#(eat soup cuddle a warm body go for a walk in the snow)

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I’ll never understand the Christians that aren’t big into environmentalism, conservation, and just plain ‘living deliciously’ like … what even is the point of believing God Created This World And It Was Good 🤗 ? This world IS good! It IS beautiful! Stop tearing up biodiverse grasslands just to build another Walmart! ‘Men were given dominion over the earth’ like holy fucking shit, learn to appreciate the infinitely rare miracle it is to have clean water just… ✨available✨ and take care of that gift.

We have bodies that have taste buds and erogenous zones and imaginations, and yet somehow they’ve gone and created entire fucking societies built on this idea that Pleasure is a Sin and ~Suffering Is The Point~ what the fuck? If God created you then everything about you was by design. If God creates this world and called it good, then that includes you. That includes sand barrens. That includes artesian wells and swamps and orgasms and butter. The whole point should be to live and experience the fullness of a world that God Created For Us.

I do not understand how this is heretical. This IS a hill I will die on.

[un-beel-lievable]

Brothers:🔥 or ❄️?

All about temperature. Favorite seasons? What they like to sleep in? Who in the house is a furnace and which boys are popsicles? From the events it does seem like the Devildom has different seasons, just no sun? Idk I feel like it’s mostly hot but for a few weeks out of the year it’ll get cooler. So in this headcanon it snows sue me

Lucifer:

Lucifer is sort of in the middle on the body heat scale

He can sometimes feel on the warm side, mostly due to the fact that he wears gloves, a vest, and a goddamn fur cape all day

However, on rare occasions where he isn’t layered in clothing his skin is actually cool to the touch.

Especially his bare chest, which is good for hot nights cuddling in bed

Lucifer is the type wear a silk pajama set that’s smooth and cooling on his skin but then have a giant heavy comforter

You cuddle to keep HIM warm at night

Is nice to get a head rub or shoulder rub from since his hands are on the cooler side

Although the Devildom doesn’t really get to experience the joys of having regular full seasons much like here in Florida, he enjoys the Devildom’s equivalent of Autumn

Cool days and cold nights

He enjoys having the fireplace going in his office or in his room not only for aesthetics but just for a little extra coziness

Mammon:

This boy runs HOT

Nice warm skin

During the day his clothes don’t bother him so much. His jacket is suspiciously lightweight (I’m convinced he buys fake designer clothes when he’s strapped for cash)

But his RAD uniform is heavy so he always has the sleeves rolled up and the shirt untucked with the collar open

At night he likes to sleep in as little clothing as possible. He doesn’t need long pants and sleeves sticking to him all night

If he’s alone, he’ll definitely be naked but if you’re bunking with him a t shirt and boxers should suffice

He is nice to cuddle with

He is a summer boy!

He loves the sun and sand and loves to go to Diavolo’s private beach

He hates being cooped up in the drafty House Of Lamentation

Plus he gets to see you in a swimsuit so

Levi:

Reptile boy

Cold blooded

Skin like ice

Save him

Hold him

His hands are always cold from typing and gaming (idk why maybe I have bad circulation but anytime I use my hands extensively they always get so cold they hurt...am I dying?)

Levi doesn’t mind it being super cold in his room

He sleeps in a bathtub- I can’t imagine that’s particularly warm

He just wears a t shirt and sweats to bed

Levi doesn’t often think about how cold or warm he is. It’s not something he notices until someone points it out

“Levi your room is FREEZING!”

“...oh, huh...I guess”

Levi doesn’t leave his room and hates pretty much all weather. But he doesn’t mind a good snow day every once in a while. Playing and making snowdevils

Satan:

Runs slightly warm?

Very comfortable average temperature

The guy that doesn’t mind wearing a jacket in the summer

He considers his comfort more than what the weather is like

His favorite type of weather is when it’s warm during the day but cooler later on

He likes to go for a stroll in the park on a cool, clear night

His room can be a little stuffy sometimes due to all the insulation from all the gotdam books

He sleeps with a light blanket

But wears pajama sets

If it’s laundry day you’ll see him in a hoodie and jeans and at night a loose long sleeve shirt and pajama pants

He likes how warm your human body is and loves to cuddle you

Asmo:

He tends to run on the cooler side

Doesn’t mind the heat or the cold

He has cute outfits for ALL climates!

Cool spring nights are good for trips the hot springs

Winter is good for saunas (plus they’re both great for sweating out toxins and circulation to keep your skin glowing!)

His room is always a maintained temperature of 71 degrees farenheit and keeps a humidifier on bc skin care

He too enjoys wearing cute pajama sets to bed

Lavish silk sheets that are cool to the touch

Definitely isn’t opposed to sleeping au natural, of course

Will use the excuse that he’s cold to get cuddles from you

He ain’t slick

Beel:

Fire

The boy is a walking furnace

He doesn’t necessarily get hot however

Like Levi he doesn’t spend a lot of time thinking about temperature

He’s usually too preoccupied with food

Speaking of food!

He loves when it gets cold out and he gets to eat soups and stews

And in summer he loves his frozen treats

A solidly spring weather type of guy

Likes when it’s warm but with a light cool breeze

Sleeps in just boxers and isn’t shy about it. Sweatpants when the cold creeps into the house

Sleeping with him is great...for five minutes. He’s the guy you go to bed cuddling but halfway throught the night you wake up sweating and you’re like I love you but you need to get off me

However, if Belphie decides to sleep in his own bed and not some random corner of the house or the attic it’s not so bad since Belph feezes their shared room out much to the benefit of anyone seeking cuddles with Beelie

Belphie:

Runs warm but not as warm as Mammon or Beel

Notorious for his love of loose long sleeve shirts and pajama pants

Has an impressive collection of different types of blankets for all types of weather

Big fleece ones

Thin knit ones

Weighted ones

Electric ones

Loves to turn the temperature in his room down to freezing and cuddle up with his blankets

Especially since it makes cuddling with you more comfortable

Like Levi, doesn’t leave the house much but he likes cold, rainy days, they help him sleep

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

This headcanon request is for the Pyroxene Trio and the Leech Twins caring for an S/O who is weak to cold weather 🌨 I hope you are handling the chilly season well Raven ❄️

My feathers are freezing...

HAHA WHOOPS I MISREAD PYROXENE AS POMEFIORE... Y-You can read the Jack headcanons for this prompt here. Cater’s can be found here! I apologize for the mix-up!

Curiouser and Curiouser...

First thing’s first, Vil will make sure you’re all bundled up! He has a keen eye for fashion, so he’ll help you find something that suits your tastes and keeps you warm (without adding so many layers that it gives the illusion that you’re all puffed up like a marshmallow).

Vil’s all for accessories; adding a scarf and earmuffs to your ensemble ties your outfit together while covering up spots that would otherwise be exposed to the cold. He actually wears a scarf and earmuffs just like yours--so you match!

When you’re visiting Vil in Pomefiore, you often find yourself still shivering--which leads to him lending you spare sweaters and jackets. You tend to accidentally leave while still wearing his clothes (they’re just so cozy!), but hey! That just means you have another excuse to meet up with your boyfriend again soon, right?

He doesn’t want your poor skin getting dry, cracking, and bleeding from harsh windchill, so he brews up custom-made lotion and lip balm for you to use. How will he know you’ve been consistently applying them? Simple--he’ll hold your hands and kiss you himself to see how soft they are~

Rook suggests exercising to work up a sweat and to chase off the cold! He’ll even join you for your winter activity of choice! How about a snowball fight, ice skating, or snow shoeing? Just be careful to not run, or you might trip and fall (though he’d be more than happy to help you back up)!

If your fingers are frozen, leave it to Rook to warm them up for you! He’ll lovingly grasp your hands in his and bring them to his lips to thaw them with gentle kisses and puffs of his breath.

He’s not a master chef by any means, but he tries to whip up simple comforting campfire recipes for you, be it a rich stew of wild game and winter roots or ooey gooey s’mores! Rook watches you eat with a dream look on his face, chuckling when you get strings of marshmallow or traces of chocolate on your fingers.

Rook finds every excuse under the sun to cuddle with you! He’s a big proponent of keeping warm by sharing body warmth, so he’s pretty much always hugging or snuggling you! It’s strange, but it seems like even his lips are hot--you swear that you skin singes when he peppers kisses all over your face.

Epel has lots of blankets, and he’d be more than happy to share. Each of them has a story to tell (this quilt was hand stitched by his ma, this one was passed down from his grandparents, and this one is a frost blanket for apple trees!). He points to each one in turn and fondly recalls memories attached to each.

You’ll nestle under the comforters together and whisper to each other all about the various holiday traditions and mishaps you’ve had. You have his undivided attention--and, seeing him up close like this, you can really appreciate just how pretty he is. His large eyes sparkle and his cheeks flush with fondness as he listens to you recount a tale.

He’ll prepare a mug of hot apple cider for you, spiced to perfection with some cinnamon and nutmeg. It feels nice going down, and warms you up from the inside out.

Once your mug is drained, your eyelids start to feel heavy--and so do Epel’s. He murmurs sweet nothings to you as you both slowly drift off to sleep, heads resting against one another.

Jade’s quite resilient to the cold, so if he notices that you’re having a hard time enduring the weather, he has no qualms with offering you his blazer. If you’re in a private setting, he doesn’t mind lending you his other articles of clothing either--why, you just look so cute in his oversized jacket, fufufu.

He’ll also keep an arm around your shoulder and keep you close to him at all times! Not only does it keep you warm, but he gets to view your flustered expression all the while.

It’s in Jade’s nature to constantly tease you, but when winter rolls around, you’re almost thankful that for his playful flirtations. Your face just heats up whenever he leans into your ear to whisper something, or he teases you about how darling you look--and that pretty much keeps you warm for a good few hours.

What would you care to drink? Tea, coffee, hot chocolate, soup... Jade can prepare the warm beverage of your choice, and exactly to your tastes. If you’d like, he can serve it with a plate of freshly made cookies as well, each one iced and festive.

Like his twin, Floyd’s not all that bothered by the cold weather. He just strolls with you to class without so much as a light coat on. Of course, he takes notice of your small, shivering figure right away and asks you what’s wrong. (The first few times this happened, Floyd tried to help by draping himself on you--and while that did keep you warm, it also just made it hard to walk!)

Since then, he has cycled through a variety of different methods, including grabbing you and sprinting toward the nearest school building as fast as he can, and stripping off his blazer and setting it on fire. Rarely do these ever work, but they certainly get your adrenaline pumping and your cheeks flushed from laughter.

He’ll make you something nice to keep you warm! ... And by “something nice”, I mean Floyd will hand you a cup of warm milk and ask you to guess what weird syrup flavors he mixed into it! Some days, you get lucky with standard strawberry or chocolate, but other times he’ll stuff mint, butterscotch, raspberry, and licorice in all at once!

Of course, Floyd will give you lots and lots of hugs, both in public and in private, to keep you warm! He doesn’t really care who sees (better that the other fish understand what’s his now rather than later)--in fact, if other people are staring, it makes him just wanna cuddle you harder and nuzzle his cheek against yours!

[caffeinatedbraincell]

So you asked about prompts? ;D What about Joe/Nicky + any team member cuddling for warmth? Or something about all of them sharing clothes? Huge bonus if Lykon is still part of the Guard ❤️❤️❤️

Thank you anon for the ask!! 💕 This took forever but here it is~

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“Whose idea was this, again?” Joe complained, readjusting the weight of the front half of the giant plastic evergreen. He was sweating and freezing at the same time, which was decidedly one of his least favorite feelings ever.

“Yeah, I wonder,” Quynh seconded from behind him, throwing Andy a dirty look.

Andy sauntered hands-free in front of them, talking animatedly with Nicky and Lykon as they walked. The three of them clearly loved the snow, though Joe doubted they would be having even half as much fun if they had to carry the tree.

Quynh spat out some plastic pine needles. “Andromache! It’s your turn to carry this, come here!”

“Pleeease babe, we’re almost home!”

“Yeah,” Nicky interjected. “Besides, we have to carry the presents!” He waved the small, sparkly gift bag at them before pointedly turning back around.

Joe muttered something in Arabic about lazy spouses with nice asses, and Quynh cackled.

“Alright, alright,” Lykon interjected, jumping in front to get everyone’s attention. “Booker just texted me that he’s managed to get Nile out of the house under the pretext of, and I quote, ‘the snowball duel of the century.’ They’re going to the mountain pass, so we have two hours to get set up.”

“Perfetto,” Nicky said. “It’ll take me about twenty minutes to get the cookies in the oven, and then I’ll help decorate the tree.”

“You better get out in less than twenty,” Quynh warned. “When am I supposed to work? Do you even know how long it takes to cook chicken?”

“He doesn’t,” Joe confirmed.

“Habibi, that’s not fair. What about that time I made-”

A long, ominous buzz innervated all of their phones simultaneously. It was an emergency weather alert.

“Blizzard warning until 2:15 AM. All inner city residents are encouraged to shelter in place until further notice. Sudden snowfall and landslides may prove deadly,” Nicky read.

“Lykon, text Booker,” Andy ordered.

“On it.”

“No use,” Nicky cut in. “They’re probably already at the mountain pass. They won’t make it back in time.”

Andy swore loudly. “Joe, get the car. We’re going after them.”

Quynh and Joe dropped the tree and ran towards the house. By the time Joe started the car, Quynh was climbing down the porch steps with an armful of towels. The five of them piled into the car and tore down the icy roads.

The storm picked up with terrifying haste. When they got to the bridge near the mountain pass, visibility was already nearing zero. Joe switched places with Andy, clambering into the passenger seat so she could take the wheel. If anything could help them now, it was Andy’s extensive experience with driving in extreme weather conditions.

As they traveled through the pass, everyone kept their eyes trained on the snowy slopes, looking for any signs of Nile and Booker.

Suddenly, Lykon cried out in horror. Only a few feet away from the road were two motionless bodies, almost fully buried in a snow drift.

“Cazzo!” Nicky yelled, leaping out of the car. “There must have been an avalanche!”

Andy shoved the gearshift into parking and followed, joining the others as they attempted to dig out their friends with their bare hands. About two minutes after the frostbite set in, they were able to pull Nile and Booker free of the drift.

“Why aren’t they waking up?” Lykon asked, a tinge of panic in his voice. Andy rubbed Nile’s wrist as she looked at her watch, attempting to measure a pulse. Nicky tried to do the same for Booker, unconsciously chanting a Hail Mary under his breath.

Quynh stepped forward. “We need to get them back to the car. The heater will warm them up and help dry them off. Come on.”

Joe picked up Nile in his arms, cradling her head. Quynh threw Booker over her shoulders in a fireman’s carry. This time, they noticed neither the weight nor the cold. Their entire focus was on getting their friends home to warmth and safety.

“Joe, your coat,” Andy said as they got to the car. “It’s fleece. Take Nile’s ski jacket off and give her yours.”

Joe obeyed without hesitation, bundling her in his own winter gear and buckling her into the back seat. Meanwhile, Quynh and Nicky used the towels to dry off Booker’s snow coat as best as they could. Lykon climbed into the passenger seat, and Andy began to drive.

Thankfully, the storm didn’t get worse on their way back (though Joe seriously doubted it could get worse). By the time Andy pulled into their driveway, Nile and Booker were beginning to stir.

“Hey, easy now,” Lykon soothed, helping a dazed Booker out of the car. “Let’s get you inside. There we go, you’re okay. Just a little farther.”

Behind them, Nile leaned heavily on Quynh as she half-carried her up the porch steps. Joe paused, watching them enter.

“All okay?” Andy asked, placing a hand on his shoulder as the wind whipped the snow around them.

