#im too soft

[daisykihannie]

Winter Mornings (H.JS)

pairing: bf!Jisung x gn!reader

warnings: Fluffiest Fluff! Super soft! Will give you cavities with how sweet this is!

You were currently laying in bed with your boyfriend, Jisung. You had just woken up to him laying on your chest. The winter sun bouncing off the snow that was falling. The light shining ever so slightly into you and Jisung's shared bedroom.

You looked down at him as he slept peacefully on your chest. His chestnut hair was sprawled out and his face was glistening from the light. He looked so precious that you didn't want to wake him. One of your favorite things was cuddling with him. You ran your fingers through his hair gently, sweeping his bangs out of his face.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked up at you. "Good morning babe~" you hummed in a soft, gentle voice. He smiled up at you. "Good morning~" he said softly. God, he was so beautiful. You continued to run your fingers through his hair. "How long have you been up?" he asked. "Maybe 5 or 10 minutes. Not very long." You said softly. He nodded and sat up, you sitting up with him. You just looked at him for a bit, admiring the way his skin glowed in the light. You leaned in for a kiss. The kiss was soft and gentle. "I love you so much Jisung." You said with a soft smile when you pulled away from the kiss. "I love you too Y/N." he said, returning your smile.

The both of you then got out of bed, walking to the window to watch the snow fall. He followed behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist and leaning his head on your shoulder. You leaned your head on top of his still watching the snow fall. You felt so peaceful and happy. "It's beautiful. Isn't it?" You say and Jisung nods. "Extremely. But you're prettier." You turned your head, kissing the top of his head, a soft blush painting your cheeks.

After a few moments of watching the snow fall and enjoying each other's presence and the embrace, you two decided to go downstairs and make breakfast together. You held his hand as you walked down the stairs and to the kitchen together. You started collecting the ingredients needed for pancakes, making sure to grab the whipped cream and strawberries for the toppings. It was one of Jisung's favorite foods and your own favorite.

You began to make and mix the batter and he started to heat up the skillet. He moved a small slice of butter over the hot surface until it coated the skillet and melted. You began to pour the batter in large circles into the skillet. While you cooked the pancakes he started slicing the strawberries into cute heart shapes.

You continued cooking the pancakes until the batter was all used up, separating the pancakes onto two separate plates, three for him and three for you. He then topped the pancakes with powdered sugar, whipped cream, and the strawberry hearts he cut. He made your whipped cream into the shape of a heart. He smiled at you and you kissed his lips gently. You took some whipped cream on the tip of your finger, swiping it onto the tip of his nose before kissing it softly to get the whipped cream off. Both of you laughing softly, love evident in both your faces. The fond look in his eyes making your body erupt in butterflies.

You each grabbed your plates and went to sit at the table across from eachother. No matter how many times you ate with him, you'd never get used to the way he looks at you and how cute he looks with his cheeks puffed out while he fills them with his food. All of it so endearing. Both of you eating your stack of pancakes in a comfortable, love filled, silence just happy to be together. "mmm, they're really good. You did a great job." he said, giving you praises. "We did it together. You helped make them taste so good." You said also giving him praises. You both finish eating your pancakes in a comfortable silence.

A/N: I know it's kind of short compared to my usual one shots but I'm in a soft mood which is rare so I'm not used to writing soft stuff.

If you had to admit, you loved Winter mornings.

#skz #skz fluff #skz imagines #skz x reader #han jisung #skz han #im too soft #hes so babygirl

[gifti3]

Ahh i was finally able to read chapter 8!!!

i feel like a big revelation happened but with little elaboration so im just like...???

Something is happening, but my brain isnt connecting shit!

What i mainly got is that xavier is from a different galaxy and him and jeremiah already knew mc for some reason

I need to reread cause i feel like i missed stuff and if i read through everything at once without interruptions, ill probably understand better

Anyways ig next chapter, mc is about to test her acting skills in the n109 zone??? (btw i would be pissing myself if i was her! totally out of my pay grade...)

