#soft yearning

[lzyinspce]

when he checks in on me <3 when he does things for me <3 when he shuffles over to give me more blankets in bed <3 when he lights my joints <3 when i catch him looking at me and his eyes catch the light in that way that makes them sparkle <3 when he sings to songs i’ve shown him <3 when he’s so gentle with me <3 when he holds my hand at doctors appointments <3 when he gets me to crush the garlic when he’s cooking <3 when he’s the sweetest, kindest and most caring boy in the entire world whom i love with my whole heart <3 HIM <3

[honeypleasejustkillme]

got too high and now i need someone to cuddle with me and whisper praises in my ear

“such a good boy” “i’m so proud of you” “i’m here, let it out” “you are enough”

[thedevilsfavoriterose]

Oh to have late night conversations with someone until you can barely keep your eyes open anymore and are just mumbling incoherently as your partner brushes their fingers through your hair, smiling fondly at your quiet words as you drift to sleep

[euesworld]

"The softest heartbeats are often the most loving one's, cause when you feel so soft with someone that your heart relaxes around them.. that's a whole new level of affection."

Sure, it's intense to have your heart thundering around someone else.. but when you are relaxed and a home, it is a different kind of perfect, a different kind of soft - eUë

[mybelovedneitherdoyou]

At this point in my life I really don't have the time and energy for people with a victim complex. If I express an issue and you put up a fight that's IT. I am done with people who take no responsibility. You will not get an ounce of guilt out of me for standing up for myself.

[nothanksbi]

I smile as I write this: You used to be so playful around me, when it was just the two of us. Something's changed, hasn't it?

I've seen you catch me looking at you, and again when I look back to confirm you were indeed looking at me. I've instinctively turned to you when our supervisor brought that mug to lunch and kept filling it up with sambar over and over again - and more than once you've instinctively turned to me too, and we've shared a smile that says everything. I haven't seen you look at me when I called my mother to ask if I can stay longer, but I've felt your gaze on me and your anticipation while you waited for her verdict with me. I've noticed you don't talk first anymore - that one's on me, I'm always trying to fill the silence so you don't find out how I feel while always wishing you did. I've noticed that you listen, you always listen, even when it looks like you didn't. (Yes, I know you laughed when I said "whaaat, that was such a good bad joke!") I've noticed you get all awkward when you couldn't open the fancy lid of the water bottle near me, then you couldn't close it when you were done, and again when you wanted the paan sitting in front of me and didn't know how to ask. I don't even need to say your name when I want to get your attention - I turn to look at you, and I have you less than a second later. You walk me back outside to my car, even though your bike waits for you in the other direction. I'm trying to be realistic, to not read into things too much...but I'm right this time, am I not?

You remind me of the ocean, when it's low tide. Hardly anything on your face, but you're probably burning with life inside. I know, the situations in which we meet don't allow you to show yourself too much. And yet, every once in a while, your eyes meet mine and I can't help the smile spreading on my face anymore. Next time we meet, I'm planning to not be so afraid anymore, to just give you a glimpse of how I feel. Will you take me deeper into your ocean too?

[southeast-northwest]

i never want to let him go.

i want to hold him in my arms, hugging him with all my strength and just be. like that. forever.

no responsibilities, no commitments, no distractions. only the feeling of his body and mine, intertwined for all eternity.

[brokendreamsandpyramidschemes]

You're insufferable?? To you maybe, to me that is the love my life right there.

[clumsy-inkspiller]

I love the time between 3:30 am to 4. It's the perfect time period. Not too early to say morning yet not an extreme night time uk? Just perfect comforting silence♡

[lzyinspce]

i will never get over being genuinely in love !! soft moments together and slow dancing in the kitchen, gentle forehead kisses and washing each others hair <333 i want to spend my forever in his arms

[thedevilsfavoriterose]

i want kisses and attention so so bad

[euesworld]

"Her soft soul is such a complex thing, a light that yearns for love as it flirts with her brain.."

With the strength of an army, she yearns for love - eUë

[mybelovedneitherdoyou]

anyways don't be a stranger

Phoebe Bridgers, Scott Street

[sleepymarimo]

toji x reader // sfw!

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 doesn’t remember the last time he was gifted something.

“you got me what?” he asks again, kicking his sandals off at your front door for what seems like the millionth time.

you rise from your couch, the wood creaking slightly as you do so. “just some stuff for you to keep here so you stop using mine,” you reply, the shrug of your shoulders indicating how little of a deal it is.

in the kitchen, you rinse out the glass you’d been using. toji’s footsteps are barely audible over the sound of running water.

“there’s a few pairs of sweats in the hall closet,” you tell him, setting the glass down to dry. “and some other stuff in the bathroom. shampoo, body wash, toothbrush…”

the assassin lets out a small huff, crossing his arms as he leans against the doorway. “you tellin’ me i reek or something?” he accuses, more so to brush off the odd feeling building in his gut.