“The tree…” Joe muttered, fazed. “I dropped it somewhere. We were going to surprise Nile, and I-”

Andy turned him gently to face her, pulling his woolen beanie down to cover his ears.

“It’s alright, love,” she said softly, switching to Arabic. “She needs a different kind of comfort from us now. She and Booker both. Let’s go take care of them, okay?”

Joe nodded, following her into the warmth of their home.

A fire blazed happily in the hearth. Someone had expanded their futon and pulled it closer to the fireplace. Nile and Booker were seated on it now, wearing large, clean sweatpants - Nicky’s sweatpants, Joe noticed - and fuzzy Christmas sweaters. Quynh and Lykon were snuggled up on either side of them, feeding them something from a thermos flask and adjusting the heated blankets.

“Room for two more?” Andy grinned, curling up next to Quynh and gesturing at Joe to sit. “What’s that?” Joe asked, sliding under Lykon’s side of the blanket and pointing at the steaming drink in the thermos.

“I made apple cider earlier and left it in the instant pot,” Lykon replied. “It was still hot.”

Lykon held the drink to Nile’s lips. She took a large sip, sighing happily. Joe made a mental note to pour himself some cider if he ever got out from under this heated blanket.

Just then, Nicky walked out of the kitchen, balancing a large tray in his hands. “Soup time! Everyone sit up, let’s eat.”

Joe blinked, wondering how his husband had had the presence of mind to immediately go into the kitchen and make soup, of all things. He himself was still recovering from the last hour’s ordeal.

Nicky tutted disapprovingly. “Boss, get changed. Joe, you too. Why would you think it’s a good idea to get under an electric blanket in wet clothes?”

Andy grimaced, throwing her jacket and t-shirt on the floor and snuggling up to Quynh in just her bra. Quynh tugged Andy closer.

Nicky turned to Joe, raising an eyebrow. “Habibi?”

Joe pulled a face. “Do you have any sweatpants left for me?”

“Always.” Nicky ruffled Joe’s curls. “My gray university ones are in the dryer. They’ll still be warm if you hurry.”

Joe got up, returning two minutes later in the gray sweatpants and a black tank top he stole off of Andy’s dresser. He hastily dove back under Lykon’s heated blanket.

In the middle of the couch, swaddled in blankets and eating soup, Nile and Booker were looking much more alive. The color returned to their cheeks, intensifying as Nicky began to scold them.

“Booker, what the fuck were you thinking?” he demanded.

“I don’t know! You said to distract Nile, and she wanted to have a snowball fight. So I said yes!”

“Why didn’t you just go to the park?”

“I thought driving out to the mountain pass would buy you guys more time. It was a bad idea. I’m sorry.”

“You could have died, Book! Just because we’re immortal doesn’t mean we can play with our lives like that. Not to mention, you put Nile in danger!”

Quynh sat up, reaching for Nicky’s hands. She swiped her thumbs over his knuckles in a soothing gesture. “Hey, lay off him, would you? They’ve had a tough night.”

“But what if-”

“No what-ifs, Nicky. It’s alright. They’re safe. Now put the rest of that soup down and come here.”

Nicky sighed in secret gratitude. This was not a night he wanted to be left to follow his thoughts. “Fine.”

He squeezed onto the futon between Quynh and Nile, accepting the blanket Andy threw over him. He wrapped his arms around Nile, who snuggled closer.

“Nicky?” she mumbled after a moment.

“Hmm?”

“If you’re not still angry, can I ask you a question?”

Nicky pulled back to look at her. “Sorellina, I’m so sorry. I was never angry at you. Nor at Booker, really. Just a bit worried.”

“Yeah,” Joe piped up from the other end of the couch. “He gets mean when he’s scared.”

“I am not mean,” Nicky insisted. “Nile, what was it you wanted to ask?”

“Why did Booker say you wanted him to distract me? Distract me from what?”

Lykon laughed. “Should we tell her, Nicky, or do we plan to try again tomorrow?”

“We lost the tree, so I think we should just tell her,” Joe voted sleepily.

“You just don’t want to carry another tree,” Booker accused.

“Easy for you to say!” Quynh jumped in. “Next time, I’ll distract her, and you can walk a mile in the snow with plastic pine needles in your face.”

“Okay, that’s enough,” Andy said, lips twitching. “No more attempts. Jesus wasn’t actually born on this day, anyway. I was there.”

Nicky blinked at her, and then rapidly shook his head to clear it. He looked at Nile. “We were trying to surprise you with a Christmas party. Remember last Thursday, when you were telling us how your family celebrated it back home?”

“Yeah.”

“We wanted to recreate all the same traditions. We got a tree, and some ornaments, and stockings with your initials on it, and, uh…”

“Presents! And that Christmas music you like,” Joe added.

“Yes, and Nicky was going to make cookies shaped like reindeer,” Quynh said.

“Also,” Lykon pointed to a folded-up tripod in the corner, “we were going to take family photos in our sweaters and put them on postcards. Copley said we can’t send them to anyone, but we could still make some.”

Booker sighed. “Sorry I ruined it, Nile. I thought- wait, are you crying?!”

Nile sniffled, turning away from Booker to tuck her face under the blanket. “No.”

“Oh, honey,” Quynh cooed. We can still do it all tomorrow, if you want…”

“It’s not that,” Nile croaked. “It’s just- You guys did all that just to surprise me?”

“It’s nothing,” Nicky assured. “Well, it’s really nothing now, but even if everything had gone according to plan, it still wouldn’t have been any trouble. It’s your first Christmas with us, and we wanted it to be memorable.”

“You’re the best,” Nile said, voice choked with emotions. “All of you. And this is the best Christmas Eve ever. Thank you.”

“Hush,” Andy smirked. “In this house, we show gratitude by not dying unnecessarily.”

“Oh, that was all Booker’s fault,” Nile countered smoothly. “I would have been content with a snowball fight in the park.”

“Really loving the underside of this bus,” Booker muttered as the others laughed.

Over the next hour, the lighthearted conversation drifted into sleepy silence. By the time Nicky thought to ask who would turn off the lights, Joe was only half-pretending to be fast asleep.

[theichabbieclub]

Slashers (or something) reacting to their s/o singing a song from Positions (Ariana Grande)

TW: Implied smut, slight NSFW

Michael Myers (six-thirty)

You were washing the dishes as you started to sing.

"I know I be on some bullshit. Know I be driving you crazy."

Was the first thing Michael heard. Well, he thought this song was accurate af. He loves you. You did drive him crazy a lot.

He didn't let his presence be known until he heard you sing

" So come here and give me so kisses. You know I'm very delicious."

He was all over you instantly, grabbing you and throwing you over his shoulder, heading directly to the bedroom.

Michael could careless about the soapy suds and water splashing into the floor.

Jason Voorhees (west side)

You basked in the warmth that cascaded from the fireplace. You sat on the soft rug in the living, right in front of the fireplace.

It was cold outside, snowing hard as Jason prepared lunch for the two of you.

Chicken noodle soup. You could almost taste it. The warm broth and the seasoned chicken.

You smiled as you began to sing softly, your fingers brushed lightly against the smooth but soft frabic of the rug.

"I don't wanna think too much. I just wanna feel. You know that it ain't no rush. Let me keep it real."

You sat with Jason in the living room, with a folding table in front of you. You allowed the soup to bring warmth to your body.

You sang as you laid your head on his chest.

He really enjoyed your voice. You stopped to eat a few bites but didn't continue afterwards.

Jason tapped your throat with his index finger ever so gently.

You got the indication that he liked your voice. A smirk spread across your lips and you started singing again.

"Just let me be in your life, like that. In your life like that. I'll bring the life right back. I'll bring the life right back."

Candyman (pov)

You sat in your car, your hands feeling the heat that flowed from the vents. Your eyes looked at the golden sky. It looked so pretty.

You started off a humming and that slowly turned into singing you heart.

You sat back as you sung.

Your window was down slightly and you didn't even notice Daniel.

"You know me better than I do. Can't seem to keep nothing from you. How you touch my soul from the outside? Permeate my ego and my pride."

He smiled but decided not disrupt you, not yet anyway.

Daniel sighed silently in content, listening to your heavenly voice.

"I wanna love me. The way that you love me. For all of my pretty and all of my ugly too. I'd love to see me from your point of view."

He walked around your car and you finally noticed him, smiling as he appeared in your passenger side of your car.

You wrapped your arm around his arm and laid your head on his shoulder, snuggling close to him as the two of you took in the sight of a stunning sunset.

Thomas Hewitt (nasty) (implied smut) (female reader in this one, sorry)

He had been in a mood all fucking day and night. Thomas had went into the basement to blow off stream and you had gotten increasingly horny

You had decided to record and send a cover of a song to Thomas.

Maybe that would get him out of that rut.

"Got me all up in my feels. In all kinds of ways. I be tryna wait but lately I just wanna keep it real." You sang, biting your lip as you made eye contact with the camera.

"No more playin' safe. Let's take it all the way. I'm just saying I just wanna make time for you. Swear it's just right for you. Like this pus*y designed for you." You arched your back as you continued to sing.

You finished the song and stopped recording before sending it to Thomas' phone.

You heard fast and hurried footsteps getting louder and louder. You mentally prepared yourself for him.

Hannibal Lecter (TV) (just like magic)

This was the first time that Hannibal had heard you sing.

"Heard it's tricky at the top. Gotta keep slim ego for a thick wallet. Losing friends left and right. But I just send them love and light."

Your voice was so heavenly as you wrote in your notebook, your pen gliding effortlessly across the page.

Hannibal knew that you were a bit self conscious about your singing.

Sooner or later, he was going to help you be more comfortable about your singing.

But for right now, he just stayed out of sight, sighing as your smooth but soft voice.

"Good karma, my aesthetic. Keep my conscience clear. That's why I'm so magnetic. Manifest it. I finesse it. Take my pen and write some love letters to heaven."

Dracula (aka: @thecount-dracula ) (positions)

Whenever you think he's not around, he is. Yeah good luck being alone.

You had started on a recipe for some bread an hour ago and now you were covered in flour, flecks of it on your skin.

You sighed at the flour covering every surface in your kitchen. This is going to be a bitch to clean but you didn't really care. You had the week off.

You sang quietly to yourself as you cooked.

"Heaven, sent you to me."

You stopped singing and jumped slightly as you heard Dracula's voice.

"Heaven? Are you certain about that, Y/N?"

You choked on a laugh as you continued to prepare your bread.

Bubba Sawyer (reader has long hair, just a warning) (my hair)

You were cuddling with Bubba, the soft sound of the fan filled the vicinity of the room. There was currently a thunderstorm happening outside and the two of you had finished your share of chores earlier in the day before the storm.

You pulled away and slightly pulled at the the ponytail that your long locks were in and soon enough your hair had fell down your back.

You noticed Bubba eyeing your hair and you smiled.

"I'mma give you some instructions that you can't be scared to try. I want you to touch it softly like the way you do my mind." You sang softly.

Bubba glanced at your hair, his eyes diverting to you. Confusion flashed in his expressive eyes.

"It got body and it's smooth to touch. The same way as my skin. Don't you be scared.. to run your hands through my hair."

His fingers ran slowly and gently through your hair as he pulled you closer to him.

Bo Sinclair (obvious) (1st time writing for Bo. You've been warned)

You had your headphones in as you sang, scrolling down your twitter as you were extremely bored.

Everything was fucking spotless.

Bo smirked when he had came home from work, and heard your voice.

"Ooh. Hard to think when I'm under you. Tell you all of my dirty truths..."

He was in the room in 0.6 seconds flat. Had you not had your headphones in, he would've scared the shit out of you.

"This what you sing when I'm away, doll?" He came into your line of vision as you laid on your bed.

Your cheeks became warm with embarrassment.

God, this was going to be a long night.

Brahms Heelshire (love language)

You danced around, in just your underwear and an oversized sweatshirt.

Brahms heard you singing some quite provocative lyrics and he was rushing to get to you.

"Been a minute since I had something so sweeeeet."

You smiled as the song continued. It was so catchy.

"If you're gon' keep speaking my love language, you can talk your shit all night."

Brahms finally made it to you and he instantly pulled your body to his chest. You squealed slightly.

"That's the- B-Brahms." You moaned out as he attacked your skin with soft but quick kisses.

It wasn't long before he was leading you to the bedroom.

Damn, you didn't even get to finish your dance party.

[ren1327]

Sweater Weather Ch.8

Hi guys!

So exciting news. Sweater Weather is almost complete at this point to where I will try to post the latest chapters Wednesdays and Sundays. I'm really jazzed that I'm going to wrap this project up and excited to get started on new ones.

As always, thanks for being so patient and I cant wait to bring you guys more content this autumn season!

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Ben woke up with Kenji’s face in his stomach, his body folded over him as he rest on a pillow laid over the larger man’s back.

The sun was just peeking through the trees and he heard a whine, Bumpy scratching at the front door.

“Kenji.” Ben called.

Kenji groaned.

“Kenji, Bumpy needs to go for a walk.” Ben said.

“No…”

“Kenji, we slept in the living room, come on.”

“I got her, Ben!” Carmen said and walked in the room, dressed in a cute set of rainbow snow boots and a matching jacket. “I’ll be back in fifteen minutes. You guys should take a power nap on the bed to straighten out your spines.”

“Thank you, Carmen.” Kenji said, voice muffled in Ben’s sternum.

Ben chuckled and pet the back of his head before lightly smacking it. “Come on.”

Kenji slapped his thigh back a little too hard.

“Ow! That hurt!” Ben huffed.

“I can kiss it better.” Kenji hummed.

“…you can reach more in bed.” Ben murmured and Kenji slid back and sat up.

“I’m up.” Kenji said and Ben laughed, pushing him back so he could hobble to their bedroom, pulling back the quilts and comforters and sliding in, Kenji not wasting a moment joining him.

Ben blushed and pulled him close, kissing his forehead as the larger man sighed softly. Kenji snuggled into the smaller man’s chest and Ben hugged him best he could.

“This is nice.” Kenji hummed and Ben chuckled.

“Yeah.”

He closed his eyes and for a moment, imagined dry grassland or manicured shrubbery around buildings in San Antonio.

He would wake up like this every morning. Maybe with Kenji curled around him, he curled around Kenji, back to back or to one of Kenji’s rare starfish moments. Ben would most likely wake up first and get coffee going, then whine for Kenji to cook something. They’d eat together, go to work, maybe shower or go grocery shopping together, Bumpy next to them on her leash.

Domestic and happy.

He didn’t think it was possible.

Some part of him felt he didn’t deserve it.

And a smaller part of him wanted to grab and hold on to the image of he and Kenji walking hand and hand into a building where people were laughing and hanging out, waving good morning to them and a wall of smiling families who they had helped near the door.

He felt Kenji’s breathing deepen and felt him relax into sleep, his fingers massaging his scalp through the black locks.

…could they get married and start a family too?

He blushed and hugged Kenji closer.

With both hands, he held on to the image tight.

He could be happy.

*

Ben woke to the smell of French toast, bacon and hazelnut coffee.

He blinked awake, noticing a large pillow in his arms instead of the firstborn Kon heir.

“Morning, Sleepybutt.” Kenji said as he walked in with a tray.

“Afternoon.” Ben said, glancing at the clock.

“Not noon yet.” Kenji said, holding the plate out. “And bacon is an all-day thing.”

“This is turkey bacon.” Ben said.

“Cause too much grease gives you heart burn.” Kenji said. “I listened to you complain on the phone with Sammy the other night.”

“I love you.” Ben sighed and took the plate, then froze.

Kenji was blushing and staring at him.

