#rainy day cuddles

[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.

[yeesiine]

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

[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.

[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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[thewhimsyturtle]

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

[adamsrcnan]

Jeremy organising a puppy therapy session for all the trojans bc keeping team spirits up outside of exy is important ! and also puppies are cute. Jean is reluctant to go of course but Jeremy asked nicely and lowkey threatened to cancel all team practice for a week, so he kind of has to go. They get to the puppy room and all the trojans run in cooing loudly and excessively at all the puppies. Laila is grinning like a fool somehow already carrying like 5 puppies in her arms at once.

Jeremy gets a little distracted by all the cute chaos surrounding him he doesn't notice Jean has moved away from the group into a corner. He turns around searching ready to try coax Jean into joining the ever growing pile of puppies and trojans scrambling over each other in the middle of the room. He stops short when he catches sight of Jean sitting cross legged on the floor his hand out stretched to a beautiful chocolate lab that's cautiously sniffing his hand. It bumps it's little nose against Jean's fingers before slowly climbing into his lap.

Both the puppy and Jean are staring at each other like they're communicating in some secret language. Jeremy wonders what Jean sees when looking at the little pup in his lap. Jean gently scratches the puppy's head and behind it's ears, the corners of his mouth lifting into a soft smile as the puppy closes it's eyes basking in Jean's touch. Jeremy's heart swells watching this insanely adorable interaction, proud of himself for making it happen.

More puppies start to notice Jean in the corner and start breaking off to go zooming towards him. One bumps it's little head against his knee and Jeremy watches, his own smile growing, as Jean scoops the pupper off the floor and gently rubs it's head where it hit his knee. Jeans lips are just barely moving as he softly whispers something in french to the little ball of fur, before placing it onto his thigh and rubbing its back. Jeremy doesn't know what he said but he definitely knows it's a stark contrast to how he scoffs at his team mates fumbling on the court at practice.

Soon Jean is surrounded by puppies and smiling and laughing softly at all his new little friends. Jeremy finally gets a grip and makes his way over to Jean and the puppies. They get excited wagging their tails and bumping into his ankles as he approaches. They swarm over him as soon as he takes a seat. He's busy cooing over the puppies and when he glances back up at Jean, Jean is once again softly petting the little chocolate lab who has now fallen asleep in his lap. Jeremy hesitates before asking "Not so bad hey?" trying to ignore the fluttering in his chest when Jean shyly looks at him, a smile still on his face, and softly says "No, not at all."

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

gratitude list time I'll go first

[leafannarchive]

every day i wake up happy in this world where dream is loved and he’s with his friends and we may not get to see all the content but what we do see i thoroughly enjoy and i know that all the bitches i hated that left the fandom don’t get to experience this joy after all that we went through in the trenches and i think to myself maybe. maybe karma is on my side.

[peachestoon2016]

Staying in and cuddling

Warmly snuggle with me, because today we both just want to feel safe, fuzzy, and connected. Let us put a dim light in our silent room when it rains. Curl up under the sheets in our pajamas. Cradle me tenderly, whisper sweet nothings when I mumble incoherent words, while sleepily nuzzling your chest, feeling your smile. I'll reach for your hand and tightly hold it to me, because this right here, is a greatest treasure I'll do everything for.

~physical touch

[writingwhimsey]

Heyyyy!!

Congratulations for the followers milestone!!

If the asks are still open, can I ask for a 'cuddles during a rainy day' trope with Kenshin? (Its not in your list but I thought it'd be cute♥) A fluff or comfort fic would be nice but you can make it you want. Thanks in advance!

Thank you for the request and I am sorry for taking so long to get to this. I hope it was worth the wait and that you enjoy it!

Lazy Day

Kenshin sat in a council meeting, a rather disgruntled expression on his face. Sasuke and the warlords of Kasugayama Castle had noticed that he had been even more stabby than usual… a term Sasuke had used to point out his lord’s foul mood.

After the council had finished, most of the men cleared out. Shingen, Sasuke, Yukimura, Yoshimoto, and Kanetsugu remained. “What is it?” Kenshin asked, glaring at all of them. “Are you all finally wanting a good battle?”

“No, no. Don’t even think of reaching for that blade.” Shingen replied.

“Though it is a beautiful blade.” Yoshimoto remarked. “It really is a work of art.”

“We’ve noticed that you…well you haven’t been very happy here recently, Lord Kenshin.” Sasuke pointed out.

“You’ve been lashing out more than usual.” Yukimura agreed.

“Is there perhaps something going on with you and our lovely goddess?” Shingen asked.

Kenshin glared. “MY goddess.” He corrected. 

Shingen just smiled unaffected. “So it is something to do with her.”

“You know, I thought your foul moods would ease up once you two got together.” Yukimura quipped.

“There has been a significant decrease in KU’s since they got together.” Sasuke stated. “Though they have started to increase once again, which makes me believe that there is something up.”

“It’s nothing.” Kenshin said.

“There is something troubling the princess?” Yoshimoto asked, eyeing Kenshin. For someone who could seem so lackadaisical, Yoshimoto could be quite observant.

Kenshin sighed. “I can’t fight the sky.”

All of the men looked at him, dumbfounded for a moment. Shingen was then fighting off a chuckle as he looked at Kenshin. He however couldn’t keep the amused smile from his face. “Are you saying the princess has been feeling down because of the rain we’ve been having?”

“Yes, dammit and I can’t make it stop raining.” Kenshin replied. “She’s been wanting to go out for several days now, but the rain prevents it. If I could fight the heavens to make her happy, I would.”

“Wow…I can’t believe you got that out of him or even understood what he meant in the first place.” Yukimura said, looking at Shingen.

“You are a useful Kenshin translator.” Sasuke agreed.

