#Soft & Quiet

[gent-illmatic]

[canisalbus]

He’s so fun to draw!

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[purple-raspberries]

Appy slices 🍎

I like to think the neighbors sometimes come into Howdy’s shop and just hang around while he does other things. Like a cafe! Though, he’d probably tell them to leave at some point. But they may also leave on their own since Howdy’s such a chatterbox! Ha!

[ffsg0jo]

yeah manwhore gojo is great but what about touch starved gojo who fantasises holding your hand. spends his nights dreaming about the way you would feel cuddled in his arms. his entire face red and blushing at the mere thought of your lips chastely pressing against his. he can't stay thinking about that too long though because it'll result in him giggling and kicking his feet all night and getting no sleep.

gojo who sits downs next to you and almost combusts feeling your soft thigh lightly pressing against his. he just yearns to be close to you in any way possible. his leg wrapped around yours whilst you're sitting opposite each other, his pinkie always reaching for you. he's always blushy and giggly around you and it's the most adorable thing ever. this man loves you so much and he's not afraid to show it at all. he wears the simp title like a badge of honour.

it's not just physically either. he no longer thinks in his own voice. his entire brain has literally been rewired ever since meeting you. your voice is always replaying in his head, the way you say his name is on repeat 24/7. the sweet little nicknames you give him too.

like yes, he is your sweet little cuddlebug and he is your cutie patootie blue eyes white dragon. and he's so proud of it. yk those titles people have after their names like DClinPsy and MBBS, he has that in his bio too, but it's just silly little nicknames you've given him.

this man is a true loverboy through and through.

[sunsetdesire]

fisting tboys is as close as i can get to divinity, actually

[minimujina]

wanderer in his season of healing makes me so happy. i love that he is safe enough to become softer again, that he is regaining some of his previously “weak” attributes and finding peace with them. he is becoming measured and introspective, and thinking before he speaks, perhaps a result of both his healing and his melancholy; i think it’s beautiful that he is finally able to safely feel his sadness and process the things that have happened. he is simultaneously finding peace and feeling all the difficult emotions he previously consumed with anger. it is painful, but right.

his sense of humor is still intact, certainly rough around the edges as you’d expect, though much less biting than before. it’s easy to tell that most anything aggressive he says is a front, a front that he is no longer concerned with presenting as absolute truth. perhaps the front is his sense of humor, and his affection is all thinly veiled behind jabs and sour grumbles—he is not willing to divulge the intimate details of that, however, preferring to leave it up to interpretation.

i just think of him and his healing and i feel like if he were to fall in love, it would be such a sweet and gentle and quiet sort of thing, just like his newfound peace. he ponders over many things, brooding by himself as much as he can, though he occasionally allows space for others to brood with him. that, i think, is something unique he may grow in. there are people who cannot tolerate strong emotions in themselves and certainly not in others—but he is the kind of person who can. he is the kind of person you could sit with and exist in your sadness and just be sad, and that’s okay. he’s not offering words of comfort or anything, but he doesn’t need to. anything he’d say would be useless anyways, he knows what it’s like and knows that a presence is enough and existing in your emotions safely is enough. he can appreciate someone who is straightforward about feeling unwell, who doesn’t seek pity, who is alright with sitting in the mud. he will gladly sit with you, then, as long as you don’t expect him to get all mushy about things.

he would do well falling in love quietly, not having to beat around the bush. naturally, pieces would fall into place, and he’d find himself yearning to be in the presence of another in a way he’d never before experienced. he had never really wanted to be around anyone, had never sought out anyone’s presence. but once he has been treated gently, has fallen softly into the arms of a likened soul who has the patience and understanding to touch his rough edges without recoiling, he finds his third space being with this new safe person.