“I-I mean…”

“Yeah!” Kenji shouted. “I get it. Um, I forgot…cream! For the coffee!”

Kenji quickly escaped the room, leaving Ben to blush down at the food, hoping things couldn’t get more awkward.

*

Things got more awkward.

Ben and Kenji were walking to the lighthouse, hands brushing, but not touching after a tense brunch.

Carmen once again kept Bumpy close, Kenji asking Ben if he wanted to explore the old light house.

Trudging up the gravel path, they made it to the tall structure, Kenji opening the door for Ben.

“I thought this needs a lighthouse keeper.” Ben said.

“Owen checks on it every other night, but it’s fully on a timer and the diagnostics are sent to us if anything looks suspicious.” Kenji said.

“So…your lighthouse is on a timer?”

“Pretty much.” Kenji said. “Buuuut…”

He pulled Ben close and smiled.

“More privacy.” Kenji said and kissed Ben’s cold nose.

Ben scoffed and pushed him away, then started up the stairs, Kenji right behind him as they both raced to the top, Kenji winning with his longer legs. The smaller man panted and Kenji opened the door, the very breath leaving Ben as he walked out and saw over the lake.

“Oh…” He whispered and stared out over the water and snow.

Kenji came up behind him, hugging him around the waist. “What a view.”

Ben nodded.

They stood in silence for a moment, Kenji laying his cheek on the top of Ben’s head.

“You’d leave this for San Antonio?”

“I’d leave it for you and we’d visit together.”

“Kenji…” Ben turned. “I don’t want to be your reason for doing things.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m not Brooklynn.”

Kenji gasped softly. “I…I won’t lie, I swear!”

“And you will improve yourself for yourself too.” Ben said. “Not go along with whatever I say so we avoid conflicts. Real couples fight, Kenji.”

“I…What if we fight too much or I mess up, or we never figure it out?”

“Look at us now, Kenji.” Ben said, taking his hands. “Look how much we’ve figured out already.”

The shorter man closed his eyes.

“We don’t love each other, maybe we won’t really, or maybe…maybe we’ll be happy together forever.” Ben said. “But don’t treat me as all or nothing just yet. Don’t use me as a prop. When we go to the ball, just be my boyfriend and nothing else.”

“So…real boyfriend instead of fake boyfriend?”

Ben leaned forward and kissed his nose. “Exactly that.”

Kenji chuckled and pulled Ben close.

“Hey!”

They both looked down to see Owen and Carmen at the bottom of the lighthouse, looking up at the two.

“We’re leaving tonight!” Owen yelled. “So get packing!”

Kenji sighed and rested his forehead on Ben’s.

“Rain check?”

“Yeah.” Ben said and they waved down before going to the stairs.

*

Ben smiled as they were loaded into a van, Carmen sitting in the back with Bumpy as Ben and Kenji took the middle seats, holding hands and snuggled up together as Owen drove them to Seattle from the large boathouse they had docked the yacht in.

“So, how’s everything?” The bodyguard/assistant asked.

“Great.” Kenji said, leaning his head on Ben’s.

“They finally got together.” Carmen called.

“What?!” Kenji yelled. “You knew too?!”

“I’m your on-site bodyguard for a reason, kid.” Owen said with a smile.

Ben chuckled and looked up at Kenji. The taller man sighed and settled back into their cuddle, Bumpy jumping over the seats to lay in Ben’s lap as Carmen put on her headphones and started playing her switch.

“Hey.” He said softly and Ben looked up, eyes hooded with content.

“Hey.”

“Wanna go for a walk after dinner?” Kenji asked.

“Dinner with your parents?” Ben asked with a smile.

“The restaurant is in the hotel. We can go out for an hour or two with Bumpy to a café or the Space Needle or the Great Wheel…”

“I think it might be a little too late for all that. But maybe a café after I tell your parents I want to extend my stay?” Ben asked.

Kenji grinned and hugged Ben close.

“Aw.” Owen cooed and Kenji kicked the back of his seat.

*

Ben and Kenji were placed in a room together, Bumpy having a plush pet bed next to theirs.

Kenji was laying on his back as Ben changed from his dinner clothes into something more casual.

Dinner had been amazing, Kosei and Candy looking well rested despite the constant planning and rechecking of the ball’s supplies and preparation.

“Ben.” Candy had said over dessert. “You, Carmen and I should go shopping tomorrow morning.”

“Mom…” Kenji whined.

“Oh, right. I forgot Ben probably will want to go back…” She murmured.

“Actually.” Ben said. “Carmen was telling me about New Years and…”

He blushed, Kenji smirking and taking his hand.

“We were wondering if we could stay past New Years.” Kenji finished.

“Of course!” Kosei said with a wide smile, surprising his family and Ben from his outburst.

Candy clapped her hands.

“The we are definitely doing that shopping trip!” She said. “Sorry, Baby.”

“It’s cool.” Kenji said. “Bumpy and I will just hang out with Dad.”

Kosei nodded.

Dinner went on, and now they were going to go on their walk, Bumpy zooming around in circles in her little green vest and booties.

“Ready?” He asked Kenji.

Kenji lifted his legs and swung them down, using the momentum to stand, doing a little jump.

“Yeah.” He said and pocketed their room key.

He took Ben’s hand, who lifted Bumpy in his other hand, her leash around his wrist.

“Let’s go.” He said.

Kenji led his boyfriend to the elevator, then down to the lobby where they were greeted by a few front desk employees and the doorman.

Ben put Bumpy down, who immediately sniffed at the plant beds and started tugging Ben along.

Kenji laughed and wrapped an arm around Ben’s waist as they walked.

“It’s so bright!” Ben said with a smile, looking at the lights and neon.

“Is it what you thought it would be?” Kenji asked. “Or better?”

Ben smiled at Kenji. “Way better.”

They sat on a bench, an awning keeping snow off it as Bumpy sniffed around and they stared at the lights. Kenji took Ben’s hand.

“Ben, would your Mom…Would she have liked me?”

Ben blinked and thought. “I think she would have.”

“What was she like?”

“Never mad. Like I never saw her mad. I saw her frustrated and stressed but she never snapped at me.” He said. “She had long dirty blond hair and it wasn’t soft, but it always smelled good. When she cut it, I kind of missed watching her brush it. But she said her arms felt heavy all the time and I would do it for her. I remember she would hum or sing every time she cooked. She made a baked potato soup that would warm you from the inside out. Dave can make it close but…There was something about hers.”

Ben sniffed and smiled.

“Everything she touched seemed so much better. It was like she only knew how to be nice and positive. Like your mom actually. I bet they would have been best friends. I bet maybe your mom’s food would have made her stronger. Carmen would be another baby and she would love Bumpy and…who am I kidding, Kenji, she would love you just for being my friend, let alone boyfriend.”

Kenji hugged Ben close.

“She sounds amazing.” He said and Ben sniffed.

“I miss her so much. I never…I never really…”

“My Mom and Carmen celebrate this holiday in October. Um, it’s a couple days to remember those who moved on. We have an altar at our main house. Could I uh…even if we don’t stay together…could I add her picture? So we remember her?”

“You’d do that?” Ben asked. “To remember a woman you never met?”

“No. I think I’ve met her.” Kenji said and cupped Ben’s cheek. “She sounds a bit like you.”

Ben chucked wetly and smiled, kissing Kenji softly. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Being you. I like you, Kenji Kon.” Ben said, getting up and holding out his hand.

Kenji smiled and took it.

“I like you too, Ben Pincus.”

He checked Bumpy and they started off again, hand in hand.

“So this café a favorite of yours?” Ben asked when he saw the shop at the edge of a plaza full of people talking and drinking coffee as a band played jazz in a covered outdoor stage in the middle.

“You know I—”

“Kenji?” A voice called and Ben felt his boyfriend freeze beside him as he looked towards their left.

A slender woman with pink hair and green eyes stood there with an older couple.

“Go on, I’ll just be a minute.” She told them and both men nodded and walked ahead towards the hotel, hand in hand.

Kenji gulped as one openly glared at him as they passed.

“Hi.” He said to her, Ben realizing who the girl was.

“Hi, Kenji.” She said, raising her chin. “Been a while.”

“How have you been, Brooklynn?”

[goldenretriever-nicknelson]

Blurbmas ~ Day 5

A/n: happy day 5! Sorry I missed yesterday’s blurb but I promise there’s still going to be 12 blurbs all together. I wrote this one because Sick!Peter is adorable and must be protected at all costs. 

WC: 1.2k 

Warnings: mentions of being sick, floofy floof

Peter loved winter. The snow, the hot chocolate, the warm blankets and extra snuggles whilst watching christmas movies. It was all perfect, like a scene from a movie. However, there was one thing he could live without; getting sick. 

He hated being sick. It meant that he couldn’t go on patrol without fear of sneezing into his mask and it meant that he had to stay in bed all day, something that Peter rarely liked doing. The only benefit however of being sick was having someone take care of him. 

When he was younger his aunt May used to bring him her famous soup, wrap him up with blankets and do whatever she could to make him feel better. And even now he was at college she still checked in as much as she could but still Peter missed her. 

He’d thought about calling you and asking you to come over for cuddles but he was stubborn and he didn’t want to bother you. So instead, he snuggled up in his bed, put on his favourite pajamas and movie and tried to get better. 

An hour in and he already hated it. He could hear sirens outside his window with flashing lights racing past and he felt the urge to get out of bed and rush toward where they were going. The moment he stood up however, he felt very dizzy and had to sit back down. 

A knock sounded on his door and he lifted his head up towards it, wondering who it could be. Normally he might be able to sense who it was but with his nose blocked up and his ears ringing he couldn’t even try. 

“Peter?” 

He could recognise your voice from anywhere and it was the first thing to make him smile all day. Peter hummed and sat back in bed as he called you to come in, not risking getting up again.

He smiled as you entered, looking more beautiful than ever and carrying a bag of food. You pouted as you spotted him, all the colour was drained from his face and his room was messier than usual. 

“Oh Petey.” You put the food down on his nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed, feeling his forehead which sure enough was burning up. “Ned told me you were sick.” 

Peter cursed his best friend at the back of his mind but most of his attention was on how nice the cold of your hand felt and how he just wanted to cuddle you and never let go. Yet he was still stubborn.

“Spider-Man doesn’t get sick. It’s just a…” Peter trailed off into a loud sneeze, disproving his point. He sighed and flopped back onto his pillows. “Fine maybe I’m a bit sick.” 

You bit back a giggle, his voice was full of cold and stuffy. He sounded so cute and especially with his little red nose and occasional sniffles, he made your heart melt. 

“That’s why I’m here to make sure you get better.” You smiled softly and stroked his cheek which Peter leaned into instantly, savouring your touch. Before he could protest you shook your head and grabbed the soup from the bag. 

“May gave me the recipe. She said it always cheers you up when you’re sick.” 

Peter almost gasped as he took the warm container into his hands, he’d missed his Aunt’s soup. “T’ank you.” He smiled and started eating, humming happily as the warmth of the soup filled his body. “Mmm so good.” 

You giggled and pulled out the rest of the things you had brought; cold medicine, energy drinks and some chocolate for when Peter felt better. You then got up and tidied some of his mess, grabbing some extra blankets and making both of you a hot chocolate before coming back to him. 

“Move over Petey.” 

He looked at you in slight surprise but smiled wide as he scooted over to make space for you. “I don’t wanna get you sick.” He mumbled, blowing his nose into a tissue. 

You sighed softly and wrapped your arms around him. “I don’t care, I just want my Petey to feel better.” 

Peter sniffled and smiled, snuggling into you as you started to play with his hair. You twirled his messy curls around your fingers gently and started to hum softly, his comfort show playing in the background. 

You held him close and started singing quietly, you were just about to ask him if he needed anything when you started to hear soft snores. You giggled softly and kissed his head, still running your fingers through his curls as he slept. 

Eventually you fell asleep too, snuggled close with your arms still wrapped around him. Peter nuzzled into your neck as he slept, whimpering at a bad dream. He started to toss and turn slightly as flashbacks of his past battles haunted him in his vulnerable state. 

Suddenly, he woke up with a start. His heart and pulse were racing, his breathing laboured and his head pounding as he tried to calm down. He looked over at you, peacefully asleep next to him and sighed. He thought about waking you up and cuddling into you, that always calmed him but he couldn’t bring himself to do it as you slept. 

So Peter did the next best thing he could think of and got up to grab his suit, ignoring the slight dizziness he still felt. He needed to be out there, helping people and doing something. He managed to get his suit on and his mask without making much noise. 

He snuck to the window and slowly opened it, shivering at the cold winter air that blasted through. Peter started to think it was a bad idea but before he could do much more, something tickled at his nose and he sneezed loudly. He groaned and quickly took off his mask before looking over at you as you cleared your throat. 

“Peter Benjamin Parker.” You glared at him and let out a sigh, shaking your head. “Get back here and cuddle right now.” 

“But-” He looked back out of the window and down at the city below with a sigh. “There’s people who need my help.” 

You smiled softly and got up, walking over and grabbing his hand. He squeezed yours gently and held it tight, letting out a sniffle. You delicately kissed his cheek and pulled him back towards the bed.

“I know baby but right now you need to look after yourself. How can you help others if you won’t even help yourself?” 

Peter bit his lip and nodded, knowing you were right as he flopped back into his bed. You brushed back his curls and kissed his head, covering him with all the warm blankets you could find before snuggling him close. 

“I love you so much Peter.” 

Peter hummed happily and cuddled close to you with a smile. “I love you too princess.” 

You turned on his favourite Christmas movie and leaned into kiss his lips but Peter quickly pulled away. He shook his head and pouted at you.

“You’ll get sick.” 

You smiled and cupped his cheeks, nuzzling your nose against his. “I told you I don’t care Petey. We can be sick together.” 

He giggled before you kissed him softly on the lips. It was only brief but it was enough to make Peter smile and feel warm inside. You continued playing with his hair as you cuddled again, smiling as Peter laughed at the movie. 

You didn’t even care that you got sick 2 days later because Peter was right there to take care of you just as you had for him. 

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[beezybean]

COLD (Adam du Mortain x f!Detective)

| Fanfiction: The Wayhaven Chronicles | Word Count: 840 | Warnings: None | Ratings: General | Summary: Carter gets a cold |

Note: A little Carter x Adam fluff! Second attempt at writing twc, hope this isn't awful!

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I entered the warehouse, sneezing loudly. “AAAACCCCHHHHOOOOOOO”

I saw everyone staring at me with a quizzical brow… “Hey everyo—khkhkhkh” I coughed, Well it was sure that I was going to get ill because, I was doing missions in winter. And it snows!

“You don’t look so good Carter…” Felix said while coming towards me to give me a jacket. “I am fine. I don’t need another jacket, I am already weari—Aaachoo!” I sneezed again. Nate shook his head, a sigh escaping him while caressing his forehead.

“Okay people. So, nobody will enter my room for 2 hours straight unless, I call you or if there is another case we need to work on. Understood?—khkhkhkhhh.” I ordered, though the cough not helping much. “You might need these.” Adam passed the tissue towel box.

I snatched the box away from him with an obvious scowl and went to my room, sat at my desk and started to work on the at-hand evidence.

2 hours later…

3rd person pov.

Adam entered Carter’s room, he found her sleeping on the desk as the bin seemed to be a mountain of dirty tissue towels. He slowly came near her chair trying not to wake Carter up, he then picked up the dirty bin and changed it with a cleaner one.

As he saw Carter sleep on the study, he tried to clean up her messy bed as clean as he can possibly make it but it did not work, she’s a slob. Carter gasped, sniffing a little along with, as she woke up. “I am sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” Adam apologized. “No it’s fine, I should be working on the—khkhkhkhkhkh” Carter coughed once again, facing towards the table where the reports were wet because of her drool.

