#the goal being to have melted chocolate with the marshmallow and No Graham Cracker. sometimes the graham cracker is too dry

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S'mores !!!!

[milesfromjapan]

Fireside Nights

a/n: i really miss it being cold outside and shawn’s hp snapchat gave me feels.

With the fire crackling next to your head, the world felt calm. You sighed contentedly and closed your eyes, letting yourself enjoy the warmth of the fire dancing across your skin. You hummed softly to yourself as a calm came over you before shrugging off your sweater, not needing it anymore since the fire was blazing next to you. You leaned back against the sofa, grateful for moments like these when the world felt far away and all you felt was comfort and warmth and love, so much love.

“Goddamn, you’re beautiful.”

Shawn’s words pulled you out of your head and back to him. You looked over to see him leaned against the doorway, a pair of shorts hanging loosely off his hips and a thin t-shirt clinging to his torso, with two mugs overflowing with marshmallows in his hands. He was so beautiful with his hair completely undone and a lazy smile on his face like that. 

“You did not get the big marshmallows,” you practically moaned when you took notice of the large marshmallows floating on top of the mugs, blocking the hot chocolate from view.

“You like them better,” he shrugged, a lazy smile on his face as he handed you your favorite blue mug.

You immediately popped one of the massive marshmallows into your mouth, the hot chocolate that had soaked into it running down your throat, warning you up from the inside. Shawn sat on the pillow-covered ground next to you, his marshmallows bobbing in his mug with his movements. He let out a long sigh of relief when none of it spilled and popped a dripping marshmallow into his mouth as a reward, letting out a satisfied hum at the sweetness.

“10 out of 10,” you laughed. “Master of not spilling his hot chocolate.”

Shawn laughed, but he still had the marshmallow in his mouth so it came out muffled, followed by a choking sound, then more laughter as he tried to keep marshmallow from spraying out of his mouth. You openly laughed at his struggles causing him to feign being hurt, throwing his best puppy dog eyes your way and jutting his bottom lip out. The expression was cute and he knew it, but you didn’t fall for it that time.

“Nope,” you picked up another sticky marshmallow with two of your fingers, “sometimes my role in your life is to laugh at your pain.”

He shook his head before fighting back the marshmallows to take a sip of his hot chocolate.

“You know, hot chocolate is more of a winter-”

“Don’t you dare,” you cut him off. “I needed to wear a jacket outside today, meaning it is hot chocolate weather. Hot chocolate is appropriate whenever I have to wear a jacket.”

Shawn put his free hand up, declaring himself the loser of the argument and resigning to agreeing with your clearly superior opinion. You laughed, which made him laugh again. You loved his laugh. It made your heartbeat pick up just a little and the love you felt for him warm you like your hot chocolate was doing, but deeper down inside you.

“Ready?” he asked you.

“Always.”

Your best Snape impression made him say, "God, you suck,” with a shake of his head. “I think I’ll keep you anyway.”

“Oh please, like I’d let you get rid of me,” you joked back.

He smiled that lazy smile of his that made you roll your eyes as he pressed play on the remote and the familiar music flooded the apartment. You loudly sang along to the notes in a series of ‘dun’ and ‘dah’ noises, probably off-key, but he didn’t care. He just laughed and joined along as much as he laughter would let him. The introductory music to Harry Potter is a classic and you’d fight anyone who disagreed.

You scooted over toward Shawn so your leg was pressed against his, but that clearly wasn’t enough contact for Shawn. He pulled his arms back wide and gestured for you to move to sit in between his legs. He took your hot chocolate from you in an act of self-preservation so you could slide into between his legs without creating a mess all over him. When you settled with your back against his warm chest, you took your hot chocolate back greedily, your fingers begging for the warm cup. He kissed your head, clearly amused by your actions before turning his attention toward the film. You both knew practically every word by heart, but that didn’t mean you watched it absentmindedly. Harry Potter was serious business, even if Half-Blood Prince wasn’t either of your favorite movies. You loved Goblet of Fire. Shawn was partial to Order of the Phoenix.

You drank your hot chocolate slowly, trying to balance savoring each sip and making sure it didn’t get too cold as the movie began. Shawn’s free hand was drawing lazy shapes on your hip under your shirt. He always had a hand on you, keeping you close, but you were pretty sure he didn’t do it consciously. He just liked the way your skin felt under his fingertips. His long, strong arms wrapped around your stomach, securing you to him. His chin rested on your shoulder, his ear pressed against yours.

“Hi there,” you chuckled, reaching a hand up to run your fingers through his messy, chocolate curls, fluffing them up with your actions. “You’re pretty cute.” 

“Yeah, well, you’re stunning.”

Shawn kissed your temple before relaxing his head back, full attention returning to the movie with one of his arms around your stomach, keeping you close. As the movie continued, Shawn kept bringing you closer and closer to him until you were basically on top of him, curled into his chest, your head raising and lowering with each breath he took. The fire was still dancing across your skin, which in combination with Shawn, was making you feel warm from head to toe, inside and out. One of his large hands was gently rubbing up and down your back and his eyes were trained on the screen, watching Ron under the influence of a love potion and his subsequent love of a girl he’d never met.

