#he just wants to snuggle

[imfinereallyy]

celebrate softly

it my birthday today so here’s a lil gift from me to you (yes I know that’s not how this works haha) I made a bunch of little things is celebration, i probably won’t post these till later in the day so sorry if you get a bunch at once.

Steve wanted to like his birthday.

No, really, he truly did. He knew that birthdays were the one time of year you get to be a little selfish. The people you loved gathered around you to celebrate another year of you.

It was just that Steve was also used to disappointment.

Over the years, his birthday has consisted of either his parents parading him around at business dinners or the empty silence of a house that wasn’t ever a home.

His old friends were never around. It was a holiday weekend; he didn’t expect them to stick around. Even if they had, Steve was almost sure they would have made him throw a party, where they would have pressured him to get drunk and sleep with someone, and…

Yea, Steve wasn’t interested.

The one birthday he spent with Nancy had been okay. She had to go on a family trip, her parents attempt at getting their kids to cheer up over the loss of their friends, and she was going to leave the morning of his birthday. But at midnight of July 2nd, she had snuck into his window even though she could have walked through the front door. Nancy had brought him a cupcake, a small present, and a soft smile. Steve had wanted to kiss her, but he knew it wasn’t what she wanted then. He wanted to be respectful, so he held her hand instead.

Nancy hadn’t brought a candle, said she didn’t want to risk burning the Harrington Household down. Steve had laughed, saying that would be the best birthday present ever, but she hadn’t laughed back.

The present had been a book. Which wasn’t a terrible gift per se, Steve liked reading it was just he had difficulty doing it. He couldn’t focus long enough, or he would have to reread sentences over and over again.

It just didn’t feel worth the frustration.

But it was sweet of her to get him something, so he tried reading it. It took him months to finish it, even though it was small. It was boring, and Steve had found the main character whiny, and Steve had begun to wonder if Nancy was trying to tell him something.

Then the Upside Down round two had happened, Steve got his ass kicked again and learned that Catcher in the Rye was Jonathan’s favorite book.

Steve had thrown out the book amongst his bloody bandages.

Steve was only slightly hopeful to have a good birthday last year. He had good friends (sure, one was his ex, and the other were children, but he still counted them); Dustin would be home from camp, and even though he had work, he got to spend the whole day bothering Robin, which brought him a special kind of joy.

But then they were cracking Russian code, getting tortured, and watching Max’s Stepbrother die, all within the days of his birthday.

So Steve didn’t have high expectations this year. Sure, people knew it was his birthday, it was hard to hide when he was friends with the nosiest people, but most of them were spending the entire weekend staying with Max, and he would have been too if Max hadn’t thrown a remote at him when he suggested it.

So Steve had conceded to having a quiet but lonely July 2nd.

But then at 7 am there was a knock on his front door.

A knock was putting it lightly, there was pounding echoing in the Harrington Household.

When Steve walked up to the door, he was prepared to drive away some bigots who had been trying to “repent Hawkins.” They had been going around the richer neighborhoods recently, saying we needed to clean up the streets of the sinners and the queers.

Yea, they were knocking on the wrong door.

Steve hadn’t expect Eddie Munson, notorious night owl, to be crowding his doorway at 7 am.

“Harrington, have I ever told you how absolutely ugly your house is? Like for how wealthy your parents are, they chose an absolute nightmare of a layout! It makes no sense.” Eddie budged his way past Steve with his arms full of bags.

“I’ve been telling him that for a year, Eddie, and every time he just shrugs!” Steve turned to find Robin bullying her way through him as well. She had a handful of videos in her hands.

“Sure, come in, I guess,” Steve mumbled. He shut the door and turned toward his intruders. “Not that I don’t love a surprise appearance at—“ Steve checked his watch “—7:03 am, but is there a reason why you are awake before the birds are even chirping?”

