#THEY ARE SOFT

[whatev-i-guess]

Ghost: I'm back.

Johnny hugging him: I missed you.

Ghost: I was only gone for a short briefing.

Johnny: Every minute without you feels like an hour.

Ghost chuckling: You're exaggerating.

Johnny kissing him gently: I'm not. We never know how much time we've left. We should spend every second together.

#they are soft #not depressing they are alive you're welcome #call of duty #soapghost #soap mctavish #ghost simon riley #ghost x soap #ghostsoap #cod #cod mw2 #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #cod mw3

[protemporescitor]

#final fantasy vii #ffvii #ffvii rebirth #final fantasy vii rebirth #red xiii #nanaki #cloud strife #they ARE soft #paws gone wild

[necromeowncy]

Made some AedRaha yuri lately, too! They are the same in any universe. ♡

#Aedric is non-binary always too btw #perceive the beans #they are soft #AedRaha #wolgraha #aedric vaillencourt #gpose #my poses #ty to Rasp for the hair mod I appreciate you so much

[made-this-cause-why-not]

Sirius running his fingers through Remus' buzz cut at the start of the Semester, cool rings against skin.

James carrying Lily's books with one arm, holding her hand with the other.

Dorcas tracing the freckles on Marlene's face as she slowly nods off.

#mauraders era #wolfstar #dorlene #jily #james potter #lily evans #dorcas meadowes #marlene mckinnon #sirius black #remus lupin #they are soft #I need to read them again

[babytarttdoodoo]

hi! i love your writing! i have a prompt for colin and isaac (platonic) please! could you write something where colin gets hurt- maybe one of the more serious injuries he's had while playing, and isaac is beside himself with worry and being a protective bestie the whole time, maybe with a hug and isaac managing to throw in a stilted 'i love you' to colin after colin's all patched up?

What a delight to write these two! Thank you for the prompt!

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“You did that on fucking purpose, you smarmy arsehole!”

Typical, really, that Jamie’s screeching voice was the first to cut through the white haze of pain that had enveloped Colin’s senses. The man spoke at a pitch that really carried.

He still sounded distant, though, which was a good indicator the outrage wasn’t directed at Colin himself. In fact, now more of the outside world was filtering in, he could hear a lot of yelling that was happening above and around him.

Oh, and a whistle. That was loud.

He must have groaned or given some other kind of indication he was awake and aware since firm hands planted themselves on his shoulder and head.

“Don’t move, yet, Hughes. They’re bringing out a stretcher for you.”

“What happened?” Colin asked, though it came out as a mushy mumble of nonsense, rather than actual words. He tried to open his eyes, not managing more than a pained squint in the face of the harsh light that punished him for the effort.

“Is he awake? Let me through!” That was definitely Isaac, a realisation that made Colin relax. It was fine if he didn’t know what was going on - his captain was looking out for him.

“Calm down, McAdoo, let us do our jobs. We need to get him off the pitch.”

A whistle sounded again and Colin flinched when it seared through his head. “Fucking hell.”

The nameless figure holding him down gave an amused huff. “See? He’s fine. Now clear a path.”

Seconds, minutes, maybe hours passed Colin by in a blur of more hands and lights and voices. Sense crept back in gradually, impeded by dips in and out of consciousness and the heady pull of medication that worked to force the pain beneath a wash of numbness.

Eventually, though, he came back to himself. Sore, nauseated and confused above all else.

It wasn’t grass under his hands anymore. Instead, his fingers dug into soft sheets as he struggled towards wakefulness. The shouting and whistles and chaos had been replaced by a soft, rhythmic beeping.

Colin opened his eyes. “Am I in hospital?”

“Jesus!” Someone startled to his right and it took more effort than was really fair to turn his head. Isaac was poised half-out of a chair at Colin’s bedside, staring at him like he’d just seen a ghost. “You’re awake,” he stated.

“Yeah, thanks for that, mate.” Colin made a valiant attempt at sitting up and was immediately halted by a spike of pain through his skull. “Ahhhh no, not doing that, fuck…”

“Shit. Here, let me…” Isaac scrambled for what looked like a bulky old tv remote and held down a button. The bed rose steadily under Colin’s back and left him in a gently reclined position with much less fuss. “Better?”

