#somfte

[willowworkswithwords]

12 (or 21) for the Somfte Steddie prompts!! I realize those numbers are opposites but I didn't do that on purpose, I just liked those prompts. Also that's the number of years added to my life every time you write these two. 🖤

Imp!! Hi!!!!! This is so so so very very very late, but it's here!

12: "you could say I’m fond of you."

Two years since Vecna. A year and nine months since Eddie had been released from the hospital. A year and seven months since Max had been released.

Two years since Steve and Eddie had become inseparable friends.

Eddie fit surprisingly well into the Party, each of them able to connect with him in a different way. Dnd worked with most of them, but with Nancy Eddie had books, with Jonathan he had the softer side of his music, and with Steve he had this.

Movie nights.

Movie nights weren’t uncommon with any of them. In fact, it was exactly why Eddie wasn’t peeved that it wasn’t just their thing. Steve loved movies, and it hadn’t taken Eddie that long to figure out that it was because Steve loved stories.

Letters, apparently, moved around on the page when he read, which sounded like Hell to Eddie, but Steve found that love in movies. He was surprisingly into the nitty gritty film aspects too, liked watching the documentaries that sometimes came on about the history of film and the mechanics of filmography. Eddie would watch Steve watching the documentaries and realize that Steve was, in fact, a bit of a nerd.

This thrilled Eddie immensely.

Tonight, they were settled on Eddie’s couch for their own double-feature. Labrinth was Eddie’s pick, and a new TV documentary series about surrealist cinema was Steve’s.

Eddie highly suspected this one was Robin’s fault.

They both sang along to David Bowie, sitting nearly flush against each other. They were both smiling and getting sleepy by the time the documentary came on at 11pm, and when Steve’s arm settled on the back of the couch, as it had been doing more and more and more the last couple months, Eddie leaned his head back against it, as he’d been doing more and more and more.

As the show started and Steve sat enraptured, Eddie couldn’t help but think oh Steve, I am so terribly fond of you.

They fell asleep on the couch, Eddie never realizing that in the moment where his head hit Steve’s chest, Steve was thinking Ed, I am so in love with you.

soft™ prompts

[hms-tardimpala]

marriage of convenience bagginshield for the WIP game! the title has me 👀

EEEEEEE!! I'm so happy you asked about this one because (even though I love all my WIPs) this is my current baby. Apologies if this gets long.

Now, I love stories about royal marriages: they can be loveless, hateful, friendly, a business relationship, a mutual beard to hide behind, any number of things. And the potential for sexual frustration is high, and I like that.

I was having fun worldbuilding's Erebor's economical renaissance, and wondered "where would Bilbo and Thorin stand in this universe?" (although I like the story of The Hobbit as it is, in fic, I want Thorin to live and deal with the fallout of his actions) and the most interesting answer was that their relationship is fucked.

In my fic, they fell in love on the road, but while Thorin was goldsick, he married Bilbo in a fit of possessiveness, and was abusive. (to be clear, not sexual assault, but he was really pushy and possessive and ultimately, as we see in the movie, violent.) They stay married because Bilbo knows he wouldn't fit in and would be lonely if he went back to the Shire, and Thorin would have to find another consort and have an heir, and he refuses to pass on his susceptibility to goldsickness. It's better for the kingdom's stability. Also, the person they fell in love with is still there, right? (no they're not, these are all the wrong reasons, can you tell this is a terrible idea?)

I want to show how they become a very efficient ruling team as the years go on but on the personal side their relationship dies. I'm going to create a marriage that is so depressing. In public they look fine, but in private they don't touch, don't discuss their feelings, have separate rooms, etc. I want them to have created these coping mecanisms, walls of fear and guilt at the very beginning, but being unable to take them down when they want to later (which they will, yay).

It's about healing, abuse, duty, addiction (if I can fit it in, otherwise this one'll be a fic of its own), friendship, desire, and how these things mix together when they shouldn't and the result is ugly and not therapy-approved. And I want it to have a happy ending because I believe in healing and forgiveness.