Eddie snorted and just gave him a look instead of answering. Robin shook her head, “What doofus hear is trying to convey with a noise, Jesus Eds, I know you’re not a morning, but words please, is that we are obviously here for your birthday. You, Steven Alison Harrington—“

“Not my middle name.”

“—we’re born at exactly 7:07 am on July 2nd. So we had to be here to say happy birthday officially!”

“How do you even know the time? I don’t even know that.”

“She snuck a look at your file last time Owen’s was in town.” Eddie smirked.

Robin hit him upside the head, “Don’t tell him that asshole, he already thinks I’m crazy enough. And don’t act like this wasn’t your idea!”

Eddie rubbed the back his head in dramatic fashion then yelled, “Snitch!” through hissed teeth.

Steve felt himself unthaw at the idea that these two weirdos woke up this early for him. “Ah, well, thanks, guys.” A blush rose on his cheeks, “Well, thanks for stopping by; you guys can go home and sleep if you want.”

“Stevie, did you think we brought all this to just leave? On your birthday. Oh no, no, no. We are having a whole movie and snack day! I brought weed, and chips, and we can order a pizza later in the day. And just be lazy weirdos in your fancy living room.” Eddie hopped up on his coffee table, startling a laugh from Steve.

“That sounds like a typically Friday for us, what’s so special about it?” Steve teased.

“Well we brought all of your favorite movies! Grease, Top Gun, Karate Kid, Indiana Jones...wait I think I'm noticing a theme here—“

“Robin!” Steve screeched, his blush coming back with vengeance. He didn’t want her to reveal there very obvious, and embarrassing pattern to his favorite films.

“And!” Eddie said from atop his place on the coffee table, unfazed by the two of them, “We are paying for the pizza.” His voice oozed with pride at that. Steve was sure he had come up with the idea.

“Wow I’m a spoiled prince. Maybe ever think I wanted to stay in bed?” Steve raised a single eyebrow.

“Oh but my sweet prince, we know you rather spend this glorious day with us.” Eddie was confident, with confidence came the damn nicknames, and Jesus Christ—this blush of his was never going away. “Besides what else could you wish for!”

A kiss from you. Steve thought quickly.

Steve sighed deeply before saying, “Alright. Get down.”

Eddie seemed taken aback, like he hadn’t expected the rejection. “Oh yea man, of course. We will get out of your hair.” He scrambled off the table.

Steve giggled, “No Eds. I’m moving the coffee table. This couch is a pullout. We can all just lay on it while we watch movies.”

Eddie’s face lit up while Robin yelled, “Oh thank god, I’m exhausted.”

An hour later, when the sun was still barely risen and Grease blared in the background, Robin was bundled up in the blankets they dragged from his room, out like a light.

Eddie and Steve huddled close, but didn’t touch. The anticipation and want sat between them. “I actually have something for you.” Eddie whispered.

Robin snored beside them; Steve looked at her fondly. “You don’t have to whisper; she’s a heavy sleeper. Learned that the hard way.”

“Ah well, I have a present for you.”

Steve knows he should say that Eddie shouldn’t have, or insist he returns it. He knew it was the polite thing to do. He couldn’t find it in himself to do it, though. The idea that Eddie even thought to get him something beyond the amazing day they had planned (truly Steve couldn’t ask for a better day), but Eddie had spent his time to get something for Steve.

It was nice to have someone who would do something nice for you just because they can, not because they should. So, Steve waited patiently as Eddie reached into his bag beside the couch.

“Here.” Eddie spoke, placing the roughly wrapped package in his lap.

There was a tiny notecard with Eddie’s chicken scratch on it; Steve decided to read that first.

Stevie,

No adventure is the same without you, and this is the only one I have taken without you by my side. Thought it was about time we changed that. Hopefully we are not forever partners in crime (we’ve had enough of that) but instead, adventurers taking on then great unknown.

Together.

