#Cold Weather Comfort

[familythings]

How to Make Healthy Soup with Leeks

Today’s recipe is a very simple one, with few ingredients, but very healthy at the same time. I serve it as a first plate, mainly during cold season, because leeks are better in this season. Here I go with the recipe: Ingredients: / Ingredientes: 300 gr veal (possible with bones) / 300 gr de ternera (posible con huesos) 500 gr leeks / 500 gr puerros 50 gr white rice / 50 gr de arroz…

[underoospeterparker]

hii

can you please write a sirius black x reader fic where reader is like constantly cold, and sirius runs super hot and reader is constantly cuddled up next to him to stay warm?

this is my first sirius black fic!- 0.3k words

"Siri," you whispered over the consistent humming of the television, nudging him softly. "It's so cold."

He turned to look at you for a moment, a concerned frown on his face as he looked you over. He wrapped you in his arms, then all but shrieked from your temperature.

"Shit, you're freezing, lovely," Sirius said, his voice panicky as he tried to pull you closer, hands roaming around your body.

Warmth seeped into your aching muscles and you sighed in pleasure. Sirius shot you an exasperated look but still tightened his hold around you.

"Why are you always so warm?" you asked, your voice quiet, head lolling against his shoulder.

He took a note of your tiredness and reminded himself to get both of you to bed earlier. No doubt you had pushed yourself too hard today. "Why are you always so cold?" he countered, his voice half teasing and half genuinely worried.

"Dunno," you murmured, your voice muffled by his sweater. "It's freezing outside, maybe that's why."

"Honey," Sirius said, an amused smile on his face, "you were inside all day with the heater on."

Rolling your eyes, you pressed yourself further into his chest, almost wanting to meld your bodies together. He made a soft murmur of appreciation and reached under your shirt to rub soothing sweeps up and down your back.

"Thank you," you managed, ear pressed against his heart. You thought about it for a second, then added, "you're the best boyfriend ever."

He laughed, but his heart squeezed in his chest when you murmured a soft, "I love you, Siri."

His voice almost broke when he whispered it back. "I love you too, sweetheart. Get some rest, okay?"

Your voice was almost inaudible now, and he had to ask you to repeat yourself. "You won't go, right?"

He felt his heart split clean in two. "No, I'm not going anywhere, love. Staying right here." He pressed a kiss to your forehead, resting his chin on the top of your head. Sirius listened to your breathing become softer until sleep pulled him under too, content in your arms.

[hcnnibal]

ooooh can we get hints about chapter 4? a little teaser? describe one a2 outfit in detail?

pants💥shirt💥shoes💥

[icewindandboringhorror]

sneepy cozy time....

[cheekblush]

took myself on a little shopping trip yesterday in the city where i used to study in hopes of lifting my spirits but by the end of the day i felt so disheartened. wandering the same streets 10 years later and not much has changed. i’m still the same lonely unlovable girl.

[wangxianficrecs]

Amid the Frost by LtLJ

Amid the Frost

by LtLJ

G, 5k, Wangxian

Summary: The Yiling Patriarch's demonic cultivation sect is invited to help fight a massive waterborne abyss. Exhausted and half-drowned from battling ghouls, Wei Wuxian meets Hanguang-jun. Kay's comments: This is an AU of an AU, basically, it was inspired by LtLJ's series "Fated", which I [and Mojo] also absolutely adore [Mojo's Rec]. Wei Wuxian grew up around the Burial Mounds and started his own sect with the Dafan Wens and here they have their first outing assiting the Lan Sect with dealing with the Waterborne Abyss. Lan Wangji meets him after the fight and takes care of him and ah, they are just so cute and I love how they immediately click, like two puzzle pieces fitting into place. Excerpt: "There is no need for thanks." Lan Wangji started to make tea, his movements precise and elegant. "You are one of the demonic cultivators." "Yes. You -- your sect -- invited us here." The feeling was returning to Wei Wuxian's hands and feet in pinpricks of sensation, the warmth of the tent sinking in, and what he actually wanted to do was curl up next to the braiser and sleep. "We had word of your efforts in Yiling, on the river that was affected by the Burial Mounds runoff." Lan Wangji placed a cup of tea in front of Wei Wuxian. "And it seemed obvious that you would be expert with ghouls." Wei Wuxian couldn't fault that logic. And until this moment he had wondered if maybe the Lan sect had invited them accidentally somehow, and not as a deliberate, sensible quest for helpful knowledge. "Sorry we haven't been more, um, friendly. I bet everyone thinks we won't invite people to our tent because it's full of demonic evil, but really we're worried that if the sects see our dirty laundry it'll ruin the whole Burial Mounds mystique." He still sounded like a raspy crow, rambling. He sipped the tea, the warmth clearing his thoughts, and pulled himself back to the point. "We've had some issues with the other sects, at times. The Jin, the Su."