“Oh my god! I ruined the—khkhkhkkhkh—reports—achoo!” Carter said while sniffing loudly this time.

Carter’s Pov:

Oh god I have to get another print now, it was already hard for me to walk down the stairs and get the last print out and now this! “Ugh! My neck’s scratchy, my head is killing me. I am hungry but everything tastes disgusting!” I exclaimed.

“Carter, it’s okay you should rest. Go get some sleep, I will bring you something to eat so you can feel better again.” Adam gave me some warm clothes, I think they were inners, fashion was never my field. He tucked me in, with some fluffy pillows. Honestly seeing him work like that made my heart flutter…

“Here is some spinach soup, it will help you regain strength.” Adam brought the soup in and offered it, I gagged. “No! bring me tomato soup or maybe a sandwich but not this.” I pouted. Adam groaned, almost sounding scary. “Okay fine, I’ll drink it. But promise me you will bring something sweet after this.” I frowned.

“We can discuss sweets once you finish this.” Adam’s lips curled up in a smirk.

So, I did drink the soup, well it wasn’t that bad, and Adam did bring me some chocolates. “You need get some sleep Carter, to get back on your feet tomorrow.” He gave a quick kiss on my forehead and headed for the door.

3rd person, Pov:

As Adam left the room he went straight for the thermometer, because he remembered that when he kissed Carter on the forehead, his lips burnt, due to the heat in her body. Her temperature did not feel right.

Felix entered Carter’s room with a small grin on his face. He saw her sleeping on the bed, all cuddled up in the blanket. He took her study chair and sat beside her bed. He crossed his arms around his chest “Humans, these guys are so delicate.” He thought.

“What are you doing? She’s resting.” Adam entered the room with a thermometer.

“Nothing, I just came to check on her.” Felix whispered.

“I need to check her temperature.” Adam went to the other side of the bed, looked at Carter hesitantly, thinking how to do it and ended up pushing it under her tongue carefully.

“102.9 degree Fahrenheit!!!” Felix exclaimed in a quiet scream.

Adam ordered Felix to leave the room and get some good night’s sleep while he stays with Carter.

Adam stayed there whole night, resting hot cloth wraps dipped in hot water on her forehead, to cool her temperature down.

Morning at 7 am

Carter’s pov:

I woke up feeling much better and then I saw Adam sleeping beside me, my head on his lap while his hand resting on my arm. I slowly moved his arm trying not to wake him up but, of course I failed. “Carter, how are you feeling now?”

“Much better. Were you here… all night?”

“Yes, you had a high fever last night, so I had to stay in to take care of you.”

“Thankyou so much for taking care of me Agent du mortain.” I said whilst hugging him tightly.

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Thankyou so much for reading! Hope you liked it!

[tteokdoroki]

💜- pt 2

It’s been a few hours since they got home and found you. Those few hours have been the worst of their life. Kirishima has been constantly checking your forehead, and kissing your hands that are enveloped in his. Katsuki holds you close, his body heat bringing warmth. Kirishima and katsuki look at each other, both worried out of their minds.

“We’re you as scared as I was katsuki?”

“What? Hell no shitty hair!” Katsuki lies through his teeth. He looks at your sleeping form and kisses your forehead,” I was only a little nervous,”

“Yeah, sure. Is that why you haven’t loosened you grip on them?”

“Shut up Eijiro. They are still cold and I’m not letting anything happen to them,” katsuki says, nuzzling his face in your neck.

“ I was terrified. Tomorrow I’m gonna bring a doctor here, or take her to one. “

“Good idea.”

You move a bit, shifting so you face katsuki, and so your back is to Eijiro.

Opening your eyes, you look up at katsuki and Eijiro, showing a weak smile,”hi,” you say, mustering up most of your strength.

“Hey baby, how are you feeling?” Eijiro says from behind you.

“Better, thanks to both of you,” you say smiling.

Kirishima kisses the top of your head, and Bakugou brings your hands up to his lips.

“Do you want to eat? We still have some of that soup supplies? Or do you want a warm bath? How about both? Or do -,” Eijiro rambles on, it’s a cute habit he had when he gets nervous.

“Can we eat please? I know if I take a bath I’ll fall asleep again,” you say nuzzling into Bakugou’s arms.

“Okay pebble. Wait right here while I go get you something warm to wear. “Kiri says and Bakugou yells,

“Give her my black and orange hoodie, it’s the warmest I have,”

Kirishima throws the hoodie at Bakugou’s face. You let out a small laugh as Bakugou looks at you.

“You think that’s funny?” He says with a mock glare.

“I think it’s hilarious,” you say as a smirk forms on katsuki’s face.

“You know what I find funny?” He asks as you shake your head. “I find this funny,” he says as he rolls I top of you, pinning your arms next to your waist, holding them with his knees as he holds your face and peppers kisses all over you.

“Katsuki, come on, let’s get her some food,” kirishima says pushing katsuki off of you. But when his Touch is gone, so is the warmth. Kirishima notices immediately and quickly helps you into the hoodie.

Bakugou gets some of the warmest sweatpants they have, unfortunately for you they are kiri’s. They are so big on you that the legs of the pants drag along when you walk and the waist has to be tied as tight as they can go.

Bakugou helps you with those, sliding them underneath the blankets so you don’t have to leave the warmth of the bed. Same with the fuzzy socks.

Kirishima takes it a step further and wraps two blankets around you.

“Why don’t we just put a snow suit in her?” Katsuki jokes, seeing how many layers you have on. But he thinks you look adorable.

“Well sorry for wanting her to be warm,” Eijiro says pouting.

“I’m very warm Eijiro, thank you,” you say kissing his cheek.

Bakugou wraps his arms around your waist,” where is my kiss?” He says hugging you tightly.

You kiss his cheek too. Satisfied, katsuki picks you up and carries you into the kitchen. Placing you onto the counter top he goes to get the ingredients for the soup.

Kirishima picks you up and says,”thanks man! I’m just gonna keep her warm on the couch,” as he runs away from the explosive blonde who is yelling at him.

Placing you onto the couch, he picks up a blanket and craws between your legs, resting his head on your stomach and covering the both of you with a blanket.

You two stay like this till Bakugou brings out the soup. Bakugou sits behind you while all three cuddle and eat. They are extra clingy the entire day, not wanting to let you go.

“Thank you katsuki, it was delicious,” you say kissing his cheek. And kirishima fully agrees, kissing Bakugou’s hand.

“Of course it’s deleted, I made it. Now o think I deserve a reward for cooking such a great meal!”

“Oh really, what is that?” You ask.

“I pick the movie!” He says as both you and kirishima groan, another scary movie that will have you hiding underneath a blanket, or with your head in someone’s chest.

You fall asleep not even ten minutes Into the movie, completely exhausted. Katsuki and kirishima don’t sleep, too paranoid to get a good sleep. Every little noise makes them tighten their grip around you.

“So, the scary movie?”

“To make her get some sleep.”

“Smart. We both can’t stay up all night,” kirishima says quietly, as to not wake you.

“I’ll take first watch, you take second,” Bakugou says, there would be no chance of him sleeping right now.

“Okay, wake me up in 2 hours. Or if something happens,” kirishima agrees. At times like this, he is really great full for Bakugou.

“Kirishima? Do think the villain is still out there looking for her?” Bakugou asks, dreading the answer his best friend was about to give.

“I genuinely don’t know. That’s even scarier then knowing,”

“I promise to protect both of you.”

“Don’t think imma let you steal all the glory. “ that earns a laugh from Bakugou.

“Get some rest shitty hair. “

(Sorry this wasn’t that interesting.)

im sorry but I’m just thinking about being in like 500 sweaters between the boys and how they would just tuck you under their arms like a bag or something and carry you around, sitting you down and babying the hell out of you

[youmustbestrongernow]

If you find the time another prompt. Something fluffy, lovely and warm for davenzi? Maybe them just cuddling, enjoying each others warmth. Soft kisses. Them being totally in love after all the time they already are together.

Ah, I loved this one, soft and warm and fluffy that’s my jam. So this is pretty much just warm cuddles in winter, enjoy!

David didn’t think he’d ever felt tired like this. His bones ached with it, he swore he could feel them creaking as he moved. He felt cold and shivery too, he’d waited ten minutes for a bus and even when he’d stepped on board he hadn’t been able to get warm. The damp winter cold had seeped into his bones. There was a pounding behind his eyes, probably because he was tired and had been awake for almost twenty hours. It was quite possible he was getting a cold. His coat was still damp from the rain shower he’d gotten caught in earlier and he’d forgotten his stupid scarf, rushing out of the door at the crack of dawn that morning.

All he wanted was to sleep. For at least the next thirty years. Or most of the next couple of days at least. It was almost one in the morning and he was finally on his way home from work. The bus he was on was almost empty. Everyone sensible was already tucked up in bed. Exactly where he wanted to be. 

He’d been shooting a scene for his latest show, out on location, several miles outside the city limits. It was great fun but meant long hours and travel time. He’d been dropped off back at the studio an hour ago but it wasn’t a huge production. He didn’t get driven to his door so he had to make his own way home. Which was fine he supposed, if it wasn’t the middle of the night. It was times like this he’d wished he’d learnt to drive. He should’ve just gotten a taxi but even though he was doing well it felt too much like splashing the cash, especially when the bus stop was just down the road.

There was no point dwelling on it, he was practically home now anyway. He took out his phone and sent a text to Matteo, telling him he’d be five minutes. There was no way he was still awake but he sent it anyway. He got off the bus at his stop and made his way to his apartment. He was so close. The bus wasn’t exactly warm but alighting was like stepping into a freezer. He ducked his head to reduce his exposure to the biting cold air. 

As he walked under the streetlights he saw his breath in front of his face. There was snow underfoot, crunching with each step he took. He shivered and wrapped his jacket tighter around himself. Shoving his hands in his pockets and frowned in surprise, pulling his hands out again. There were thick woollen gloves in his pockets that he hadn’t put in there. No that was Matteo, always thinking of him. David grinned and pulled them on as he walked the last three minutes to the apartment.

His legs felt like lead dragging them up the stairs but he was almost home. Almost there. Just a few more steps. He decided he was going to collapse straight into bed and never move again.

Finally, he was home. He unlocked the door and stepped inside his apartment. He didn’t know why he was surprised that it was still warm, of course Matteo had left the heating on. The lamps were still on in the living room too, casting a soft glow over everything. He just leant against the door for a second, smiling at how thoughtful his boyfriend was.

He was too tired to eat but he knew there’d be food ready for him in the fridge if he checked. Matteo however, was nowhere to be seen so he must be in bed. Which was where David was supposed to be. He wasn’t going to waste any time. Their bed was calling to him. He shrugged off his damp coat and discarded his shoes by the door before heading straight to the bedroom, switching off all the lights and the heating as he went. 

Slowly he opened the door and just stood there, he couldn’t help it. The lamp was still on and he could see Matteo, curled up in the bed, blankets wrapped tightly around himself, sleeping soundly. 

He just watched him sleep for a moment, his headache fading away at the sight of him. All the tension he’d been holding onto melted away. All that was left was a bone aching tiredness. It was warm in the bedroom so David took off his hoodie and his sweater because Matteo had insisted he layer up against the cold. Something he was grateful for now. He stripped off the rest of his clothes and crept towards Matteo. 

Carefully he climbed into the bed, making sure Matteo remained tucked up in the blankets as he got in beside him. He wanted nothing more than to wrap him in his arms but he didn’t want to wake him. Instead, he just shuffled closer and lay there watching him sleep. The last traces of cold faded away as he got close enough to absorb Matteo’s body heat.

He always liked it hot. When David wasn’t there he would sleep under three or four heavy woollen blankets. He’d leave the heating on all night sometimes and David would come back to a roasting apartment. He used to worry his boyfriend would suffocate in his sleep but it never seemed to be a problem. On a normal night, when David was there he reluctantly shed a couple to snuggle up to David instead. David usually refused to sleep under five blankets. But tonight, after being outside for so long he was glad of the warm cocoon Matteo had created for them.

As hard as he tried not to wake him, Matteo sensed that he was there and reached for him in his sleep. David pushed off one of the blankets and pulled him into his arms, wrapping him up tight, pressing tender kisses to his forehead. Matteo smiled in his sleep and slowly blinked awake.

“You’re home,” he whispered.

“I’m home.”

“You’re-”

“Late?”

His eyes drifted shut again as he tried to fight off sleep. “Yeah.”

“Missed you,” David said quietly.

“Missed you more, tired?”

He yawned widely, answering Matteo’s question. “Fucking exhausted. And I think I’m getting a cold,” he admitted, knowing he’d get instant sympathy from Matteo. He was terrible when he was ill and Matteo always took care of him anyway.

Matteo reached out he pressed a gentle hand to his forehead. “Hm.” He tucked the blankets tighter around him. “Did you eat?”

“Too tired,” David said.

That finally got Matteo to open his eyes properly. He huffed squinted at him but didn’t push. It was so late now it would give him a stomach ache if he ate. He was sure Matteo would feed him up in the morning.

“Work tomorrow?”

Tomorrow was Saturday, the first he’d had off in a month. Matteo didn’t work weekends so it meant they would finally get a whole day together. Or what was left of it after David had slept for a thousand years. “No, I’m all yours.” Matteo���s face lit up, an excited smile on his lips that David just had to kiss. Soft and slow, just letting all the love he felt bleed into it. Matteo’s hand came up behind his head cradling him close as his lips parted and he sighed, just relaxing against him. God, he’d missed him, stupid work eating into all his time with Matteo.

“I’ll make you a big breakfast, then you’re just gonna rest and I’m gonna take care of you,” Matteo mumbled against his lips before pulling back slightly and stroking his hand over his face, tracing his lips with his fingertips. 

“I love you,” David murmured, what else could he say but that?

“Love you too.”

David pulled him closer and closed his eyes. “Sleep?” he suggested.

“No,” Matteo whined, “not yet I just got you back.”

“Ok.”

“Stay awake a little, please?”

He was exhausted and he wouldn’t last long but he would fight off sleep for a few tired minutes of Matteo’s company. “For you anything,” he said.

Matteo chuckled at that. “Sap,” he said fondly.

“That’s me,” David agreed. He groaned but dragged himself up the bed so he could sit up a little, pulling Matteo with him. As tired as he was he’d barely spoken to Matteo these past couple of days. Yeah, they had the weekend ahead of them but David ached with how much he missed him. He just wanted a few minutes with him before he drifted off into sleep.

Matteo settled against his chest and looked up at him. “How did it all go?”

“Why the hell did you let me agree to film a show out in the woods in January?” He tried to sound cross but he was too tired, it just sounded fond.

“I’m pretty sure I mentioned several times that it would be crazy cold,” Matteo countered.

“I’m pretty sure if you loved me you wouldn’t have let me make such stupid decisions,” David said.

Matteo huffed at that and David knew he was about to win this silly non-argument. “I’m pretty sure if I loved you I would’ve sent you off this morning with a huge flask of hot soup to keep you warm and- oh wait, I did do that, got up super early to make it from scratch and everything,” he said smugly, like he had every right to be.

“That’s because you’re the best,” David said.

“The best,” Matteo murmured.

“The best.”

“Yeah?”

David just kissed him again. “Tired?” He’d been tired for hours so he could deal with it a little longer.

Matteo shrugged, he was David could tell but he felt the same. He desperately wanted to stay awake just to be with him a little longer. “Just a bit longer, I really missed you today,” he said quietly as if he thought David would say no. Did he really think David would just turn away and go to sleep? As if that were possible.

