#I'm SOFT

[stilitrash]

The dynamic I never knew I wanted but definitely needed

[just-a-sewer-goblin]

Continuation of Soap using military talk on you, let's change things up a bit

When you use military talk it always makes Soap crack up.

The first time it happens he's playfully chasing you through the appartment. "You little shit! You ate the last one, don't deny it!", he is shouting after you. And when you just giggle he can feel his heart skip a beat.

"Can't prove it Johnny, maybe you ate it and forgot!", you counter. And you can hear the soft thumping of his feet speed up.

You're sqealing in delight as you try to rush around the couch to have a barrier between you and him. Before you can do that, there's fingers on your waist and Soap grabs you. Your body abruptly changes directions, being thrown onto the couch instead of running behind it.

You land with a soft "oof" and Soap immediately holds your wrists down. His cheeks are tinted a lovely shade of pink and he's panting.

You wriggle in a mock attempt to get free and say: "Captain! There's been an ambush!"

He grins: "Yeah? Captain, really?"

You laugh a bit and answer "Captain we got a Situation Alpha over here!"

Your heart soars when he barks out a laugh. "That...", he tries to stop laughing and fails "That's not how it works."

Now you're both breathless with amusement and you get out between huffs of breath: "We need backup! Got a charly foxtrott here! Need an evac right now, or we'll be in a deep code red!"

Soap absolutely wheezes in laughter above you, his entire body shaking and he finaly collapses onto you. His voice mocks you between his bursts of laughter. "In a code red...", he's near hysterical as he throws your words back at you "Got a charley... charley..." He gives up trying to repeat you, rolls off of you and falls to the soft carpet next to the couch with a thud.

You lean over the side still giggling and watch him, as he clutches his ribs while shaking with laughter.

"Ow, ow, ow it hurts.", he wheezes between laughing and your grin grows soft and fond.

Finally he calms down and smiles up at you, both your expressions mirroring the affection of the other.

He crawls up to you again, caging you in between his arms and leaning down until his lips brush yours. "Better rescue you from your dangerous situation then."

The following kiss if full of smiles.

[hellenhighwater]

There's nothing like moving a pile of rocks in and out and around to remind you that you are simply not as yoked as you used to be

[rebekadjarin]

Omega copying Crosshair 🥺

[mrghostrat]

i know one day we will sleep for days come over, come over i won't make the same mistakes come over, come over, i'm dying not to hurt you

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[lovelyboytears]

my baby boy works from home, so he's always there to greet me when i get home from work. we've fallen into a pretty consistent routine.

when i get home, he's waiting at the door to open it for me, giving me a kiss as soon as i step in. he takes off my shoes for me, and takes my bag and coat to hang up while i go pick out comfy clothes.

i sit on the edge of the bed, and he'll come kneel down in front of me. he takes off my socks (right then left, always) and then he stands up to do my pants. he leans over me and i lift my hips up to help him, which puts my tummy at the perfect spot for him to give it a little kiss. he then takes off my shirt and bra for me, and he's always hard for me by this point.

i like to tease him a little bit, about how he must be desperate to get hard over me like this everyday. he'll tell me i'm the only one that can make him this way, he's only so aroused because i'm the one he's looking at. sometimes i give him a sloppy handjob while we make out, or i'll let him suck on my boobs and grind against me, or i'll cover his chest and neck in kisses and bitemarks.

whether or not we move on to doing more, we always end up just cuddling and kissing. i'll hold him close and stroke his hair, telling him all the ways he's the most beautiful boy in the world. he buries his head in my chest and tells me that i have redefined the meaning of the word "love", that every beautiful thing in the world pales in comparison to what he sees in my eyes.

[chaosdoodles]

Thinking of her~

[bsdtual]

The sillies (affectionated)

[sappho-favourite-pupil]

I should be waking up every day with her sleeping on the other side of our bed. I should roll over and be able to feel her warm and sink into her arms, and listen to her heartbeat, and know i'm not alone and get sleepy words of affirmations whispered into my ears and and and-

[chenslucy]

FAVORITE CHENFORD MOMENTS » hugs

[charmbb]

hello chilaios nation

[minyooon3012]

Do u ever just think that namjin would be the type of couple to watch a movie and jin falls asleep like 20 minutes in while joon pauses the movie every 40 seconds to express his feelings about the scene that just happened without realising jin fell asleep, meanwhile he falls asleep too and they wake up cuddled up :(

[lunamgv]

I'm soft

[kenobion]

Andrew Garfield at The Hollywood Reporter Actors Roundtable

[caspianthegeek]

The pain erupted as Crowley slammed into the hard earth, sliding to a stop just outside the door to the Bookshop. He gazed up to the Heavens, a sob tearing through his throat. Aziraphale. He’d lost him, for good this time. His angel, the one he loved, ripped from him. The fact that his own demise was imminent didn’t matter compared to that truth.

A part of him knew he should move, should get up. Maybe make those who had dared to take his angel pay. He didn’t have the heart for it.

A small bird landed near him, and he paid it no mind as it began to chirp and then sing. The song was familiar. Nightingale.

What was left of his heart shattered in his chest as he cried out. The bird didn’t fly away, but came closer and finally landed on his leg, still singing.

“It’s over,” he cried. “Why are you here?”

The bird paused and then chirped once more at him. As he listened intently, something else pushed through his despair.

“Crowley!” the worried voice of his angel. “Where are you, you couldn’t have fallen far.”

