#im so soft

[patheticdogdyke]

squishy

[abyssyby]

sylus finding himself idling— waiting for his order @ a restaurant, sitting in the back of a car otw to a location, held for ransom in an underground cage, u name it— bored out of his mind or with no phone signal so he just kinda sits there and scrolls through his photos app. once empty now just filled with organized folders of your candid & noncandid photos. he loves to sort as much as he loves to hoard, ok, it brings him peace.

simply named albums:

eating 📂 and its photos of you and food, taking a bite. holding out a fork, a spoon, a wrapper, chopsticks of food for him to try with an excited glint in your eye. him feeding you. you grimacing at the odd orders, deciphering if they're good or not. pointing excitedly at food trucks and menus ("let's try that! let's try this!"). your face in a >0< bc your overeager self inhaled something too hot. looking up at him with crumbs on your cheeks, brightcolored dye-stained lips. blurred photos of you trying to kiss him with icing on your lips, reaching out to make a mess of him too.

sleeping 📂 and its you wrapped around his bicep dozed off. you on his chest snoozin. your closed eyes peeking out of the duvet with the slowly coloring sky through the window behind you. you drifting away during a car ride, hand in his, lips slightly parted. cold morning cuddles. selfies of grumpy you in the middle of the night with him in the backdrop hogging the blanket (you sent them to him to see in the morning because you never remember being upset when you wake up). VIDEOS of your sleep talking— and his tiny chuckles and comments ("adorable" as your hiss about ratatouille, smoothing out the crease between your brows with his thumb "grumpy grumpy dove", massaging the joint under your ear as you tense your jaw "mm, might hurt in the morning"). most of the photos are taken from the front camera, often with his cut off fond smile and soft eyes in the corner.

shopping 📂 and its you at the store picking out fruits, sneaking sweets in the cart. your back in a gorgeous outfit as you stare at jewels and protocores in glass. trying out the strangest things to get a chuckle out of him ("whats this now?", "fampire teef"— got him!). at the festivals holding up two lanterns with a distressed look on your face (you cant choose). at the shops with two coats, a helpless look in your eyes (you cant choose). you at the check out with a shy smile as you hand the cashier his black card (he bought everything).

kittens (and more) 📂 and AAAA its a video of you at meow cafe slamming down a kitty card with a wayyy too competitive look on your face. you crouched on the side of the road feeding stray cats. you at a bird sanctuary with eyes half-closed, a bright smile on your face as the birds make a nest in your hair. you and a giant dog you cooed at in the park ("sy, sy! take our photo, please please. his name is kujo!"). you mid-scream as a rat runs by your feet. you with lions for some reason? (bonus, you on the couch with his large body atop yours, head on your belly as you watch TV and pet his ears that one time he got kitty cursed via ‘Luke sent from my iPhone’)

us 📂 and its you and him. your selfies where hes frowning at something out of frame and youre 😄✌️. when he has his arm around you as you walk, his eyes forward but you’ve decided to snap a bright-eyed photo. selfies you take from a low angle as youre bored out of your mind during an auction, he smiles fondly to appease you. selfies in the dim of movie night with him in his glasses and fluffy hair and you wrapped up in your giant blanket-poncho. selfie of you kissing his cheek while he sleeps. mirror selfies of u in facemasks & matchy headbands. your HANDS, with your RINGS, intertwined with his fingers. creating, presenting (craft, art, music, a reloaded weapon, a flower, a bug, a silly rubber band shape you were so proud to show him). playing with the hem of his jacket. nail photos you send him after an appointment?? saved. candid photos of you two bickering and then immediately after flirting airdropped by the twins (captioned "gross." via 'Keiran sent from my iPhone'). and countless photos of him kissing your hair as youre taking the picture— one for each season— dusted with snow, trees and flowers in full bloom behind you, sweaty and against the light in the summer heat, and you tucked in his coat as the orange leaves dance above you in the wind.

he scrolls, a stupid little smile on his face, until his food arrives. until his car comes to a stop. until you’re breaking down the metal bars of his prison, sweaty and breathless and worried and beautiful, to save him.

(he takes a photo of that last image too, saving it to the general ‘beloved’)

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[coffeeco001]

Andrew: -and when he said that, I told him I hate him, we kissed, and then we went to bed. I'm hoping he dies soon, by my hand... Well, that was my week. Same time tomorrow?

Bee: Andrew.. I am free until 6 today. Let's.. Let's unpack this some more. What about Neil makes you hate him, and why did you kiss him if you do?

Andrew: Everything about him makes me want him to die, but he also makes me want to kiss him.

Bee: Are you attracted to things you hate?

Andrew: No? That's stupid.

Bee: So, is there a chance that you.. Like Neil..? Perhaps?

Andrew: No.

Andrew:

Bee:

Andrew: Fuck.

[sweetangelcrybaby]

oh my, you're a masterpeice

[yupthefeels]

UUUU i miss dancae,,, i need them to CUDDLE and GIGGLE and BE IN LOVE thank you. (very loosely inspired by "in infinite stars", meaning i have that fic in my brain throughout this drawing)

sketch and stuffs:

[bandageupthetrenches]

wanna lay ur head on my lap?

[withlove-tommy]

okay can we talk about hotchreid boyfriends and spencer who slides on aarons hardwood floors in his mismatched socks while he cleans the apartment on weekends. he's playing a jazzy little number as he wiggles around laughing and smiling while aaron watches from the kitchen and washes the dishes.

hotchreid boyfriends and aaron who bops his head to a new song spencer shared with him (its a classic piece from the 40s but still, new!) while he cleans the bathroom sink at spencers place, grooving to the music in his head and the sound of spencers laughter while he scrubs the shower.

hotchreid boyfriends who playfully argue about what counts as real food while shopping at the grocery store. of course aarons in charge of the shopping cart because spencers hands are full of the list he made of all the things aarons fridge lacks. (no aaron, one sweet potato is not an acceptable amount of food)

hotchreid boyfriends who spend almost all of sunday dusting spencers bookshelves, taking every book out and cleaning it carefully. spencer explains the intricacies of every book aaron picks up, detailing all his favourite parts and aaron loves the sound of his joy.

hotchreid boyfriends and the beauty of domesticity, how lovely it it to live life together, to spend every mundane moment with unbearable joy, with the laughter of the morning, with the sun and every star, with each other.

[ozzo-the-wozzo]

bugs when u lift up a rock