#so soft 🥺

[narliee]

now you have to sleep in my bed.

#heartstopperedit #heartstopper #narlieedit #nick x charlie #usergay #dailylgbtq #useranne #usermiraa #userrjoana #userkimmy #userjake #tuserlucie #usersnat #tusercarolina #userrlaura #gifs* #so soft 🥺

[clubglee]

Where you goin'? I took a shift. You're going in? I've gotta keep busy. Well, let's go do something. You must be exhausted.

#eredit #er nbc #john carter #abby lockhart #john carter x abby #abby x john carter #carbyedit #tvedit #televisiongifs #tvarchive #usermedical #usercassidy #tusermichi #userlolo #addys-beth #otpsource #romancegifs #* #so soft 🥺 #colouring this scene was impossible but i promise lines are being said sjsjsks

[28mindgames]

there's a certain elegance in his movements

#so soft 🥺 #but also so hot 😈 #aotv tokyo #all of those voices #louis tomlinson #28mindgames

[share-the-damn-bed]

JancyWeek2022 | DAY FIVE — stay with me until i fall asleep

🌙 I don't want to be alone, do you?

#jancy #jonathan x nancy #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #jancyweek2022 #so soft 🥺 #a simple but detailed examination of one of my favorite scenes

[robntunney]

I want us to be strong together. We are, aren't we? I love you, and I also love what I do. You can't be jealous of that. Oh, it's not that. What is it?

#the mentalist #mentalistedit #thementalistedit #patrick jane #teresa lisbon #jane x lisbon #jisbon #tm: 7x09 #tvedit #i made dis #this one is for lou #just like you said.... its her hand gently stroking his arm for me #all she wants to do is comfort him #so soft 🥺

[l8tof1]

#weep #so soft 🥺 #lewis hamilton #f1 #eyelashes.

[they-call-it-traffic]

'Soft Kitty, Warm Kitty, Little Ball of Fur. Happy Kitty, Sleepy Kitty, Purr Purr Purr.' x

#charles leclerc #so soft 🥺 #i want him as my pillow

[oldxenomorph]

13 and 30 for Nyx/Ariel 💖

couples development questions.

13. What is their go-to for making a partner feel loved?

Usually it’s physical affection, especially kisses. So much can be conveyed in a kiss, and the Emperor loves placing soft kisses on Nyx’s cheeks that tell her how much she loves her, adores her, worships her. When Nyx returns to the Ziggurat, nothing makes her happier than receiving sweet kisses from her wife.

Also, simply referring to each other as “my beloved”, “my love”, "my Emperor", "my Nyx" instantly makes them feel loved. The Emperor especially enjoys hearing such affections from her wife, for the voice of the Night Herself is so beautiful like a sky full of stars. Never fails to make the Emperor smile.

30. What completely petty topic (music taste, favorite food) do they find themselves completely at odds with their partner about?

Nyx doesn’t get sports and they don’t really interest her. But the Emperor still idly pays attention to sports because she grew up watching the teams in Chicago and she was a champion fencer. She watched a lot of baseball when she was younger. (Baseball games are perfect to watch on the TV as either background noise when doing homework and can go on late enough that your vampire father can wake up from his slumber and watch.)

She's not the only one, Lilith still doesn't get sports except for those previously mentioned years when the Emperor fenced.

a smiling girlycard and a tired teen!shepard/emperor shaking hands while wearing white sox jerseys

#messages from the deep #charmemes #night and extinction #SO SOFT 🥺

[singlethread]

Whenever I listen to 10K summer nights I think of the anon who said it made them think of me

#so soft 🥺 #anon I still love you #you sent that to me like over a year ago

[mobius-m-mobius]

Hey, Loki’s back. Well, I guess you two are ready to go.

#mobius #loki #o.b. #lokius #mcuedit #lokiedit #marveledit #loki spoilers #the eye contact the concern THE tiniest 'hi' 🥺💖 #obsessed with how mobius is at his limit this entire ep but never hesitates to be as soft as possible with loki #like they weren't obvious enough when you rewatch there's all these bonus quiet moments too?? god they're so everything #(and i actually would like this to be a running gag lol) #loki s2 spoilers #owen wilson #tom hiddleston #ke huy quan #marvel #owenwilsonedit #dianagifs

[aesthetics-over-ethics]

This is so cute actually

#'i hope he grows big and strong' HE LOVES HIS BABY BROTHERS SM #he has a huge soft spot for the twins (in the anime Belphie is able to get him to help with just a 🥺) #its so cute #he talks about how hes not a good big brother but i disagree!! #obey me #obey me nightbringer #leviathan #💖 love him 💖

[elitadream]

Been having feels all week about these two, so here: have more brotherly art. ;_;  💞

#Mario #Luigi #family #best bros #wholesome sibling dynamic #I love them so much omg #so caring and brave for each other #they make my heart soft 🥺 #Super Mario Bros #fanart

[half-bakedboy]

Number 2 from the 50 cliché tropes and prompts

Your shirt/jumper was in the laundry pile and I couldn't help but steal it

Buck never understood why he had lost so many sweatshirts and button-downs to past girlfriends. Nine times out of ten, they didn't even remotely fit their figure and they were only worn in the comfort of Buck's home anyways. 

