#goddd the things I do for Nicky Valentino

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Hc&C Day

Nicky Valentino x reader (Gender-neutral)

Warnings: None as far as I know!

Word count: 1262

A/n: So, uhm. This is the first thing I’ve written in a really long time, and it’s the first thing I’ve finished so I’m pretty nervous. I hope you guys enjoy it. I drank a lot of hot cocoa while writing this. Thank you for reading and I hope you have a good day! If you enjoyed it, please reblog!

Cold New York snow drifts through the air, contrasting the comforting warmth of Nicky and I’s shared home. It still felt so spectacular to say that. Our home. It felt right. It was something that was so meant to be it was like hot cocoa and marshmallows. Warm and sweet.

“So what’s the schedule for today, boss?” I teasingly break the late morning silence as I finish off the tea I was drinking.

Nicky looks up from the newspaper he’s reading with his signature smirk. “You ain’t gonna believe this...but we got nothin’ on our schedule. we’re free for the day, toots. Our schedule is whatever you decide it to be.”

“Ooo okay. How about…,” I start, looking out of our large window in thought before an idea pops in my head, “How about we have a hc&c day?”

“Why don’t ya educate me on what that is, gorgeous?” Nicky asks, setting the paper down and giving his full attention to me, interest dancing in his loving hazel eyes.

“It’s a little thing my dad used to do for me and my siblings. We’d all make hot cocoa and add something fun to each cup for each other. I always gave my siblings and dad whipped cream. After making the hot cocoa, we’d gather up all our favorite fluffy blankets and cuddle up by a window and watch the snow and talk. Or we’d nap. Or we’d get bored and run outside. Hot cocoa and cuddle day!” I explain excitedly, Nicky hanging onto every word as if it were the most important thing he’s ever been told.

“This hc&c day sounds like exactly what we need after our long week. Let’s do it,” Nicky stands and rounds the table to me and helps me up.

“Really? It’s been so long since I’ve done this, I’m surprised I even remember it,” I softly comment, suddenly shy.

“Darling, that’s exactly why we should do it. Come on, let’s go make that hot cocoa together,” Nicky responds, pressing a gentle kiss to my cheek and guiding me to our kitchen.

We move around the kitchen, gathering the couple things we need, navigating around each other with ease. It was as if we were rehearsing a dance we knew by heart. When we came back together, however, things got tricky.

“I wanna put the powder in the milk!”  I complain, making grabby hands towards the package in Nicky’s hand, which was held away from me.

“Well, I have the powder sweetheart, so I’m doing it,” Nicky chides smugly as I reached for it.

“That’s awfully rude of you, Nicholas,” I protest, crossing my arms with a hmph.

“whoa pulling out the full first name over some hot cocoa powder?” He taunts back at me, seemingly unaffected by my pouting.

“It’ll be the full first, middle, and last if you don’t give me that!” I scold, reaching for it again.

“Mmmmm no chance, toots. I’m doin’ it,” He said, “I’ll let you mix if you let me pour the powder.”

I thought for a moment before responding, “Fine, it’s a deal, Valentino. Come here.”

Nicky looks at me, leaning closer. Our lips meet for a short, warm, playful kiss.

“It’s a deal,” he repeats, measuring out and dumping the power into the heated milk. He opens a drawer and pulls out a spoon, handing it to me. I gladly take it and stir the hot cocoa.

“So, what are you gonna put in my cocoa?” Nicky inquires, wrapping his arms around my waist and hugging me from behind.

“Poison,” I reply nonchalantly, earning a soft laugh from him.

“I don’t think we have any handy, love. You’re gonna have to pick something else,” Nicky chuckles as he buries his face in my neck.

I let out a jokingly disappointed hum and think as I lean my head back against him. “Marshmallows. How about you?”

“It’s a surprise, beautiful,” He responds, letting go of me to grab two mugs. He sets them down on the counter

“iT’s a suRpRIsE, BeaUTifUl!” I mock him, making my voice a similar level to his and adding a terrible new york mobster accent to my voice.

 Nicky lets out a short bark of laughter at my indignant mocking. “You’ll love it, toots. I promise.”

“I know I will, I’m just messing with you, baby,” I assure him as I pour the hot cocoa into the mugs. “In any case, you’re gonna have to show me in order to put it in my drink.”

“Not if you turn around,” he hands me a mug. “Why don’t you put those marshmallows in while I put your thing in yours?”

I reluctantly take the mug and marshmallows and turn my back to him and his shenanigans. “You better be fast with poisoning my drink. Is this because I hid our marriage certificate so you couldn’t ‘return me without the receipt’? Must you resort to illegal ways?”

“Mi amore, I wouldn’t dream of poisoning you, even if you would. Where is it, by the way?” Nicky responds. 

“Hm. In the secret room behind the bookcase,” I hum, dropping a few marshmallows in the chocolatey drink.

“Good to know.” I feel his hands settle on either side of my waist and turn me around to face him. “All done, love,” Nicky leans forward for a kiss. I’m quick to meet him in the middle, and we share a tender kiss, filled with our electrifying love for one another. Nicky lets out a happy hum as we part. “I love bein’ married to you.”

“Likewise, Nicky. I can’t believe I get to spend forever with you,” I sigh and hold his hands.

“Me neither, what do you say we go get those blankets and cuddle by the window?” Nicky grabs his cocoa and pulls me away from the counter. 

I nod and grab my cocoa. “I’d love nothing more.” We grab a large heavy blanket and several pillows and make a cozy nest out of it.

 As we settle in it, Nicky wraps the blanket around both of us and pulls me into his arms. I feel myself relax against him and I take a sip of my hot cocoa. I sputter a bit as my brain races to figure out what flavor was added to it. Nicky laughs softly and takes a sip of his own drink.

“Nicky...did you add caramel to this?” I ask, looking up at him in confusion.

“Do you like it?”

I take another drink and feel the warmth of the drink spread throughout me. “Yeah, it’s different but pretty good.”

We watch the snow fall and settle on the ground outside, a peaceful silence washing over us as we hold each other and drink our hot cocoa. I don’t know if it’s the drink, the calming snowfall, cuddling with Nicky, or all of the above but I feel a wave of sleepiness tug at my eyelids.

“This has got to be one of the best moments ever,” Nicky murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “Getting to spend a nice quiet day with my one true love in my arms is exactly what I dreamed of my future bein’ like.”

My only response was setting my mug down and fully laying against him, pressing a lazy kiss to his jaw, and laying my head on his shoulder. I nuzzle against his neck and close my eyes, letting myself drift off into one of the best naps I’ve ever had.

“Ti amo, (y/n).”