#rainy day cuddles

[kit-williams]

ugh its a bright and sunny day here... warm and wonderful but I can just feel it and hear it... the way the morning storm just makes you so lethargic... makes you not want to do a damn thing. Except cuddle up and bask in each other's warmth.

Sleepy primarchs are best primarchs. If you are willing to mabey a sleepy angron fic,or a sleepy perturabo?

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author’s note: Sleepy Perturabo. Post tweet.

Relationships: Perturabo/Gn!Reader

Warnings: Perturabo isn’t as cunty as usual so, none really

Olympia is battered with rain today, you can hear as you wake up. It streaks down the glass of the windows, and you can hear the thunder crack outside.

It sounds wonderful.

Perturabo is still asleep, you notice when you roll into him. He’s sleeping on his stomach, massive arm bent to wrap around his head. Though he doesn’t remain asleep for long, as your movement near instantly rouses him.

The short chop of hair on the top of his head not affected by his cybernetic enhancements is disheveled and messy, as he looks at you with a sleepy expression.

He then looks over you to the window, and sees the pouring storm battering against it.

���We won’t be able to get anything done in this storm without double the effort,” He says, referencing a current project. His brow furrows and wrinkles become more prominent, as he wipes a hand over his still sleep-stricken face.

“I imagine anyone but your men would get washed away. Though it is funny imagining one of your Iron Warriors float away in 200 kilograms of ceramite.”

Perturabo looks at you with an expression that could be described as far from amused, before he sighs.

“Come here.”

You wiggle closer as he moves to lay on his side, and he throws and arm over you. Your knees touch his ribs as you curl them upward; He can see you smiling at him. He pulls your closer, wrapping his massive arm around you.

“I am not dignifying your attempt at humor with a response.”

That’s more of a response in and of itself, and you take pride in it pressed against his chest. You shift upward slightly so his chin rests on your head, and he silently allows it. It seems he has no plans to get up, and has decided to take the day to himself.

“Your commanders are going to wonder where you are,” You whisper, though you don’t mind he’s decided to stay.

“Then they can come find me, and I will send them away.”

You’d be amused to see that happen, as you shift against him. He tightens his arm around you, and you feel his fingers grip your night clothes. Content in the bubble of body heat he creates as the cold rain batters outside you close your eyes, and you feel Perturabo’s chin shift against your head as he falls back asleep.

[thesolarangel]

Spending a rainy day with Halsin

Halsin is just a big teddy bear who loves to cuddle with you. rating: G · fluff, comfort fanfic, no warnings · 293 words read here on AO3

It was a crisp day in January and it had been raining for hours. You could hear the raindrops falling onto the sturdy roof of the cottage, creating a soothing rhythmic noise that was probably your favorite sound.

The fireplace was lit and the heat and light made the living room extra cozy. You found Halsin draped comfortably across the big couch, a knitted blanket over his legs, and a book in his hands.

He had opened a window next to him, that way he could savor the smell of the wet earth outside while he was reading his novel. He was an elf of simple pleasures as he always said. 

Halsin looked up from his book, a smile curling his lips and his eyes lit up. “There you are.” he welcomed you in his deep, rumbling voice that exuded so much comfort and kindness.

“You look very cozy, can I join?” you asked as you approached him.

“Of course,” he peeled the blanket away and made space between his broad thighs. “Come here, my heart.”

You settled in his lap and he draped the blanket over the both of you. Leaning back against his large chest, you placed your ear against him to listen to his heartbeat and breathed in his scent. You snuggled closer into his embrace and Halsin hummed above you.

You let yourself be lulled to sleep by Halsin’s steadily moving chest, his heartbeat, and the sound of the rain. After a short while, you were fast asleep as Halsin continued to read his book, occasionally stroking over your hair. He placed a gentle kiss onto your forehead and let you nap like this for as long as you needed. He was only halfway through his fantasy romance novel…

Thank you for reading! I just wanted to write down a quick drabble that has been on my mind for a while and I needed something to cheer me up in this dark and cold season. I hope you liked it!

tag list: @lordoftheelves @starlady66 @orehuna @fenharel-enaste @aiwe-the-little-bird (I hope it's okay I tagged y'all. If not, please tell me and I'll keep it in mind for next time!!)

