#Marshmallow x Icy

[star-sara]

Aquí estoy para finalmente anunciar, algunos de los ships canons de Candyverse!

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Here I am finally to announce, some of the candyverse canon ships !

Chicle!Killer x WMC!Jaja

Cotton Candy!Error x Blueberry!Berry

Marshmallow!Reaper x Icy!Dust

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Chicle!Killer, Cotton Candy!Error, Marshmallow!Reaper, Icy!Dust y/And el/the au → me pertenecen/them belong to me !

WMC!Jaja → @cr33pyjaja /@the-creator-undertale-au

Blueberry!Berry → @berrytales

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[the-creator-undertale-au]

Ice Mochi (my OC)

Age: 11

Height: 130 cm (4'2)

Gender/sex: female

Parents: Marshmallow x Icy (Reaper x dust)

Favorite animal: bunny

Statut: single

AU by @star-sara

[suashii]

꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ 𝐵𝒜𝐵𝒴 𝐼𝒯'𝒮 𝒞𝒪𝐿𝒟 𝒪𝒰𝒯𝒮𝐼𝒟𝐸

info ⭑ nagi seishiro x reader ﾉ 0.9k wc ﾉ sfw ﾉ fluff 

note ⭑ something short and sweet for the boy! it's been a while since i've written so forgive me if i'm rusty :3 

“jeez, sei, walk any closer and people might start thinking you’re my shadow,” you mumble into your scarf, tipping your chin up so your next words will be more audible. you’re walking home with nagi now but instead of the man taking steps beside you, he’s closely tracing your footsteps, arms wrapped around you and his hands stuffed in your pockets with yours. 

he’s stuck to you like super glue—like you’re his personal space heater.

“can’t help it,” he speaks up from behind you. if he’s able to get any closer, he does with his words. “it’s starting to get cold.”

besides being a notorious homebody, your boyfriend hates the cold. he hates how it makes his fingertips numb and his skin flush bright red and he especially hates how it makes his nose runny. even now, when the temperatures have yet to hit their coldest, he has a coat zipped up over his hoodie and a crochet bunny beanie sitting atop his head. snowy tufts of hair stick out from the hat but he’s sure to have the tops of his ears tucked away.

“poor baby,” you coo, fumbling for his hand in your pocket. you give it a squeeze before bringing up a suggestion that might help chase the chill away. “want some hot chocolate when we get home?”

you can practically feel him perk up behind you at the offer. nagi may hate the cold, but he loves getting warmed up—especially if it’s with you. he settles his chin on the top of your head and hums a confirmation, the vibration giving you all the answer you need.

he can’t see it, but you smile as you give his hand another loving squeeze. “anything for you, my snow prince.”

nagi groans at the unwanted nickname but it does little–nothing, really–to deter him from hanging off of you the rest of the way home.

it’s not long before the two of you are back at your apartment, settling into the warmth of the unit. while nagi readies the living room for your cozy night in, you stand at the counter with two mugs in front of you and a pot of milk heating up on the stove. the lyrics of the song that’s been stuck in your head these days drift through the air as you make your way about the kitchen to grab whipped cream from the fridge and marshmallows from the pantry.

when you’re back at your workstation and preparing to assemble your warm drinks, you call out for nagi. he’s particularly picky when it comes to the ratio of toppings and you’ve learned it’s best to simply have him supervise. you expect to hear his heavy footsteps alerting you of his arrival but are instead met with his icy hands snaking up beneath your hoodie.

you flinch and then squeal at the sensation, turning around in his hold to scold him. “sei! your hands are freezing!”

any attempt to push him away is futile. despite his lazy exterior characterized by oversized clothes and his floppy-eared hat, nagi is stronger than he looks. his grasp isn’t painful but it’s firm, like he has no intention of letting you go.

he pulls you closer and buries his head into your neck. his voice is muffled when he says, “i know,” he draws out the vowel, “but you aren’t. just help me get warm.”