“Yeah, yeah, loads. Thanks.” Colin cleared his throat, looking around at the small, quiet room. The only things of note were the machines and equipment currently hooked up to him in one way or another. “Why am I in the hospital?”

“You don’t remember?” Isaac frowned. “You got kicked in the fucking head, bruv.”

Colin blinked. That explained the headache, then. “Oh. How’d that happen?”

Isaac sank back into his chair and dragged his hands over his face. He was still in his Richmond trackies.

“You got tackled in the first half. Went down hard.” Colin remembered that bit, vaguely. Another player’s foot had clattered against his shins before his momentum sent him to the ground. “Colbridge ran right over your skull. Said it was an accident.”

Colin winced, reaching up to check that his head was, in fact, all in one piece. He could feel a patch of gauze taped in place above his left temple. “Was it?” he croaked.

Something dark passed over Isaac’s expression. “Dunno. Jamie didn’t think so. He got sent off for taking a swing.”

“What?!” Colin gaped at Isaac’s unaffected shrug. “What happened with the match? Did we win?”

“Two all. It don’t matter.”

“Of course it does, mate! We needed the points!” Colin groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. “Roy’s going to be so mad.”

“Yeah, well, he went in front of the cameras and demanded a League investigation so he’s probably going to be pissed off for a bit anyway. I should text him, actually, he wanted to know when you were awake…”

“Investigation?” Colin repeated faintly. “That not a bit much, mate?”

Isaac fell quiet and Colin chanced another look at him. His face was set in deep, solemn lines, eyes flitting over Colin’s frame every so often, as if checking he was still as intact as at the last glance.

“You didn’t see yourself,” he said finally, quiet. “Blood all over you. You wouldn’t wake up properly, couldn’t answer any of the medics’ questions. Beard went with you in the ambulance and we all had to just… keep playing. It was bad.”

He leaned back in his chair, taking a deep, shaky breath.

“Then we got off the pitch and couldn’t come see you right away. The fucking press kept showing the footage over and over, and Jamie was getting questioned about what he did, and Roy was storming around yelling at everyone…” Isaac shook his head. “We were really worried, mate. I didn’t know if…”

“Oh.” Colin said again, not sure what else he could add to all that. The thought of his unconscious, bleeding face being broadcast across the country was more than a little disconcerting. “Did... Has anyone phoned my mum?”

“Yeah, yeah, fuck, sorry,” Isaac nodded quickly. “Nate called her while Roy dealt with the press stuff. Told her you were gonna be alright as soon as we got the okay from the doctors. And I got a hold of Michael. Rebecca’s sent a car to drive him up from London.”

Colin blinked. That was nice. “How long have I been out?”

Isaac checked his phone for the time before opening up a chat window. “Match ended about four hours ago. He should be here soon, actually.”

He typed out a few rapid messages while Colin digested all that information. Head wounds bleed a lot, he knew. It wasn’t surprising that he’d made a scary picture. It still seemed like Isaac was on edge, though, considering he’d apparently been given the all clear.

“Surprised Jamie was the one who got a red card,” he ventured eventually. Isaac snorted.

“Yeah, well, the rest of us were holding back Richard and forgot to keep him in check too.”

“Why did he think it wasn’t an accident?”

Isaac’s thumbs paused over his screen. He didn’t meet Colin’s eyes. “... he got to you first. Head Colbridge say some shit. You don’t need to worry about it.”

“Isaac.” He smiled a little when his friend reluctantly raised his head. “I can handle it, boyo.”

“You shouldn’t have to,” Isaac objected immediately. He huffed. “He was being a homophobic piece of shit and it’s not your problem, alright? Like I said, Jamie smacked him and Roy’s taking care of the official stuff. It’s being sorted.”

“Fuck’s sake,” Colin sighed, looking down at his hands. “I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s not your fault,” Isaac cut him off firmly. “It’s him, and the League, and every other fucker who thinks they’ve got any right to...”

He quietened down again, all the fight seeping out of his broad frame with another look at his friend laid up in a hospital bed.

“This doesn’t get to happen again.”

Colin swallowed against the swell of emotion in his throat and closed his eyes again when his vision blurred. He did his best to ignore the streak of tears he felt run down his cheek and trusted Isaac to do the same. “Yeah, alright. Whatever you say, captain.”