pov wei wuxian, pov lan wangji, canon divergence, no sunshot campaign, the untamed canon, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, hypothermia, fluff, caretaking, cold weather, first meetings, different first meeting, yiling wei sect, getting to know each other

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[graveyard-society]

the sheer amount of headcanons i produced while i was drawing this is insane

[giggledome]

R.E.M.’s automatic for the people is the gayest rock album i’ve ever heard (/positive in the truest sense of the word)

[hgracieeees]

love to keep me warm ❄️💙

my first microfic written for @tentoorosemicrofics! words: 1073, rated: G, prompts used: icy tags: microfic, winter, cold weather, sharing a bed, sharing body head, emotional hurt/comfort, mild hurt/comfort, fluff, domestic fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, title from a song titled after the song by Laufey & dodie READ ON AO3

The Doctor was very frustrated with the inferior homeostasis that a new human body brought, relative to his previously superior physiology.

In other words, he was cold. 

Very cold.

It had started snowing the minute that they’d landed back in London, and he wasn’t happy about it. A week away in Australia checking out some newly-recovered alien tech had been so deliciously warm (with moments of blinding heat in between, courtesy of summer in the land down under) that even as they knew the wintry weather had well and truly settled in back home, Rose and the Doctor were blissfully ignorant of just how cold London could get. 

Rose seemed inexplicably functional, something that the Doctor just could not understand. When they were traveling together, it was always one of his companions lagging behind to try and warm up or cool down, regulate their temperature. He had a vivid memory of Donna on an icy ood-populated planet… but now it was he who was trying to cover himself with as many blankets as possible while Rose just chucked on a hoodie and got on with the day. 

“Rose, it’s freezing!”

“It’s not even below zero today, Doctor, it’s not even scientifically freezing,” She laughed, pressing a kiss to his forehead, his body instinctively chasing the warmth of her breath against his skin, “We have to get to work.”

“No, the labs are so cold. Would it kill them to turn the heater on?” The Doctor whined, shivering as he peeled off layer by layer of fluffy warmth. 

“Doctor, I don’t have to explain to you why they have to mediate temperatures in labs. Come on, it’s warmer in there than it is outside, so the quicker you get out of the house, the sooner you’ll be back inside.” 

Rose couldn’t do anything but laugh as the Doctor whined and groaned about it all the way to work and into the lab, watching a shiver go down his spine whenever someone so much as mentioned opening the door and letting the outside cold air in.

“You are such a sook,” Rose told him that night as he pressed his face against her collarbone, apparently trying to fuse his body with hers in an attempt to preserve body heat, his arms wrapped possessively around her waist. 

“I am not.” He said petulantly, his sentiment somewhat dampened by his current position. Rose could only coo teasingly and press a kiss to the crown of his head, feeling his responding grumble against her skin. 

“Come on, you used to love the snow!”

“I still do, I just don’t like the cold,” The Doctor was finally starting to acclimate, feeling some sort of tingly warmth coming back to his extremities where they were pressed against the soft flannel of Rose’s pyjamas, feeling the curvature of her back underneath the warm fabric, “This bloody body and its inferior homeostasis…” 

“I didn’t even think of that. That you used to not…” Rose said after a moment, her lips freezing where they were pressing repetitive kisses against his head, her voice going quiet and meek.

The Doctor just hummed in response, trying to nestle even closer into Rose’s embrace and realising that her body was tenser than it was a moment ago, “Rose, are you alright?”

She seemed to shake herself a bit, relaxing slightly, “Yeah. ‘M fine.” 

He pulled back, trying not to wince at the cold air, finding the places that had been pressed against Rose’s skin a moment ago, “You don’t seem like it.” He ducked his head, trying to catch her eye as she clearly avoided it, “Look at me, love.” 

Rose sighed, now being the petulant one, and unwillingly met the Doctor’s eyes. He reached out a hand and pushed the hair back from her face, trying to hide the wince at how his fingers ached in the cold. 

“‘I used to not’ what, Rose?”

“You used to not be cold. Or hot. Or have any of these annoying human inconveniences or discomforts,” She tensed again, even as she began to run a finger up and down his arm out of nervous energy, “You could have kept living like that. Some version of you is living like that, out there somewhere…” 

The Doctor sighed, though not in anger. This wasn’t the first time they’d had this conversation, not even in the first hundred - and he was sure it wouldn’t be the last. The things he and Rose had been through, had done to be with each other, had done to each other in the past - and he was the worst in the latter category - those things don’t just get fixed with a kiss on a beach. He didn’t want to stop talking about this, not until it wasn’t even a thought in either of their minds, and he wasn’t sure that day would ever come.

“But he doesn’t have you, my Rose,” He told her simply, pressing a kiss to her mouth, feeling her smile against his lips, before wincing and quickly pulling away, “Rassilon, why are your lips so cold?!” 

