Softvibes Stories

' 𝗱𝗮𝗺𝗻 𝗰𝗮𝘁! ' ' what cat?- "

GUY WAITS FOR MAN TO COME HOME. MAKE SWEETS AND PARTY WITH PUP. CAN'T WAIT FOR BABE TO SEE ALL OF THIS HARDWORK AND CUTE LEWKS. . MILO M. MATTHEWS BELONGS TO @sinnervanilla

𖦹 Short and cute stories featuring each member of New Jeans . I sincerely wish to send all my support and love to the girls with this book. Minty <3

"tera mera saath" - somewhere between fleeting moments and forever kind of feelings, where nothing is defined yet everything feels certain, where it's not about holding on or letting go but just being, together in the softest way possible, like a calm that lingers even after everything fades... like quiet smiles that don't ask for a reason, like eyes that understand without words, like a presence that doesn't need to stay forever to be felt forever... like soft echoes of laughter, like unfinished sentences that still make sense, like a warmth that exists even in silence, delicate, unspoken, and somewhere between what was, what is, and what could have been-still, somehow, enough to feel like everything. This is Duet 1 of a two-part series. six different stories, one shared feeling. This is a work of fiction. #teramerasath #aestheticstory #multicouple #romance

She never left. She just learned how to keep her distance. Who Is Hyewon 2 is a story about silence, unspoken feelings, and the space people create when they are afraid to stay-but even more afraid to leave.

She was called a blessing in her world, but never felt like one. Reborn into chaos with a new name - Noroi, a curse - she carries trauma, scars, and a heart that won't stop loving. She doesn't fight with fists, but with understanding. Her weapons: intellect, calmness, and sarcasm. Her mission: survive, connect, and maybe... heal herself too started on 1 may 2025 ended on ( not yet) Disclaimer Tokyo Revengers and all its characters, settings, and original storyline belong to Ken Wakui and the respective copyright holders. This is a fanfiction created purely for entertainment and transformative purposes. I do not own the rights to Tokyo Revengers, nor am I making any profit from this work. All original characters (OCs), plotlines, and interpretations-including Noroi/Sachi and her journey-are my own creations. This story does not strictly follow the original plot of Tokyo Revengers and may contain major changes, alternate character arcs, timelines, or emotional developments to better suit the themes of healing, self-growth, and emotional resilience. #TokyoRevengers #Fanfiction #PsychologicalHealing #StrongFemaleLead #MentalHealth #EmotionalGrowth #SelfHealing #TraumaRecovery #TherapistMC #AnimeFanfic

Seven Lights is a journey through pain, healing, and finding yourself again. It follows moments of loneliness, courage, silence, and everything in between... until you learn how to breathe again.

A collection of soft, wholesome, and cute little moments that make you smile Just simple, happy vibes. 🤍 ✧ Posts include curated content (credits to original creators) ✧ Updated regularly with new finds Come here whenever you need a small reason to smile.

They met in the silence between sentences. One of them was trying not to be seen. The other was always alone by choice. This is the story of how two quiet boys started sharing the same corner of the world-without ever meaning to. A book left open. A blanket passed without a word. And a kind of friendship that grows in the quiet, like ivy on old stone.

Some people enter your life loudly. Some... you don't even notice at first. On a bus to a new city, among strangers and passing moments, two people cross paths without meaning to. No introductions. No significance. Just a small moment- that doesn't feel important enough to remember. But some beginnings aren't meant to be noticed when they happen.

Before the Noise Took Over is a quiet journey through the chaos we hide inside. It follows Lily Whittaker - a girl loved, yet burdened by expectations - as she steps away from the pressure of her world and into a town where silence speaks louder than words. There, between fading skies and whispered art, she meets Iris - a woman with her own quiet ache - and begins to unravel not just the world around her but the one within. A story about stillness, healing, and the kind of peace that doesn't shout but stays.

bakugou. katsuki x reader ❝you're such an idiot❞ ➸in which bakugou is in love with his bestfriend ___________________________________________ lowercase intended. swearing. all characters except for the reader belongs to kohei horikoshi.