dividers by @cafekitsune and @saradika-graphics

[inkykeiji]

it is raining and dark and dreary and cold and all i want to do is snuggle into a nest of fluffy blankets and cuddle with husk because :((( he looks soooo soft and so warm and i bet you he is the best cuddle buddy to just curl up with and drift dreamily between various states of consciousness. just lulled into a hazy sleep by the feeling of his chest curved around your back, rising and falling rhythmically with his calm, even breaths, the sound of fat raindrops pelting against the windowpanes in heavy swells of wind, the low hum of the television as it murmurs to itself, one of your favourite films flickering on the screen, bathing the room in faded blues and washed out reds ♡

[dapandapod]

For @firefly-party mine beloved wifi, who asked for steddie, and rain against a window.

There is much to be said about living in a trailer, but Eddie always loved laying in his bed and listen to the rain as it was beating against the roof with fierce determination.

Might be a bit cliché, but look, it's cliché for a reason. right? 

Knowing that it's shitty and cold outside, knowing you are comfortable and warm inside, preferably wrapped up in as many blankets as you own, there is just something universal about that.

It's different after the upside down. It doesn't feel as safe, because some nights during a thunderstorm, he is not sure what is beating the roof, not sure what is reaching for him.

It's also different, because instead of the trailer, he is in a shitty apartment now. Walls stained with time and smoke and cheap landlord's poor taste in wallpaper, windows permanently sealed shut for the same reasons.

And because he is not alone.

Maybe that is the biggest part, actually. The best part, too.

The bed is probably a little too narrow for two people, but they make do by tangling themselves so close together it's hard to say where Eddie begins and where Stevie ends.

The duvet is bunched down by their waists, Steve's leg hooked around Eddie's calf, Eddie's arm across Steve's back, Steve's breath against Eddie's collarbones.

Eddie was never particularly hairy himself, despite his huge mop of hair, and that just allows him to feel the smattering of chest hair pressed against him, and the trail leading from Steve's belly button down his boxers. 

The air is stale with sleep and sweat,  the morning grey through their too short curtains.

Eddie is enjoying the sensation between sleep and wakefulness, where you are aware enough to feel, but asleep enough to drift.

The fog clears only when Steve stirs, shifting closer and nuzzling into the crook of Eddie's neck.

The rain outside has yet to give up its fierceness, true to the season, but without the roof of the trailer, without the thin layer of metal making out the husk of his previous home, it feels different.

Instead of hiding underneath a leaf, he feels like he finally found a burrow, a home. 

Not a very good one, objectively, but his nonetheless. His and Steve's.

Jesus, Eddie finds it hard to believe sometimes. 

Steve shifts again and makes a sound, something that sounds like half a snore, half a word, and Eddie finds himself smiling. That famous hair is a right mess, sticking up in every direction, exposing Steve's forehead.

Rain makes him soft, Eddie thinks, as he leans down the few inches it takes to press his lips to that perfectly kissable forehead.

On the floor above them, Eddie can make out the sounds of their neighbors waking up, but he isn't ready for that yet.

It's warm, cozy, safe. 

Steve gives a content sigh and his arm tightens around Eddie, before it travels up, his hand reaching Eddie's neck, under his hair,  his thumb just touching the shell of Eddie's ear.

"We should probably get up," Steve mutters, eyes still closed, lips pouty in the way they are when his cheek is pressed against the pillow.

"Probably," Eddie agrees, lips still against Steve's forehead. Pulling away is impossible, this moment feels like it is plucked out of time, a bubble of their own. "But when was I ever known to make good choices?"

"Hmmmmm," Steve supplies, and Eddie takes that as Steve disagrees, that Eddie is full of infinite wisdom. Good man.

Along Steve's back, Eddie can track moles, like a star chart written in Braille, just for him to read.

Maybe Steve will let him draw them out again, the sharpie only stayed visible for a few days.

"Did you buy eggs?" Steve says, keeping his eyes stubbornly closed as he plays with Eddie's ear, making him shudder.

"Yeah. And ice cream. Today is an ice-cream-for-breakfast-day." Eddie declares, leaning backwards to pull Steve half on top of him.

That's it, he realizes. That is what he was missing. The weight, the security of another person, the proof of being loved and trusted in ways he only imagined back in that trailer, with the world closed off, still only a thin metal wall away.