Instead, he sat up, pulling Matteo off the bed with him, keeping both of them wrapped up in the blankets. Matteo whined but allowed himself to be pulled away from the bed.

“It’s snowing out, come on,” David said.

“David it’s one in the morning,” Matteo argued.

“Just to the balcony come on,” David murmured.

He made sure the blanket was wrapped tightly around and then guided them out onto the balcony, stepping into the trainers that they kept by the door.

“Oh, it is snowing!” Matteo leant against him, tilting his head up to the sky.

“Thought I was lying?”

“No,” Matteo said. He so did.

“Why would I lie about snow?”

“It’s so pretty,” Matteo whispered.

It really was, a blanket of white over the city, sparkling and glowing as it drifted across the streetlights. Everything was muted and still. Beautiful. David hooked his chin over Matteo’s shoulder. “You know what else is pretty?”

“You,” Matteo said.

“You.” David reached out and brushed the snowflakes from his hair. “You’re beautiful.”

With the light from the city below casting a soft glow over them, he saw Matteo’s cheeks pinken.

“You’re warm,” Matteo murmured, “always warm, I never sleep properly when you’re not here.”

“I’ll always come back to keep you warm,” David promised.

They just stood there on the balcony for a little while, wrapped up tight in the blankets just swaying together. It may have been snowing but with Matteo against him, he’d never felt warmer. It spread out from his heart all through his body, warming every inch of him. Since the day they’d met there’d been a fire burning in him for Matteo and it never stopped. It had been nearly five years and it never faded, never lessened. It burned as bright as ever. David was sure it always would.

[peter-pan-on-neverland]

Coughs and cuddles

Request: PAN TAKING CARE OF A SICK READER!!!!❤❤❤🥰

Pairing: Pan x reader

Warnings: a little suggestive, mainly cute, short sweet and kinda bad (I’m sorry)

Winter rolled around faster than I had expected, wrapping the island in a think blanket of glistening, white snow that sparkled whenever the sun hit it. The scene which unfolded before my e/c eyes looked like something out of a fairy tale, small snowflakes gracefully fell from the cloudy grey sky, gently kissing the dirt ground before disappearing, transforming into a tiny water droplet on the floor. Sitting back I watched in awe, pressing my rosy cheeks up against the icy window pane, intently gazing at the snow from the warmth of Peter's tree house.

"What are you doing, love?" His husky voice lingered in the air as I turned my head to meet his gaze, forcing myself to look away from the magical scene before me.

My once cold cheeks had now turned very hot as the blanket which covered him in the night slowly slid down his bare chest. Yes, Peter wasn't the muscliest guy in the world, but he was definitely toned. Faint outlines of abs stuck to his torso, looking more attractive than abs themselves. Struggling to tare my eyes away from his wonderful body I met his intense gaze, feeling the cocky smirk which played on his lips from across the room.

"I was looking at the snow," I shrugged, eyes wide in amazement as I tried to sell an innocent façade to the demon king.

His eyes were turning darker by the second, "Are you sure there wasn't something else that caught you eye, darling?"

Without opening my tightly bound together lips, I nodded before turning my attention back to the snow.

Not even a second had passed and I could feel his bare chest press flush against my back, strong arms wrapped around my waist as he placed his head on my shoulder.

"You know I don’t like to be ignored, love." The sinister tone in his voice sent shivers down my spine, but I knew he wouldn't hurt me and all punishment stayed within the four walls if his bedroom.

Swirling around my face came in contact with his chest, peering up into his eyes, “Well there might have been, I guess you’ll never know.” I smiled triumphantly at the boy. 

A loud sigh escaped his lips as he raised an eyebrow, “Tell me, now.” his grip around me only got tighter with each passing moment.

“Make me.” I challenged, grinning from ear to ear at the boys reaction, without saying a word Peter began to peck my lips, making a tiny trail to my cheeks before walking them up and over my fore head, down my nose, to my other cheek.

“Ok, ok, stop.” I laughed, playfully batting the leader away from me, “Your nakedness may have caught my eye as well.”

Smirking in satisfaction, Pan wrapped his arms around me once more, trapping my tiny frame in his strong grip whilst I gazed out of the frosty window. Peter’s eyes wondered outside too, admiring the layer of untouched snow that lay just beyond his window.

“You wanna go and play in the snow, don’t you?” he whispered in my ear.

“So bad, yeah.” Smiling up at him, I gave him the best puppy dog eyes that I could.

“Fine, go and have your fun.” He spoke, “But don’t forget your-”

The boy didn’t even get time to finish his sentence, I was in a hurry, rushing out the wooden door before he had even finished.

The crisp, cold air nipped at my flesh, causing and array of goosebumps to blossom all over my skin. 

“Y/n!” I could hear Pan shout, but I didn’t care at this moment in time, all I could think about was the amazing snow which crunched under my foot, "You need your coat!"

"I'll be fine!" I yelled back to him, throwing myself onto the floor, spreading out my arms and legs before wiggling them about in the snow. As the day continued more and more lost boys stepped out of their warm tent, coming out into the crisp air and having their fun.

Laughter filled the air as a snow-ball fight emerged, one half of the island battling the other whilst we hid ourselves behind trees in a despite act not to get hit. There was not a frown to be seen that day, even Pan joined in, messing about and running around with the rest of us, he even seemed to get Felix involved.

As the cloudy sky slowly started to turn baby pink we all decided to call it a day, our stomached rumbled from from lack of food and too much fun. Running up beside me Peter place a loving arms around my shoulder.

“Good day, love?” He sweetly asked whilst grinning from ear to ear.

“One of the best.” I told him as my e/e eyes sought out his emerald green ones, but then the worst thing that ever could’ve happen, happened.

I sneezed.

I could feel the smirk crawling onto Pan’s face as soon as he hear the faint sound fall from my lips.

“What was it I told you this morning, love? Don’t forget your-”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” I helplessly sniffled, before a fit of coughs and sneezes came over me.

Before I knew it two strong arms were wrapped around me, lifting me off the ground, I didn’t have a chance to process what was going on, my body was enveloped in a loving heat which Peter’s tree house had to offer. Plonking me down on his comfy bed, he wrapped the soft quilt around my tiny frame, tucking me in.

“Peter, what are you doing?” I asked, surprised.

“You are going to stay here until you are all better.” He simply stated, using his powers to make a steaming hot bowl of soup appear in his hand before puhsing it towards me, “Eat up.”

With an audible huff, I bought the soup up to my lips, letting the hot, tasteless liquid flow down my throat. After getting through half of the bowl I couldn’t take anymore, quietly I placed it on Peter’s side table.

“Come on, love, you need to drink all of it.” His voice was calm and caring as the placed the bowl back in front of me.

“But I don’t like it.” I whined, shaking my head as he tried to make me drink up more of that disgusting brothel.

“Well you should’ve worn a coat like I ask you too then, shouldn’t you.” His words echoed around the room, I knew he was right I just didn’t want to admit that to him, I love him but his ego is big enough as it is, “Come on darling, if you finish it now i’ll give you cuddles.”

That boy knew I couldn’t say no to cuddles, it was my ultimate weakness. With a tight lips smile, I drank the rest of the soup until there was nothing left of it. 

I felt the bed shift to one side as Peter climbed in, wrapping his arms around me as he muzzled his head into the crook of my neck.

“What if you get sick as well though?” I quietly asked him.

“Then I guess you’ll just have to feed me that shitty soup until I drink it all.” His voiced vibrated throught my should, causing a fit of giggles to fall past my lips before I started coughing again.

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I'm sorry if this is bad, I feel like my stories aren't that great right now \(*-*)/ ❤

I hope you enjoyed this, it was short and sweet (like me).... I'm never saying that again 🥰❤ xxxx

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[fangirlinsweden]

Cracking the Ice part 4

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: Swearing, irritating behaviour, children captive at Hydra. (Don’t think I have misses anything else)

Word Count: About 1800 words                                

Square Filled: Bed Sharing for Star-spangled-Bingo 2019      

Summary: Steve and Y/N used to be best friends, but not any more. Things between them are cold. Now Bucky and Y/N are best friends instead.

A/N: This is a shorter part. This takes place after Avengers: Endgame, but Steve never left. Tony and Nat are still alive...

I would like to thank @allaboutthebooz​ for her support and motivation. And I would also like to thank @kaunis-sielu​ and @banditthewriter​ for there insight in how they write and deal with things. If you have not read any of their work, you really should check it out!!

You looked from the bed to Steve.  “It’s a bed,” you answered. “Have you gotten a stroke?” “I know it’s a bed,” Steve looked at you. “But there is only one bed.” “Yeah, so what?”  Steve looked at the small couch, which was only slightly bigger than an armchair. There was no possibility that one of you could sleep on the couch. Not even you. Something that you already figured out. Steve lets out a sigh and looks down on the floor.  “I can’t share a bed with you,” Steve gets out after a little while.  “Why not?” you look at him, trying to figure out what he is thinking. “We have shared a bed before.” “This is different.” Steve looks up at you.“Bucky will not be happy about it.” “What the fuck, Steve,” you groan. You thought you were done with this discussion. “I am not with Bucky.” You rub your temples feeling a headache coming on.  “Not now, but eventually,” Steve mumbled and rubbed his neck.  “No, not now, not ever,” you yell and then you take a deep breath. You really wanted to hit Steve.  “What?” Steve looks at you and his eyebrows are drawn together. “Bucky is my best friend,” you state and look up at Steve. “He knows about my past, he knows about my life. I love him and he loves me, but not romantically. We are like brother and sister” “But you sleep together,” Steve tilts his head to the side like he is trying to piece it all together. “I help him with his nightmares,” you say and walk over to the stove, stirring in the soup.  “What?” Steve gaps at you.  “I said I help him with his nightmares,” you say again. You really did not want to talk about how you did it, not now. It was not that you did not trust Steve, it was more the fact that you did not trust yourself with your feelings right now.  “Why?” Steve wondered and you turned around and looked at him. You started to shrug your shoulders but decided to give him as much truth as you could. “When we saved Bucky he had a lot of nightmares,” you could easily remember the tormented screams that used to wake you up in the middle of the night. “And you were always there for him, pulling him out of the dreams. You both were so tired Steve, and when Bucky and I started talking more, I started showing him things he had missed when he was the Winter Soldier like I did with you. One of the things we watched was Disney movies. One night we both fell asleep together and he did not have any nightmares. Bucky and I became friends quickly and then we started spending more time together, so you both could get some sleep.” “I still don’t understand,” Steve has a frown on his face.  “Bucky and I understand each other's trauma. And we don’t have any history together,” you sigh and walk over to Steve. You lay a hand on his arm. “In the beginning when Bucky tried to remember, you were kind of overbearing, wanting to get your best friend back and I was kind of a safe haven from all the pressure.” Steve nods and looks away. You know this probably hurt Steve to hear, but maybe after hearing this, he would not question Bucky’s and your relationship anymore. “Why did he not tell me?” Steve sighs.  “He did not want to hurt you,” you were thinking of hugging him, but with all that had been going on between the two of you, it feels like it was the wrong move.  Steve moves away from you and walks to the window, so you drop it and let him be alone with his thoughts. 

Steve looked out into the darkening day. The snow was making it a bit lighter, but soon it would be completely dark outside. Otherwise, Steve would have left the cabin. He needed to think alone, not be stuck in a cabin with Y/N. But at the same time, he knew he could not leave her alone her. What happens if Hydra, where to, finds her. And now he was scared of being alone with her as well. His best friend. What if he says the wrong things? Make things worse between them. Because Steve knew things were fucked up and that it was his fault. He had pushed her away because he was jealous. Bucky had always gotten all the dames back in the day and he thought that it was happening again with Y/N. Even if he was not completely convinced that it was not happening again, he felt like he needed to talk to Bucky before he did something more. Before he made a move on Y/N, he just needed to know that Bucky did not have feelings for her. He did not want to hurt his best friend.  

You eat in silence and even if it is killing you not to talk to him when he was so close, you knew he needed to think. He needed time to process. You hoped that Bucky would forgive you for telling Steve about his feelings, but you hated that Steve taught it was something going on between Bucky and you. Not that it seemed to have made any difference. Steve would not look at you at all and it hurt you. It was as if whatever you did went wrong. Maybe it was time for you to leave the team? At least for a while. To give Steve some space. To give you some breathing room without having to see the love of your life every day and knowing he did not feel the same. The evening continues in the same pattern. Steve was not talking to you and he kept a good physical distance from you as well. You sat in bed trying to read a book and ignoring him, but it was hard. 

It was getting late so you got ready for bed. Brushing your teeth and decided against changing out of your warm clothes to a PJ.  “I am going to bed now,” you said to Steve. He just hummed and walked over to his bag. “Steve, we are two adults,” you sigh thinking about pulling your hair out. Steve's hot and cold behaviour was confusing you. “We have shared a bed before. Come to bed now.” Steve held up his toothbrush and walked over to the bathroom. You crawl into bed and lay on one side to give Steve a lot of room when he comes back. The minutes go and you have a hard time keeping your eyes open. You wanted to wait on him, but you fall asleep and don’t notice when Steve comes out of the bathroom a few minutes later. 

Steve stops in the door looking at Y/N sleeping form in the bed. All he wanted was to join her in bed and pull her close. Have her sleeping as close to him as it was humanly possible. He shakes his head and walks over to the bed. He lifts the cover and lays down in the bed. Y/N turned around in her sleep and Steve tries to lay as still as possible. She comes closer to him and he can feel how cold she still is. He swears under his breath before he pulls her into his arms. He was telling himself that he was only doing it to stop her from getting sick, but he knew that it was so much more. Having her this close was both heaven and hell. The smell of her conditioner was feeling his nose and all he wanted to do was kiss her. She sighs happily in her sleep and Steve promises himself that he would wake up before her in the morning and make sure she did not know she was sleeping in his arms. 

The next morning you wake up feeling warm and safe. You can feel arms wrapped around you, and under your head, you hear a steady heartbeat. The heat from Steve's body is keeping you warm, and you smile to yourself. You always loved when you spent the night together before sleeping together usually meant waking up in each other arms, it was something that only happened with Steve. Bucky and you had never cuddled. The nearest you were was waking up holding hands, but that had only been when Bucky had been having awful nights. You snuggle up closer to Steve and try to savour the moment. Maybe you should stay with the Avengers? Maybe this meant that Steve had feelings for you as well? You close your eyes again and then you feel it. Steve goes rigid. You move a bit away from him to look at him. “Good morning,” you say and smile at him. He drags his arm away from under you. “This never happened,” Steve jumps out of bed and stalks over to the bathroom. You sit up blinking away your tears. That had just answered your question. You were leaving the Avengers. This was your last mission.  

When Steve comes out of the bathroom you don’t look at him. You had changed your clothes now you walk into the bathroom and close the door. The tears are making their way into your eyes again, but you take a couple of deep breaths to calm yourself down. You can break down later, not when you had a super-soldier with super hearing on the other side of the door. After doing your business you walk out of the bathroom and over to the kitchen. Steve had made coffee but you don’t take a cup. Instead, you brew some tea for you. Caffeine was the last you needed right now. Steve is talking on his phone in front of the window and you knew that you needed to get your head in the game. You saw how he was looking at you, but you ignored it. Today all you had to do was save the kids from Hydra, then you could think about everything else. Steve hangs up and you knew you needed to handle this professionally. He was still your commanding officer. “Maria and the back-up are here in about an hour,” Steve looks down on the floor. He could not even meet your eyes. “Where should we meet them?” you ask keeping your voice even and empty. Steve finally looks up and meets your eyes, but you had put your mask on. Not showing any emotions at all. “They want us to meet them outside the Hydra facility,” Steve nods to the woods. “Of course,” you start getting ready. “I can be ready in 5 minutes.” Steve nodded and started getting ready as well. You smirk a bit to yourself. At least you got to kick some Hydra ass again before you left the team.