and despite his reluctance to be anything but mysterious and nonchalant, i believe wanderer in his healing season would become quite the romantic. not in the sappy sense, but in the quiet love sense i’ve been talking about. firm and protective, subtle and gentle, almost gentlemanlike if it weren’t for his falsely rotten attitude he enjoyed projecting. romantic in a princely way, in a reverently respectful way, in a grotesquely wholesome way.

only the most chaste touches and kisses; he’s still getting used to affection, and would abhor pda. in private he’s much more open to being touched, because he is safe. if he is not safe, he is deeply conditioned to be conscious of his vulnerabilities, and it’s something that will take a lot of time to override, if even at all. but it’s a massive and beautiful step that he is even willing to receive affection at all, that he would want it from a partner in any amount.

hates eye contact, likes playing with hands. likes tracing veins and creases in skin and freckles and scars; he finds them fascinating, as he has nothing of the sort on his artificial body. one of his unique ways he shows affection is what could be called “studying” you. he likes to brood (with you there; perhaps it could be called parallel brooding) and take your arm and trace all the splotches, imperfections, veins, tendons he can find. he likes to touch more than he likes to be touched i think. perhaps he becomes amusingly selfish in this way. perhaps he is more averse to receiving than giving the affection because his disgust towards himself still lingers. perhaps he still has harmful core beliefs to unlearn.

i think he is full of a love that is strong and quiet, a love that he gives so sparingly, and only in pieces, never all at once. unless, that is, someone comes along and manages to drag it all out like a magnet—his carefully crafted exterior is in pieces, just like that! but oh, once someone is in possession of his love, he begins to know them so intimately, more intimately than he lets on. he so deeply knows who he loves and he knows how to give and to take action and so he does it, silently, for he is adept at perceiving the needs of his loved ones. reading body language and facial expressions is second nature to him at this point; nothing can get past him.

he studies you wordlessly with the expression of a cat who loves and reveres its human, except it’s the kind of cat who believes it owns the human, not the other way around. you’re his responsibility that he has taken on like an extension of himself because he loves you, and you have loved him, and now he hardly wants you out of his sight. his journey of rediscovery and learning self acceptance has been mentally and emotionally arduous, but ever since you came in and made loving him seem so easy, he’s felt much more at peace, and has had the capacity to reflect and process with much more freedom to sincerely feel.

stupid fictional character i hate him i hate him so much he is not real and i hate him

[kabukiaku]

Fly me to the moon.....🌛🖤

ref used from fukakucos on instagram 💜🖤

[s00mia]

[tojisun]

aww feel so bad for wade being untouched and watching reader and logan fuck ☹️☹️

prev // aww dont worry ˙ ◠˙he loves that dynamic anyways.

wade’s got that humiliation kink; that kink where he’s bound, and helpless, and made to feel like he’s being cucked. also? he gets spoiled fast later. he is your and logan’s sweet boy, after all.

wade gets pampered; drawn into the space between you and logan. he’s twitching, snarling, but broken pleas fall from his pretty lips because he wants to be touched and wants to be fucked and—

“shh, little bug,” logan croons, a touch so soft like he isn’t straining himself, his cock already hard underneath wade’s ass. you look at them like they are a wonder, and you’re all starry-eyed and open-mouthed breaths because nothing has ever fit right in your life before this.

before them. and then, all of a sudden, like your karmic cycle is finding its balance, they found their way to you.

you cup wade’s jaw, thumb caressing the patch of his skin. “can we take your mask off, love?”

the keen he gives out is broken, and you and logan meet each other’s eyes because you both realize that wade’s dropped fast. that’s alright, he will be all taken cared for now.

wade is overwhelmed with the filling pleasure, feeling toe-curling bliss from your slowed pumps on his cock and logan’s shallow thrusts in his hole. every inch of his skin has been marked, gnawed on, but also kissed and praised, and wade trembles at the intensity of it all.

he’s babbling his thank you’s, and i love you’s, and—

fuck. words are failing him right now because nothing else could explain how good everything feels. logan’s a steady presence behind him and you are a warm weight, and he needs more. he wants more. he—

you kiss wade, silencing his spiral, before reaching past him to brush your lips over logan’s. logan gives you a quiet smile, and you know. god, you know—it feels surreal to be close to them like this; to be loved like this, and to be able to love.

but you bask it all in, greedy and possessive and unwilling to let even an increment pass by without being cherished because right here, in front of you, is the entirety of your love and it spans the extent of the universe.

