#winter and warmth

[mp100ficrec]

Winter and Warmth by wrendigo

Fic can be read HERE.

Trans Teru, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship. Completed. Rated: G. Word Count: 2472

Pairings: Hanazawa Teruki/Kageyama ‘Mob’ Shigeo

Trigger Warnings: None

“The black haired boy carefully steps around their mess on the floor to grab his futon and roll it out methodically, fluffing the corners and straightening to turn back to Teru. “Want me to massage it for you?”

Teru blanches. Heat rises to burn his cheeks a deep red. “Huh?” He sputters.

“I can massage it for you, if you want.” Shigeo repeats, cocking his head a little. “I’ve seen Shishou do plenty of them at the office. I don’t think I’ll be very good but I can give it a try. We don’t have to, though.” He looks a little unsure of himself then, looking down at his hands as he rings them together.

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aka Terus back hurt and Mob tries one of reigens skills :)”

[arinmoss]

Mr. Elliott Stardew Valley once again U_U

[academic-vampire]

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖒𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖔𝖋 𝖍𝖔𝖒𝖊. 🍪🧣🕯️☕️🌲🛷🧦

[priestblaster]

there's something so funny about the people who claim that butch femme dynamics are heteronormative like chat is it heteronormative to be homosexually attracted to women who break the gender norms and barriers ?? "why be with a woman who looks like a man when you could just go be with a man" CHAT IS IT HETERONORMATIVE TO BE A LESBIAN ??

[intertexts]

what did u expect from me!

[cozy-brew]

I miss winter vibes

Source

[chucapybara]

zzz sleepy thoughts

laying in bed with your fave. it's a cold night as the inevitable chill of low temps season washes over you and your beloved. there's a blanket at the foot of the bed, of course, but what reason did you have to use it when you had someone else to share warmth with?

you tend to get cold at the extremities faster than others, and you've always struggled to find a way to restore feeling to the numbed nerves. on nights like these, there's one simple solution.

you slip your hand under your darling's nightclothes, humming softly as the warmth of their skin soothes at your touch, banishing the chill. your love stirs some from a half-doze, nuzzling deeper into your hair and breathing deeply, your eyes catching the way her chest rises and falls with contentment—the same fuzzy feeling filling cotton in every inch of your drowsy head.

you take her little imperceptible groan of delight as invitation, and settle your freezing palms on a nice, comfortable spot along the curve of your lover's back, your thighs curling around hers as twining vines ought to do. and you know, simple as it is, that your sleep won't be quite as sniffly tonight—and neither will your mornings be, either.

[pulsingvoid]

not negating anybody's experience i know black sails is outstanding regardless of how or when or how quickly you watch it. but also, as a gay person who watched it in real time, you really had to be there. they introduce anne bonny and you know your pirate history so you KNOW she's a girlliker. she has a moment with max but youre not sure where it's gonna go. because it's 2014. you wait over a year for 2x01 and she and max fucking obliterate you with the sword drop kiss scene. all anybody is talking about in the tags is vaneeleanor. a few weeks later 2.05 drops and flint is not only textually gay and kissing a man but he is waging war on england, on all of civilization for taking away his male lover. you find this out after investing fourteen hours on this show that have spanned over a year and a half in your real life. not to mention the miranda stuff and silver's arc and mr scott and madi and the death march that seasons 3 and 4 feel like when you have no inkling of how it's gonna end. but you stick with it regardless because it's good and besides it's 2014-2017 and the only genre show with gay people in it is fucking... the 100? lol anyway. more gay people flock to black sails between seasons and the tag becomes more about the gay shit than vaneeleanor, thank fucking god, finally. you all dread the last season. you brace yourselves for the worst. you thank the stars this show airs weekly because watching even just two episodes together is too overwhelming. 4.08 airs. you cry. 4.09 airs. you cry. 4.10 airs. your life will never be the same. you cry so hard you catch a fever and have to stay in bed all week to recuperate. you know this was a once in a lifetime experience never to be repeated again but you can't help but hold every other show to this impossible standard.

[charmingfiresidetreasures]

[tothegirlwiththemousyhair]

Intertwined, sewn together

♡︎

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Reader is a bit scared Bucky will get bored of the pattern they're settling into, even though they desperately crave the security of it.

Bucky turns out to be sharing that same desperate desire for stability.

Themes: Fluff, Comfort, Pre-established relationship, slight angst, brief mention of suggestive themes, adorable asf couple

Word count: 865

Notes: Can be read as any of Buck's eras post being the winter soldier!