#im too soft #good thing i can let mc handle it :p #so yea my brain is like...wth is going on #i need to reread the passage #love and deepspace

[magnoliamyrrh]

writing a weekly summary for my human variation class and my dumbass sensitive ass is about to start crying writing abt how maybe one day we'll stop twisting science and history and instead look at it truthfully and maybe help us understand that all our endless constructs of dividing ourselfves into neat little groups are largely bullshit and so much more complicated and maybe one day the understanding that we all come from the same people may lead us to acting more decently and not dehumanizing each other

#IM TOO SOFT

[yinyangbuns]

it’s funny bc as much as i dislike jiang cheng i can never quite seem to write him completely negatively in my fics

#even tho i regularly peruse the ‘not jc friendly’ tag on ao3 #idk it’s the sibling in me #im too soft #i want him to care #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #mxtx #danmei #lyly chatters #jiang cheng #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #gdc

[churb]

‘I’m gonna reply to all my RPs!’ says me, a liar, as I reinstall Rune Factory 4 to let myself get absorbed in Farming Sim Games again/

#cherp #mxrp #my lil heart can not take it #idk what it is about farming/community builder stuff that just #fuckin kills me #it does #im too soft #i just wanna grow plants and have friends

[demonicangxl]

just… 🥺

#jennifer screaming into the void #im too soft #not very hot emo goth girl with tattoos of me

[changbinheart]

Chan just called himself our baby on bubble

This guy is so sweet I might cry I love him so much

#bang chan #chris is adorable #i want to squish him #I AM ACTUALLY CRYING #im too soft #this man called himself baby and im crying #maybe i should try therapy

[tubbytarchia]

so ranchers huh

#sorry Im allergic to long posts but hehe uhh I wanted to post it all at once... #rancher duo #team ranchers #trafficshipping #tangotek #jimmy solidarity #double life #double life fanart #trafficblr #they are so soft and I have way too many ideas for art of them by virtue but Im gonna stop myself there #sorry if my human anatomy is awkward anywhere eugh #not terribly confident about my human art but we go all in baby #fuck it we ball as the kids say #in the way I imagine them Tango keeps his flames at bay when around people but does still walk around with his hair casually on fire #he just cant help it when Jimmy's an affectionate dog more than an avian though you know #tubby art

[munchboxart]

So I've been doing this thing for months where I just start grabbing one of my plushies to have as tummy support to prevent me from leaning too far forward towards my screen (the plush pushes me back as it's against the desk).

Maybe not good advice but for now it's better than me leaning all the way forward like a dog

#btw get a rlly hard/stuffed plush. ones that r too soft dont work and can practically feel the desk. its uncomfy #i got my sharkitty plush today. its smaller than i thought but its better than my octo plush that i have #the marshmallow looking ones. the splat 3 variant #im considering buying a large bear plush bc i love those + might be better #(i have one but i want another one) #etc

[suntails]

toot toot!

#breaking my streak of dramatic af captions bc look at this. look at it. wtf was i supposed to call it. he's tootin whaddya want from me #he go TOOT TOOT on his lil trumpet i fuckgjn LOVE HIM im maxing this card im serious #lvl 60 10/10 no expense is too much for my precious boy #i found a new brush that has this rly soft charcoal vibe and i used it on this whole thing and it was SEXY it was HEAVEN #it was fun for coloring too!!! and the outfit colors are fun to color OUGHH everything made just for me <3 feeling SILLY #twst #twisted wonderland #twst silver #his bunny outfit sweeps like im sorry but its the best card of the event and its not even fucking close #suntails #i did one 10-pull bc i wanted the paint bonus from epel's card even tho i HATE that card #and i instead got SUPER lucky and got deuce and NO epel!!! i couldnt be fucking happier #then my job interview today never called and i was miserable again but it was an internal issue and im now rescheduled for next week #so please dear god pls guys pray i get this job. i want it sooooo bad

[h0nkshroom]

gently places these in your hands and cartwheels away into the night

#IM THINKING #THE BRAIN HAS BEEN BRAINING #bams ramble stream tonight was actually super stimmulating and got me to crank out some bangers #I would love to give this AU a cool name but i really have no idea what to go with... #for now its just.. trambs... #AND I DECIDED MY LAMB WAS TOO SOFT HE NEEDS TO BE CHAOTIC AND UNHINGED TOO #anyways do with these what you will #feel free to send asks if there are any questions or statements :D #goodnight :3!!!!! #honk doodles #Trambs #cotl au #cotl #cotl lamb #cotl narinder #cult of the lamb #cotl fanart #cult of the lamb fanart