"Nancy will have my head if I'm late," Steve grumbles, but moves to fill the spaces where Eddie is not, covering him as much as he can.

"Can't be late if you don't go in," Eddie says with his infinite wisdom, cradling Steve closer, closer, close is never close enough.

"Can't fault that logic," Steve huffs. "I really don't want to get up."

"So stay," Eddie whispers.

He doesn't realize how much he needed to hear it, how much he needs Steve, until he says it.

"Always," Steve promises, promises always, always, always, whenever Eddie asks.

The rain doesn't let up until lunchtime. Steve is only let go to empty his bladder, and Steve stays, stays, always stays.

Rainy days are the best.

[aceofcaydes01]

How about a rainy day drabble?

It was a rare day that the both of you were off from duty. You awoke late in the morning with a lazy stretch, feeling the warmth of Crow’s body at your back and his arm slung across your waist. You listened for a moment at the sound of distant thunder, recognized the muted neon of the signs outside as water streamed down the glass. You looked to your right to see Ghost and Glint sleeping in their beds, or at least you thought they were sleeping; you never thought to ask.

“Let’s stay right here today, Guardian.” You heard Crow murmur as he pulled you closer, his voice thick with sleep. You smiled and closed your eyes, letting the warmth and safety of his arms lull you both back to sleep.

You couldn’t agree more.

When’s your next story coming?

Idk I’m currently lacking inspiration. Do you have any extra laying around I could borrow?

[yeesiine]

Rainy days are the perfect time to stay in bed and cuddle

[lycheesodas]

rainy day cuddles 🌧 it's been raining a lot lately :3c perfect weather for staying under the blankets with a book and a warm drink

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[styleandcheek]

Not me craving a cozy, rainy day. Preferably with a view of lush greenery. And tea.

[jecroisenmoi]

Cuddle weather with mah babies.

Been rainin' nonstop and they're chilling on my bed.

I am literally an outcast in my own bed. They technically own it.

[wintercoatkiszka]

Waking Up Too Early

The soothing sound of rain is what woke you from a comfortable sleep and it’s what almost put you back to sleep. Inhaling the clean air deeply, you roll over to snuggle closer to your partner Jake, but you find his eyes watching you carefully. “Well look who finally decided to wake up,” He comments softly, reaching up to run his hand through your hair.

“You weren’t going to tell me that my favorite weather is going on right now? What if I had missed it?” You ask sleepily, faking a hurt expression and pressing a hand to your chest.

“Well, as a wise man once told me ‘We could close the curtains and pretend that there’s no world outside’” Jake counters, pulling you against his warm body.

“How dare you use Jack Johnson against me. Come on, let’s go enjoy this weather.” You pull yourself out of Jake’s protesting arms and the cozy bed, shivering as your feet hit the floor. You quickly stretch out your back, and pull on an oversized hoodie before running down the stairs like a kid on Christmas morning to see how hard it is actually raining outside.

The rain has always been one of your favorite types of weather because of how rarely it happened when you were growing up. Your mom always made a huge deal over any amount of rain, but especially days like this where no sun peeks through the thick dark clouds and the rumble of thunder in the distance reminds people that it’s okay to spend a day at home in their comfy clothes. You would slip on your bright yellow rain boots and your mom would slip on her black and white polka dotted ones and you’d go splash in the biggest puddles you could find, letting yourselves get soaked for hours until your stomachs would remind you that it was time for lunch. Your mom would cook up something warm, usually soup, while you’d change into your fluffiest pajamas in the laundry room, leaving your wet clothes to dry over the clothes line that only really got used for that one purpose. After lunch, it was an afternoon of movies or books and, before you knew it, your dad was home with some sort of treat to commemorate the occasion.

“Jake! Don’t you want to come splash in puddles with me?” You call up the stairs, rooting through your overstuffed coat closet to find the pair of rain boots that your mom got you when you moved out for college. You finally find them and pull them out with a huge grin on your face to find Jake standing just on the other side of the door, shaking his head down at you.