Yours,

Eddie Munson ッ

Steve smoothed over the card and tried not to cry. The poorly drawn smiley face stared up at him from the piece of parchment. Steve tucked it into his pocket for safe keeping; he might even frame it.

Eddie looked at Steve eagerly as he tried to open the package. He does it slowly to tease Eddie; his frustrated little growl made butterflies in Steve’s stomach.

Inside the package is a worn-out book, one he would recognize anywhere, considering he saw it every day on Eddie’s bookshelf. “Eds, this is your copy of Lord of the Rings. I can’t take this.”

Eddie put his hair in front of his mouth, suddenly shy, “Well, it wouldn’t be exactly yours. It’s just I thought it would be fun to, ya know, read it together? Like we take turns reading to each other. I know the kids always bug you to read it, and I noticed that it’s hard for you to focus sometimes, and I get that, so it might be easier if we like make it a thing? I know it’s probably not your interest; it’s my favorite book, not yours, so you know what? This is stupid—“

Steve cut him off by pulling him into a hug. Steve buried himself into Eddie’s neck before saying, “Thank you. It’s the best birthday present.”

“Really?” Eddie pulled back to look at Steve’s face. Whatever he found there must settle him, because he relaxed his shoulders. “I know it’s silly, but I guess I wanted to share this piece of myself with you…and maybe spend some more time together.”

Steve didn’t mention how they spent almost every day together, didn’t think he had to either. They both knew.

Steve decided to be bold instead. He pushed Eddie back into the couch and settled his back into Eddie’s chest. He snuggled into the warmth of his arms.

Steve put the book in Eddie’s hand. “Okay, you read first.”

Eddie laughed; Steve could feel the vibrations from under his skin. It was delightful; it was delicious. “Oh, you want to start now?”

Steve made an indignant noise while Eddie laughed again at him. His hands settled at the back of Steve’s neck as he played with hair that brushed it.

“When Mr Bilbo Baggins of Bag End announced that he would shortly be celebrating his eleventyifirst birthday with a party of special magnificence, there was …”

And once again, hours later, when Steve woke up, after drifting to Eddie’s soft, deep voice, Steve felt something settle in him. He felt Eddie lightly snoring beneath him, one hand still tangled in his hair. He felt Robin’s hand wrapped around his ankle, grounding the both of them. And there, between all of them, was the fallen book with no bookmark, signaling they would have to start again.

Maybe, sometimes. Steve thinks, birthdays could be good.

***

projecting. projecting. projecting. that’s me.

I hope you guys liked this one :) I did use my own bday for him, but the time he was born at is different than mine lol. I had a lot of fun writing it, it was just the softness I needed.

[spookyflavors]

I have to work 6 days this week and it might be a little later than a week for the comic, so here's another peek! Thank you everyone for being patient with me~ (I just wanna draw all day, but alas.. I work retail ; _ ; )

[artralic]

Battinson with Jason vs Battinson with Dick

Give this wet cat of a man a Robin!

Or 2.

Or 8…

[tornado1992]

“One way dream” but it’s a lullaby Sonic sings or hums for Tails while hugging him whenever there’s a thunderstorm so he doesn’t get too scared.

[sysig]

Two big softies(?) (Patreon)

[musubiki]

hidden mochi snuggles because lime cant help himself

[feralghxuls]

dew, as a rule, does not purr on command for anyone

it was a very long time after he joined ghost that he purred in front of anyone at all

quietly, and buried under the louder rumbles of ifrit and aether. and eventually louder

and in a last ditch effort one of the first few times dew was doing everything he could think of to get rid of that thousand-yard, unresponsive stare in mountain's eyes, he started purring. loud as he could. he felt ridiculous, but it worked faster than anything else he'd tried

so when mountain crawls into his lap and buries his head against dew's chest and asks him, purr?

well. dew purrs for him.

