#perfect and soft and sweet

[scruffydoomergirl]

May I sit?🩷

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[byjovewhataspend]

Kacchan Bias

the left wouldnt be REMOTELY interesting to me if it werent for the right

[lostsyren]

The way he bridges the distance as soon as he picks up she’s feeling worried, following her eyes when she looks away.

He tries to make her feel better.

You’d think he’d be angry. Maybe skeptical. Or aggravated. He’d just revealed his big plan– shouldn’t she be happy? Excited? Why is she not impressed?

But no. He reaches out to her. He holds her. He includes her.

“We’re gonna make…both of us…this is our future…”

And even though he’s the one consoling her in the scene, she finds a way to make him feel better. She’s rubbing his back, almost preemptively assuaging him for her betrayal.

They’re both inadvertently trying to make up for their mistakes in this relationship.

Rafe cast her out. He othered her as a pogue, a hookup, a girl unable to meet his standards. And here he is fixing that by showing her he’s serious about them.

Sofia sold him out. She stabbed him in the back, and hurt his trust. And here she is stroking his back trying to comfort him while he thinks he’s comforting her.

It’s all so devastating. Sofia knows she can stop it before it all goes to shit. But she’s passive, arrested in the moment. Rafe is unaware. He’s trying to fix it but he doesn’t know the problem. He’s dynamic but detached from the reality of the situation

They’re both ruined by their character flaws– Sofia hindered by her passivity and inability to react. And Rafe hindered by his egotism and inability to see past his own worldview.

Maybe if Sofia fessed up now, she could’ve stopped Rafe from signing on with Groff and stymied their demise. Maybe if Rafe truly saw why she was upset, he could’ve seen past the shiny prospect of a future he envisioned, never bothering once to include Sofia in that ideation, and gotten to the crux of their issues.

But no. Instead Sofia opts to just rub his back, wordlessly signalling her guilt– rooted in stagnation. And Rafe just resumes with his plan, ignoring her qualms– drunk on his own concocted vision.

[seokminfilm]

forever | lee seokmin

🪄 pairing, lee seokmin x reader

🪄 warnings, non-idol au, lowercase intended, newly-established relationship, boyfriend!seokmin, hurt/comfort, sprinkles of angst, mentions of unspecified trauma, crying, kissing, hugging, seokmin calls reader love, reader uses nicknames for seokmin, seokmin soft hours

🪄 summary, seokmin finds out something new about you, and still loves you just the same for it.

🪄 author's note, hello hello everyone! i'm back from my hiatus, so please enjoy this quick hurt/comfort fic i wrote (seokmin soft hours are a go)! i love you all so much and have a merry christmas (christmas-themed seokmin fic??)

"love, can i ask you something?" the pet name is still new and brings a flutter to your stomach and a blush to your cheeks, and you nod, smiling at seokmin as he closes his book.

"you do this thing with your hands when you get nervous. why?" seokmin's voice is innocent, and your heart stops in your chest as you turn around, speechless and without an answer to seokmin's surprising question.

"oh, um...do i?" you laugh nervously, and seokmin nods, watching how your eyes darken a little and your smile fades as he nods. "yeah, you do. you're doing it right now."

you look down at your hands, and sure enough, they're moving; they do what they've always done when you're nervous, fiddling with each other and pulling the other hands' fingers. you never realized what you were doing until he called you out for it, and even then, it was just second nature to you. you didn't know how to stop.

"if you don't have an answer to it, you don't have to answer. i just wanted to know. it seems like a nervous tic you have, and you do it a lot around me. i don't know if it's because i make you uncomfortable or anything, and i hope that's not the case but—" seokmin pauses, staring at your eyes as he heaves a sigh.

"if it is, i want to know. i don't want to make you feel uncomfortable." seokmin's voice is soft, sincere, and you can feel the tears welling up in your eyes, already falling before you get to the bed where seokmin is sitting.

you fall into his lap, arms slung over his legs as your tears wet the white duvet. he doesn't say anything, quiet as his arms comfortably encase you. seokmin's smell is sweet and light, and it allows you to dry the tears quicker than you thought you would, sighing as you sit up.

you explain everything to him, from what happened to give you the subconscious habit you have, to why you do it around him. seokmin was attentive to every word you said, eyes on you and hands around yours as he listened quietly.

"i only do it around you because i'm still really nervous around you, seok. i—i know we've only dated for a month now, but i don't want to scare you away," you pause, eyes welling up with tears again as you breathe a sigh. "it's happened with everyone i've ever loved. like—in a romantic way, i mean."

seokmin's dark brown eyes dance over your skin, free of judgment and hurt. he's understanding of you, and strokes the tear-covered hair from your eyes, slender fingers tracing and cupping your cheeks as he kisses your tears away, soft lips drying your wet face.

"i would never judge you, love, i hope you know that. i'm happy that i've met you, and no matter what happened to you in the past, i'll continue to love you. there's nothing you can do to stop making me adore you." seokmin's smile is warm as he takes your hands in his, thumbs running over your knuckles as you nod, biting your wet lip.

"thank you for sharing that with me. it takes a lot of bravery to share personal things like that, and i'm honored that you consider me worthy of knowing." seokmin blushes, giving you a smile as you stare down at his hands, noting the veins in his forearms and slender fingers that grasp your thigh softly.

"of course, seokmin. i feel like you and i will be a thing for a long time. maybe even forever," you mumble the last part, cheeks heating up as seokmin stares at you, matching your expression. his eyes soften at your words, and you smile at him as he presses a soft, chaste kiss to your lips.