“I was that stupid over you the first time I met you,” Shawn spoke softly. “Everyone thought I was going nuts because I straight up could not stop talking about you.”

You smiled softly before replying, “Oh trust me, the feeling was mutual. I was so into you. My roommates were so sick of hearing about you.” 

“You think your roommates were sick of you? Try asking the guys I was writing with then,” he laughed. “Pretty sure they wanted to punch me. I kept asking them for advice and flipping out everytime you texted me. We got, like, nothing done because I was so obsessed about making sure I was doing and saying everything right. Like, a ten-word text would take me fifteen minutes to figure out.”

“And you’re supposed to be good at expressing your emotions,” you joked. “I just flew by the seat of my pants, to be honest. If I thought too much, I never would’ve texted you back.” You looked up at him before asking, “Any chance you’ve got chocolate and graham crackers to go with the extra marshmallows?”

“Yes to the chocolate, definitely no to the graham crackers,” he replied. “Sorry, babe.”

“Roasted marshmallows then?” you asked.

“Down for whatever you want to do.”

He kissed your head as you snuggled back into his chest. You were wrapped up in him, his heartbeat making you feel steady and loved. The crackling of the fire in combination with one of your favorite movies with one of your favorite people was making your heart feel so full as the movie came to a close. The credits began to roll across the screen and you rolled out of Shawn’s grasp, stretching out, unstiffening joints that hadn’t moved on almost two hours. A crack from Shawn’s direction let you know he was doing exactly what you were doing. Turns out, he was doing it faster because he reached out from above you and hoisted you up off the ground, making you squeal and him laugh loudly.

He half-carried, half-dragged you toward the kitchen, your sock-covered feet skating across the slick flooring. When you got to the kitchen, you could see the bag of marshmallows waiting on the counter. Shawn’s fingers laced in between yours as you reached the counter, his strong arms controlling yours as he made you reach for the marshmallows, stopping you just inches short of your sugary sweet goal.

“Are you having trouble there?” Shawn teased. “Just grab them, babe. Come on. This is easy! Just grab the marshmallows!”

You whined and slammed your back against his chest, making him stumble back half a step and a lough laugh escape his throat. You’d been hearing that beautiful sound a lot tonight and it made your heart happy each time you heard it. He finally surrendered, releasing your hands to allow you to capture your prize. You sighed in relief, holding the bag tightly in your hands, before letting Shawn guide you back to your spot in front of the fire.

“You said you’d never use these,” you sang softly as you spiked a marshmallow with a roasting stick, “but yet, here we are.”

“I literally only use these with you and when I’m drunk,” Shawn countered before copying your movements as you started to roast your marshmallow, keeping it just above the flames so it didn’t burn. “These are definitely still a gift for you in disguise as a gift for me.”

“I can’t hear you over the sound of my marshmallow starting to melt.”

Shawn scoffed before he stuck his marshmallow directly into the flames, lighting it on fire. He liked his burnt, one of his major flaws. He pulled the marshmallow out once it was blackened to his liking and quickly put the flames out so it didn’t char past what he wanted. You were patient, letting your marshmallow gently brown over the flames, toasting the edges softly. Shawn cursed as he bit down on the marshmallow and you snorted.

“Well, you set it on fire. Of course it’s hot,” you informed him with a roll of your eyes.

“You know, I didn’t ask for you,” Shawn teased back. “Maybe I’ll return you. I just gotta find the receipt.”

“Nah, you’ve passed the ninety-day limit on returns, so you’ve got to keep me,” you countered easily.

“Damn,” Shawn laughed, unable to keep a straight face anymore.

You shoved his shoulder playfully. He barely kept his black marshmallow from hitting the ground as he stumbled to the side, catching his weight on his forearm. He glared at you before shoving you back. You were prepared for his retaliation and you barely budged. Shawn huffed in annoyance before popping his definitely still too hot marshmallow into his mouth just as you pulled your superiority toasted one from above the fire.

You blew on your marshmallow for a minute as Shawn lit his second one on fire, popping it into your mouth when it was sufficiently cooled, humming in pleasure at the warm, sugary, sticky goodness.

“Marshmallows are straight from heaven,” you informed Shawn as he repeated his mistakes from his first marshmallow, burning his mouth again with his second one.

“You must have brought them with you when you came down.”

Shawn’s face was smug, a smile playing at the corner of his lips as he relished in his corny joke. You rolled your eyes as slowly and in the most exaggerated manner you could, making him bark out a laugh as you started to properly roast your second. Lightly brown was the way to go. He could burn marshmallows in front of you for the rest of your life, but you’d always make fun of him for it.

Shawn put his stick aside and slid behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and tucking his face into your neck. You felt his chest expand against your back as he took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, his breath fanning out across your skin, as he relaxed into you. You felt the tension melting from his shoulders with each passing second. You took your free hand and softly rubbed one of his forearms.

“I love you,” you told him softly. “You’re my little snug bug.”

Shawn chuckled against your skin and placed a gentle kiss there before replying, “I love you too, even if you might prefer marshmallows to me.” 

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