[chucktaylorupset]

I think there's something to be said for fanfiction that loves canon in a way that’s rude. Like thank you for this wonderful thematic tragedy made out of this character’s entire arc ending in death, it was emotionally and intellectually moving, but also fuck you fuck you fuck you they live, this time and every time they live, they never died, their flaws are not their undoing, actually they have no flaws, actually they save everyone, actually who cares about a story, any story, where this one dies, actually i cared about that story so much i made a new one, actually i cared so much i unmade the old one, you gave me morals and i left them for the mortal, but they’re mine now and i will never let them die, actually thank you, actually fuck you, strongly worded letter to follow

A kiss for canon and spit in its face all at once, it’s great

#my post #i use and plan to use the 'canonical character death tag' WAY too much to post this but still #fanfiction #everybody live nobody dies au #and a five #this is about your blorbo absolutely but before that it was about #robb stark #to crown him is to kill him #on the one hand he must die because there are no good kings #king of the north was the death knell of robb the good brother robb the good son robb the loving friend #on the other hand #he was the nicest sixteen year old in the world #on the other hand fuck you there sits the only king i mean to bend my knee too #what if king was just a name for a brother who loved you #love that story of thematic importance about the inherent devastation of feudalism #but fuck you he's perfect and he lives #fuck you let him be soft and let him be mine #in general im against sandpapering your blorbos but actually my blorbos are soft and round and perfect #boubas if you will #and who cares if theyre a little unrecognizable #the version of them that gets to live #resurrection and comes back wrong but with the multiverse of what if they lived fanfiction

[ruporas]

cheers to the future of humanity (and the future of us)

[ID: Digital illustration in color of Vash and Wolfwood from Trigun. The illustration takes place during the ship/home arc, specifically chapter 21. At the center, Vash is grabbing Wolfwood by the collar and pulls him into a kiss in the middle of a celebration. The pair is colored in vibrant warm hues while their surroundings are colored in cooler colors like green and teals. Luida, Brad, Meryl, and Milly are shown amongst the crowd, occupied in the celebrations as Vash and Wolfwood share a moment by themselves at the center. END ID]

#vashwood #trigun #trigun maximum #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #hospital yuri (explodeds) like any average vw enjoyer i will never get over that arc #specifically the scene where they heard the news of earth ships coming and did that little handshake they somehow conjured or #Had already. and then the entire ship had a party... meryl and milly started drinking immediately from joy and dragged vash and ww to get #wasted too and overall celebrate together. the chapter moves quickly just like how the hope was quickly withered out and died just hours #later when knives destroyed it. BUT IM JUST THINKING ABOUT IN THE MOMENT OF IT ALL bc in the same chapter #ww asks for a chance for tomorrow and then gets news of earth ships coming. in this same arc vash is thinking of all the things he needs to #resolve so his home doesn't get attacked so the people he love doesn't have to die and the humans he wants to protect gets to live. #i feel like deep down they both semi-recognize that it can't be this easy and regardless of earth ships coming- there's still a wait for #them to arrive and they have to hold out. and regardless ww still has a mission to follow through and vash knows knives would find out #but in that mood of celebration the entire ship brought in - they can at least let themselves relax for a moment and indulge #how they basically engaged with no violence for the few days they were on that ship coaxing them into domesticity... i feel like their #thoughts would wander to somewhere soft and all #allowing them to push aside the tiptoeing and tenseness and be sweet for a night #ruporas art

[dawnatlas]

andreil wip

#i made it too soft now i can't look at it for too long #feels like im intruding #andreil #aftg #andrew minyard #neil josten #my art

[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

[sualne]

crocodad au sketches and wips

#one piece #monkey d luffy #crocodad au #my art #described in alt text #a note to self when working on the au is 'dont forget luffy is insane. dont make him too soft.' i want to explore crybaby luffy but i also #love that's the guy is rabid. ive also started working on the comic again! it makes me so happy!!! i love the expressions so im showing the