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[desiree-harding-fic]

Cold Hands, Warm Heart

Based on that one post by @thepensword about how Taako is always cold. Can be found here. Plus an idea I’ve had for a long time but never written about.

Cw for swears, kids. Be safe out there. But other than that it’s light angst with a fluffy chaser and a dash of Lore.

Enjoy!!!

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Positively stomping through the streets of Neverwinter, Taako, for the thousandth time, curses the city for its positively idiotic name.

“Neverwinter”, his ass. Maybe they should have gone with “UsuallyWinter,” or “JustAsMuchWinterAsAnywhereElse,” or “CanWeReallySayThatAnythingOnThisOneSunnedPlanetIsn’tWinter.”

Because, you see, Taako is cold.

Taako is always cold.

It’s a holdover from a plane long behind them. Two-sunned elves have different traits than those of Faerun. Ears that move. Different colored eyes.

Different body temperatures.

Taako is a sun elf. A sun elf from a planet with two suns. He was made for warmth. More warmth than here. And even on two-sun he ran a little colder than the other elves he knew. But there, the extra warmth was enough to compensate. He’d tan in the summer, he’d soak up the rays and wear sleeveless shirts and live for the suns.

Faerun has one sun. On Faerun the long sleeves and pants, the heavy coat with the dozens of pockets he wore adventuring were more than just good sense - they helped him stay fucking warm.

It’s not even fair because Lup isn’t even cold all the time. Lup feels fine. Mostly. She gets a little chilly but it’s nothing a jacket can’t fix, and now she’s a Reaper and something about that helps too (Taako doesn’t know what). Taako’s body doesn’t work that way. And to top it all off, ever since Wonderland, when those fucking liches stole some of his vitality, it’s gotten even worse.

The snowy winter days in Fucking Neverwinter are hell to the multiverse’s favorite wizard, because no matter how many layers of coats and scarves and gloves and enchanted wizard hats he throws on, he can’t get warm.

He turns off the road, starts making the hike up the hill to his house which looks out on the Stillwater sea. He liked the walk when he bought the place. Lined it with trees and flowers that Merle and Pan blessed to grow big and beautiful.

He bought the place in the summer.

Magic should help. It doesn’t. First lesson he ever learned on the road with Lup: no matter how good a wizard you think you are, you never directly influence body temperature using magic. It’s too powerful, too volatile. Transmutation on the body was a risk they were willing to take. Watching your sibling’s blood boil just because you got a little chilly was not.

He finally makes it up to his front door, pushes inside, and sighs in relief.

Ever since the first chills of autumn in the city, every fireplace in Taako’s home, of which there are many, has been running almost nonstop. Is it a fire hazard? Probably. Does Taako give a shit? Maybe ten percent of one. He’s got more money than anyone else in the damn planar system. He can buy a new house.

(But he likes his villa-styled sprawling house by the sea. Likes the herbs in the window boxes and the flowers in the front and back. Likes the view of the water. It would be a shame if it burned down.)

The fireplaces help. But not enough. Never enough.

He takes off his outermost layer for the sake of the snow caked on it, but keeps on everything underneath it. Stupid, he thinks, to wear a full coat and scarf inside of his own house. But he doesn’t know any other way.

He walks through the foyer, and there.

The man of the hour.

Kravitz.

He’s reclining on the couch, close by the fire, book in one hand and glass of red wine in the other, wearing his usual suit without the jacket and shoes. He looks...

Well.

Taako knows how he looks (miraculous).

The worst thing about the winter is the space it’s put between him and his boyfriend.

Six months after Story and Song, and Taako, against all odds, is living with Kravitz. As in, Kravitz lives in his house. Kravitz drinks his wine and moved in his books and plays piano here and sleeps in Taako’s bed.

Well, most of the time.

Kravitz, who’s hands were ice cold on his and Taako’s first date, who tried to warm himself up for their first kiss, is fucking freezing to the touch in the winter.

It’s been a solid couple of months since Taako and Kravitz have cuddled without at least three or four layers between them, and by then Taako could pretty much have just bought a weighted blanket for all the good it does him. It’s hard to satisfy that craving for skin contact from the person you... care about when said skin contact feels like hugging an ice sculpture.

Kravitz looks up, puts down his glass of wine.

“Evening,” he says, mildly, as though testing the waters. And that’s what does it for Taako.

“Hey,” Taako says, immediately turning into the kitchen, not looking at Kravitz, because he just can’t.

Ever since the winter started, and Taako, out of necessity, started shying away from Kravitz’s touch, things have been... weird.

Taako knows that Kravitz isn’t the kind to speak up about this kind of thing. They’re working on it, but it’s been so long since he’s been in a relationship, so many mortal things are new to him. Taako knows this. And yet... breaching this issue, to which Taako has no solution, trying to communicate to Kravitz that he wants him while constantly having to push him away is... frustrating. What Kravitz wants is for Taako to be happy, for Taako to be comfortable. He says it constantly. He insists. And it’s the insisting that’s the problem.

Because Taako knows that even if he’s not saying it, Kravitz isn’t happy either.

And now when Taako comes home, and tries to spend time with his boyfriend, there’s all this horrible... space between them. When Taako’s cold, it seeps into his words and his actions, until all of him is cold, not just his body, not just his skin. Until he’s cold to people he cares about, and apologies come slow and with difficulty, and then the damage has been done.

Taako starts on a simple soup, no energy to make anything flashier, and still refusing to use magic in the kitchen. He hates the way all the extra clothing gets in the way of cooking. Hates the way the warmth of the stove only does so much.

Kravitz eats with him that night, and they talk, but it’s a weird, shy conversation, both of them anticipating what comes after.

What comes after is Kravitz sitting on the other side of the couch pretending to read while Taako shivers and pretends too.

What comes after is Taako going about his evening routine before slipping into bed in a full onesie and under about five blankets. It’s Kravitz dressing in flannels to try to shield Taako from the coldness of his skin, and then the two of them, side by side. Lying on their back and staring up at the ceiling, as they wait for sleep to come.

It’s a long wait, when one of them is an elf and the other doesn’t sleep naturally.

And there’s the thing about Kravitz: he’s not just without warmth. He’s actively cold. His body radiates cold like a living person’s radiates warmth. It’s only been a few minutes and Taako’s already shivering.

“I’m sorry,” Kravitz says from his side of the bed. And he sounds so fucking defeated and sad and Taako feels bad but he also feels annoyed. Because he’s cold. Because why can’t Kravitz just be a normal fucking person. Because Kravitz won’t talk to him and he won’t talk to Kravitz and this whole situation is just a goddamn nightmare.

“Not your fault,” Taako says, but the words have been said so many times they hardly mean anything anymore. He can feel how flippant they sound. He can feel the way they don’t sink in, how they bounce off Kravitz’s skin like Taako doesn’t care.

I do, he tries to broadcast. I promise I do.

“I think maybe it would be better if I stayed up tonight.” Kravitz says, like it’s an idea he’s only just had, not something he’s been saying nearly every night these days, like it’s not the new normal, like he truly believes that they still sleep in the same bed and touch each other and they aren’t on the verge of -

Kravitz slips out of the bed, pads gently out of the room and shuts the door behind him. And Taako turns over in bed, ignoring the tightness in his throat and trying, desperately, to get warm.

*~*~*~*~*

Candlenights comes, as it always does, despite the coldness in Taako’s house and his heart.

And Taako’s happy for it, really. He didn’t harbor any delusions about everything being beautiful and shiny and sparkly so close to the apocalypse, and in the aftermath of it. The world is still healing from a colossal wound. But he’s hosting, at least. He’s always been a good party planner. Lup is there and so is Barry. Merle comes up from the coast with his kids. Magnus and his dogs. Angus, visiting on his break from school. Davenport is still abroad, and Lucretia is conspicuously absent (no amount of begging from Lup could convince Taako to let her into his house), but it’s... good. Cozy, almost.

Taako even cooks for everyone, Lup assisting, and ignores the careful distance Kravitz keeps from him and from most of his family. The meal goes off without a hitch, save Taako’s shivering. He can see the sympathetic eyes Magnus keeps making at him, wants to glare and snap and tell him to fuck off, but he doesn’t. Just because the cold makes him crabby doesn’t mean he has to be an asshole.

He has a thick will blanket wrapped around him elegantly, like a shawl, while they’re unwrapping presents. Lup smiles brightly at the diamond earrings Kravitz got her, and Taako’s heart swells a little. Angus loves his books. Kravitz gets Taako a set of jewelry done up in gently curling silver and sapphire and pink tourmaline, because he’s a romantic, and Taako tries to ignore how... wiggly it makes him feel.

He wants to kiss him. He doesn’t.

Taako saves Lup’s gift for last, as is tradition.

It’s a tiny little box, which Taako had first been terrified was from Kravitz and then relieved wasn’t, and it’s as light as a feather.

Because, Taako discovers, there’s nothing inside.

Nothing, that is, except a tiny ivory card with scrolling golden text on it. It reads:

Command word: flambé.

Love, Barry and Lup! :)

“What the fuck, Lulu?” Taako asks, turning the card over and over in his hands.

“Oh fuck off, Taako,” Lup says good-naturedly from Barry’s lap. Gross. “You’ll thank me later. Well, thank us.”

And isn’t that fucking cryptic, he thinks. But Lup is Lup. His sister is fucking weird, and he brushes it off in favor of drinking more wine.

It’s a good day, mulled wine and carols and gift-giving, but as all good days do, it winds down sooner than expected. The guests go off to their many rooms, Taako’s house big enough to host them all (by design), and before he knows it, he and Kravitz are headed to bed.

It’s the same old charade. Kravitz goes through the motions, and Taako does too, and it’s awful and stilted and he just wants it to end.

It’s not fair, he thinks, staring at the the bed while Kravitz is still futzing around in the bathroom, a charade of mortality. Kravitz is good. Taako likes him. He’s nice to talk to and doesn’t make Taako feel like he has to perform. He’s a big old nerd and actually really compassionate and sometimes an entity of absolute chaos and he’s perfect for Taako, he really is. So why can’t he just have this? Why does there have to be fucking... roadblocks in the way?

Taako expected things to be hard. He expected having to make things work. Sometimes Kravitz is gone for days going after bounties and Taako can deal with that. There are elements of mortal life Kravitz has to re-learn, and he doesn’t know how to interact in just.. normal society sometimes, and Taako can deal with that. Sometimes he’s a real asshole and gets prickly and offended and impatient after a bad day and Taako can deal with that.

He doesn’t know how to deal with not being able to touch him for months at a time.

He’s shivering just standing there. He needs cover.

But when he pulls back the comforter the sheets are a deep fuchsia. And while it’s a nice color, it looks nothing like his usual ones.

There’s a piece of paper like a letter, there, on his side of the bed under the comforter. It’s the same as the card he found in lup’s gift, and all that’s on it, in that same gold ink, is a winky face.

Taako sighs, long and deep. Because with Lup these things are always a gamble. Is it a gag gift? If Taako says the command word, will his bed explode? He has a horrible flashback to the memory of his first conversation with Kravitz, which was about tentacle porn, and Lup heard it from the umbrastaff, and now she’s given him enchanted bedsheets. Taako pales at the thought.

But here’s the thing: it’s late, and he’s tired, and he can always shut it off because he’s the best wizard in all planar systems, and he’s curious.

He stands, contemplating, cold as balls, for another minute.

And then he says, very deliberately,

“Flambé.”

And for a second it looks like nothing happened. And then it really looks like nothing happened. And then...

Taako can feel the warmth just from standing next to the bed.

It takes him about 0.04 seconds to hop in after that, to pull the sheets up around his shoulders and bury himself under the covers up to his chin.

It’s heavenly. Warmth from all sides, and Taako sighs, long and deep, as he feels tension in his muscles all over his body, held from weeks and months of being cold all the time. Already he can feel the chill in his veins slipping away. He can feel the warmth reaching the core of him, strong and comforting.

He can feel his face flushing, and the warmth rushing up into his long ears.

And then it gets warmer.

And warmer.

And warmer.

Uncomfortably warm.

Taako’s sweating, he realizes. He’s flushed, not in the comfortable way of sitting by the fire. He’s hot like a beach day, hot like a desert plane. He throws the covers off above the waist. It’s not enough. He’s too hot. Much, much too hot.

The door to the bathroom opens up and Kravitz steps out.

“Oh thank god,” Taako says, without thinking, “get the hell over here.” He holds up the blankets on Kravitz’s side of the bed, gestures for him to get in. Kravitz is staring at him like he’s grown an extra head. He slides into bed, slowly, tentative, and Taako practically throws himself on top of him.

The relief of his cold skin isn’t enough through the flannel pajamas Taako’s wearing. He goes for his shirt buttons.

“Taako,” Kravitz says, “what’s happening here?”

“Damn enchanted sheets from Lup are too fucking hot,” Taako grumbles, pulling his shirt off and squirming around with his pajamas pants until those are off too. He tosses them across the room.

Laying across Kravitz’s chest is such a relief. It’s like cold water on a hot day, and Taako spends a luxurious moment running his hands over his chest and shoulders, nuzzles into his neck and revels in the coolness on his face. He sighs, goes boneless against his boyfriend. He feels wonderful.

Kravitz’s arms come up around his back, tentatively holding him, and it hits him.

“Oh shit,” he says, half sitting up. Kravitz looks him in the eyes, questioning.

“That was Lup’s Candlenights gift. It was...” he licks his lips. Why is it so much harder to say things than it is to feel them? “It was this,” he says, running his hands over Kravitz’s chest again.

Understanding dawns in Kravitz’s eyes, and he smiles at Taako, and his smile is like the sun on a warm day.

“Glad I can be your ice pack,” he says, smiling.

“Shut up,” Taako says, resting his head back down, feeling more than hearing the happy little hum Kravitz makes. He snuggles a little closer. Kravitz’s arms tighten around him.

“I missed you,” Kravitz whispers.

And what can Taako do in response to that but kiss him?

“I missed you too, handsome,” he whispers into Kravitz’s lips.

[an-unknown-writers-world]

I Smell Snow

Day Ten: Snowstorm

Part of @panicfob​ 25 Days of Christmas Challenge

Warnings: Fluff, a bit of angst, a curse word or two,

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (First person, nameless)

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson

Word Count: 1793

A/N: Ten days – has it really been that long? Wow, thank you again to all of you have read this, either from the beginning or just jumping in. Snow is my favorite thing and I loved this prompt. If you have missed any previous writings, you can find them here – Masterlist.

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I stood at the stove while I waited for the chicken broth to come back to a boil, hand made pasta was drying on the counter next to me. This morning when I was out for a run, I got the idea to make homemade chicken noodle soup. Growing up my mom would make it every year for the first snow, and her mom did the same. There was no way to explain it, a person either knows what snow smells like or they don’t, and this morning on my run I smelt snow.

“It smells amazing in here,” Bucky observed coming into the kitchen. “Are those homemade noodles?” His eyes lit up when he made it to my side.

“Mmhmm, it was my grandma’s recipe.” I smiled at him.

He bent down to kiss me. “I can’t wait to taste it.”

“Oh, it’s not for you.” I joked.

“You’re awful sassy today,” He smiled heading to the fridge.

“I had a good run and it’s gonna snow.”

“Doll, we watched the news last night. The weatherman said bitterly cold and dry.” He mocked the forecaster.

“Snow is coming and a lot of it.” I beamed. “I can smell it,” I replied certain in my answer.