“maybe.” comes your playful quip, your head tilting as you rest your weight on the counter and look at him. “but seriously, you just come around so often,”- his nose wrinkles at that, as he knows he crashes here much more than he should- “that i figured i’d just get you your own things. it’s not like it cost me an arm and a leg.”

with a yawn you stroll toward your room, lightly poking his chest as you pass him. “plus, you use up all of my stuff, dummy.”

he grunts, his eyes following you until you’re out of sight. “i don’t need fancy clothes or any of that crap,” he murmurs to himself, taking a few steps toward the hall closet.

his large hands wrap around the handles, sliding the doors open until he sees a pile of clothes resting on one of the shelves. three black tees stacked atop three pairs of sweats, some boxers and socks in a little box, all for him.

he picks up a shirt without hesitation, the fabric smooth against his calloused fingers. his brows furrow in concentration, maybe unease. this is for him, it’s his, and maybe that’s why this shirt is the softest one he’s ever felt.

with a gruff exhale, he snatches a pair of sweats and a clean pair of boxers, his steps unhurried as he heads for the bathroom.

the fan hums above him as the lock clicks into place, his eyes immediately darting to the shelves to see the new toiletries. his stuff.

inside the shower, toji’s shoulders sag.

it’s as if the water is washing away his defenses, the rugged, nonchalant exterior he wears now melting away in the comfort of your shower.

toji pops open one of the new shampoo bottles, taking in the scent and pouring it onto his palm. he wonders if this smell reminds you of him, if you put some thought into each item.

while he rubs it into his hair, he thinks about if he should pay you back. it’s not like he asked you to get him all this stuff, but still.

even when you’d first started letting him crash on your couch, you hadn’t demanded much in return.

“just don’t make a big mess and be decent, alright?” he remembers you saying.

and he was just fine with that. free room and board just for something so simple? he’d be a moron to decline.

it was only after around a week that he felt a familiar itch. he wouldn’t be in your debt, wouldn’t wait for the day when you’d inevitably ask for something.

so, he offered what he always did- himself. that’s what women usually wanted from him, anyway.

his idea didn’t exactly go as planned. if anything, it made him feel more conflicted, made him wonder why the hell you kept him around.

were you just lonely? did you enjoy his company?

“oh, no… i don’t do that,” you’d said, holding your hands up, flustered but adamant. “you don’t have to sell yourself to me or anything. who does that? like, what?”

the water patters on the tile floor, his body and mind feeling more clear and clean than they’ve been in a long time.

when the faucet squeaks shut, he steps out and snorts as he sees a new, fluffy black towel hanging beside yours behind the bathroom door. he grabs it, rubbing his scarred skin dry and running it through the damp strands of his hair.

the new clothes feel like heaven, truly.

in your room, engrossed by your phone, you barely hear the sound of the bathroom door opening. toji’s steps are almost silent, his arms crossing over his chest as he watches you beneath the covers.

he’s amused as you snicker at some post, the dim screen lighting up your face in the otherwise dark room.

“let me crash here, yeah?” he suggests, though it’s more of an order.

you’re startled, rightfully so, hiding your phone against your chest while you sit up straighter. “oh, you scared me! new clothes and you think you’re all that, huh? too good for the couch?”

yet, even as you chide him, you’re peeling back the covers for him, grabbing the extra pillows and moving them out of the way.

a satisfied grunt leaves him as he spreads out on the mattress, careless of the space he takes up. he tugs the blankets over his person, settling in like a big cat.

he curls into you. you don’t mind.

while you scroll along with one hand, the other supports his head and absentmindedly strokes the skin of his cheek.

his eyes watch you, his breaths becoming more steady and even. he’d never admit how much it means to him that you’d gotten him new clothes, new toiletries, practically a new home.

it’s more than he deserves, but he finds himself wanting to take as much as he can get.

he’s yours, even if he doesn’t know it. and, as the days go by, he wonders if you can be his, too.

[nothanksbi]

Some days it's easier to act like you're a friend. Even if I accidentally flirt with you while talking to you, it's easy enough to cover up sensibly. You tease me, I tease you back, I challenge you, you declare that I win - and it's easy enough to tell myself: I was smiling because I was winning, because it was fun.

Today is not such a day. Neither was yesterday.

A tinge of longing keeps hanging at the back of my mind, like it's about to fall off a cliff but refuses to just slip and let go. I ask myself, do I long for you or for the satisfaction of having a lover? Do I long for you or for love? Do I long for you or for the version of you I created in my head? Of course, these are questions I've asked myself about the others before you, too. And the answer has always been, "both." I long for a lover that has your kindness, warmth, ready wit. I long for a love that is simple, clear, calm; a love that you seem capable of. I long for the version of you that you show me, the version of you I have seen, the version of you that might just be the version you really are. Maybe I am too desperate, too lonely, too impatient, too enthusiastic, too straightforward...but haven't I always been?

The question is, do you think I'm too much? Or not enough? Or lovely but not equal to the person of your dreams? Or you've simply never seen me that way, even though I told you I liked you all those months ago?

How many more of "you" must I go through, before I find which one is meant to stay? How much longer before I give up and do something I might regret? When does it end? When does it end? When does it end, so my heart can finally be at peace?

[southeast-northwest]

on my worst days, thoughts of him still warm my heart.

when im feeling garbage - physically and/or mentally - he can make me feel better, like im worth something, with just his presence, voice and touch.

when im having a bad time, for whatever reason, a simple text from him can brighten my mood

the influence he has on me is tremendous, and I wouldn't have it any other way.