“Anything for you my love,” He says with a sigh, pulling on his Birks and opening the front door. You run out to find yourself in a proper rainstorm and, by the time you turn around to see if Jake was following you, your hair was already soaked and clinging to your face in strips. Letting out a loud laugh as you watch your partner trudge out from the cover of your front porch, you run towards the street where a nice stream of water is heading steadily towards the storm drain. With one last leap off the curb, you land squarely in the middle of the stream, sending a wave of water up your legs and on to the front of Jake’s pants, who had suddenly appeared behind you.

“See, isn’t this fun?” You ask, planting a kiss on his cheek. He wipes the look of shock off of his face and replaces it with a determination that you don’t often see, nodding slowly as he eyes the water surrounding you. He lands on a sizable puddle and then glances back at you before taking a huge jump and splashing your right side.

The next few hours are spent just like this, jumping from puddle to puddle, seeing who can get the bigger splash, muddier splash, who can find the coldest puddle and occasionally running out of the way when one or two cars drive past, changing the topography of puddles for your use. By the end of it all, both of you are shivering and the rain still looks like it is going strong. “How about I make us some brunch and you get warmed up little lady?” Jake suggests, pulling you in for a hug. “You’re shaking like one of those little dogs and I don’t particularly want hypothermia today.”

You take a quick shower to reestablish the feelings in your fingers and toes and then wrap up in the coziest lounge set you can find before relieving Jake from the stove and sending him to do the same. He’s got eggs and sausage in a pan, something sweet in the oven and there’s a bottle of champagne begging to be opened and used for mimosas on the counter and a short twenty minutes later, you’ve got a lovely brunch spread set up on the table as Jake descends, taking a deep breath of the lovely kitchen smells.

“I’m an amazing cook, aren’t I?” He asks boastfully, puffing his chest up slightly as you just sit and laugh.

“I don’t know. Sammy probably still has you beat. And Josh does make a mean sourdough loaf. Oh, don’t even get me started on your mom’s cooking. An-”

“Ok, ok I get it. The Kiszka’s are amazing cooks. But come on, this is pretty great, huh?” He takes a seat next you you and plucks a strawberry out of the bowl you’d placed near where you were sitting and pops it into his mouth.

“You’re pretty great,” You respond, pulling a plate in front of you and loading it up with warm breakfast foods. ‘Now can we eat? I’m starving.”

Unfortunately, a big, beautiful, home cooked breakfast comes along with big, not so beautiful piles of dishes that have to get done before the pancake mix or syrup or egg remains dry on them and are impossible to get off. So, you and Jake crank your favorite classic rock playlist and get to work scrubbing and washing and drying and putting away. It’s a comfortable silence that the two of you work in and whenever your hand happens to brush his as you take a dish to dry or when he puts his hands on your hips to move behind you, the electric shocks that run through your body and get your heart pounding remind you of why you fell in love with him in the first place. He looks so perfect with everything he does, but in these little moments of domesticity, you can really see yourself spending the rest of your life with Jake, growing old and still standing next to each other to do the dishes. You can’t help the smile that warms your cheeks and Jake looks up with a puzzled look on his face. “What?” He asks, your infectious smile growing on his face as well.

“I just love you. That’s all,” You say, putting the last dish in the cupboard and closing the distance between you and Jake to give him a hug. He wraps his arms around you and rests his cheek on the top of your head, both of you with closed eyes, relishing in the warmth and safety of the moment. You pull away slowly and he runs his fingers up and down your back and then takes your hands in his, rubbing circles on the back of your palms. “I love you too.”

Shortly thereafter, you’ve wrapped up in a blanket on your couch with a book in your hands and a steaming cup of tea on the side table behind your head. Jake’s run off for the moment and you’ve become fully immersed in the plot of the latest cheesy thriller you found at a local bookstore. You figured out who the killer was as soon as the main detective described him as new to town but popular with the locals and you’re just waiting to figure out if they'll fall in love before she arrests him. A shadow suddenly comes over the page you’re on and you look up from your cocoon to find Jake standing in front of the couch, looking at the cushion that your legs are resting on.

“Can I help you?” You ask innocently, blinking up at him as a little half smile, your favorite, appears on his face.

“There seems to be something in my spot and I thought it would be kind to ask if you’d move it before I’m forced to squeeze in anyways,” He says gesturing with his guitar. He doesn’t really give you time to respond before lifting your feet anyways, sitting down and replacing them in one fluid movement.