“ready to cum once more, sweetheart?” you ask wade, your voice not above a hushed croon.

wade nods, unable to use his words—funny, isn’t it? when it matters the most, he can’t seem to find the power to speak.

but logan tells him that’s alright. that you and logan got him; that he’s got nothing else to worry about. that all he needs to do is to cum; to descend into his pleasure and to bask in it.

wade cums with a soft cry, logan’s teeth digging into his skin and your lips pressed on his forehead.

[knockknockitsnickels]

"Sacrifice the Yourself" (title pending), the hip new slay the princess swap AU, in which you and the girlies must decide if you're gonna let a giant bird stab you (and maybe.... find love?!)

[talktonytome]

They’re in the middle of walking down the sidewalk, on their way to the coffee shop a few blocks down, while Buck’s spouting facts about coffee roasting and different drinks, and how “an americano is actually an excellent drink and if people don’t know how to prepare it properly, they should just say that!”

He barely registers Tommy taking his wrist and smoothly moving him around to the side away from traffic. They continue walking, Tommy nodding along to all his facts, with a fond look on his face. “Did you know a blonde roast surprisingly has more caffeine than a dark roast? Most people assume a dark roast would have more, but no,” Buck explains. “It honestly just tastes bitter to me, but if you ever have that problem, you can add a bit of Himalayan or other salt and it counteracts some of the bitterness!” He finishes excitedly.

“I actually didn’t know that,” Tommy glances over at him, “that is pretty cool,” he smiles. “You’re really something, you know,” he breathes, voice full of affection.

Buck blushes, breath catching, like it does every time Tommy says something like that or looks at him like that. “Feel free to stop me, if I ever get too annoying,” he says. “I promise I won’t be offended!”

“Now why would I do that?” Tommy frowns. “Evan, I think you’re adorable, you know that- and when you talk so passionately about things that interest you? Well, you’re absolutely radiant.” He takes Buck’s hand in his and intertwines them. “So thank you, but by all means, always feel free to ramble with me.”

And what is Buck supposed to do, but give Tommy a blinding smile, and hope that he would always keep him?

It’s not until they get to the door of the coffee shop that realization stops Buck in his tracks. “Tommy?”

“Hm?” Tommy pushes the door open, waiting for Buck to walk through, but he’s still frozen outside.

“Before, did you… did you move me away from the street? Like, that old-fashioned gentleman-y move?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Tommy shrugs innocently, holding the door open for an older couple. “Ready for coffee?”

“Tommy!”

[gent-illmatic]

[silverthefarmer]

i have a lot of strong feelings about the fact that, as far as i can tell, this moment during his 10 heart is the only time Elliott ever just says “hey”

[caramelarchive]

okay but rubbing noses with L. hhh.

just him walking up to you, slipping his arms around your waist and leaning forward to brush his somewhat pointy nose against your softer one.

you can smell his breath, the scent of cake and coffee and strawberries. he can smell yours, too, and he wouldn't care at all if it smelt like tuna or if it smelt like rainbows because when your lips part you're so beautiful. he just wants to kiss you.

but kissing doesn't feel as intimate as this.

so his nose stays there, against yours, and the greatest detective in the world is standing here with you as the sun sets outside the windows, breathing on you and soaking in your light and warmth as he stares into your wonderful eyes.

and then as quickly as he came,

he's gone,

the scent of vanilla frosting lingering where he stood.

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[codename-adler]

the moment that did me in is when Andrew brought Neil’s hands above his hair and said “Just here.”

[juliamstarr]

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