You are safe. The winds of fate blow you to the warmest of hearths in the most cordial of inns. The touch of the sun comforts your flesh, but never burns it.
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new uquiz omg. what kind of warmth are you? been working on this forever pls take it <3
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An abandoned car spotted in a warm field in the countrysides of Japan.
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Tim is the big spoon, I don't give a shit that he's smaller, he's the big spoon. He needs to hold Kon for the reassurance that Kon is really there.
Kon is the little spoon and fucking loves it because he never gets to be that vulnerable or feel that loved. I'm convinced that this man loves physical affection and the act of being held would absolutely bring down any of his defenses. Being held makes him feel real and loved and like he's something that deserves it.
They fit together so fucking well and I love it
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someone say... Codywan cuddles?
the trope "we gotta share a bunk or we'll freeze to death on this icy hellscape of a planet and we can only share with each other because of our rank" is... I live for that, I absolutely LIVE for it
and one of my absolute favorite fics for this trope is glimmerglanger's Make Your Bed (Lie in It), so if you haven't read it yet, DO IT NOW, THERE'RE SO MANY CUDDLES
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