Then he started staying over Tommy's house more and more. He'd always come prepared–an overnight bag filled with an extra LAFD shirt, a pair of jeans, a pair of chinos, and two shirts, one with a collar and one without–just in case he needed to rush out in the morning. 

This morning, he isn’t quite as prepared as he wishes he had been. Tommy’s in the shower after sleepily kissing Buck good morning and Buck promised he’d run Hercules–Tommy’s ten-year-old retired racing greyhound–outside before Tommy dropped Buck off at work. Thunder crashes outside and rain pounds on the roof, and Buck didn’t even think to bring a jacket. 

He looks around the bedroom closet, careful not to invade the private space too much, but he doesn’t see anything that might help. He knows there’s an umbrella waiting beside the door, but he’s already shivering from the chill sneaking in through the closed windows and Buck knows he’ll need something to protect his skin. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a pullover laid neatly on top of the laundry pile. It’s similar to his LAFD one, but a lighter blue that matches Tommy’s on-duty uniform. It won’t keep him dry, but it’ll keep him warm and keep the water off of his skin which is all he has time to care about. He snatches it up and shouts to Tommy that he’s taking the dog outside even though he’s not sure he’s heard. 

Before he gets too far, Buck pauses to get the pullover on. The first thing he notices is how much bigger it is on him. He’s not a small guy by any means, and he’s not much smaller than Tommy–at least he thinks–but there’s so much extra fabric that he has to bundle it up at his waist. He can also tell that the back doesn’t stretch taut against his shoulder blades and that the neckline slouches a little in the front. 

It’s strange to wear something so unfit for him, but at the same time, Buck can’t help but feel giddy. He glances at himself in the mirror and feels small, but not in the way he usually does. It doesn’t make him feel inconsequential or overlooked, but like he’s protected and well-loved. It stirs inside of his stomach until the joy begins to bubble in his chest. 

He notices that Tommy’s name is embroidered just over his heart, and he brings his fingers there to trace over the lettering. It takes everything in him not to whisper his name combined with Tommy’s last and he wonders if this was how his old girlfriends felt when they stole his LAFD shirts that had his name brazen on the back. 

Where he expected to be a bit embarrassed at the claiming nature of it all, he can’t help but feel… powerful. Yeah, there’s something powerful about wearing someone else's name, like he’s screaming to the world that Tommy is off-limits because he’s Buck’s. 

He’s Buck’s. 

He’s too busy thinking about what exactly that means for him to hear the bathroom door open and a freshly showered and shaved Tommy emerge. Another figure beside Buck’s reflection startles him but Tommy’s reassuring hands slide around his waist. It’s strange how normal it feels to have strong, long arms wrapped around him and a broad chest waiting to hold him up as he leans back against it. 

“You’re wet,” Buck says, feeling the dampness on Tommy’s unclothed chest. He’s in sweatpants like he’s ready to lounge around for the day, but the bare skin of his upper body is clearly on display where Buck’s body isn’t hiding it. He wants to pull away just so he can take another peek. 

Tommy doesn’t seem to notice nor care that Buck is analyzing them because he’s too busy doing the same. There’s something in his eyes, though, that sends an eruption of warmth to Buck’s face. Tommy tugs at the extra fabric at Buck’s waist like he’s having the same realization as Buck did, and then he slides one hand up Buck’s chest to trace his name. He whispers each letter like a secret into Buck’s ear, piercing eyes never leaving Buck’s in the mirror. 

Buck shivers, pressing back against Tommy and leaning his head back so that it plops on Tommy’s shoulder comfortably. Tommy finishes his name before dragging a finger to the neckline of the pullover and letting it hang there like a weight that keeps Buck grounded.

“You’re wearing my jumper,” Tommy points out like he doesn’t already know. Buck suddenly feels anxious, like he’s made a horrible mistake, and stands back up straight. He turns to look at Tommy as he speaks. 

“Is that okay? I didn’t bring a jacket so I figured—” 

Tommy kisses him before he can finish, and Buck can only hope it becomes a pattern. 

It’s just as soft as their first kiss and every kiss they’ve shared since then, but it grows in passion second by second. Tommy is gripping the fabric at Buck’s waist like he’s deciding whether he wants to pull it over Buck’s head or leave it on his forever. Buck holds his naked shoulders, palms sliding down the hard planes of his chest then his abs, before sliding underneath the waistband of his sweatpants. 

When a cold nose hits his hand, Buck jumps back, out of breath and startled. Hercules is staring up at them like he’s let them have their fun and he’s done waiting to go outside. Tommy swipes at his face as he chuckles and Buck leans down to pat Herc’s head. 

“I’m sorry, Buddy. Am I stealing all of your dad’s attention?” Buck coos, and he can almost hear Tommy’s good-natured eye roll. 

“Well, if Evan here is done distracting me, I’m sure he’d be more than happy to take you outside, huh?” 