“Sure Jake, go ahead,” You respond as he laughs, shifting around until you’re both comfortable, legs overlapping under the blanket and a calm quiet retakes the house. Jake begins strumming on his guitar, chords that you’ve heard him working on all week, trying to get them in the right order. They’re beautiful and definitely belong together, but he has yet to find how, and he begins humming under his breath to figure it out. He knits his brows together as he misses the chord the first time and then tries again and you watch the gears in his mind whirring; you can tell that he knows he’s close. 

Then he finds it. You’re on the second to last page of the chapter and had decided that you would distract Jake by offering a movie or asking to order take out if he didn’t work out the chords by the time you finished reading because he would work for days if you didn’t remind him to take a break, but the melody sings through your ears before you can even finish your sentence. “Jake, that’s it!” You exclaim, a look of pride on your face. He smiles up at you and nods.

“You think so?” He asks, strumming it again and paying close attention to how the notes blend together. “Yeah, I think you’re right, love.” He looks out the window and lets out a soft laugh. “And I think the rain finally stopped.” In the time that you spent tangled together on the couch, not only had the rain stopped, but the sun had set and a cool evening set it. “How about we get some dinner? I’m feeling Thai.”

“That sounds incredible,” You reply, your stomach growling loudly. “But only if you can do it right from this couch. While I put on a cheesy rom-com." You readjust into his arms and he holds you tight while you turn on a favorite of you both. Not a bad way to spend a rainy day.

[marinerainbow]

Ehem. Just dropping in to let Poppy know that before Poppy- Kingston never even thought if women apart from Rena. Not even in a 'I'd hit' kind of way, even during those 'non monogymous stages' Rena put them through. Even Ryan thinks that about some women he sees. King just wasn't interested.

This is for various reasons, some kinda sad, but the point I want Poppy to take in is the fact she was SO CUTE and so wonderful she catapulted King out of his slump and he w i l l tell her that XD

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Kingston... You mean to tell me that he really only wanted one gal?? He was the kind of guy who believed in soulmates or first loves?? Ok maybe not that extreme (unless?? 👀). But he was the kind of guy where literally nobody else mattered other than his S/O!? Wicked, you're killing me here!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

And... And Rena still cheated on him (before they worked out being open)?? She still left him behind!? Rena, I love you, but why!? 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

What other reasons are there that Kingston only focuses on his one gal? You said some are sad; are all those sad reasons because of Rena? Mr. And Mrs. Kangaroo don't seem like they struggled with their marriage... (wicked I swear if they had their own rough patches that shaped how Kingston views love, you owe me a new heart 😭😂).

And!!! For Poppy!! Ohhhh my god. She's got no idea how to handle this. This sounds like a plot to a romance film; how could little old, anxious, stays-at-home her have broken a man like KING out of his slump???

I'm just imagining King decides to bring this up randomly while they're cuddling on the couch, watching a nice movie, or reading together. Poppy laughs softly, very flattered but not really letting this information sink in, "Oh, King. You're too sweet to me." until Kingston tilts her head up so she can see the earnest love in his eyes, "No, darlin'. I'm serious. 'Yer the only other woman I've wanted. Ain't no one like 'ya."

And then Poppy stops, looks almost like a deer in headlights as she fully realizes the way he's holding her, how he's looking at her. And it hits her so hard that she's got someone who loves and treasures her THIS much. She has to look away and cover her face with her sweater or in his shoulder, feeling overwhelmed with this but so happy and loved, even if she has no idea how someone like her got a guy like King. And Kingston can't help but laugh and fall even harder for his adorable little lady, "King!" // "Haha, what, doll? I'm just tellin' the truth!" // *flustered, happy girlfriend noises* "I love you too!"

She loves him so much. He makes her feel like the luckiest gal in the world. She wants Kingston to know how happy he makes her and how this new information affects her heart ❤️

[intertexts]

thinking abt new haven wards cuddle pile.

[sunnibits]

we need to normalize borrowing your friends sweaters platonically. romantic couples can NOT be gatekeeping this shit fr.

[thewhimsyturtle]

Rainy days require towel snuggles! Now where are my snuggle snacks?

[lilidawnonthemoon]

[soulinkpoetry]

Rainy days…

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