The careful arms around his shoulders were a surprise.

Isaac didn’t squeeze tight or pull him closer, just held him against his solid, warm weight. It was unbearably comforting and Colin tentatively put his arms around him in kind, mindful of the wires and tubes connected to his hands.

“I’ll be alright, y’know,” he told him gently. Isaac made a soft, wet sound.

“I love you too, bruv. Should have said it before." Now he squeezed, seemingly taking strength from it. "This doesn’t happen again.”

#they are soft #cw homophobia #colin hughes #isaac mcadoo #ted lasso #my fic #fic prompts

[of-swords-and-princes]

Sleepy Morning Snuggles

#were the boxers a gag gift or did juno buy those himself? #vote now on your phones #they are soft #juno steel #peter nureyev #jupeter #the penumbra podcast #tpp #junoverse #mcspookee art

[strawberry-slushy]

mike hugging will from behind and resting his chin on his shoulder :(

#byler #they are soft #byler brainrot taking over #byler headcanon

[devilcatdarling]

Warmup doodle of Hollow getting some fluffy moth cuddles because as an artist I have the power to make the content I wanna see for my OCs and nobody can stop me

#hollow knight #hollow knight fanart #hollow knight art #hollow knight vessel #pure vessel #hk #hk hollow #my art #hollow knight oc #moth oc #They are soft #so soft #I love them #i am cringe but i am free

[whatev-i-guess]

Soap: It's Valentine's Day!

Ghost: What?

Soap: Don't tell me you don't know what that is.

Ghost: I do know, but why would I care?

Soap punches him gently into the shoulder: Because for the first time in your life you're not a sad single boy.

Ghost: We can change that...

Soap: How dare you-

Ghost chuckles fondly before he kisses Johnny

#he doesn't care but if johnny does he will too #they are soft #and alive for today #they are in love #call of duty #soapghost #ghost simon riley #soap mctavish #ghost x soap #ghostsoap #cod #cod mw2 #happy vday

[midnight-moth]

What are the RainDrop boys favorite forms of aftercare from both just normal cute sexy scenes and much more intense ones

I feel like it always comes back to water. I think there is nothing universally more restorative than a bath. It’s warm (or burning hot, or cool), your limbs just kind of float, it’s the kind of place where people usually (should not) interrupt you. Maybe there’s something nostalgic about it. Most of us were bathed as children. You can sit, relax, stretch. You can add things if you want, bubbles, soaks, salts, oils. I don’t really think there’s a lot of energy for much else.

Depending on who has what left in their reserves, definitely washing each others hair, brushing it, drying it. (This has nothing to do with Rain’s 11/10 obsession with Dew’s hair in Kilonova) (yes it does he’s obsessed)

And nothing really beats the feeling of clean skin sliding into clean bedding. I think they have to flip a coin regarding changing the sheets though. Because NO ONE wants to do that when they’re sleepy. Maybe they get smart and throw an extra one on top (yeahhhhh those freaky waterproof ones they had in the other thing I wrote) that is very big brained of them. They can just toss it in the laundry and go to sleep.

If they have the energy they would def sit there in bed eating snacks, getting crumbs in the bed, giggling about silly things. Maybe Rain would read to Dew from whatever he’s into that week and Dew wouldn’t listen to the words or the plot, just the sound of Rain’s voice, and fall asleep.

Alternately, if Dew has more energy, he’ll maybe play some music, maybe if Rain’s sleepy enough he’ll sing to him. Rain has to be really out of it. Because even though his voice is so pretty and soft, he is 11/10 self conscious about it. Maybe Rain pretends to be asleep just so he can hear it.

#media nocte answers #they are soft #I think they reserve every single ounce of gentleness in their body for each other #like just maybe they’re so sweet it makes some people want to vom but I do not care #the world is a terrible place and I will make them as grotesquely sweet and I love as I want to #midnight moth answers

[art-ro-vert]

Domestic Sladick sketch

#they are soft #dick hasn’t slep for a few days #he is happy to be home #dick grayson #nightwing #sladick #soft sladick #slade wilson #deathstroke #sladin

[awesomefroggy]

I have to keep telling myself that I cannot post half finished fic. Especially something I want polished real nice. But I want y'all to read this so badly it ain't even funny because I am SCREAMING as I write it.