"i know it's going to be forever. trust me, love."

[aousboom]

Can I get a graduation gift? What do you want? Can I get a kiss? Even if you didn't ask, I'd give you one anyway.

ONLY BOO! (2024)

[ingravinoveritas]

Video of Michael listening to David's eulogy on the WTAWTAW podcast. The way he is blushing and laughing with his whole body is everything...

[david-tennant-in-chairs]

They like holding hands

Source: AziracrowDaily on TikTok

[feroluce]

Randomly consumed today by the thought of henghill cuddles, but like from a specific point in their relationship, like after they've only recently started laying in the same bed together.

It's something that takes them a long time to work up to; they both have nightmares, and yeah, Dan Heng is a Vidyadhara and he can heal himself beyond anything Boothill could accidentally do to him, but still. Boothill is made of metal now. He's heavy. It wouldn't take much, just a single flailing limb to cause some damage. He still gets up after Dan Heng falls asleep, and sneaks down into the guest cabin in one of the other cars.

But he'll lay in bed with Dan Heng until then. At first Boothill would always try to situate a blanket between them, because well. Metal isn't exactly pleasant to cuddle. But more and more lately, he's noticed Dan Heng keeps worming his way around their soft barrier and just kind of...rubbing his hand along him? Open palm up the curve of his side, across the planes of his chest, into the star-shape at his solar plexus, down the plates of his abdomen, back to his side again. Fingertips tap soundlessly against metal, or press into dents and divots, or smooth over old scars in the steel.

"Ya don't hav'ta do that, ya know."

"Does it bother you?"

Dan Heng's hand has already stopped, settling somewhere on the futon, neutral ground. Boothill clarifies that no, it doesn't bother him. But he can't feel any of it. He only knows he's doing it because he can see the motion out of the corner of his eye. Dan Heng doesn't need to go through the extra effort to do things for him like he would someone with a normal human body.

And Dan Heng goes quiet, just long enough that Boothill gets curious and turns to look at him over his shoulder. He has the cute little furrow between his brows, like when he's thinking.

And then he opens that pretty mouth of his and says, "That's alright, I think I'm doing it for myself, anyway" and Boothill nearly wheezes because wow, Dan Heng is almost never quite that honest when it comes to himself fdklsajlkd

Boothill cackles in surprise and asks point blank what he means, because what could he be getting out of that? Given the implied permission, Dan Heng's hand starts it's usual route again. Side, chest, solar plexus, abdomen, side. Boothill can practically hear him chewing on his words.

"I like that you're warm," is what he finally says, and Boothill suddenly feels like a bullet has just grazed something vital. "All the processes you run increase your temperature," Dan Heng's hand fans out across a span of steel and he holds it there, like he's soaking up the heat. "And your metal is smooth, it feels pleasant to touch," his fingertips move in circles, slip into a divot perfectly sized, rub back and forth. Boothill silently wills one of his cooling fans threatening to open up to stay closed.

"I like how you feel under my hands. That's all." Headshot! No recovery possible.

"...Suit yerself, then," and Boothill quickly turns back over before Dan Heng can see it in his face, how close he just hit to his heart.

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Pacey + Joey + Soft Moments

[panncakes]

something very genuine and soft is clicking for me with us and pamrak and everything about the show and it's so nice to have this feeling grow stronger every week

[ingravinoveritas]

This is how I tend to think Michael and David look when it's just the two of them alone together. A little bit silly, a little bit domestic, and ineffably soft...

[pummelingbat]

peanuts,.......

[racetrack-is-back]

race drops onto spot's couch with a sigh. spot is already home, cooking something in the kitchen. "race, ya didn't tell me you were coming over!" he calls.

"i didn't plan on it. i was too tired to walk all the way back to my place." race settles into the couch a bit more, waiting for spot to join him. eventually, spot does, with an extra bowl of pasta for him.

"why ya so tired?" spot asks. race drops his legs into spot's lap.

"i was up late working on an assignment."

"you're dead on your feet, race. eat and then we can lay down and watch something, okay?"

"i'll get outta ya hair in a second, spot, promise."

"sweetheart, you're my boyfriend and you're half asleep as it is. relax. you can stay as long as you want." race nods as he starts to eat. spot turns something on the tv. he's too tired to focus very much on it.

he sets his empty bowl on the coffee table. spot will take it out to the kitchen. he quickly loses track of time and finds himself falling asleep on spot's couch. "race," spot nudges him. "sweetie, c'mon, it's your bedtime."

"super funny," race mumbles, not opening his eyes.

"seriously, i have a bed for a reason."

"tryna get me into bed, spottie?" race snorts at his own joke and then stops as spot grabs him. he always forgets how strong spot is. "put me down," he says as spot throws him over his shoulder. "this is so embarrassing." spot sets him on the edge of the bed.

"i've got some pajamas you've left here if you wanna change." race nods, smiling at spot. he changes and goes back to spot's room, finding him already laid down and reading some sort of book. there's a tea on his night stand. race takes a sip of it as he walks by.

"god, i forgot that your tea is practically just sugar." he pretty much climbs on top of spot, putting his head on spot's chest. he feels whatever book he's reading settle between his shoulders. "that's a sharp book."

"so get off of me and it won't be on you anymore."

"no." he smiles, listening to spot's heartbeat against his chest. spot's hand runs through his hair as he falls asleep.

he should be tired around spot more.

[ereborne]

Caturday ❤

[evansbuck-ley]

i really just love evan buckley okay