Rose grinned, somewhat placated for the moment being, and suddenly turned her attention to pressing kiss after kiss all over his face, onto any patch of bare skin she could reach, small pricks of ice sending shivers across his skin and down his spine (not necessarily just from the cold). After a moment he found his place back pressed against her collarbone, his cheek and hands warming up from her skin, her kisses now once again pressed to the top of his head, where his hair protected him from the worst of the cold. 

“My Rose, I would experience every petty human discomfort or inconvenience, all at once, forever, just for the opportunity to give you a single kiss - you know that, right?”

She laughed, more of an incredulous exhale of air more than anything, making him grin against her throat, nipping her soft skin for good measure and making her yelp. 

“You say that…” She responded, unconvinced.

“I mean that,” The Doctor could only reply, pressing kisses wherever his mouth could reach, as if that was the key to convincing her.

A comfortable silence fell, the Doctor and Rose curling as tightly as they could around each other - they could say it was for the sake of staying warm, sharing body heat… but they both knew that was far from being the main reason.

[darthbloodorange]

A Cold and Miserable Day

Rating: Teens Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe Pairings: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov, Alpine Warnings: Knives Major Tags: Canon Divergence AU, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Cold Weather, Huddling For Warmth, Cuddling & Snuggling, Domestic, Established Relationship, Blankets, Bucky Barnes Hides Knives all over the house (one one is revealed though…), Worried Bucky Barnes Word count: 500 - Quintuple Drabble

Summery: Bucky's having a bad day until he returns home.

For the: ✦ Stucky Bingo - Cuddle Puddle [B5] (Card: 5054)

Read below or on AO3 >HERE<

Bucky gave a sigh of relief when he rounded the corner and saw the apartment. He was tired of snow and ice. And the frigid rain, too. The whole week had been miserably grey and cold.

He sped up his steps, eager to be indoors. To worm himself up again. To curl up with Steve and Alpine on the couch.

With numb fingers, he unlatched the gate and hurried up the path.

A sudden, unexpected clap of thunder has him jumping as he makes his way up the stairs to the door.

"Shit!" Bucky quickly grabs the stair rails, narrowly avoiding ending up flat on his ass in the puddles forming on the path.

He lets out a slow, calming breath, then shoots a glare at the dark clouds above.

With a little more caution, Bucky climbs the stairs and reaches the door.

Bucky digs his keys out of his pocket and lets himself in. He hangs his keys up on the hook and leans against the wall as he takes his boots off. Then his jacket.

And then he looks around. Something feels off.

The house was silent.

No noise from the TV. No music coming from the record player. No light scratch of a pencil against a page. He couldn't even hear the heater running. Also absent was the light pattering of Alpine's feet as they ran to greet him at the door.

There was no sign of Steve or Alpine. And no note by the door to tell him they were out.

Bucky let out the breath he'd been holding and quietly slid the keyhook aside, revealing the small nook behind the wooden frame. He reaches in and pulls out the knife.

With silent steps, he slowly searches the house methodically. Room by room.

Nobody on the first floor.

Bucky ascends the stairs and continues his search.

After the bathroom and guest bedroom, he reaches their bedroom, hopping. Maybe Steve was asleep...

He turns the doorknob and pushes open the door.

Empty as all the other rooms.

Bucky turns to leave. He'd check the art studio next. But then, a muffled noise from the walk-in wardrobe catches his attention.

It's then he also notices the power cord leading under the door.

Curious, Bucky makes his way over and opens the wardrobe door.

Curled up in a nest of blankets were Steve, Natasha and Alpine watching movies on a laptop. The cord was from the small heater warming the space.

"Get in or leave, Barnes, you're letting all the warmth out," Natasha says, only briefly looking up from the screen to meet his eyes.

Alpine gives a short yowl in agreement. Getting up, stretching and then burrowing further under the blankets.

Steve lifts a corner of the blankets, inviting him in.

Cold and exhausted, Bucky felt no reason to argue. He pulls the door shut and slides under the blankets beside Steve, wrapping his arms around him.

Steve kisses his cheek and rests his head on Bucky's shoulder.

THE END

[melestasflight]

A short and sweet Russingon for @silmsmutweek day 4: Fire. Inspired by the quote of the day “I look at you and my blood boils hot, I feel my temperature rise.”

Heat - featuring Fingon's cold weather exhibitionism and Maedhros' incapacity to deny him anything.

[jobeana]

Morning vibes ☕🕯️

Found on pinterest

[crisp-autumnal-air]

Beef and Peppercorn Stew with Parmigiano Reggiano Dumplings or Cheesestraws

By Twigg Studios

[invisible-pink-toast]

i don't understand why everyone thinks you have to be one thing.

[littleplantfreak]

temp goes under 70 degrees? time to turn on the heated blankie

[isfjmel-phleg]

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