#soft hours ig

[erikahenningsen]

96 for cadina?

96. “Can’t you stay a little longer?”

Cady starts spending a lot of time with Regina after the spring fling dance.

Despite no longer being in the neck collar, Regina still isn't able to do all that much without needing to take breaks, and she can't drive with the pain medication she's taking. Everyone seems to be tiptoeing around Regina, like she's both fragile and dangerous at the same time, and Cady doesn't think anyone else has visited Regina since she came home from the hospital.

So they watch a lot of movies and TV shows in Regina's cozy home theater—things Regina has already seen but Cady hasn't, so when Regina falls asleep in the middle, exhausted by her medication, she doesn't miss anything. It's a good system.

What is not a good system for Cady is the way Regina cuddles up to her, falling asleep on her shoulder or occasionally in Cady's lap entirely. They always start with a respectable foot of space between them, but the more tired Regina gets, the closer she gravitates.

Cady's heart has been pounding so hard so often lately that she suspects she might be entirely indestructible, the world's first immortal person, because this surely should have killed her by now.

It's a Saturday afternoon and they're watching the second or third Bring It On movie—Cady honestly doesn't remember which. Regina seems particularly tired today, and Cady remembers her mentioning that she had a physical therapy appointment yesterday after school.

About twenty minutes in, Regina's eyes started to droop. It's a domino effect: Regina gets sleepy. Regina starts leaning into Cady, softly at first and then resting her head entirely on Cady's shoulder. Regina shuffles around, trying to get comfortable. Cady, like a person who is capable of handling this, guides Regina to lie down with her head in Cady's lap.

And that's how Cady winds up running her fingers through Regina's hair, so much affection swelling in her chest it's almost painful.

She's always had strange reactions to Regina, from the day they met. Regina's always made her nervous, but the more time they spent together, the less Cady felt genuinely anxious, and it turned into... something else. Butterflies in her stomach when Regina laughed and touched her arm. The heady, lightheaded feeling she would get when she got a whiff of Regina's perfume. The way her brain slowed down and then ceased processing new information when Regina flipped her hair and smiled at Cady.

And now, this... whatever it is they're doing. Cady is certain Regina doesn't view her as anything more than a person who is nice to her when no one else is and also doubles as a good pillow—while Cady spends more of the movie watching Regina than the screen.

When the movie ends, Cady checks her phone. It's starting to get late, and her mother will probably be calling soon. Despite every bone in her body aching to stay here with the gentle weight of Regina in her lap and the softness of Regina's hair under her fingers, Cady starts easing herself out from under Regina.

Regina stirs, eyes blinking open slowly. Cady thinks she looks particularly adorable sleep-soft and groggy.

"Where're you going?" Regina complains.

"It's almost eight," Cady says apologetically. "I should—"

"Can't you stay a little longer?" Regina cuts in, voice soft.

It's like Regina reached inside Cady's chest and squeezed her heart. She's always gotten a little thrill out of Regina explicitly asking Cady to hang out with her—the feeling of being wanted, even if only as a friend.

"I..." Cady relaxes back into the couch. "Yeah, for a bit."

Regina makes a pleased sound as Cady resumes stroking her hair without even really thinking about it, and for several minutes neither of them speak.

"Cady?" Regina says quietly.

"Yeah?" Cady asks.

"Thanks," Regina says, looking up at her, eyes kind of sad, "for coming. And for staying."

It takes Cady a moment to find her voice, to dig it out from under the heavy tangle of emotions in her chest.

"Always," Cady promises.

Regina smiles up at her, and Cady thinks she'd endure a million more torturous movies just to see Regina smile.

[icybreaths]

Grimmjow asking Jewel to remove her reiatsu suppressor before falling asleep with her and her being like "Are you sure?" and him encouraging her because he can handle her body's coldness and even though it would be more convenient for her to have the suppressor on he'd rather have her in her most natural state. She would be lowkey nervous but also soft because that's the acceptance she's always wanted. To be able to be without any complications.

[en-gelic]

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[katsukistofu]

we are made of stardust

contents ౨ৎ ⋆ i. midoriya x fem reader. 0.8k words — childhood friends to lovers. fluff. astronomy references.

It's hard for someone to pinpoint their earliest memories. Maybe it was the moment they blew their candles out on their first birthday, or when they scraped their knee while learning to ride a bike.

For you, it’s the smell of lavender fabric softener.

You think your earliest memory is of the sight of his freckled cheeks, with nothing but the green light of the glow-in-the-dark stars on his ceiling illuminating them.

Of sleepovers, reading the most recent copies of your favorite manga that you picked out from the library together under the blanket, holding the coolest pages up for the other to see, and hurriedly tucking the books under his pillows when Inko came in to check if you two were sleeping.

You remember his giggles as he tugs at the blanket to cover the both of you, big deep forest eyes dancing with glee. ‘To protect you from monsters,’ he whispers, only five years old, yet saying it with the unwavering confidence of All Might in those videos he loved to play to death on TV over and over again.

Inko chuckles, noticing you two once again rewinding the video for the third time, entranced by all might as he saves cats from a tree while rescuing civilians from an explosive villain, “faster than the speed of sound!” the title reads, while placing a plate of sliced fruit on the coffee table. He was starting to grow out of his favorite All Might onesie now.

Would he ever outgrow you?

Just as the moon orbits the sun, you can’t remember a time when you weren’t stuck to his side.

You’re the one holding his hands in the pool when he ditches his floaties for the first time, slowly guiding him as he kicks and kicks, holding him tight and not letting him sink.

You’re the one jumping and stomping on his bullies' sandcastles at the beach, when they try to ruin his first.

