#Hot Chocolate time

[holylulusworld]

Hot Chocolate time

Summary: Christmas is near. You and Lee want to get the most out of it.

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: fluff, established relationship, Christmas fluff

Catch up here: Snuggle Time & Snuggle & Cuddle

“Lee? Baby? Where are you?” You walk into the house, your arms full of all the things you’ll need for Christmas. “I got more toffees and the candy canes you love so much!”

“Candy canes?” Lee jogs toward you; he takes the three paper bags filled with food and sweets out of your hands. He tuts before pecking your cheek. “I told you not to carry heavy things. Next time, you’ll let me handle this.”

“I wanted to bring everything inside before the snowstorm gets worse,” you shiver and whine. “It’s so cold outside, and the snow is falling even harder.”

Lee hurriedly brings the bags into the kitchen. He looks out of the window, sighing. There's no way he can make it to the police station. “I won’t even make it out of the house. How did you make it back home?”

“Willpower,” you giggle. “Uh—I got lucky. The snowplow was driving in front of me.” You wink at Lee. “If not, I’d be stuck at the grocery store for days.”

“Why didn’t you wake me, Chipmunk?” He looks over his shoulder to watch you unpack the groceries. “I could’ve handled the grocery run for you.”

“I wanted to buy more hot chocolate.” You wink at Lee. “Now we got everything we’ll need for the next few days. Hopefully, there’s no emergency, and you can stay at home.”

“I guess they got the shifts covered.” Lee shrugs. “I’ll call and ask if they need me. If not, I’ll stay home.”

“They can call you if it’s an emergency,” you grumble. “It’s so cold, and the snow masses won’t go away soon. You can’t go out there, Lee!” You put your hands on your hips and huff. “I won’t let you leave!”

“Aw, my little Chipmunk tries to keep me hostage at my house,” Lee purrs and steals a candy cane. “How about I call the guys and ask if they need me, and you can prepare the hot chocolate? I don’t think they want me to leave the house today.”

You smile to yourself hearing Lee call his colleagues. He hums and tells them to contact him if they need help. “Everything is good. They won’t need me today, Y/N.”

“In here,” you call from the kitchen. “The hot chocolate is ready! I added your favorite mini marshmallows.”

Lee strolls back into the kitchen. He grins from ear to ear, smelling the hot chocolate. Lee licks his lips as he steps toward the kitchen counter. “You know my weakness.”

“Of course I do, Lee baby,” you coo, and hand him the mug you prepared for him. “I hope you like it.”

“I will love it because you made it…” Lee pecks your lips. “Because I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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[huariqueje]

Time to drink hot chocolate - EmilyPowell , 2023.

British, b. 1990 -

Mixed media on canvas , 41 x 51 cm.

[notherpuppet]

Huskerdust 💗💗💗💗

[peacefulandcozy]

Instagram credit: danielapardor

[grimlyink-but-creative]

Well if it isn’t Wally Darling, playing in the snow! He’d love to have your help building a snowfriend! You both might get hot chocolate after!

⚠️glitches and bright colors warning!⚠️

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[readtheuniverse]

[fullcravings]

Crock Pot Hot Chocolate Recipe

[mblue-art]

happy birthday cross !! it's always a delight to see your genuine smile, and i mean it when i say it's an absolute treasure to me !!

(meme src)

[avocado62524]

[expelliarmus]

[dread-and-despair-dyke]

i wish we all lived in a big apartment complex together so we cld all knock on eachothers doors sometimes or hear the other ppl shuffling around and sometimes we wld see eachother out on the balcony like smoking or whatever else . and sometimes we cld hang out or get drunk together. u know

[dearautumn]

imagine snuggling up on here on christmas eve

[simpingforcys]

Can't stop thinking rn about King Candy in his Royal study, sitting across the large table that is his desk looking over papers of the kingdom and new designs for karts or the race. Half of it being actual paper work about politics, the other half being just his own ideas of how to make the game slightly more about him.

He could give himself a new racing outfit, though he's very fond of his gloves and racing goggles (a color he chose himself that definitely didn't give away anything about him). When he feels his eyes getting tired, he gets none other than the other sized glasses he somehow always has on hand. They look so silly oversized on him but no one else is around (aside from Sour Bill to bring him what he needs every now and then).

And everything he signs in the signature he created for his King Candy disguise. He can't sign things as TURBO, and definitely not in crooked, wild letters that look like graffiti with a pen. I'm willing to bet he had to teach himself (or coded in himself) hand writing to sign as King Candy.

[sorio99]

Knowing “Nerdy Prudes Must Die” was the first idea the Lang brothers had for Hatchetfield makes the whole series so much funnier.

Like, did they know in “The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals” that the weirdo who demanded a hot chocolate would be the leading man of the high school horror show?

Did they know the prude they mentioned a few times would be a homophobic murderer who defiled a corpse, fucked a ghost, and became a vessel for dark lords?

Was the homeless man joke in BEFORE the recast because they were still brothers, or not?

[newwavesylviaplath]

dec 01

[lulublack90]

Prompt 13 - Hot Chocolate

@wolfstarmicrofic December 13, word count 353

Snow was falling outside. The fire was crackling merrily, and Remus had a new book to curl up with on this perfect winter's day. The only thing missing was a nice mug of hot chocolate. 

He got the pan out to heat up the milk. He set it on the hob to heat and went in search of the tin of hot chocolate. He found it in the cupboard with the tea things. Opened the lid and nearly cried. It was empty. 

He growled as he turned to turn off the pan of heating milk. He would gut whoever put the empty tin back in the cupboard. His money was on James. That man was a disaster. 

He left everything as it was, too annoyed to put anything away and tried his hardest to relax with his book. Eventually, he gave up and watched the snow fall out of the living room window. 

He thought about going out and buying more hot chocolate. He’d have to get bundled up and go and find his muggle money, but he’d never settle without it. 

Remus had just hauled himself out of his chair when the front door banged open. Sirius walked into the house, covered in snow and wrapped head to toe in Effie's homemade knitted items.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Sirius’s voice was muffled by his scarf. He took it off, along with his coat, gloves and hat, before shaking his hair out. That’s when Remus noticed the carrier bag by his feet. 

“Did you go to the shop?” He asked hopefully. Sirius grinned at him. 

“Couldn’t find your hot chocolate, huh?”  

Remus rushed forward as Sirius plucked the familiar red tin from the shopping bag. 

“I love you,” He gushed, kissing Sirius chastely on the lips and rushing off to the kitchen to finally make his hot chocolate. 

“Make me one too, will you?” Sirius called after him as Remus busied himself with opening the tin and carefully measuring out far more of the chocolate powder than the tin said to use. He couldn’t wait to finally get to do what he’d planned to do.