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You and Bucky have been living together for a while now. The two of you may not always be at home, Bucky being busy with his missions and you being busy with your own tasks, but you do spend a lot of time with each other. The first thing you both see in the morning is eachother and so is the last thing at night. Bucky sees you when you’ve just woken up, when you’re so desperate for sleep that you can barely form a sentence, when you’re hungry and waiting for the last-minute lunch you’ve ordered to arrive, when you’ve stepped out of a shower wrapped in a towel and too cold to step out of the bathroom into your bedroom. He sees you when you are at your happiest, when your misery brings in sobs that go on for so long your eyes begin to feel like raisins, and when you’re tangled in sheets, the moans escaping you before you can think to trap them in your mouth.

Your sharing a home together caused a somewhat routine to be formed. Waking up together, having your shared idea of ‘breakfast’, beginning to get dressed and dealing with your respective errands, or just having a slow day or going out if you have a shared day off. Most people would begin to be upset by their relationship having a routine, being the same. 

Most people.

But you and Bucky are not ‘most people’.

At the start, when the two of you had just started actually living together (you already spent most of your time at each other's homes), you could feel the routine begin to form and it scared you a little bit. It scared you because it suggested that maybe Bucky would behave like all those immature men who sought out more risk, infidelity, and bad company to combat the fact that their home is unchanging. Men who cannot appreciate the fact that having a stable environment to return to at the end of the day is one of the biggest privileges that are simply not noticed enough.

Bucky is not one of those men. From the moment that routine had begun to form, James ‘Buchanan’ Barnes became far more happy. As someone who had been traumatised, tortured, and forced to murder brutally, coming back home to a pair of loving arms is more than he could ever ask for. Especially yours. The shared warmth the two of you have, falling asleep next to you, the privilege of seeing you as you are and being infatuated with the way you look in any state, the vulnerability of being as you are with each other and still being head-over-heels in love.

Of course this isn’t to say that your relationship is boring, far from it. The two of you experiment all of the time; new activities, places, vacation spots, meals, cafes, ways of expressing your unending affection towards each other, bedroom activities ;), etc. For example if one of you is very busy and won’t be around the house they leave cute notes for the other to read. Your shared favourite is definitely randomly crawling into the other’s arms with random bouts of affection.

One morning, about a month into living with each other, the two of you were laying in bed. It was fairly early in the morning and wind slipped into the room, along with tiny kisses from the sun landing on both of your forms. You were both wrapped up in sheets facing each other, limbs still intertwined from the cuddles Bucky had pulled you into the night before with the exception of his hands finally splitting from your back and waist to toy with your hair. The conversation you had feared having slipped out of you naturally, as your body forgot what anxiety had ever felt like. “Will you get bored of me, Bucky? Seeing my face all the time, spending so much time with me?” His face falls into a brief state of confusion “You know I could never get bored of your face or spending time with you, what are you talking about, doll?” 

“I mean, will you get bored of us sharing a routine, spending our days with each other?” The hesitance on your face is as telling as it possibly could be, that he’ll agree with the idea that you’ll eventually bore him. “How could I ever be bored of that? Of starting and ending everyday with you? Of coming home to someone and feeling, for the first time in as long as I can even remember, genuinely secure with someone? How can I get bored of that blessing, doll?” he pauses for a moment and the hesitance that remains on your face nudges him to continue, “Your arms feel like home, darling, and I haven’t had a home in ages, I could never get bored of you.” 

You slip into the crook of his neck, wrapping your arms around his waist, giving him a small kiss on his neck, relieved that he also feels like home around you, that he feels the same warmth as you do when he’s holding you. The same feeling of absolute safety.

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thanks for reading <33

I think I'm definitely participating in flufftober. If you have a request feel free to send it in!

(Title is from 'not a lot, just forever' by Adrianne Lenker. Felt very fitting for this fic.)

[pitruli]

It’s been a while, but finally drew my frozen watcher grian again!

I’m still working on making a fun plot that works for the character (it’s like, more than 50% non canon compliant haha), but it’s gonn be fucking epic, and angsty (i hope haha)

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

Sollux: you’re iin hii2 dm2, iim iin hii2 bed

Karkat: I AM ALSO IN HIS BED

Dave: cozy as hell in here

John: please get out of my bed

[bigcatbulges]

Source - bluecard916

(Artist's Pixiv)

[academic-vampire]

𝔏𝔢𝔱’𝔰 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔬𝔲𝔱𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔶 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔪 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔡.

[nobeerreviews]

Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories.

-- Deborah Kerr

(Längenfeld, Austria)

[cozy-brew]

cozy winter cottage :)

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