“If anyone could make the heavens bend to their will it would be you, Lord Kenshin.” Kanetsugu spoke up.

“Don’t give him any ideas.” Sasuke said, just imagining having to pull Kenshin back from trying to stab a cloud or fight a lightning bolt.

“I think the solution is simple.” Shingen said. “You can’t go out, so just make some time for the two of you to spend together inside.”

“You know, in our original time,” Sasuke spoke up, “rainy days are perfect for doing nothing.”

“Your suggestion makes no sense, Sasuke,” Kenshin replied, pulling out his sword and holding it to his ninja’s throat.

Sasuke sighed. “That’s the third KU of the day.” He muttered before meeting his lord’s gaze. “What I am trying to say is, in our time, people will spend a lazy day together when it rains. Don’t get out of your night clothes. Maybe read…couples might…cuddle.”

“A lazy day?” Kenshin asked.

“Yes, a lazy day.” Sasuke replied.

Kenshin seemed to debate for a moment, enjoying the idea of spending the day with his love…he especially liked the idea of cuddling her all day. He sheathed his sword. “Alright, we’ll try this plan of yours.”

“I will take care of everything so you don’t have to worry about anything other than spending time with the princess.” Kanetsugu told his lord.

“Good.” Kenshin replied, his mood already seemingly improved.

The next day…

The Oda Princess groaned as wakefulness came to her and she could hear the sound of rain pattering outside once again. “Ugh…”

Kenshin’s warm lips brushed against her forehead. “What’s the matter?” He asked.

“It’s raining again.” She answered him, frowning slightly as she opened her eyes to see his handsome face.

Kenshin lifted his hand to caress her cheek gently. “I wish I could make the rain stop…”

“But you can’t so don’t try and fight the sky.” She said, a smile coming to her face at the thought.

Kenshin chuckled. “Alright…but my schedule is clear for the day. Sasuke suggested we could spend a lazy day together since it is raining.”

“A lazy day?”  She mused. “That does sound nice.”

Kenshin smiled as he pulled her closer and kissed her gently on the lips. “I hope you’re prepared to not leave my arms today.”

“What do you mean?” She asked.

“Sasuke mentioned that in your time, couples will use a rainy day as an excuse to cuddle all day.” Kenshin answered. 

The princess smiled. “That does sound nice.”

The maids were coming in to bring them breakfast then. The princess’s cheeks reddened at being seen by the maids cuddling Kenshin, but Kenshin felt no such shame. In fact his embrace only tightened, The maids bowed, smiles on their faces as they left.

“We should eat the food while it’s hot.” Kenshin said. “I had the cooks prepare all of your favorites.”

The princess smiled. “Thank you, Kenshin.”

The pair were crawling out of bed and going to sit down in front of their trays. When his lover went to sit beside him, Kenshin pulled her into his lap. “I told you, you are staying in my arms all day.”

She smiled, her cheeks reddening, but she was happy none the less. “Well…I do like the sound of that.”

The lovers ate their breakfast together, feeding each other and sharing kisses and the warm embrace. Afterwards they moved to the covered porch off of their room, Kenshin bringing a blanket and wrapping them up together.

The princess snuggled up with Kenshin as they sat watching the rain. “Hmm, this is the perfect way to  spend the day.” She said. “I wish we could spend every rainy day like this.”

Kenshin kissed her cheek. “Whatever it takes to make you happy.” He said. “And keeping you in the cage of my arms is the perfect way to spend any day to me.”

She nuzzled into his chest. “I love you, Kenshin.”

“I love you, too.” Kenshin replied, pulling her close to share a deep kiss, pouring all of his love for her into the kiss. It was a simple and lazy day spent together, but it was the perfect way to spend it. Kenshin couldn’t imagine being happier. Never had he imagined that he would find doing nothing all day could be so fulfilling.

[ithinkiamindividual2]

[peaches2217]

I keep promising I’ll stop and I promise I will soon! Just… not having a great time right now and venting helps a bit. Forgive me. 😅

This is incredibly uncomfortable. I’m sitting atop some Judas’ cradle formed from equal parts depression and general sadness; the depression part keeps me just numb enough to make physical movement, never mind productivity as a whole, a struggle, but the sadness is potent enough that, instead of feeling numb, I feel… well, I feel, and I can’t do a damn thing about it. My body and internal thought processes are exhausted but the portion of my brain that registers and experiences raw and potent emotion isn’t. I’ll take my normal depressive episodes any day over whatever the hell this is.

The question is, do I combat it with heart-melting fluff, give into the creative potential for angst, or distract myself with down and dirty smut? I can’t actually write any of it right now (I spent three hours trying to write and churned out a grand total of half a sentence), but for now I can vividly imagine, and when the rest of my brain decides to cooperate I can have more writing material.

[thewhimsyturtle]

Don't let the grey winter rain get you down, lap tortoise is here to GRUMP away the gloom! ❄️☁️😤🐢🤗

[weebyandpeachy]

Rainy days are great for cuddling, giving head and loud sex.

[ctrsara]

Let it Storm

It's a time of the year for MJ, and Peter has been gone nearly all week. Late-night, poor-reception phone calls are not doing the trick. He does his best to offer some comfort from afar.

Part of my @comfortember 2023 series, and probably set in the same universe as The Comforts of Home (in this same series) but set earlier in that timeline.

This story is a gift for @yes-i-am-happyaspie - You deserve all the comfort on your own "stormy days, friend!" <3

2023 Prompts: @comfortember 11 - Comfort Show/Movie, 14 - Late Night Phone Calls, 15 - Plushies, 18 - Cuddles, 25 - Rain. @flufftober : 8: Rainy Day 24: Melting Emoji Cozytober: The sound of rain, movies on a chilly day