeah…” you could never tell him how afraid you felt. Not only this dumb movie made you genuinely anxious, your boyfriend would rather babble than notice your discomfort and cuddle you. It was nothing as you imagined: you wanted Megu to just hold you tight and cover your face whenever the killer show up on the screen - not feel ashamed and embarrassed. You knew deep down Bachira would never make fun of you, but it was a pride matter at this point. How could you come clean that you were afraid, when he was making fun of this movie from the first minutes?

And this stupid pride made you way too afraid to fall asleep. All of the scariest movie scenes were just rolling through your head, when Bachira was already sleep and sound. Every sound in the room felt amplified and malicious, and that tree behind the window started to look like a person holding a knife. You tried to think about anything else: cute dog you saw in the park the other day, funny cats videos, possum memes, counting sheep, climate change…

You were running away into the woods. You couldn’t see if you were still chased, but the adrenaline was pumping and you will not get killed just to see if the psycho is right behind you. Everything was so dark you barely could see the path, the branches were cutting through your skin and you felt the spider web getting tangled in your hair. It felt so awfully quiet that your fast breath made you even more scared. Is he still there? Maybe you can finally rest? You turned around, and just as you were about to stop, you felt a hand on your back…

“Hey, baby” you heard a familiar voice. “Baby are you okay?”

You sit up. You were covered in sweat. It was just a stupid nightmare. Your eyes started watering.

“No, I’m not okay” you said while covering your eyes. “I hate horror movies. I hate darkness. I hate this stupid killers with stupid knives…” anger turned into sobbing. You felt Bachira hugging you tightly.

“Hey, Bumblebee, it’s fine. It’s okay”

“And this… this stupid branches… and the Forrest… and I… I hate running…” You couldn’t even breathe properly because of your nose getting stuffed. Everything just felt awful. Megu’s hand was gently stroking your head. You were sobbing in silence.

“Forrest is the worst.” Bachira started talking. „And you know what else? Camping. And snails. Aren’t snails disgusting? They are so slimy. Also isn’t it weird to hold your house on your back? Like, where are you even going? That’s suspicious”

You chuckled through the tears. That was so him - making you laugh even in your lowest moments. You took a second to blow your nose. Bachira kissed your forehead.

“Also what’s up with the snails who are naked? Aren’t they even worse?”

“Maybe they are just divorced and the snail with a shell took the house” you said weakly, forgetting about the nightmare. Bachira giggled and kissed you again.

“If we were snails, would you take the house?” He asked. You looked at your boyfriend who got so invested into the snail narrative, he made all of your worries disappear in the instant. And it was one of the traits of him you loved the most.

You laid down on the pillow next to Bachira and hugged him closely, so your nose was touching his collarbone.

“Only if you make me watch a horror movie again”

[questmic]

ok i have so many thoughts and I would love to come up with quest headcanons, pls hmu

but in the meantime. some thought spillage while im still fresh off the game (leaning on quest and xyx)

honestly i love how quest is. just doing his best. he's in a "deadend" job and he knows it but thats ok. he's making do. sometimes you just gotta keep going, and the fact that he’s already reached that level of calm and acceptance despite all the shit in his life is inspiring

……….….i still want to see him breaking down to pieces while talking to nightowl and toasty worrying about MC and how the rest see him post-leak though

is xyx’s bad end just amplified by MC’s flirting and him not being able to process his emotions/fear of commitment?? (aka how he’s miserable that he can’t even admit how he feels about you at the end) Because goddamn if that’s not a painful ending. The fact that pushing xyx or even nightowl to change (before they’re ready, or just generally trying to ���fix” them) just. pushes them away from you……… god

im also very much here for quest pinging toasty for help on figuring out how to meet MC without triggering the filters, and just being like expressive and Head in Hands, yknow? xyx probably listening on call from toasty’s bedroom being like. ‘yeah why don’t you guys just use a cipher or something. break it into specific seconds on the hour. eventually it has to work right?’

‘or do a stupid meme poem. five horses and five cars and 3 dogs live in 1 house.’

quest’s jaw just. dropping. “that’s. actually really smart.” Toasty going like. “yeahhhhhhhhh. that. can’t believe MC hadn’t thought of it first....”

and quest having to admit that, no, he had in fact not asked MC yet… if they would even like to meet or if they’d even consider it – despite that being the only thing on his mind for the past few weeks. he was just trying his best to. give them space, and time on their own terms. and he wanted them to be sure they were choosing him.

and the fact that it’s just been MC’s voice just. carrying quest through his day, everyday. since the first call. “your eyes looked like they were glowing” ...… like yeah we believe you man

what a simp, he just straight up calls MC AT his work place. probably keeps them in a small square on his screen, and smiles stupidly at his screen a few times, and his colleagues start to sincerely wonder why he’s so goddamn happy despite getting lugged with double late shifts.