Snippet time! Sorry it's long, I'm a wordy bastard. Careful, the vibes are rancid:

The wizard’s expression darkened, but he started moving again nonchalantly. “We had a similar nightly discussion some time ago. I warned you about Thorin and the effect dragon sickness would have on him. You told me you were not afraid of him, despite everything. Have you revised your opinion?” Bilbo kept walking, but it felt like a heavy stone had dropped inside his stomach. A shiver crept up his neck as the painful sensation of strong hands on his thighs and sides came back to him. He remembered the throat-tightening fear as he listened to Thorin rant and rave, go from gentle to threatening in an instant, Bilbo in his wake never knowing if this time he would escape the king’s fury or be discovered for the traitor he was and choked by a hand heavy with gold rings. He saw again the leering, the unbridled desire, the possessiveness. Thorin covering him in riches and bedding him on top of his cursed gold like he was one of his things to use as he pleased. [...] What happened didn’t matter because Bilbo couldn’t afford to grant it importance. The fact was that when he married Thorin Oakenshield, he married a dragon. A dragon that had since then disappeared, but who could tell that it wasn’t lying in wait, observing Bilbo hungrily from behind beloved blue eyes? “I haven’t,” he told Gandalf. “I don’t fear Thorin, I fear what he could become if he’s not watched.” “It is not your responsibility to watch over him, Bilbo,” the wizard said gently. It is. And not because Bilbo had taken hollow-sounding vows during a travesty of a ceremony hastily held in the treasury. He hadn’t needed a title or a formal bonding to jump between Azog and Thorin, to deliver him from giant spiders or the cells of Mirkwood, or to endorse his plea to the Master of Laketown.

This is gonna be unhealthy before it gets better.

Anyway, I hope you don't mind how long this got. Thank you so much for asking, it made me so happy to tell you about it 💙

[aurinkomoukari]

the one where Jim catches a cold (5717 words) by aurinkomoukari Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Slipknot (Band) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jim Root/Reader Characters: Jim Root, Gender-Neutral Reader - Character Additional Tags: Gender-neutral Reader, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Sickness, Hurt/Comfort, man flu, OH GOD THE MENZ ARE SO CUTE WHEN THEY HAVE THE FLU 🥺, very sick Jim, reluctant patient, Friends With Benefits, low key pining, Unrequited Love, Friends to Lovers, somfte, Cuddling, Snuggling, Intimacy, petting, Hand Jobs, Tenderness, NEEDY WHINY JIM NEEDS YOU 😭 Summary:

Your best friend (who you're DEFINITELY not painfully in love with) catches the cold of the century and you have to take care of his helpless ass. Unfortunately you kinda wish you could do other things to his ass as well...

[felixeis003]

Good Luck Kiss ;))

[sinnamonpork]

resting bitch face? more like resting pretty face

[maithefluffychicken]

Latest commission for Anne!

I really really love to draw these quick sketches with the boys kissing softly 🥺💛

[sergle]

this beautiful morn on god's green earth is as good a day as any to weed out the people who were just following me here for "uwu Somft Huggable Squishy" art (my art of plus size bodies), but don't actually care about fat people, as people, and feel personally offended the SECOND we vocalize frustration abt the fatphobia we experience.

[sunroseofthewood]

Me: *takes your trauma boy and makes him a trauma girl*

[didderd]

forgor to post this doodle i did for Milk a bit ago

the beeg mans, Butch belongs to @sans-guy <333

[springedbunny]

I was like hey Why do this suspicious package by my door smell of pungent slime ?

alas it was the Thang

[cloysterbell]

What's the last thing you remembered before you woke up in the hospital?

[cotl-flower-crown]

Kitties play

[honeysuckle-teaa]

A little bit of thick thigh Thursday anyone? 😉🩷

My links

[housecow]

[dragon-chica]

Batmom and Jason Thought

Headcanon that batmom acts truly appalled if anyone tries telling her Jason did something bad.

"Jason? My sweet little Jason? how dare you try to insinuate and frame him, my boy, who has never done anything wrong in his entire life." with a glare so cold they accept their own defeat and leave the angry mother alone.

The first time it happened, Jason was terrified of getting in trouble, of disappointing you when he made a mistake and someone was just too eager to tattle on him. He didn't mean to bother someone at the gala-

Bruce never fails to find it hilarious. 'your sweet little innocent Jason? the one I met while he was stealing the batmobile's tires?'

You fix a playful glare at him, not changing your tone and patting Jason's hair while he hides beside you at the party "who has never done anything wrong in his life Bruce. Look at him, an angel."

Your proud tone and curling lips are enough to make Jason laugh too, forgetting about how stressed he was about a gala, and is happy the rest of the night to just sit with you and smile because he's "your little boy."

[lotuslate]

drunk and in love in a meadow // used this pic as ref