“i’m trying to do that but it’s a bit hard when your ice packs for hands are up my shirt.” you turn your head to leave a kiss behind his ear as an incentive for him to let you get back to your task. it works, nagi loosening his hold on you in favor of standing at your side. there’s a pout on his lips but he silently watches and waits for you to continue making the drinks.

without the cute distraction, you’re able to pour the milk into each of the mugs and combine the liquid and powder to make the rich, chocolatey base. you add a pretty swirl of whipped cream to your cup before turning to nagi and spraying some of the sweet foam into his mouth. his cheeks puff out and you giggle at the sight before returning your attention to the mugs and beginning to add the whipped topping to nagi’s. through a mouthful, he tells you when to stop.

fluffy marshmallows come next. you sprinkle the minis on between each cup, glancing at nagi to see when you’ve reached his desired amount. he licks the lingering cream off of his lips while he nods in a silent gesture for you to continue. you’re sure you’re going to run out of space to pile them on when he finally says you’ve added enough. like usually, you dig into the bag for a few more of the bouncy treats to feed to your boyfriend.

he happily chews away while you return the ingredients to their place in the kitchen. you join him at the counter as he’s swallowing and like a magnet, he pulls you into him. you don’t fight it this time, choosing to melt into his hold instead.

nagi dips his head down, whispering a quiet, “thank you,” against your lips before capturing them in a kiss. he tastes like dessert, his mouth sweet from the whipped cream and marshmallows, lips soft from the chapstick he’s consistent about putting on in the colder months. and, unlike the rest of him, they’re warm.

you pull away with a smile, jerking your head in the direction of the mugs. “shall we go get warm under the blanket?”

he nods. “sounds good.”

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[strangerxperv]

And They Were Roommates

Roommate Billy Hargrove x Reader "Marshmallow"

NSFW/ MINORS BEGONE!

Warning: Billy is mean, choking, one face slap (but it's not hard), Dom/ Daddy kink, plus size/ curvy reader, and a hit of breeding!

We've talked about roommate Eddie but we've never considered roommate Billy (same universe/ au).

Rooming with Billy is easy in the beginning because he basically leaves you alone.

He either ignores you or uses you to get one nightstands to leave faster in the morning.

He keeps his mess to his room and even helps to keep the apartment clean.

Don't expect him to cook though, he can and he's decent at it, but don't expect it.

Billy walks around the apartment in boxers or just a towel all the time.

"It's my apartment, Marshmallow. If I wanna walk around with my dick out then I fucking will."

He's never made good on that promise but you've started to retaliate.

Walking out of your room with your best bra and short shorts to retrieve a shirt from the laundry. You could feel his eyes on your pretty titties as they bounce softly to each step. He can see your nipples through the cups from his seat on the couch.

Or walking out in the middle of the night when he's kicking a girl out. Slipping from your room with a loose comfy shirt and lacy panties. Just so you can grab some icy cream or a drink.

He hates it because now he's hard again and Billy will have to take matters into his own hand. He doesn't hide that you've made him hard. Nor does Billy jack off quietly and has even kept the door ajar.

[docwritesshit]

Macaque x reader but it’s a SNOWDAY!!

HOLY SHIT THAT WAS FAST

And tbh, missing the cold

Cries in living in the US south

Anyways!

Macaque x Reader

SNOWDAY!

I sincerely feel, in my heart of hearts, this man hates the fucking cold

And when the snow turns icy, there are some… memories that pop up

So when it snows outside, he would much rather curl up in a mountain of blankets with you and cuddle the whole day away

However, if you triple check to make sure the snow is more fluffy than icy, he will join you outside

Snowball fights are almost always him cheating by using shadow portals but you can’t blame him

I feel like he doesn’t make snowmen, he makes snow sculptures. And he will make one of you, and it is good

Snow angels are a very hesitant yes, but he gets into it after a bit

(If you hc him with white fur, he will use that to blend into the snow and surprise you)

But his favorite part of the day is stomping back inside

Because then you both cuddle up in your matching pjs, trash mugs of hot chocolate in hand and just relax

Btw, put extra marshmallows in his. He will refuse to admit it, but he has a sweet tooth :3

[louloulemons-posts]

Could you do a Eddie fic where reader has low iron and is always cold and he like warms her somehow? I have no clue if that made sense sorry 😬

Cold Pumpkins

Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

Word Count : 0.9k

Warnings : not proofread, fluff, Eddie is just a doting boyfriend, cutness, petnames.