[hekateinhell]

today I said the words ✨lestat's baby mama✨ to someone and I had to pause and process once again that it's canon he knocks up some lady doctor with a 'precious, adorable, curvaceous, hot little body'

god bless whatever anne rice was on in 2013

[raycatz]

I'm not including a situation where someone might be injured because in that case I'm thinking the bed goes to them by default or they are nominated for it. anyone who wants to be chatty goes to join the living room floor gang.

What are your thoughts and headcanons? Do you have thoughts on how the boys tend to approach assigning beds in inns? Who do the chain choose to sleep near when camping and why? What are their dynamics like when settling down for the night and getting ready for the day?

In "Mirror Vs Open Closet Door: Fight!" by Gintrinsic (here) Four refers to the chain's decision on how to split up between inn rooms as the "Link-per-room ratio" which I find very funny. He, Sky, and Time also talk about their thought process behind why they do or don't want to sleep in a room with some of the others which I find fun and interesting.

So! If you have thoughts and want to share them! *gestures to the post!*

[cuterefaction]

#Trektober Day 19, "Tribbles". Quark doesn't understand the appeal of tribbles particularly, but he only really started disliking them once he noticed how much Odo enjoys them.

[blindmagdalena]

really obsessed with soulmate au’s recently and it got me thinking… what if john’s soulmate was part of the boys? a girl trying to kill him with an entire group of people also trying to kill him… and he’s fated to her? could picture him finding out and just putting his hands on his hips while turning his back to her and doing that click chuckle thing. just in utter disbelief but it is definitely on track for fate’s little play with him and his life lolol

Oohhh, you know, I've never played much with the soulmate au concept, but this struck me just right because I can so clearly see the slow, building meltdown that strikes him when that reveal drops.

The mirthless laugh, shaking his head, the hapless gesture to the ceiling before his hands drop. "Of course. Of course it's you. Why wouldn't it be? I mean—Christ, it makes sense, doesn't it? Every single person who was supposed to love me has-has fucked it, so why—" he keeps cutting into this escalating, unsettling laughter. There's nothing funny about it: you're sure that you're watching someone lose the last shred of their sanity in real time. "Why would my 'soulmate'-", he says, miming big, dramatic quotation marks. "-be any different?" That manic grin has shifted into tight baring of his teeth, a vicious sneer. He closes in on you, stands so near you can feel the heat of his breath when he hisses, "I should put you in the fucking dirt with the rest of them."

It should be terrifying, but it's hard to focus on anything other than the glassiness of his eyes. The sheer devastating heartbreak of it all, telegraphed clear as day in the way he carries himself. His eyes flare red, sizzling up the tears before they can fall. "And then you really will be all alone," you say. Maybe it's the hopelessness of the moment, maybe it's the shock of learning for yourself that he's supposed to be your one and only, but you feel numb. Frayed in a way you didn't know you could be. The crimson light of his eyes disappears in an instant, revealing surprise, followed by a wounded kind of look, before that familiar seething rage returns. "We'll see about that."

[the-cookie-of-doom]

“Chay, I can’t right now,” Kim said, his voice tight with the effort it took not to snap. It wasn’t Chay’s fault he was feeling overwhelmed. He slipped away from the boy’s attempt at a hug and tried to make it look casual, trying not to hurt his feelings. 

“Touched out?” Chay guessed, because he was wonderful, and amazing, and perfect, and he knew exactly what Kim needed, even when Kim couldn’t ask for it. He nodded gratefully. “Do you want me to run you a bath?”

“No, I—” He stopped himself and considered. He’d never been one for baths before, really. Couldn’t even remember the last time he took one. But something about the constant weight dragging on his body, making everything ache all the time, made him crave one for nearly the entire pregnancy. And he was technically cleared now that everything was healed and he was on the mend. “Actually, that sounds really good,” he mumbled, shoulders drooping. 

“Okay,” Chay laughed. “Sit down and relax, I’ll be right back.”

“What about—?”

“I’ll take care of her, don’t worry about it.”