#froggy talks writing #they are TENDER #they are SOFT #I am ON THE FLOOR #FUCK I need to name this fic #shadowidomauk

[miammey]

Chuuya’s cold but won’t admit it, and Tecchou’s a walking heater

#they are soft #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs manga #bsd hunting dogs #the hunting dogs #bsd port mafia #port mafia #my art #art #bsd manga spoilers #bsd tecchou #suehiro tecchou #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #tecchuu #tetchuu

[softquietsteadylove]

Thena is crying. Gil is worried until he realizes it’s because….she is cutting onions 😂 something silly maybe?

Gil looked up from within the garden, delicately snipping spices and herbs for the next few days of cooking. He looked around him, hair standing on end. Something was wrong.

He stood, dusting off his hands and examining the landscape. It wasn't an incoming sandstorm, and it wasn't a pack of ostriches on the move. He couldn't sense any impending danger, just that something...wasn't right.

He looked back at the house, just a short distance from where he had set up the herb spiral and the rest of the garden. Usually if something had set off Thena, there were signs--tiny little warnings they had learned to become more sensitive to over time.

Gil took off like a shot at the sound of a sniffle. It was definitely Thena, tearing up just a little bit. The small hiccup in her breath, the clench of her throat squeezing her vocal cords high and tight. He could already imagine her trying to hold back her tears.

He hated it when she cried.

He felt so helpless, watching her fears or sorrows or frustrations boil over like that. Most of all, he hated how much she hated it. Thena hated anything she didn't have control over, to a certain degree. She thought it made her weak.

But his Thena was so unbelievably strong. Not just as the Warrior Eternal, but just as Thena. None of them would be strong enough to endure Mahd Wy'ry the way she had, and he believed that with his whole heart. He knew for a fact that he could never live with himself if he hurt her the way she was forced to when she got pulled under.

In the very beginning, she would hide her tears from him. She would hide herself away from him and curl up and cry by herself. Thena's misery did not love company. But slowly, the more she came to truly feel and accept that it was just the two of them out here, the more she let him lure her out of her solitude.

And now...how far they had come.

"Thena!" he burst into the house, sliding in with a manic look in his eye.

She blinked at him, tears on her cheeks, sniffling. She tilted her head, "what's wrong?"

He let out a breath, his shoulders sinking. He walked over, shaking his head with a smile as he brushed some tears away for her. "What are you doing?"

Thena gestured with her kitchen knife (they had both agreed she wouldn't summon a weapon for the mere act of cutting food). "You are making stew, are you not?"

Gil nodded, freely wrapping his arms around her tiny waist and swaying them both. She had not protests. "I am."

"So," she laughed faintly at whatever had inspired his need to express his affections. She swayed with him, letting him hold her from behind and leaning back on him. "You will need plenty of onions."

Gil buried his nose in her mane of blonde. "I was worried."

"For the onions?"

"Thena," he chided, smiling into her hair. "I heard you. I thought you were crying."

"I am," she laughed faintly as he pressed his lips to the shell of her ear, "in a way."

"I mean it." He could hear her rolling her eyes at him and his worrying, but he gave her a little squeeze. "I came rushing back because I thought you needed a cuddle."

"I have need for no such thing, Gilgamesh." And yet, here she was, happily still in his embrace while the onions sat neglected. She turned her head vaguely in his direction, "I'm sorry I worried you."

He kissed the back of her head, "s'okay. I'm just glad you're all right."

Thena sighed, abandoning her onion efforts and turning in his arms. "Did you find success?"

He smiled at her, still swaying them gently, "yep--the stew will be great. I just have to go and get what I picked, now."

Thena laughed at the thought of him abandoning his little spice basket at the sound of her distress.

Oh, how far they had come since first arriving in this arid, desolate paradise.

Gil leaned forward, capturing her lips for himself. Her head tilted up for him, her hands landing at his cheeks first and then snaking behind his head.

At one time, they had separate rooms. Thena did her best to seal herself away at the end of the hall and he would be left to knock on her door, constantly asking if she would just so much as look at him.

Now; he smiled against her lips, "how 'bout a nap?"

Thena hummed against his lips as well, still letting herself lavish languidly in his love. "There are onions to be prepared. And you haven't even started the meat yet."