The demon wanted to respond, but instead he was caught up with the small messenger now fearlessly climbing his shoulder. He wanted to cry out. He wanted to jump for joy. Somehow it all came out as a broken laugh there on the street outside the Bookshop as the nightingale tightened its grip.

Aziraphale came into view.

“Oh, Crowley,” he rushed forward, pulling the demon up and into an embrace. “You didn’t think—surely you know by now I’ll always find you. Not even Heaven could stop that.”

The nightingale sang its song as the pair kissed there on the street.

[kalevalakryze]

Mar'e'yi'manda

A quiet night under the stars on Lothal, Shin's laying in the grass next to Sabine, "What does it feel like?" They ask, risking a glance over to the other woman in the silver light of the moons.

"what does what feel like?" Sabine hums, fingers twiddling where they're clasped over her stomach.

"To be you?" There's something vulnerable there, something that tells Sabine not to look at them, so she focuses her golden eyes into the reflection of the light that reminds her of Shin so much.

"Everything sings," Her hand raises, open towards the night sky, a gentle breeze skirting past open fingers as her other hand drops from her stomach and to the grass, caking mud under her nails when she sinks the tips of her fingers into the dirt, to the still rain-damp layers below the surface.

"Sings? They question, and Sabine can hear them rustling in the grass, rolling onto their side so they can look across the foot of empty space separating them.

"Music is in everything, y'know?" The Artist shrugged, letting her risen hand finally drop back to the ground to twist grass up between her fingers.

"The wind in the grass, the ships coming out and going in, the life in the cities, the life we can't even see, all of it; and thats just who I am."

"I am the wind echoing across stone and I'm the sun melting away shadows, and sometimes I'm the color and the world is just waiting on me to paint it; I spent too long living in monochrome prisons to be anything but this.. this life,"

"Maybe that's sappy," Sabine huffed out with a tired smile, moving her dirt streaked hands back over her stomach, clasping them together once more, as if physically holding herself in and against the earth beneath them.

"To a Mandalorian, everything is handled in song- The Manda is everything we are; past, present, and future. It's this collective of all of our brothers and sisters, the songs of the lives they've lived. I can't be me without mentioning them, and the songs they wove into this life-"

Offering a sheepish smile, Sabine dares a look back at Shin. Their gaze is cast towards the moons in thought, their gloveless fingers twirling the padawan braid in a self stimulating movement, the ball of their gemstone sliding between the lightsaber calloused pads of her fingertips.

They seemed to be deep in thought, so Sabine let her words fade into the calming silence. From the tower, she could faintly hear Ezra, fumbling as he tried to navigate their home in its new state, with the most naggy occupant in the form of a territorial Loth-cat.

When peace and good company had finally begun to lull Sabine into a near sleep-like tranquility, accent thick in thoughtful words. "The force is like that too," They were contemplative, head held up in one hand, while the other traced a line of smell pebbles hidden in the grass.

"Singing?"

"Ah... Perhaps," Shin's nose crinkled. "I do not hear the music you are referring to, but-" The wolf sat up, legs crossing beneath them and hands dropping to the dirt caught in her greaves. "I can hear the stories." When Sabine's gaze flickered back to them, she found the pebbles, suspended in the air above their palms.

"Not the echoes in the force, more..." A slow exhale, the furrowing of their brows, and a tingle of anxiety as it melted into the cosmos around them. "Your music, your manda; that is the force, for me... My Master taught that everything was the will of The Force, like the Jedi; that we are conduits of the force and executors of its will... and the force has to have wants based on experience, right?"

A smile flickered on Sabine's lips as she watched the pebbles raise higher, the stars reflecting in their eyes as they followed the bottommost stone. Even after everything, Shin never did get talking much; Sabine learned long ago to take every moment their passion and drive for understanding was allowed to surface.

"The Force is written by the lives of all, these stones were once boulders, and in the Force, their pieces can be found; they never stop Being. They will always have a story, even when we cannot see them anymore."

"Funny, Jedi and Mandalorians have a long history of fighting over things like this, when they're so similar," Sabine shook her head as she finally sat up, brushing grass out of her hair.

The pitter-patter of soft paws in the grass tickled her ears, though before Sabine's head could turn, Nix was already making his way to clamber into Shin's open lap. "Little beast," They greeted with a sigh, allowing their pebbles to drop into their hands, setting them down back into the dirt where they had been found.

"I always had a hard time understanding the 'Force is life' thing; But I get it, I think;"

"There is no true way to get it. However you interpret it, so long as you are acknowledging the life it has and the impact you have on it all, that's what it is." Silence fell over the two women again, Sabine allowed her body to lean, shoulder drifting until she was pressing against the smooth leather of the jacket she would never hope to get back. "Thanks for that; I think sometimes, I need the reminder of how big it all is, and how we're all significant despite the size of it."

"Well, you cannot punch it, paint it, or blow it up, so I doubt you would have understood it alone, Mandalorian,"

"Why you little-!" Sabine shoved into Shin, sending Nix hissing and darting off into the tall grass as the wolf and the moon rolled in the grass.

"Hey guys! The Noti are hungry and I think I set your kitchen on fire!" Ezra called, squinting at the plume of smoke from the upstairs door wafting into the night sky.

"Little brothers," Sabine shook her head as she came to a stop, pinned into the dirt with a near smiling wolf.

"Jedi," Shin agreed, rolling their weight off and offering a hand up to the purple haired woman; Force, Manda, whatever it was, both would be rich with the songs and the stories of Ezra Bridger, the Jedi who ignited a bowl of ice-cream.