“Um, sweetheart, I don’t want to hurt your feelings. But as a super-soldier with enhanced everything, I can say with absolute certainty you cannot smell snow.”

“Wanna make a bet?”

Bucky looked at me clearly hesitant, “What do you want?”

“You already know what I want.”

He sighed heavily, “And if I win?”

“Whatever you want,” I replied.

“I guess I’ll have to think about that.”

“You do that, but it won’t matter. There will be snow on the ground before we go to bed.”

“Barnes, let’s go,” Sam called from the other room.

This piqued my interest, “where are you going?”

“Just over to the gym, we’re gonna spar.”

“That’s a fantastic idea,” I responded sarcastically. “Go easy on him.”

“I will.” He kissed me cheek before disappearing.

Stirring the pot, it still hadn’t returned to boil which was normal for this large of a pot. I grabbed the tea kettle from the stove and filled it to make a cup of tea. Waiting for either of them to boil, I sat at the kitchen island with my book and read.

Things around the compound were going well, the boys seemed to be getting along and Bucky and I had fallen into a natural routine, the comfort level between us was as if we had been together for years. Our relationship was a combination of an old married couple and hormonal teenagers; one minute we could be sitting on the couch and the next, be in compromising situations kissing until we were breathless. Sam would come into the living room, groan and leave most of the time.

Nights were the worst and each one seemed to end the same way. It started in the late afternoons, we’d have dinner together, then watch a movie or binge watch something on Netflix or Disney + and end it with late-night local news; spending hours cuddled up on the couch and oftentimes whatever was on in the background was ignored in favor of heavy make-out sessions. Sometimes one of us would fall asleep, it was usually me something about his super-soldier body heat and the way our bodies molded together made me so comfortable it was hard to stay awake. No matter what we did, the night would end, and we would go to our separate rooms.

It took another hour for the water to boil and the noodles cook all the way through, the biggest downfall of homemade pasta – it took longer to cook. It didn’t help that my grandma’s recipe was big enough to feed a small army. I pulled the pot off the stove and put it on the cooling stand, I could hear the chatter between Bucky and Sam in the hallway.

“That smells so good,” Sam commented walking in.

“I’m not sharing,” Bucky replied, pushing him playfully.

“She could feed a small country,”

“I prefer army,” I replied. “I can use an army for my will, not so much with a country.”

“If you brainwash them you can,” Sam said grabbing a bowl.

Bucky grumbled.

“You’re gonna wanna wait on that Sam. I just pulled it off and it’s been boiling for forty-five minutes.”

“I’ll be fine,” Sam replied with a shrug.

“Suit yourself.”

Bucky pulled a water bottle from the fridge before turning back to me. “Aren’t you proud, I brought him back in one piece?”

I laughed, “Very proud.”

“Now you know I can go easy,” He smiled, “when are you going to spar with me?”

“Let me think about this,” I tapped my chin, “Probably four days past never.”

He laughed, “never say never.”

“Ouch!” Sam shouted, “That’s fucking hot.”

Bucky and I both laughed.

“I tried to tell you,” I said.

“I know what I want when I win.” Bucky declared.

“Weren’t you just outside?” I asked, “It’s gonna snow. But, just in case, what do you want?”

“Spar with me.”

I thought it was a terrible idea, I had never been a field agent for many reasons, but my clumsiness and fragility were huge pieces of that. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust Bucky, I did, with my life; I didn’t trust myself.

“Okay,” I replied.

He leaned forward and kissed me.

“Y’all seriously gotta get a room.” Sam groaned.

I couldn’t help but laugh, we did need to get a room but one of us was still very hesitant. It was stupid really; you’d think that I was trying to steal Bucky’s virtue. In all reality, I just wanted to sleep next to him, wake up to wrapped in his arms. I craved him in the simplest ways, but I understood his fears and concerns. He had night terrors like most soldiers, sometimes they were violent, and he woke up out of sorts. When we would talk about staying together, Bucky would voice his concerns about the night terrors and follow it up with a joking statement about not being able to control himself. The conversation without fail would end with Bucky kissing me senseless.

“We should The Mandalorian tonight,” Sam said leaning with his back to the counter, his steaming bowl abandoned next to him.

“Um, someone’s gonna have to explain it all to me,” I said. “The only thing I know about it is from all the baby Yoda memes I’ve seen.”

“There’s a baby Yoda?” Bucky grinned.

“Uh, where have you been?” Sam asked sarcastically.

“Not on social media.”

“Fair, he doesn’t see memes unless I show them to him.” I looked over at Bucky who showed no obvious signs of objection. “Everyone change and meet in the theater room in five?”

Both the boys nodded, and we all headed to our separate rooms to change. I changed into my cozy fleece red and black plaid sweats and pulled on a blank tank top. Passing by Bucky’s door I nocked not waiting for a response before opening the door. He looked up at me with a smile standing in his black sweats and white V-neck t-shirt. It was my favorite combination; I couldn’t explain why it just did something for me.

“Are you here to steal my clothes again?”

“Do you really have to ask?” I smiled.

“You could just keep it.”

“No, then it wouldn’t smell like you.”

He laughed, “You’re about to lay on the couch with me and you need my shirt for the smell?”

“No, it’s warm too.” I shrugged, “And since you refuse to sleep with me it’ll be a nice preheat of the shirt to keep me through the night.” I grabbed the shirt from his drawer.

He shook his head, “You make me sound like an awful person.”

“Not awful,” I smiled pulling on his shirt. “Come on, Sam’s waiting.”

Bucky took my hand and led me down the hall. We made it down the stairs and into the foyer, I looked out the window to the side of the door in a typical quick glance and continued walking. Then it registered what I saw, I stopped and pulled away from Bucky to skip to the door. I threw it open with a grin that split ear to ear, cold crisp air rushed in with the fresh smell of snow.

“Damn it,” Bucky mumbled. “How do you smell snow?”

“It’s beautiful,”

He came to stand behind me, arms wrapped around my front, kissing the crook of my neck.

“It’s cold, doll. I know it’s beautiful, but we can see it with the door closed.”

“Is the winter soldier complaining about the winter?” I joked.

He laughed; it was a musical noise in my ear.

The snow was coming down hard, there had to be at least three inches on the ground already, I was disappointed in myself for missing it on the way upstairs.

“Holy crap,” Sam said coming down the stairs. “Guess that explains the message I got from Maria.”

“What’s going on?” Bucky asked, turning to look at him.

“City of New York just issued a Blizzard Warning.”

“So why did she text you?” I asked closing the door.

“Making sure we were all home safe.”

I nodded, “I should check on Pepper, she was talking about going out to the cabin sometime this week.”

“Wrong time of year for that cabin,” Sam stated.

“It needed to be closed up for the winter,” Bucky explained.

I headed to the kitchen and found my phone shooting her a quick text. Bucky and Sam both joined me and dished up the soup that had finally cooled enough to eat. I won the bet, but I wouldn’t rub it in just yet. Bucky knew what was coming, there was no sense in giving him more anxiety about it.

Pepper text me back quickly letting me know she and Morgan were home safe she had gotten to busy to make it to the cabin. She sent a picture of Morgan staring out the window at the snow, she looked as mesmerized as I usually am.  

“Babe, Pepper asked if we could try and make it to the cabin for her this week. Just need to close things up and winter prep for it.” I said looking up from my phone.

“I don’t see why not. Obviously, we have to wait for the roads to clear up.”

I nodded, “Thank you.”

“Okay,” Sam grumbled, “this snow is not ruining my night. Let’s go.” Sam started out of the kitchen.

“Think he’d notice if we didn’t follow?” Bucky asked.

“Yes, he would.” I laughed, “We should make a blanket fort!”

[thank-you-for-the-vampire-money]

HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS

link to the sing is HERE

A/N: a little pick-me-up before the weekend 

Sam Wilson x reader

Word count: 1590

Summary: For some reason, a mission was scheduled over Christmas, leaving you and Sam separated for the holidays

Warnings: lots of swearing

Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays

'Cause no matter how far away you roam

When you pine for the sunshine of a friendly gaze

For the holidays you can't beat home sweet home!

  Why did Fury have to do this to him?  Well, everyone on the mission was pissed, but especially Sam.  Who the hell PLANS a mission that extends over Christmas?  Instead of being cuddled up on the couch watching Christmas movies with his girl or thrift shopping for quirky white elephant gifts with his friends, Sam was stuck in the middle of northern Canada.

“Pass me another blanket?” Bucky shivered, trying to turn up the shifty motel’s crappy heater.  That poor machine was running the best it could and still the heat it was cranking out was barely enough to make the room above freezing temperature.

“There are only three blankets and you already have two of them,” Sam sassed, struggling to open the pack of Oreos he’d purchased at the gas station.  Damn things froze in the car!  They were solid as a rock! “And there’s no way in hell I’m giving mine up,”.

Steve rolled his eyes, opening the multiple cans of soup they bought and dumping them into a large bowl.  “Ladies, calm down! I don’t want to get kicked out of the only shelter we have right now because of your yelling,” he grumbled, covering the bowl with a paper towel and putting it in the grimy microwave.

 I met a man who lives in Tennessee, and he was headin' for

Pennsylvania and some homemade pumpkin pie

From Pennsylvania folks are travellin'

Down to Dixie's sunny shore

From Atlantic to Pacific

Gee the traffic is terrific!

  Steve handed everyone a mug of hot soup.  Unfortunately, they didn’t have spoons so they had to drink their soup like unemployed college students.  It was inconvenient, they weren’t about to complain about a hot meal.  “Eat up,” Steve hummed, sitting by his friends on the floor, which was, by far, much cleaner than the beds.

Sam grinned up at him, thanking him briefly.  “Here Cap, take this,” he said, giving Steve his blanket, “that suit isn’t enough to keep you warm,”.

“Aw, Sam, you don’t have to do that, you need it more than I do,” Steve said, pushing the quilt back into Sam’s clenched fist.

“Take it, I’ll be okay,” he insisted, “if winter boo bear over here won’t share, then I will,”.  He chuckled a bit, glaring over at Buck, who had bundled himself up like a little homeless lady.

“Hey!  Part of my body is fucking metal!  I’M COLD,” Bucky defended, wrapping himself up tighter into the blanket nest.

  “So Fury says we’ll be stuck here longer than he thought… we might not be back until the new year,” Steve sighed, knowing neither of his teammates would like it.

“What? C’mon, man, I promised (Y/N) I’d be back before then!” Sam groaned, “I’ve been gone since the beginning of the month!  She’s had to spend this whole holiday season alone,”.

“I know, Sam, I know…” Steve nodded, trying to keep him calm, “it’s less than ideal, we all have people at home we’d rather be with than out in… the arctic,”.

Sam just scowled at Steve, sick of him and Fury’s bullshit.  “Nah man, I ain’t taking this!  (Y/N) and I had this whole Christmas planned!” he ranted, nearly spilling his already cold soup, “instead of sneaking slices of rum cake when she’s not looking or hiding mistletoe around the apartment, I’m stuck here, with two other dudes, one of whom I’m pretty sure has fleas!”.

Bucky punched Sam’s arm with his metal one.  Damn, that vibranium really was cold!

 Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays

'Cause no matter how far away you roam

If you want to be happy in a million ways

For the holidays you can't beat home sweet home!

  Sam’s phone buzzed in his pocket, waking him up from his uncomfortable sleep.  He was still freezing his tail feathers off (that joke was not as funny as Bucky thought it was when he said it) but the heater seemed to be working better.  He groaned, cracking his stiff back before answering the facetime call. “Hello?” he groaned, yawning.

“Hi baby,” you greeted, smiling at him.

Sam immediately perked up at the sound of your voice.  He got up and jogged to the bathroom so he could turn on lights and talk to you in private.  “Hey sugar, how’s my girl doin’?” he smiled, eyes shining at you.

“Lonely without you,” you replied, “how’s Canada?”.

“Fucking freezing,” he scoffed, “and Barnes keeps hogging blankets,”.

“Oh, I know how you feel.  That’s what Wanda did on our last mission to Russia,” you hummed, getting more comfortable on the couch, “I heard Fury is pushing back the return date,”.

“Yeah….” he sighed, “it sucks, but I guess that’s what being an Avenger means; long work hours,”.

You grinned, laughing half-heartedly.  “I’m trying my best on my end to get you guys home,” you said, hoping that’d make him feel better.

“Eh, good luck with that, Fury's as stubborn as they come,” he sighed, “so what have you been up to? I hope you’re still having fun, despite all this,”.

“I am,” you nodded, getting up to show him the pumpkin spice cake you made, flipping the camera.  “I made a lot of goodies!  Chocolate chip cookies, peanut butter bars,” you listed, padding to the kitchen, “and a spice c- HEY!”.  You caught Wanda and Nat stealing treats.  You shooed them away as they slunk off like raccoons with their plates and mouths full.

Sam laughed at the scene the camera was capturing.  “I see the ladies have taken over for me while I’m away,” he chuckled, “there better be sweets for me when I get back!”

“Oh there will be,” you grinned, putting a lid over the cake to keep it safe, “and a few presents, and a clean bed, and a hot shower, and a big blanket that you don’t have to share,”.

“That sounds so good right now,” he sighed, closing his eyes, fantasizing about coming home, “damn I can’t wa-”

“SAM! SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Bucky groaned from his blanket cocoon by the heater, his voice muffled by the various noises in the hotel room, “THE BATHROOM ECHOES!”.

Sam rolled his eyes. “I’ll talk to you later baby, okay?” Sam whispered, catching the kiss you blew to him through the phone, “love you,”.

“Love you more,” you grinned, hanging up.

 I met a man who lives in Tennessee and he was headin' for

Pennsylvania and some homemade pumpkin pie

From Pennsylvania folks are travellin'

Down to Dixie's sunny shore

From Atlantic to Pacific

Gee the traffic is terrific!

  Sam plopped down into the car, very ready to fall asleep.  “Do we have to go back to the motel? I’m pretty sure sleeping in here would be more hygenic,” he sighed, taking off his goggles, the eyewear having left uncomfortable imprints on his skin.

Not that the car was too much better.  It was an old, rented van from a sketchy rental place.  Steve advocated for a smaller, but newer minivan, but Fury insisted that this would be less inconspicuous.  

“Actually, yes, We do have to go back,” Steve hummed proudly, “Fury said there were extra supplies dropped off for us,”.  

Bucky and Sam let out a tired ‘woo’.  “Does that include a space heater?” Buck asked, taking his boots off, “or better mattresses?”.

Steve smirked, feeling truly proud of himself.  “Well, my ‘nagging’ worked, and we’re now staying in Holiday Inn,” he answered, “clean beds, free breakfast, and functioning showers,”.

The other men let out a more enthusiastic ‘woo’ this time, somewhat surprised that Fury caved.  Normally he’d tell Steve to, “shut up and quit your bitching,”.

 Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays

'Cause no matter how far away you roam

If you want to be happy in a million ways

For the holidays you can't beat home sweet home!

For the holidays you can't beat home sweet home!

  The boys walked into the hotel, smiling as the heated air warmed up their cold bodies, the snow clinging to their uniforms melting away.  “Much better,” Bucky grinned, flopping face down onto the clean couch in the little sitting area. 

“Who wants dinner? There’s plenty here!” Steve cheered, opening the fully stocked fridge, “ooh, even spice cake!”.

Sam paused for a minute.  “Spice cake?” he thought to himself, “Steve I don’t think it was you who convinced Fury to send us here,”.

Steve raised a quizzical brow.  “Well it certainly wasn’t Buck,” he said, throwing an apple at the sleeping assassin’s head.

