#Warmer

[welldigger62]

Here comes a new month, marching right in 😂

I’m glad February is gone now. The month is already starting out warmer than normal. It makes me think about what to plant in the garden this year. So many choices 🤫

Happy March my tumblr friends 😃

[laurapalmerz]

twin peaks + fire walk with me, cr. david lynch + mark frost // the noises she makes in her bed, warmer

[fortheloveoffanfic]

Warmer

John Wick x Reader

Author's Note: One of a small handful of holiday-centric drabbles.

Masterlists

Warnings- hints at age gap

“I can’t believe you’ve never had hot cocoa,” Y/n scoffed, expression etched with disbelief as she regarded John, who was perched on a stool at the breakfast bar in her Manhattan apartment, “You’ve been around for like, fourty-” He offered her a pointed look and in response, she pressed her lips together, barely restraining a grin, “A while,” she eventually corrected.     

“I don’t know what to tell you, sweetheart,” he shrugged, absently fiddling with the edge of her decorative fruit bowl, “Its just…not the kind of thing I got growing up,” he face fell a little and he ducked his head to hide it- though Y/n saw anyway. “Then the Marines…..we’re more partial to coffee,” he chuckled dryly, attempting to lighten the mood, “After that it just felt like….” He shook a shoulder, “Kid stuff.”

Arching her brows, she sauntered over to the counter, leaning forward over the marble surface to reach for one of his hands. “Are you calling me a kid, Jonathan?” Her question carried an air of feigned seriousness but her fingers toying with his were enough to prove that she wasn’t actually upset.   

“I suspect that I should choose my next words carefully,” he moistened his lips, a glimmer dancing in his dark eyes.    

“You should,” Y/n warned lightly. After another moment of easy silence, they both snorted a brief fit of quiet laughter.

When they settled, Y/n bent her head and bought John’s hand to her lips, pressing a chaste, lingering kiss to his knuckles. She always felt the need to be gentle with his hands; they’d been through so much, it only made sense that someone take the time to offer them- like him- some tenderness and care. “I’m sorry I made fun of you,” her tone dropped, remorse finally seeping in; it wasn’t his fault that he’d never been afforded simple pleasures of the holiday season, like cocoa with marshmallows during winter or a Christmas tree.   

Or someone to spend the holidays with.

“Its okay,” John flashed her a faint smile, weaning his hands out of hers to hook his fingers under her chin. The rough pad of his thumb caressed her jaw and he added softly, “I know you didn’t mean anything by it.”   

“I didn’t,” Y/n confirmed, shifting her face to peck the inside of his wrist before pulling away altogether, returning to her saucepan on the stove. Giving the contents a gentle stir with a wooden spoon, she reached for the festive mugs she’d left nearby. “This should be cool enough,” she announced, lifting the pot off the stove before setting it down moments later on a pot holder and reaching for a ladle so she could fill up both mugs.

“So how do we do this?” John’s voice behind her coupled with his hands suddenly landing on her hips made her jump a little, and he chortled quietly. “Sorry,” he mumbled, bringing his lips to the top of her head. His face lingered there for a moment, nose buried in her hair, breathing the scent of her shampoo. 

It always amazed her; he was so big and imposing, yet so impressively quiet when he moved- Y/n supposed it came with his job description.     

“We do it," she giggled softly when his hands slid from her hips to her front, while he simultaneously stepped forward a bit, so her back would be flush against his chest. “Like this,” Y/n managed through her laughter, just after topping the mugs with whipped cream and a few mini marshmallows.     

“Try it,” she encouraged, turning in his tight embrace to offer John one of the mugs.   

“It looks sweet- like sugary,” he clarified, furrowing his brows a little before finally bringing the cup to his lips. At the initial taste, John- her back coffee, one sugar, whiskey neat man- hummed appreciatively. “Its good, actually,” he sounded weary, as if the thought liking cocoa was a threat to his reputation as a big, bad assassin who could punch his way through any situation that called for it.     

