#warm things

Chunky Crochet Long Scarf 🤍

Features textured stitches which creates a beautiful fabric that will keep you warm and snug. The macramé style fringe adds a unique finishing touch, stylish and fun to make as a beginner 🧶

[This technically takes place in the Compatible a/b/o ‘verse (with Alpha Steve and Omega Bucky and yes, that’s right, back on my pre-Heat nesting bullshit), but can absolutely be read as a standalone.]

‘soft things and soup’

 -for Dready-

* * *

Steve walks into the cozy closet, warm bowl in hand, closing the door behind him to keep the comfort of their combined scents from escaping. His heart melts when his mate’s head pops up adorably from under the mess of blankets and sheets and unwashed clothing.

“’lpha?” Bucky slurs, blinking his bleary eyes open.

Steve can’t stop the proud feelings blooming in his chest, nor does he want to. Bucky must be getting close; he only starts calling Steve ‘Alpha’ right before the Heat hits.

“Right here, sweetheart,” he soothes, crawling into the nest carefully so he doesn’t spill the contents of the bowl. “You’re going to eat some soup for me, okay?”

Bucky tips his nose into the air, and he looks exactly like a cat when he gives the aromas wafting off the bowl a quick sniff, judging it.

“Chicken noodle?” he asks, deciding the soup can be trusted enough to start crawling into Steve’s lap.

“Of course.”

Bucky settles his soft, naked body across Steve’s thighs, peering down into the bowl with a critical eye.

“Your ma’s recipe?”

Steve grins. “Yep, ‘cept for the better cuts of chicken. Only the best for my Omega.”

Bucky inspects the soup a little more. Steve wants to kiss him, but not yet. After he’s fed his mate.

“No celery?”

Steve dons a scandalized expression. “Never. What kind of monster do you think I am?”

The joke makes the corner of Bucky’s mouth tip upward. He relaxes, finally settling down into Steve’s lap.

“Here you go,” Steve murmurs, lifting a full spoon up to Bucky’s lips. He smiles when Bucky quickly slurps it up and closes his eyes to the comforting warmth.

“Mm. Thank you, Alpha.”

Steve helps Bucky finish his soup in companionable, sweet silence. Bucky might be close to his Heat, but Steve can also feel himself approaching his partnering rut as he basks in the smoldering satisfaction of taking care of his Omega. His cock is hardening in his boxer briefs, but he’ll ignore it. It’s not time—not yet.

Once the bowl is empty, Steve briefly leaves the nest—much to Bucky’s chagrin—to place the bowl out of the way on a shelf before climbing back in with all due haste. He grabs a comb on his way.

“Can I brush your hair, sweetheart?”

Bucky shakes his head and grabs for Steve as he reenters the bundle of blankets and soft things, and Steve immediately moves to lay on his side behind and hold him—but Bucky stops.

“No,” Bucky whines petulantly. Steve arches an eyebrow at him. “Later. And I wanna be the big spoon.”

Steve guffaws. He loves this point in the pre-Heat, when Bucky gets so possessive that he starts clinging to Steve like a monkey.

“Alright,” he grins. “You got it, doll.”

Steve turns to lay on his other side. Bucky wastes no time wrapping his needy limbs around Steve’s bulk. It’s comical, really, when Bucky does this; he’s so much smaller than his Alpha. His entire reach barely gets around Steve’s shoulders, and when he hooks his feet around Steve’s legs, they have to find purchase above his knees.

Bucky makes a happy sound once he’s satisfied with their new position. He promptly plants his face in the crook of Steve’s neck, nosed pressed to his scent glands.

“Better?” Steve asks.

Bucky hums, content.

“The best.”

 * * *

my hands were made for holding warm things: mugs of tea, bowls of soup, babies’ heads,  candles burning in jars, grilled cheese sandwiches, fistfuls of fleecy blankets, and your hands, and your face, and you. intertwine your fingers with mine; it’s what they were made to do.

please give this a ❤ if you'd like a small starter and a small RP tonight

Today in sims, part 2: James decided to adopt this little guy, a kitten named Burger. It quickly proved to be an absolutely beautiful choice. From having fun with the laser pointer to figuring out he’s afraid of the front door, he’s just so cute.

Later, James was exhausted. But who was there to express love to him (other than Ricardio)? The lovely kitten burger.

THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR THE BLESSINGS!♥♡♥♡♥♡

sorry for being late for these, i really want to reply to you guys sweeties ;u;;

those are so warm for me, and give me lots of encouragement in my struggle time, so really thank you!