Peeking your head out of the closet, you surprised the boys by shouting, “MERRY FUCKIN’ CHRISTMAS!”.  Buck was so surprised he fell off the couch with a hardy, "oof,".

“(Y/N)?” Sam greeted, giving you a big hug and kiss, “you did all this?".  You nodded.  "How… how did you pull it off?  How did you convince Fury?”.

“I didn’t.  Natasha just took over the mission and I convinced her,” you grinned, snuggling into Sam’s side, “figured I’d pay a visit as well…”.

“But-” Sam stammered, confused, “why not stay home?  Or shorten the mission?”.

“As much as I hate to admit it, Fury is right, there is a lot of work to be done here,” you sighed, squeezing his hand, “and I am home.  I’m with you,”.

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SHINee/ Super M Taemin ‘Hot Chocolate’

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5. Spilling hot chocolate/coffee/a hot-fucking-beverage on the other and insisting on paying for a new drink and new clothes for them, unaware that they're rich and very capable of buying themselves another coffee. Besides, they don't know that this jacket is Louis Vuitton and cost more than the knock-off Gucci belt that had caught their eye in the first place (probably looking a little lower than the belt, but we digress). "So you wanna... hot chocolate and chill?" "If you ask me that one more time, I will dump my hot chocolate on you."

7. Being gifted tickets to see a family member overseas, but having to leave their S/O at home for Christmas, not expecting them to turn up on their doorstep on Christmas morning with a bouquet of roses.

Pairing: Taemin x Reader

Genre: fluff with some angst

Word count: 3.1k 

Flecks of snow landed on your eyelashes, propping your hood up higher to cover your face from the cold.

The drastic change from fall to winter had you feeling under the weather, walking to the nearest convenience store to buy some medicine, not wanting to bother Taemin.

You entered your shared apartment to smell chicken noodle soup boiling on the stove, your stomach growling like an animal. Taemin was humming a tune while stirring the soup, not realizing you entered until you wedged yourself in between the stove and him.

"Goodness Y/N! You scared me!" He quickly moved you away from the stove, not wanting you to get burned because you wanted attention.

"Sorry." A coughing fit came and went, reminding yourself to take the medicine.

He sighed and engulfed you in a hug, patting your back and then placing his warm hand on your forehead.

"You're burning up, let's eat and then you need to rest." You nodded, feeling the effects of the medicine you took just a moment earlier.

The rest of the day went by in a blur, Taemin forcing you to rest and kissing your forehead as you whined for his embrace, your eyes feeling drowsy and your mind filled with what to do on Christmas day.

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"Hey, remember the time when we first met?" The Christmas holidays were coming up, and you felt better, your body finally getting used to the winter weather.

The pretend fire you had on the Television gave the living space a more home-like effect, the both of you lazing around on the couch drinking hot chocolate.

Taemin choked, as the hot liquid went down quicker than expected. "I do. Why so out of the blue?"

You shrugged. "I don't know, I just find it really embarrassing for me. I mean, you are so rich and handsome but also so kind. If you had made me go get your shirt dry cleaned I think I would have been broke forever."

He chuckled. "But you were cute so I let it off the hook." He winked at you and you cringed, feeling a blush creeping up...or was that from the hot chocolate. "Besides, I didn't really like that shirt and I couldn't do anything about it. My parents would disapprove of me giving the shirt away so I guess you became a blessing to my curse."

It was a bright fall day, the orange leaves crunching under your shoes. Coming from a stressful class you knew you needed a pick-me-up. What better way to go and get your favourite drink at the local coffee shop at Campus? Quick, affordable, aesthetic, a great study place too.

The bells chimed as you walked in, the fresh smell of ground coffee beans hitting your nose with the sound of milk being foamed, it was a heavenly place for the coffee lover.

"Can I get one hot chocolate please?" But for you, you couldn't let go of one specific drink.

"One hot chocolate for Y/N."  

Your hands clasped the open drink tightly, keeping your eyes focused on the ethereal leaf design made with the extra milk, adding a small dollop of whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles on top. One second the drink was beautifully made, photogenic. And the next?

It was all over a man.

"Oh my goodness I'm so sorry!" You rushed to grab napkins from the drink counter, trying to wipe off the mess.

You accidentally touched the man's jacket and gasped. It was soft to the touch and a beautiful light grey colour, the amount of puff perfect to protect the owner from a cold. But yet, there was a stain not only on the white shirt the man wore but on the jacket as well. A brown ugly colour which stood out a hundred times more.

Trying to wipe it off, but instead smearing the stain, even more, panicking inside.

A hand clasped over yours, rough but smooth feeling at the same time.

"Hey, it's alright." You look up and into the eyes of Lee Taemin, the top student in your Chemistry department.

Shaking your head, you took another sip of the hot chocolate. "But Taemin really, just what happened with that shirt and jacket?"

"Well the shirt is gone, thank goodness for that. And the jacket, well...."

That was three years ago, never would you have imagined that your life would revolve around his. That the both of you knew, that you were soulmates, shared over a cup of hot chocolate.

A few dates here and there, never without a cup of hot chocolate and one of his awful pick-up lines.

"So you wanna... hot chocolate and chill?"

"Lee Taemin If you ask me that one more time, I will dump my hot chocolate on you."

Getting closer to him meant that you saw more than just his appearance. Although he is rich and finding out later on that the jacket and shirt you spilled your drink on was Louis Vuitton branded. Panicking aside, you didn't care about the money or the looks. His personality is what hit you the most. Gentle, kind, reassuring, always willing to listen to your problems, on and on.

He was the one.

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"Yo sis when are you coming home for Christmas?"

Two weeks before Christmas day and work had become more tiring than ever. Everyone wanted to get results out before the holidays, but that puts you into working overtime. Taemin was the same, the business booming with less paperwork and more physical work needed.

You sighed while washing the dishes, your neck cramping up as your younger brother Mark complained about how he and the rest of your family could only see you once or twice a year. It wasn't your fault that the company wouldn't give time off longer than six weeks total.

"Um, I'm not sure I'll be able to come this year. Work is getting busier and they need all the help they can get."

Mark sighed on the other side of the phone while opening a bag of chips and stuffing a handful into his mouth. "hy dun yu qut he job?"

"What?"

"I said why don't you quit the job?"

"Mark I already told you, I worked there for an internship and they liked me so I just stayed. Plus it's way easier than having to search for one." You washed the last plate and moved to the couch, your feet sore from standing.

"Doesn't your fiance have his own business? Can't he just hire you as his secretary or something?"

"Fiance? Mark we aren't engaged."

"Huh? But Taemin was texting me what kind of a ring to get you?"

"WHAT!?" Standing up as fast as lightning resulted in a stubbed toe. "Oops, I said too much. BYE SIS I LOVE YOU TEXT ME IF YOU'RE COMING HOME."

"MARK YOU LITTLE SH-" and the line went dead.

Massaging your baby toe, you grumbled. "What the hell was that?"

The lock jingled as Taemin opened the door, his cheeks a soft shade of pink wrapped up in a plaid scarf and a gray puffer jacket....yes, the same one you spilled the drink on.

"Baby I'm home, give me hugs." You laughed and ran to hug him, complaining at how cold he was.

"I was just outside!"

"I know but still!"

Christmas Music was softly played as you both were in the kitchen cooking a delicious dinner. Having too much wine even before the meal resulted in yet another spill, thankfully not on anyone's clothing.

Chatter about work became the main topic for tonight's conversations, Taemin complaining about Lucas and Chenle.

"I swear those two will be the death of me, especially Lucas. He's so tall and annoying sometimes, and too loud."

"But Taemin you let them work with you."

"...It was a mistake."

More wine and cuddles, picking a good Christmas movie on Netflix. You snuggled up against Taemin's side, working the remote while he drank his wine from his free hand. After deciding on Elf, you decided to finally ask what was on your mind the whole day.

"Taemin.....what was Mark talking about that you were trying to buy me a ring?"

Taemin choked again on his wine, spitting it back into the cup and cringing in disgust. "W-whatever do you mean darling? A ring? What ring? I see no ring?" he awkwardly chuckles as you eye him weirdly, pressing your hand on his forehead.

"Baby, is something wrong?" He shakes his head. You, on the other hand, don't buy it.

"Taemin you can tell me anything it's okay."

He takes a deep breath and stands up.

You, in your sweats and one of his oversized shirts and him, also wearing sweats and an oversized shirt. Elf playing in the background, the Christmas tree lit up. He figures there was no better opportunity than to do it here. Slowly, Taemin gets down on one knee and reaches in his pocket. A velvet box perched on his hand. Your reflexes immediately bring your own hands to your mouth, gasping when he opens the box to reveal a beautiful ring. Simple yet elegant, the light hitting all the perfect points of the diamond perched on top of the gold band, showing colours of pastel pink and purple.

"Y/N, I know we both probably don't look the best right now but I know for sure this is how I want to spend the rest of my life....with you. Will you marry me?"

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"HOLY SHIT! I knew it!" You chuckled as you packed your luggage. Mark was cheering on the other side of the phone and you knew it would last ages.

"Alright alright, Mark I get it! He proposed the wedding won't be until a while okay?

Mark laughed. "Okay okay, sis I get it. By the way, are you coming? Mom and dad have been nagging me to ask you almost every day."

"...yeah I'm coming. Taemin got me a ticket to see you guys so pick me up from the airport at 3:00 pm tomorrow okay?"

The call ended shortly after that, packing all of the essentials needed for the one week trip. You admired the engagement ring, smiling. It was perfect.

But not everyone agreed.

Later that evening you and Taemin reached his parents' condominium, him ringing the doorbell as you held the still steaming fruit cake in your hands, nervous as ever.

The door swung open and Taemin's mother engulfed him in a hug, giving kisses to both of his cheeks.

"Hello, mother nice to see you again."

"Oh come in, you must be hungry." His mother moved her eyes to you, as you tried to bow but almost dropping the cake. She discreetly rolled her eyes and gestured her son to come in, leaving you to fend for yourself.

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The clinking of glasses surrounded the home, small talk developing. What you thought was a small family dinner turned out to be a whole relative get-together for the holidays. You felt out of place in your dress not tailored to your style, standing beside Taemin for most of the night while you felt the chilling stares of disapproval.

Taemin gently placed his hand in yours, guiding you to the middle of the dining room table. With a clink of his glass, the room became silent.

"I have an announcement to make." he began. "As you all know my girlfriend Y/N, two days ago we have entered into a new chapter of our lives. We're engaged."

The silence, the moving eyes, you felt your stomach drop. Everyone goes back to their small talk and you looked at Taemin, showing a small smile. He bends closer towards you, his breath tickling your ears, "they will warm up to the news, it's still a little shocking to them."

After excusing yourself to use the washroom, you accidentally bump into Taemin's mother, who scoffs under her breath.

"Still clumsy as ever I see? You never learn."

You turn around. "Pardon me?"

"I see you forced my son to marry you? Why? What is your reason with him? Surely you're in it for the money?" Her eyes going cold.

"No! I would never do such a thing, Madam. He was the one that proposed to me. I love him."

Her eyes judge you up and down, taking sight of your second hand "fancy" dress. "Never will I let my son marry a commoner like you." With that, she walked away, your thoughts and tears clouding your vision, second-guessing everything.

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The ride home was silent, your fingers fiddling with the ring on your left hand. Taemin humming to a song on the local radio.

His hand finds yours and you hold it like there's no tomorrow, fearing for what you will do next.

Your mind is split into two, your persona leaning more into option two. For even though it will hurt, it's better than to live your life in agony.

Once back at home you quickly remove your shoes and run to your shared bedroom, slamming the door. Taemin places down the keys at the entrance table and slanders over to the door, knocking it ever so lightly that if you weren't so close to the doors, you would have missed it.

"Love, are you alright? I know the silence at the party was unexpected but I promise you, every-" "Do you really love me?"

Taemin was taken aback, you had never asked him such a thing.

"I'm sorry?"

You opened the door and he saw you tear-faced. "Do you really love me Lee Taemin?"

"Oh Y/N, of course, I love you, why did you think I would ask you to marry me?"

You shrug. "Oh I don't know, maybe because you feel bad about me being poor and a commoner and you think that a handsome rich man like you would make all my troubles disappear." venom like words followed after that. Maybe it was because you had a little bit too much to drink or you couldn't take it anymore. But whatever it was, the last few words and the actions that followed made Taemin's heart break.

"Let's call off the engagement." and the ring was placed into his hand.

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Mark had picked you up from the airport and didn't question your puffy eyes or tiredness. He simply drove you home and warned your parents beforehand not to ask anything about the engagement, hearing the news from Taemin.

You slept most of the time, while awake your mind wandered to the conversation from yesterday night with his mother, feeling disgusted at yourself.

Mark had knocked on your door to let you know he was running some late-night errands and that dinner was ready but you didn't have the energy to get out of bed.

That was Christmas eve.

Christmas day was a different story.

Trying not to make the mood so down, you acted cheery in front of your parents, like nothing happened. Throughout the day that act became real, with you cracking some jokes with your father like old times, and helping your mother cook.

Mark hadn't been at home for most of the day until the three of you sat down and waited. The doorbell rang not too long after. "Y/N honey please get the door."

Grumbling, you hoped it was Mark as you were starving. But you slammed the door right away.

The man you didn't want to see, was at your front door, in your home country. Carrying a bouquet of roses. What scared you though was how similar he looked to you. Red puffy eyes as if he had been recently crying (you covered yours up with lots of concealer), and a tired expression.

"Y/N honey who was that?"

"N-no one mom." You opened the door a tiny crack and Mark fully pushed the door open, dragging Taemin inside as well.

"Mom we have a guest over."

The roses were placed in an empty pot filled with water, the silence unbearable for you.

"So Taemin, how is the business doing?" Your father tried to make small talk with the man who he had only seen a handful of times.

"It's going well sir.....I'm preparing for the next big sales for New Year's."

Your father nodded and it was silent yet again.

"Anyone up for dessert?"

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Hot chocolate was given to drink in the living room, but Mark intercepted and stopped at two, signalling his parents to watch the two people who haven't spoken in a day to each other.

A day to a one-person may seem like a normal thing to others, but for these two, their new chapter had been shattered and it was only a matter of time before it was lost.

You drank your hot chocolate with questions floating all over the place.

Clearing your throat, you decided to eliminate the elephant in the room.

"Why did you co-" "I'm sorry."

Silence.

"Y/N I'm so sorry for everything. After you left, I confronted my parents and my mother told me what she said to you." That hit a nerve, as you visibly winced at the fresh memory.

Taemin continued. "For years they wanted me to have an arranged marriage with someone they liked and who was in our social circle. I was willing to agree with it until I met you. Remember when I said you were the blessing to my curse? You didn't only save me from wearing that awful shirt."

You tried to stifle a laugh and he smiled. "But you also saved me from conforming to my social norms, to be the odd one out, to follow my dreams, to know what it's like to really fall in love. And I never, ever want to lose that."

Taemin placed his hot chocolate on the table, took a deep breath and slowly went down on one knee. He took out the velvet box from his pocket and opened up to reveal the same engagement ring. Although in a different country, the lighting hits the diamond perfectly.

"Again, I know you and I don't look the best right now, but I know for sure I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I will make sure nothing gets in our way and I will love you unconditionally. L/N Y/N, would you do the honours of becoming my wife?"

Placing your hot chocolate down, you wiped stray tears that came out of your eyes, hugging Taemin and mumbling yes. He smiles and hugs you back, pulling away to place the ring back on your finger, where it belongs.

The both of you share a kiss, accidentally pushing the table and spilling both hot chocolates, laughing.

For a sweet romance that started with a cup of spilled hot chocolate.