Accidentally, you’re the first one he tells when he passes the entrance exam for UA. He was calling his mother on the phone when you overheard him saying not to tell you yet, because he wanted to surprise you in person. His mother and you prepare a cute little party for him before he gets home, and upon opening the door to the apartment he’s greeted with a rain of confetti and a table full of his favorite dishes.

Streamers fall around him, and his eyes light up like shooting stars as he hugs his mother and you in his arms. ‘Proud of you, crybaby,’ is what you fondly whisper in his ear and between tears he gives a choked up little laugh.

Just as the earth needs rain, he waters your gardens and tends to your flowers.

He frowns when you frown, cries when you cry. It’s been over a decade but you’ll never forget the big fat tears that ran down his face when you jumped off the swings a little too early and fell on your face. The fourth grade teachers thought he was the one that got hurt.

When he places a bandaid on your knee with a worried pout on his lips, he lends you his light, and you shine it back.

Only five years old and in your mind, he was already a hero.

“What are you thinking about?”

Your eyes flutter open at the sound of Izuku’s soft voice. His firm thighs support your head from underneath and you wonder if he’s been working out even more than usual. He grins at your dazed face.

“Were you sleeping on me?” He teases. “For free?”

You roll your eyes as a yawn hits you, stretching in his lap. “Sorry I actually forgot to bring my card with me for this nap, sir.”

“My services aren’t cheap, you know.” He fakes a huff like he’s being scammed big time, and you have to laugh. He was so cute when he was dramatic. “I guess I can start a tab for you.”

“Aw, thanks.” You deadpan, and he snorts in response.

Taking his hand in yours, you trace the scars along his skin, addicted to the feeling of where rough scars meet his soft, baby skin.

He can’t help but blush.

He still gets it, this look in his eyes, like when he makes an observation he’s never realized before amongst his mutterings. Whenever he sees All Might merch on display in store windows, despite already owning most of it already.

But even more so, when he looks at you.

His gaze softens as he admires you in his lap, the slope of your nose and the shape of your mouth that his lips must have traced over hundreds of times by now. When he received that fateful golden strand of hair months ago, and after his mother the first person he thought of protecting was you. Though he knows you’re more than capable of doing it yourself, he wants to. He wonders if you realize it, the reason he saves. If not, he’s willing to remind you, over and over again until it’s woven into the beautiful constellation of your brain.

You’re the one that’s always been his hero.

[fleurral]

golden hour

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

thinking so so hard about LaughingStock and how that'd go down. disastrously, probably

[egg-emperor]

Can you even blame me for the way I am when in my second Sonic game and first game where I really got to know Eggman, he says things like this

Calling himself my master. Telling me to know my place. Demanding that I obey him and follow his orders like a good boy and threatening to absolutely obliterate me if I don't. Saying I was asking for it when he punishes me, getting very violent and aggressive, calling me an idiot and saying he needs to teach me a lesson.

Sir yes sir I AM ON MY FUCKING KNEES 😍💜💘💕dhsbfjsnfjsnfbsjgb

[noel-levine-fan]

i don't think sirius would really be online much in a modern world, he despises people and doesn't need any more stupidity in his life, i think the only accounts he would have would be like an account that claire made him make so she could friend him that he literally never uses, but if he was on social media, i feel like most of his interactions would go like this

i also think he would take "your mom" jokes VERY poorly

[hyukalyptus]

If I may, I would like to add to the Taehyun kissing conversation 🤗 I think he would have one hand on the back of your neck, kinda giving you support and kinda holding you in place. You could sort of almost recline back against his arm during long kissing sessions, and I mean why wouldn't you if he's gonna go through all the trouble of working out? okay bye haha 🫣

omg cee! is this ur first time in my inbox?? welcome <3

cw. kissing.

but YES that is a weakness of mine..hand on the back of the head..during hugs, make out sessions, wahtever im putty.

but that is so him! ugh and rubbing the apple of ur cheek with the pad of his thumb :( fuck i feel like he's so romantic. but i feel like theyre all rly romantic but that's prolly me manifesting LOL

but anyway- feel free to drop by anytime!

[sleeping-sirens]

i love writing soft domestic fluffy drabbles especially with haechan :( i re-read the two drabbles i wrote for him last year and the one i wrote a few months ago and my heart is swelling inside my chest rn!!!! im blushing at my own work😵‍💫🥰😭🤭 and i always get positive reactions and feedbacks so that makes me feel even happier <333

[pretentiouswreckingball]

loops!! what’s ur favorite ot edition?

Inbox me (1) thing you want to know about me.

celia you're asking the important questions thank you for giving me an excuse to talk about this, in this essay I will—

So I started watching OT like actively with the 2018 edition and they’re my favorites 🥹, their hymn it’s beautiful and the best one and la grupales buaaaa the best ones!!

idk there’s something about the way they truly are friend and has stayed friends even after all these years. I still remember when they did the OT Anniversary and they were the only edition where all the contestants attended.

Though I have to say this edition 2023 was really great I mean Juantin has my heart!! so many talented people this year and their singles are gooood The year with the best level I love them!!

[fleurral]

i drew a line, i drew a line for you. oh, what a thing to do. and it was all yellow. your skin, oh yeah, your skin and bones turn into something beautiful, and you know, for you, i’d bleed myself dry. for you, i’d bleed myself dry. —coldplay

[cherryjuicegf]

why do y'all not talk about the french version of drink with me it's literally everything. the distinct voices of the characters. feuilly. jehan. the hopelessness of grantaire's performance. the friendship and the choir. the sheer realization that they are ordinary people. marius is so in love i will cry

[moonjxsung]

Whoever sent the song fic request for the T Swift lyrics your request has been queued my pookie!! 🫶 So many swifties with fic requests from her songs I love it I love you all so much

[girlcrushau]

[criminalthoughtsmagicaldreams]

My parents will not let me rest so I guess I’m spending the day in Chennai