#Yapper and Listener

[majmoid]

the og yapper and listener duo

[thecreatureinyourcloset]

Pooks’ @therealdeucespade and my oc!

Yapper and Listener duo!

(Altas is wearing contacts)

[lintufriikki]

sound systems 🎶

[raddest-rex]

now kith

[smatterbrained]

Mutually beneficial setup

[tinartss]

alhaitham and his army of aranabubus

[clingonlikeclingwrap]

“Good Listener”

A dynamic I realised I like 😌

[tremendously-crazy]

i was supposed to be cool and mysterious like sherlock holmes but instead I can't stop yapping about anything and everything that interests me in the slightest. like sherlock holmes

[deathofacupid]

ft. satoru gojo | heart eyes. ༉‧₊˚.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ jujutsu kaisen ۶ৎ gender-neutral!reader. cute drabble. lovesick, down soo bad!satoru.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 satoru's not a bad boyfriend, he swears! just... a bad listener.

satoru wasn't actually hearing you. not in the way you probably meant him to, anyway. it wasn't a conscious choice; the guy genuinely wanted to.

he wanted to latch onto every single word, commit it to some perfect mental vault, and then whip it out weeks later just to prove he'd been paying attention. he wanted to be that boyfriend.

but the second your voice started, it was like his brain just… melted. a soft, contented sigh would escape him, and he'd be practically gone – cartoon heart eyes and all. he'd just get utterly lost in the smooth, almost musical quality of your voice, how it just sounded so… sweet.

and then your eyes would light up, all bright and animated, your hands moving gently as you spoke, like the words alone weren't enough to convey everything you were feeling.

it was angelic, he swore. ethereal. you were just so damn pretty. the curve of your eyelashes, the way the light caught your hair. and your lips… they looked so full, so soft. all he could think about was pressing his own against them.

"…and he literally didn't even seem to care! i mean, i— 'toru?" you stopped mid-sentence, your gaze finally landing squarely on him. you even poked his cheek, tilting your head with that curious little expression he adored. he snapped back to attention, sitting up straighter than a pin.

"yeah, yeah," satoru blurted out, nodding way too enthusiastically. "totally listening. keep going." he doesn't want you to stop talking, he doesn't want to ever tear his eyes away from you.

"oh, okay," you said, watching him with a careful look. "you sure? i'm not boring you or anything?"

"no! not even a little!" the very idea of it was insane to him. how could a voice like yours ever even think about being boring?

"alright, well, anyway," you continued, just after a beat of silence. he places his hand on top of yours, which is already on the table. softly tracing shapes, his cerulean blues are back on you. (they never left.)

and just like that, it was in one ear and straight out the other. frankly, that dopey, lovesick expression never quite left his face.

[cuntholicism]

bal·ance /ˈbaləns/ a condition in which different elements are equal or in the correct proportions.

[deswhomst]

regulus didn’t speak much but not because he didn’t want to. he just didn’t know how to. what the right thing to say would be, how he will be perceived, etc.

james spoke too much but not because he wanted to. he just felt the need to do so because he could never be at ease when he was quiet. he had to be louder than whatever went on in his head.

but when james and regulus were together, regulus would talk for hours on end and james would finally be able to relax and just listen.

[rsmrnn]

[zweigsangel]

matt shutting yapper! reader up w kisses

it was a lazy saturday afternoon, the kind of day perfect for doing absolutely nothing. the two of you were sprawled out on the couch, a half-eaten bag of chips on the coffee table and some random show playing on the tv that neither of you were really watching.

you were mid-rant, your hands flying as you recounted a story about the lady at the coffee shop who had apparently ordered the most complicated drink in existence.

“and i’m standing there, matt, just trying to get my iced coffee, and she’s like, ‘no foam, no whip, but extra oat milk—like, what does that even mean?’ and the barista looked like he was about to cry—”

matt hummed in response, but his eyes weren’t on the tv. he was watching you, his lips twitching in amusement at how animated you got when you were talking about something that fired you up.

“—and then she had the audacity to ask for it in a different cup, like, who even does that? i mean, if you’re gonna—”

“babe,” he interrupted softly, a little smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

you barely paused, your hands gesturing wildly as you kept going. “—if you’re gonna make it that complicated, maybe just make it at home, right? like, it’s not that hard to—”

“babe,” he said again, a little louder this time, leaning closer.

you blinked, finally catching the way he was looking at you, his head tilted slightly and his smile growing. “what?”

“nothing,” he said, his voice warm and soft. “you’re just… really cute when you get like this.”

“like what?” you asked, narrowing your eyes in mock offense.

“like a total yapper,” he teased, his grin widening.

you gasped, swatting at his arm. “i am not a yapper!”

“uh-huh,” he said, catching your hand before you could smack him again. “you totally are. but it’s fine. i love it.”

“well, good, because i was gonna—”

he cut you off by leaning in and pressing his lips to yours, his free hand cupping your cheek as he kissed you softly but firmly. your words trailed off into a muffled sound of surprise, your body melting into his as his thumb brushed lightly against your jaw.

when he finally pulled back, you were breathless, your eyes wide as you stared at him.

“what was that for?” you asked, your voice quieter now.

he grinned, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. “just wanted to see if it worked.”

“if what worked?”

“if i could shut you up with a kiss,” he said, his tone teasing but his eyes warm.

you rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t hide the smile spreading across your face. “you’re ridiculous.”

“yeah,” he said, still grinning. “but it worked, didn’t it?”

you opened your mouth to protest, but before you could get a word out, he grabbed your waist and pulled you into his lap with ease, settling you so you were straddling him.

“what are you doing?” you asked, your voice a little breathless as your hands landed on his shoulders.

“don’t stop,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss you again. “keep talking.”

you started to say something, but he kissed you mid-word, swallowing your voice with his lips. every time you tried to get a sentence out, he kissed you again, softer, slower, more insistent, until you were laughing against his mouth.

“matt, i can’t—”

“sure you can,” he teased, his hands on your waist as he grinned up at you. “keep going. i like hearing you talk.”

“you’re the worst,” you said, laughing even as he leaned in for another kiss.

“yeah,” he whispered against your lips, his grin softening into something sweeter. “but you love me anyway.”

and as much as you wanted to argue, you couldn’t—because he was absolutely right.

[arttsuka]

Phineas and Ferb triangle and square eyebrows propaganda

[treasuxe]

keep talking, I’m listening

[wuzeio]

forever partners in another life