hi, i'm lee sol. this little space is for the things we feel deeply but don't always say out loud. it's for the overthinkers, the quiet dreamers, the soft hearts pretending to be strong. some entries will feel like diary pages, some like letters, some like essays, and some like the voice in your head that finally gets it. whatever it becomes, i hope it feels like a warm light on your coldest days. you're not alone here. with softness, lee sol 🤍

𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑎𝑓𝑎𝑟<3

Of course I just think this is a fun idea. You can't understand them, they can't understand you but you are protective of each other, one more so then the other. A gender neutral reader and enderman, so I hope you enjoy some good needed friendship. Also kind of a platonic slow burn in a way? I dont know what to call it lmao. Also slow updates since my focus is just what. Started on: February 17th/19th 2021st.

Henna Barrie believed words could save people. She chose literature not as a subject, but as survival. College introduced her to Professor Grekward, a respected marriage psychology professor. Love grew silently, dangerously, never crossing visible lines. Henna wrote everything she could not say. Her silence became a book. Before leaving college, she gave the manuscript to Grekward and asked him to read it in the library. When he read the final page - 'Goodbye' - Henna was already gone. Bella, Grekward's wife, discovered the truth quietly. She left without anger. Grekward was left alone with regret. Henna left, loved again, and lost again. When her boyfriend married someone else, she returned - not for love, but closure. Henna became a writer. Her books healed others, just as writing healed her. Grekward read her success in silence and finally understood. Success had not erased the past. It healed it.

"Hello Bunny" is not just a love story. It's a journey between colors, silence, and a magical bunny who sees more than the world ever could. 🎨 Rani - ek simple si ladki, jiske sapne chup hain, lekin aankhon mein pura ek kahaani basa rakhi hai. 🎧 Umesh - soft-spoken artist, jiske brush aur camera uske dil ke sab raaz rakhte hain. 🐰 Mithoo - ek chhota bunny... ya shayad kuch aur? Jab khamoshiyon ke beech baatein hone lagti hain, Aur ek sketch kisi dil ko samajhne lagta hai... Tab ek nayi kahaani janam leti hai. Ek aisi kahaani jo likhi nahi gayi - mehsoos ki gayi hai. - A magical-slowburn love story with soul-deep connection, soft Indian vibes, and a bunny who knows too much.

Any topic. It's just short stories. A lot will probably be anime based, some may not, u gotta wait and see. This has slowly shifted from a oneshot book to shitpost, but no worries, I'll write more.

It rains when I wake, when I eat, when I breathe. In the quiet of forever rain, I find the pieces of myself I lost. Let it rain. Let it stay.

(Fully fictional, babe - pure fantasy fun. No real-world claims. Just vibes and chaos.) i did another story, yes i am meant to be packing, but when it comes to you, it comes to you-it's like a creative surge that hits you when you least expect it, or perhaps, when you most need a distraction from the dull reality of taping boxes and labelling their contents. The muses, it seems, have no respect for moving schedules.-----Lady Jay, Two Minutes Later The air in her small, currently-chaotic house was thick with the scent of cardboard and a faint, sweet overlay of the peach schnapps she'd poured for a quick 'packing break.' A single ice cube was already melting lazily in the glass, a beacon of temporary surrender on the otherwise neat coaster. Lady Jay leaned against the doorframe of her half-empty living room, the wood cool against her bare shoulder. She was tired. Bone-deep tired. She'd been on her feet all day, battling boxes, tape dispensers, and the existential dread of relocating. Every single muscle, from the arch of her foot to the tension knot in her neck, was aching in a chorus of complaint. She flexed her toes, wincing slightly. She took a slow, deliberate sip of the schnapps, the sickly-sweet, warm liquid a comforting burn in her throat. Just five more minutes, she promised her increasingly impatient inner voice. Her phone, precariously balanced on a stack of books that were definitely not packed yet, suddenly buzzed and lit up the dim room. A small, persistent rectangle of light against the gloom. Without lowering the glass or even shifting her gaze from the half-packed kitchen, she extended a finger and tapped the notification icon on the lock screen. A purely automatic reflex, a mindless gesture born of habit. She didn't look at who it was from or what it was about. It was just a tap. The screen loaded. The casual, weary sigh she had been holding was prepared to release. But it didn't.