Kim was going to worry about it. He didn’t know how he would ever stop worrying about it. She was only a few weeks old, still so small and vulnerable. How did parents ever let their babies out of sight? (How could his father have put them through the things he had?) She’s awake and watching him from her bassinet. Kim rocks it with the edge of his foot, watching her right back, and grateful that she isn’t crying for his attention because he didn’t think he could bear to hold her right now. 

Chay fussed around in the bathroom for longer than Kim thought was warranted. He realized why when Chay finally summoned him. He had dimmed the lights and lined the counters with little white candles that set the room aglow, filled the tub with sweet-scented bubbles, and set up a speaker to play soft, soothing music. 

“What do you think?” Chay asked, and honestly? Kim wasn’t thinking at all. He was too overwhelmed with affection, too busy trying to blink back his tears. 

“I love you,” he said, and Chay beamed at him. 

“I love you, too.” Chay locked his hands in front of him like he was trying to keep himself from reaching out, respecting Kim’s boundaries even though it had to be difficult, as tactile as he was. He made to leave. “Um, enjoy? Take your time. I’ll just be—out there, with the baby, if you need anything.”

“Wait.” Kim grabbed Chay by the front of his shirt as he passed, drawing him just close enough for a kiss. “Thank you.” 

“Of course, P’Kim. Enjoy your bath.” Chay knocked their foreheads together softly, but didn’t otherwise touch him on his way out the door, smiling the whole way. 

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Okay so I saw the post about feeding cats with Legacy, and now I've got one specific sort of brain rot that I can't seem to shake. As such, I'm passing it on to you.

Foul Legacy has big Orange Cat™️ energy. Also during cat feeding time, he probably ends up with at least three orange cats blending into his floof.

Thank you for listening to my brain rot due to cute thoughts.

~ The anon who wanted Kaveh but didn't want Baizhu or Ganyu

oh you are so right about that, he's so silly and sweet

Foul Legacy also has a habit of curling up so he can watch the cats from their height, his crystalline eye glittering, and almost always a few of the cats end up walking over and plopping themselves onto his soft fluff. he chitters happily and wiggles his wings, wanting you to see but not wanting to move as to not disturb the kitties. all of them start purring when you kneel down and pet them, one hand in Legacy's thick ginger hair and the other hopping from cat to cat, scritching behind their ears. a few times he's had kittens placed directly in his hair and making little nests- the orange ones blend in quite nicely, so you always make sure that there's no cats in his fur or hair before you go back inside

sometimes though, when it rains, you let the cats inside so they have a place to stay. you'd think it'd be chaotic, but all the cats instantly make a beeline for Foul Legacy, snuggling against him and curling up on his lap before the fireplace, and he trills joyfully, carefully curling his body around the cats. they knead against his armor; he kneads his claws into the soft blanket you gave him. you sit down beside Legacy and a cat immediately trots over and curls up on your legs- no leaving now! since you can't get up, you might as well lean against your fluffy Abyssal monster and pet his hair, listening to the rain and the sound of many, many purrs as you slowly drift off to sleep

[spookyflavors]

Another small update of about 6 pages will be posted either today or tomorrow. Will probably have many shots of Skull chasing Sam like:

[wintyrwolf]

I

D E S P E R A T E L Y

want to experience the other characters' romance. I've romanced Astarion twice (ascended and unascended), and I have plans in my 3rd playthrough to play a tiefling and romance Karlach. And eventually, maybe a playthrough for Shadowheart/Halsin.

BUT WHENEVER I THINK ABOUT ASTARION NOT HAVING SOMEONE TO BE WITH (seeing how he is, especially unascended) HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO ROMANCE ANYONE ELSE? 😭

(Might be time for me to look into a multi-romance mod for the origin characters...)

[casdeans-pie]

Dean, whispering to the Angel in bed beside him who literally cannot sleep: Cas. You awake?