[jestervomit]

Look at my stupid fat ass dog 😭

She's so ugly I love her

she suffers from severe anxiety and is basically me but dog

She's inbreed... Her mother kissed her son and she got pregnant (that's how babies are made)

also she was abused by her mother (same), so much so that she broke her legs and broke her skull (so now she looks weird)

anyways her fucking leg is broken but I the doctors said that it's fine for some reason

she's like those videos of abused dogs- if you show her ANY OBJECT she will run away

was never abused by a human, tho

unless you count his old owner who never fed her

wait that's abuse

Uh

Anywho

so his old owner kinda just abandoned her... And I kinda liked her so whatever

She lived like

Half of her life on my ceiling... Yeah I'm not gonna elaborate on that

So I kinda liked her and I adopted her from my mother (who also didn't feed her)

so now I have a dog

She's cute

i like her

This was supposed to be another meme post but it turned like a vent-ish something uhhhh

[elf-simp]

Right so as I mentioned yesterday here's the new oc:

Kingdoms twin brother, Castle Atoel

This was a fleeting thought that pretty much started and ended at: "What if King had a sibling named Castle? Wouldn't that be kinda funny haha." Granted I did muddle over different ideas for a time that, maybe, made more sense? But none of them captivated me.

However I mentioned as much in one of my discords the other day and immediately got dog piled and encouraged to make it a reality. I was initially opposed because aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa but. I was convinced enough to at least mess with glamours. Then that quickly turned into me messing with material files. Then opening blender and making a simple edit to Radiant fending that finally opened my minds eye:

Yes it is critical that they both have insanely high collars. After that I began to think about just how he'd work and what makes him different from yet synergistic enough with Kingdom to justify doing all this. All the thoughts I've got right now are very scattered but:

King is far more 'magically charged' than Castle. Castle as a result doesn't float around like King does. However he does have something else he can do (Surprise tool for later). For other extremely specific non-interesting lore reasons this is important.

While I've yet to fully define Castle's power set, both he and King have the whole crazy terrifying shadow demon thing going on. (Dad would be proud! Maybe!)

Castle's loadout is also not finalized But it currently contains Paladin and is going to contain Viper.

King hates pretzels, Castle loves them. This is one of the few things they will fight about.

They are both lactose intolerant. Castle respects that his body can suck at times and tries to avoid it dairy but Kingdom can and will devour icecream like it's going extinct.

Kingdom has a catchphrase. Castle thinks it's stupid and groans dramatically every time Kingdom says it.

In terms of personality Castle picks up more from their mom (Madeline) than he does from their dad (Seiei). Vice Versa for King.

^ Because of this Castle is an order of magnitude more charismatic than his brother, often taking the roll of the "face" between the two

Despite this, Castle is not a master strategist or negotiator. This isn't to say he is dumb however, it's just that he isn't as creative as Kingdom when put in situations™.

Since they're twins they are BOTH the Warrior(s) of light

^ I have an explanation for this that I will never share because I'm embarrassed about it ♥.

Being that they are of the same sundered soul, they do have a minor psychic link. Not really telepathy per say but they like radio transmit vibes. Kinda like sharing a meme but at light speed.

Castle's birth name is Alonsoa. This name is taken from a tall-ish flowering plant in the tribe "Hemimerideae." The same tribe that Nemesia is in.

There's more stirring in my head but none of it is landing on solid ground just yet so this is it for now but yeah! That's the new little guy. I'm gonna go back to playing dress up and writing scattered thoughts down where no one can see :3

[abihastastybeans]

HELLO

5, 10, 13, 15, 18, 19, 21, 29 from here

(i just realised that that's a lot so feel free to skip some/answer selectively if you want to do that!)

CAL HIIIII!!!!

(are you kidding ofcourse I'm gonna answer all of that, let's make a game out of it and see how long it takes me)(it's 15:05 when I started answering)

5. Favourite song in your native language

Can't think of one rn😭 The first one that came to mind is Venmadhi Venmadhi from Minnale because some guy was playing that on the bus yesterday. I think it's a lovely song, especially the third verse :)

10. Most enjoyable swear word in your native language

I don't really swear in Tamil😂 I only use words like stupid/wastrel/dog/buffalo... y'know the most common ones lol

But, again, the first swear word that came to mind is *looks around to make sure no one's listening* "watha" - which is basically the Tamil equivalent of fuck - because one of my friends called another friend that this morning lmao

13. Does your country (or family) have any specific superstitions ot traditions that might seem strange to outsiders?

Well there's so many but i generally think that doing rituals/ chanting slokas or vedas must be very strange to outsiders who aren't really used to that! Imagine being a white christian and you encounter a yagna happening with a giant fire, lots of huge shirtless men saying very weird words in their blaring voice, adding all kinds of different things into the fire, while surrounding people watched on... I'd be terrified 😂💀

15. A saying, joke, or hermetic meme that only people from your country will get?

SO BEAUTIFUL. SO ELEGANT. JUST LOOKING LIKE A WOW.