“Oh, if Evan is done distracting you? Like you didn’t just walk out of the shower half-naked and damp and looking like you wanted to drop to your kn–” Buck inhales deeply when Tommy glances down then back up and raises his eyebrows. “Alright, I’m out of here. Be right back,” he promises, pressing one last kiss to Tommy’s reddened lips. 

“Mhm,” Tommy hums, watching him start to walk away. 

“Do you want your pullover back?” Buck asks, because he figures that’s what he would’ve wanted to be asked. 

“As far as I’m concerned, it’s yours now.”

It sounds a lot like I’m yours now, but Buck doesn’t dare ask. Instead, he takes Hercules out, ignoring the storm rumbling above him, and strokes his thumb distractingly against Tommy’s name over his heart. He guesses he’s Tommy’s now, too.

(now on ao3)

#911 on abc #bucktommy #kinley #kinkley #evan buckley #tommy kinard #answered #ficlets #my writing #anonymous #911 spoilers #please im actually dying of how soft this is #also i now headcanon that tommy owns a dog #and his name is hercules #and hes an elderly greyhound who used to be a racing dog #thats just what it is now #thanks so much for sending me this prompt 🥺 #also these keep getting so much longer lmao #the feelings are just too intense now #long post

[pato-roldnart]

Someone is in love and distracted 🤭

Some pynch sketches i needed to get out of my system 🙊🙊

#chainsaw is taking the chance while Ronan is distracted #I just needed to see them in cute interactions #I'm still trying to figure out how i want to draw them #my adam looks so soft 🥺🥺 #hopefully the next one will be in full colour :3 #not me trying to postpone as much as i can reading the dreamer trilogy 7n7 #sigh #pynch #pynch fanart #trc fanart #the raven cycle fanart #adam parrish #ronan lynch #opal lynch #pato's art

[willowser]

"touya, are you my dad?"

rei's house is quiet this late, only alive in the muted whir of ceiling fans and the rainbow of colors from the nightlight out in the hall. touya can just barely see the distant glow peeking under the gap of the door; soft greens and blues and purples.

all the air in the room seems to evaporate, and instead is replaced by that awful, muggy heat that builds up in touya's hairline and in the creases of his skin, everytime he hears that word: dad.

he's better at knowing how to act around kids than he expected to be. not in some parental sense, but the bits and pieces of touya the big brother are at work again, slow and old and creaking—but moving nonetheless.

touya's thankful for the quiet; whispering hides the tremor in his voice. when he turns to the little girl in the small bed lying beside him, all he sees is you, staring back in red and orange and yellow.

"what makes you ask that?"

the little girl shrugs, shuffles around to push still-wet hair out of her face as she snuggles deeper into her blankets. touya doesn't realize he's holding his breath until she finally elaborates, clutching her little stuffed puppy to her round, full cheeks. "that's what people say."

it's not that you don't want her to know, but softening the truth for a kid ain't easy; touya's not even sure he wants her to know, quite yet, because it means introducing a version of himself he's not proud of. one he's never been proud of, one that still itches under his skin and makes his hands shake, one that wants to burn the guilt away instead of face it.

touya watches the soft blink of her eyelashes, long and dark, and when she looks back up at him, he's just—not ready for her to know him yet. because—

"would it be okay if i was?"

the little girl—his, yours—thinks for only a moment before nodding. "yeah, that'd be okay."

because this touya's okay, for now.

it makes him smile, even with the uncomfortable heat that's broken sweat all out across his body, even with the shame that's waiting for him out beyond the edges of the greens and blues and purples. even knowing that, one day soon, he's gonna have to break her heart the same way he broke yours.

touya shifts a little further down in the bed until his head's resting on her pillow, so they're eye level. he's half hanging off the thing, the tiny twin bed in her room at his mom's house. still doesn't have a place of his own yet, still trying to remember how to be a functioning member of society; gears slow and old and creaking, but moving nonetheless.

the is the only way he gets to see her right now, these few days out of the week that you let her stay the night, so he can get to know the daughter he's missed out on for far too long.

touya hums and forces a big yawn, closes his eyes and hopes she'll follow the act; shouto used to, once long ago. "'s'talk about it tomorrow, okay?"

the little girl shuffles around until she's a little closer, huffing against his face through her own yawn. "okay," she agrees, and touya waits a few minutes before peeking at her. watching her even breathing, in the red and orange and yellow.

#bye i'm so soft for this man #he's done things he's not proud of #because he was scared and unsure and didn't know what he wanted #but 🥺 he's trying 🥺 figuring it out 🥺 #✿ thoughts: dabi/touya #✿ theme: dad dabi/touya #cw children

[libbyrequiresescapism]

*not my oc*

more doodlesss ✌️✌️

they’re so easy and wholesome to draw. i love them 🥺🥺

also canon kiss is coming soon and i'm so excited 🤸‍♀️✨✨

@sleepyconfusedpotato

#bro jades head is ENORMOUS in that first one (it was my plan all along) #they’re just so soft for each other 🥺🥺 #how can I not draw them? #relationship goals #jade x ghost #cod #simon ghost riley #charolotte jade le jardin #cod x oc #ghost x jade #my art