"That can wait," he shrugged, already subtly pulling them in the direction of their shared bed. "Or are you hungry and impatient?"

"I am neither of those things."

She had both of those things in abundance.

"Then lie down with me," he whispered, walking them backwards and keeping close to her, brushing the tip of his nose against hers. "Just for an hour."

"Hm," she mused, letting him dance them into their room with the door wide open. "I think being in this desert has made you lazy."

Gil kissed her again, letting their tongues meet slowly and lazily like waves on a beach. "I just have things I would rather be doing, now."

#Thenamesh AU #How to Build a House AU...maybe #just an old married couple in domestic bliss out in the desert #nothing to see here #they first arrived and Gil would have to lure her out with food all the time #and now they have midday naps all the time #they cuddle on the couch #have nice long baths together #I have always been obsessed with the fact that they have such a life #that we barely even see #like they never left each other #they never separated for thousands of years #it leaves so much to the imagination #they are soft #I am soft #it works out well

[phantom-does-a-thing]

They are snuggling

#william is so passed out he is not waking up anytime soon #they are watching a nature documentary #I didn’t wanna do the lighting #OR lineart #so have a colored sketch #tee hee they snuggle #I was thinking so hard about my fic when I was drawing this #they are soft #jrwi #jrwi pd #William wisp #vyncent sol #dakota cole #jrwi prime defenders

[beezonia]

Predicting the weather and a bit of love in your area

Day 14 for @mlbfemslashfebruary

[Yes this is aurore x mireille again because I love them!]

It’s Valentine’s and the studio had been decked out with the famous reds and pinks, hearts all over the place.

To Aurore it was a bit too much, not that she didn’t like celebrating the ones she loved but the whole day was made for romance.

And the weather girl just had a crush, one that she would never speak aloud. Unless Aurore just managed to grasp that confidence and yell it to the whole world;

She was in love with Mireille Caquet

Yeah it sounded nice when the blonde said it in her head, but outside she was very much panicking.

Oh god what if there was a love themed akuma?! Aurore really couldn’t have it effecting her, then her precious secret would be unveiled to the whole of Paris!

Maybe just maybe this Valentines would go slightly better for Aurore. Or maybe it would stay the same.

A girl can dream though.

——-

Mireille isn’t surprised when most of the crew are chatting about love. It’s Valentine’s what did she expect!

Half of them were either in love or in a relationship, which is good for them. But god the constant gloating was just pissing her off.

But she can’t be salty, nor can she be angry. That’s just gonna cause an akuma and several other problems she doesn’t need.

Especially since there’s that dance tonight, and Mireille would rather dance her sorrows away. But at least she had Aurore by her side, they’d brave any kind of storm together.

Speaking of her partner, the blonde isn’t sat on her usual perch by the studio entrance like usual and Mireille is kinda worried.

Her gut leads her to the roof though.

“Aurore, you there?!”

A pause, then a sniffle.

“Over here.”

The girl hurries over towards the voice, seeing her partner staring at her phone. The blonde then stares up at Mireille with those big blue eyes of hers.

“What’s up?”

The teen settles herself right next to Aurore, a soft smile on her face and her hand reaches out for another.

“It’s weird, I was looking at advice to confess to someone and it kinda just made me sad.”

Ahh, the old love is most likely to confuse you until you get the guts to face it.

“How about you practice on me, surely it can’t be that hard right? I’m your friend.”

Aurore scoffs, trying to doge the conversation by turning away from it.

“It’s not that simple Eille, cause I can’t just confess to you like this because your you, amazing and kind you. I’m just silly lovesick me.”

Oh, so Aurore did feel the same way.

“But I like silly lovesick you, nothings gonna change that rore. Because I love you, all of you.”

Mireille watches with a smile as the blonde goes through shock and joy at the same time, a huge smile morphing onto her face.

“Well, I love all of you too.”

She’s smiling now, huge smiles. Joy radiating from both of them after a surprise confession.

Oh what bliss this was, they had found each other and had stuck together like glue. It was a friendship and a new love to last for the ages.

Aurore and Mireille were so excited for what was to come.

———-

#mlbfemslashfebruary #femslash february #aurore x mireille #aurore beaureal #mireille caquet #i love themmm #they are soft