18. Do you speak with a dialect of your native language?

Gosh I speak so many dialects - depending on who I'm talking with. There's what I consider the normal one, there's the one mixed with random English sentences😂, there's the local chennai dialect for when I'm dealing with/in public or local vendors💀, there's the tambrahm (wow it feels weird to say it like that) dialect because that's what I was raised on in mum's side of the family

19. Do you like your country's flag and/or emblem? What about the national anthem?

I've honestly never thought about this before...

Flag - 🇮🇳 It's a good one, I like what it stands for. But no one would forget the struggle it would take when you were 6 years old and were asked to draw the national flag and you wouldn't remember how many spokes are there in the ashoka chakra😭 or even if you remembered, you wouldn't know how to divide them evenly throughout the circle... So much stress. 7/10

Emblem - it's a bit complex if you ask me but eh. It looks cool i guess. I like the phrase 'satyameva jayathe' ("truth alone triumphs" in Sanskrit) so there's that :p 5/10

National Anthem - I love it!! I like the picture it paints, listing out all those places! Only criticism is that it was very difficult for younger abi to sing the beginning because it was so very low and i struggled for a long time😅 9/10

21. If you could send two things from your country into space, what would they be?

Aloo mutter gravy and methi roti👍

29. Does your region/city have a beef with another place in your country?

I was thinking really hard...before i realised🤭

MYSURU. WHY do you do that to your sambar??? It's nice, I'd be lying if I said it's bad, but how?????? How did you come to the decision "oh you know what. I'm gonna make this taste sweet. Yeah."??

We went to Mysore one time and had some sambar and do you know what happened, cal? My cousin threw up, that's what happened.

(it was because of the long uphill travel but the sambar definitely contributed :p)

What you lack in sambar, you make up for it with Udupi rasam so. I forgive you😤

(now the time is 15:55)

"Hi, I'm not from the US" ask set

[inciting-chaos-series]

The Night Shift: Chapter Three

If you'd like to be tagged when new chapters are posted let me know! -Ghostiewvlf

✦✦Update: Edited slightly :) -Ghostiewvlf

✦ The Night Shift Masterpost ✦

➢ Tag List: @valleys

➢Author: Ghostiewvlf & JTheGhost ➢ Rating: Mature ➢ Pairings: Corpse X reader | Corpse X y/n ➢ Themes: Slow Burn | Coworkers To Lovers | Angst | Holiday | Mutual Pining | Fluff | Smut? | Hurt/Comfort | Soulmates | Fake Relationships | Miscommunication | Forced Proximity | Found Family | ➢ Warnings: Crude Humor | Suicidal Jokes/Ideation | Drinking | Smoking |

➢Summary:

You work the night shift at a local dog kennel for boarding and daycare. You love the peace and quiet of the shift, but just when you get comfortable- a few break-ins happen around town, and upper management decides to place your quiet, brooding, shift lead on the schedule with you.

☽✧ Chapter Three: Musically In Tune ✧☾

-Y/N POV-

Your second class wasn't supposed to start for another fifteen minutes, but you really didn't have the energy to get out of bed. You hated that you only had one day off work, sure your job was alright, but using your other day off as the day to schedule all your classes was really not the move, because now you didn't want to attend the lectures. The text that popped up on your phone didn't help focusing much either. Why was he texting you? Did he want you to come in on your day off?

Logan 🐺:

Hows school nerd?

“Weird” You said aloud, laughing to yourself as the small adrenaline rush of having to come in dissipated.

You:

Not exactly better than work, but not worse 

Logan 🐺:

I can always call you in for an ‘emergency’ haha

You:

No thanks! Lol

Next thing you knew your phone was flooding with sad cat memes about school. Your face quickly started to ache from laughing so much. 

Logan 🐺:

Don’t tell the boss im memeing on company time

You:

You are my boss stupid 

Logan 🐺:

Oh, yeah… guess I am ;) 

It was so bizarre seeing this side of him. In just a week he had gone from this “quiet shift lead that no one really wants to talk to” to “coworker that you look forward to working with everyday” to now, acquaintances? Friends? You didn't really know. It was hard for you to draw lines between stages of friendship at work. Maybe he was just being nice to make you feel more comfortable around him? 

Logan 🐺:

So… what class are you in right now?