He squinted his eyes a little when she put her hands over her lips, stifling a small laugh, “What?” 

“You’ve got a little…..” She reached up, using her pointer to swipe some whipped cream off the top of his nose, subsequently popping her finger into her mouth.   

“See why I’ve never done this?” He joked, setting the mug down on the counter once more as she leaned against the edge.   

Y/n snorted, “Cause you hate whipped cream?”    

John huffed, smile softening, “Cute, but no,” with his hands now free, he reached for hers, lifting them a little between them, “Because I’ve never had someone to share it with.”   

Her cheeks warmed up and not knowing how else to respond, Y/n tilted her head slightly and regarded him with a fondness that was reserved only for John, “I think you might be sweeter than the cocoa.”    

A soft sound- like a hum contained low in his throat- was John’s immediate response. Though, after a moment, he let her hands go in favor of wrapping his arms around her in a hug, something that was a little unconventional with John; in their time together, he’d started becoming more acquainted with physical affection-with the idea that his body could do something more than inflict pain- but conventional hugs were still a rarity. Y/n got the sense that they must have made him feel too vulnerable, and while she did enjoy being close to him, she loved him more than enough to respect his boundaries and the pace he wanted to go at

She also appreciated the moments where he trusted her enough to initiate one. 

Slightly, John lifted her off the ground, just as her arms tightened affectionately around his neck. His salt and pepper beard ticked the side of her face, and she smiled while nuzzling closer, just as he whispered; “I think you’re warmer.” 

[itssoh]

The warmth of the heart is warmer than the coldness of this world.

–Prem Rawat

[the-starry-lycan]

Long-ago subnautica drawing.. this sort of depicts what happens before curing the planet, then after curing the planet.

Warpers become harmless and they just float around being cute little things.. I typoed writing it as "Warmer" once, and the joke stuck that Warpers become Warmers after eradicating Kharaa.

Not infected? They'll warm your tea :3

[picsfortheday]

[innexiasmarthome]

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[moznohayanie]

待って…落ち着けわし。 深呼吸してから…スーーーーーっ ＼めっっっちゃ入荷して 　　　ますーーー 　　　　　っ！！！！！！／

ちょっとシーズンオフ感あるけど、数年前から人気商品なのね、知らなかった。ちいさなまきストーブ、かわいいうえに料理や飲み物も保温できる優れものです💕

[caveandmineadventures]

If your bag is not designed to endure the anticipated nighttime cold, learning how to make a sleeping bag warmer can be helpful. There are many things you can do to the sleeping bag and to yourself to at least keep yourself warm at night. Any of the aforementioned suggestions can help you stay warm at night, regardless of how old or low-quality the bag is.

[reshadowofmyself]

Say everything You want to me Cause I'm going somewhere And you're not coming

A better mouse trap A tighter spring Cause I'm going crazy And you're not coming

I'll protect you from my demons I'll cure their poisonous sting But I can't deny I'm beyond fixing

[welldigger62]

Yes, it’s Wednesday the 27th and it’s going to be like this all day here in mid Michigan.

I stopped at the local lumber place and found some paint colors that closely match what’s going on here. I guess this is better than a foot of snow but this warm winter so far doesn’t seem natural

[snazzystarlight]

This bookmark came out nice! This is “Don’t You Worry Love” by Warmer as I see it because of synesthesia, a condition that impacts sensory input and can cause music to me see as well as heard!

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[pit--rat]

Is there a game with a better soundtrack than the cat lady?

[armandgender]

it's so hard to do anything in the summer bc it's so hot like i genuinely can't focus on anything and also i can't eat hot food or be under a big blanket... what is even the point

[adtothebone]

I just tried the freezer trick the Kirkland’s ladies told me about for a mess-free way to get old wax melt out of the warmer dish. From room temp to 15 min in the freezer and out it pops! A customer there also told me of a cotton-ball method, but I’ll keep that one for Plan B.