You:

Just about to start music theory 

Logan 🐺:

RIP haha

Need any help studying? I’m pretty good with music 

You:

I might take you up on that actually lol 

I never have time for this class so now im nearly failing

Logan 🐺:

Bring your stuff next shift and we’ll work on it :)

You:

Thank youuuu :’)

You turned the screen off on your phone and tried your best to pay attention during your lecture, but you couldn't shake the nervous energy you had built up thinking about the next shift working with him. 

It didn't take long for the next workday to arrive. You had barely slept at all, staying up studying and trying to catch up in your other courses was beginning to take a toll on you. You arrived barely on time for your shift, quickly getting the usual updates from departing day staff before clocking in. You headed into the break room and set your things down before collapsing into the seat and catching your breath. You’d just barely remembered to grab your music theory notes and homework, collecting them in a rush and making you run just enough behind that you’d be late if you picked up food for the shift. At least you would be able to get some help from Logan tonight though and hopefully your next exam would go over better than the last. 

The day shift quickly finished up and clocked out. Logan seemed to be running a bit late, so once everyone else had clocked out and left you began the duties of the night. You were on your second rotation of letting dogs out when you heard his car pull up, so you didn't turn to look when you heard the backdoor open and a few more dogs run out. You continued playing with one of the more shy dogs that was boarding for the night and watched to make sure everyone was getting along.

“Hey there.” You felt a warm hand on your back, a sharp contrast with the bite in the cold fall air. You tried to ignore the nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach acting up. 

“Oh hey!” a slightly-too-loud laugh falling from your lips. 

“I stopped at Starbucks and got us some coffee.” An uneven smile painted his face, making him look almost comical with his cold bitten nose and pale skin, along with those signature dark circles under his eyes. 

“Oh wow, thank you! I was running late and wasn't able to stop for anything today.” You smiled and accepted the warm cup and took an eager sip, grateful to have some caffeine for the night. 

“Oh huh, perfect timing I guess? You're welcome.” He chuckled and offered a smile just as warm as the cup in your hands. “I can order some food or snacks later too.” He took a sip of his own cup and huffed, his breath forming a small cloud in front of him due to the freezing temperature. As much as you despised the cold and how it made your already poor circulation in your hands feel like pins and needles, you did really love the aesthetics of it: the clouds of breath, the way it made faces redden, the smell that was draped across everything the night before a big thunderstorm or heavy snowfall, the oversized hoodies and layered outfits that everyone seemed buried in, big boots with chunky socks- it was all very comforting in a way, it seemed to round out the edges in a very sharp world.

The night went by much the same as it began. There was a very comforting feeling about the weather and the mood that you were both in, even the dogs seemed very subdued. Time seemed to go by a bit slower, which you happily welcomed after weeks of vigorous study. 

Though time seemed to be lulling along peacefully, you got your nightly duties done in record time. You blamed the unusually well behaved dogs. It wasn't long before you were both sitting at the front desk again, joking around and playing some light music. He hesitantly showed you a few of his favorite bands. You assumed his apprehension was from fear of judgment. Lucky for him, you both enjoyed darker, more melancholy music. 

You both listened to his Spotify playlist while he helped you on your coursework. You bopped along to several songs you recognized as he read through your work. BONES, Xavier Wulf, and several other artists played softly through the speakers. 

“Mm, yeah not this one…” You sheepishly laughed as you clicked skip on Cholesterol, not needing to feel too melancholic tonight. He merely chuckled and nodded with firm agreement. You were surprised by his knowledge about music, he helped you get through the entirety of your homework, as well as explained a bunch of the questions you’d missed on the last exam you brought with you. 

“How do you know all this? I feel like you know more than my professor honestly…” You laughed as you finished up the last question and shut your notebook. He’d managed to explain everything all in a way that was actually making sense to you. He’d even related back to songs that played out softly on the speakers and used them as examples to the concepts. 

“I sincerely fucking doubt that…” He chuckled tiredly. “I just- know music I guess… I spend a lot of time with and around it, I uh-  I’ve even made a couple songs myself…” You smiled as you caught the red tint on his heated cheeks.

“Wait really?” You gave him a surprised look. 

“Yeah, I don’t know if they're any good, but I like making them.” He shrugged and passed you the keyboard  and mouse to play music. 

“Can I hear one?” You pried, making him slump into his chair further and groan softly.  

“Ahh I don’t know, y/n…” He huffed and rolled his eyes playfully. “I haven't really shown anyone, but I guess if you promise to not make fun of me…” he turned slightly and narrowed his eyes at you, “...or tell anyone here-  maybe I’ll bring my computer next time or something…” 

“Hmm, we’ll see…” You squinted back, jokingly challenging him before laughing.

“I’ll write you up I swear to god y/n…” He joked back, laughing along with you. 

“OoOkay boss man…”

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