A/N : thank you so much for the request i decided to make it cute and autumny too. I hope you enjoyed it 🫶🏻

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You had always been someone who loved the colder months, but sadly the cold didn’t love you. Icy hands, and a cold nose, along with burning ears and the cooler months were now in full swing.

You and Eddie wanted to make the most of your first Halloween together, decided to go to a Pumpkin patch with a few of your friends : Robin and Steve.

Steve was one of those people who was always in multiple layers, and complained he was freezing still. A thick scarf around his neck and gloves on his hands, of course no hat, couldn’t mess up his hair.

Robin didn’t feel the cold, which made sense, she never stood still, always bouncing around keeping her body nice and toasty.

Eddie didn’t like the cold, he liked Spring time when it wasn’t too cool or too warm, he didn’t feel the cold though. Unlike you, who even in the height of summer felt the cold.

You loved it though, crunching through thick snow, snowball fights, chilly autumn air. You found it to be beautiful.

Walking through the patch, Robin ran ahead, pulling Steve along. You don’t know how Eddie had the job of pushing the wheelbarrow, but here we are.

“Look at this one, it’s so cute!” you smiled, picking up a small pumpkin. Eddie stopped next to you, “It’s very cute, think it’s a little small to carve though babe.”

You poured at him, making the boy let out a sigh, “Fine, fine, put it in. Just make sure you get some proper ones too, okay?” You nodded, pecking his cheek, carrying on in front to catch up with Robin who was attempting to lift a huge pumpkin.

Eddie was in shock, your nose was freezing, how were you okay? You must be sick or something to not feel that, you weren’t whining like Harrington- who actually wasn’t that cold due to the 97 layers he had on.

“Maybe we should head for some hot chocolate,” Eddie called.

“Munson that’s the best idea I’ve heard all day,” Steve said, walking back towards him.

This left you and Robin laughing as you struggled with the huge pumpkin. “Who’s that one for?” Your boyfriend asked.

“Me and Robs! Joint effort,” you smiled, helping the girl lift the orange squash into the wheelbarrow.

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie said, as it wobbled under the weight of the vegetable. “Sorry Munson,” Robin laughed, walking ahead to catch up with Steve - mainly to tease him.

“You need help?” you asked.

“I got it don’t worry,” he smiled, turning the wheelbarrow around so you could head back towards the cafe at the other end of the vegetable farm.

You went to hold the front of it so you could steer Eddie down the field, taking off your glove so you could hold onto the metal properly.

“Hey!” he said.

“Hm?”

“Put that back on, you’ll get frostbite and loose all your little fingers.” You rolled your eyes, but listened to the boy.

The walk back to the cafe wasn’t that far away, as it had to be accessible to the families who brought their young kids.

The cafe wasn’t too busy, but there were not seats inside. “Me and Robs will find us somewhere to sit,” You said to the boys, the pair nodded. “Okay Munson, hand it over,” Robin said trying to take the wheelbarrow from him.

“Robs, you’ll kill someone,” he said, moving her hands away and motioning to you. “You got it?” he asked. Humming, you nodded your head “I’m strong.”

“Don’t I know it. Cream and marshmallows?”

“Please.”

“Same for me,” Robin spoke.

“Okay, be back in a sec,” he smiled, kissing your head.

“You guys are so cute, it makes me sick.”

“As if you and Vickie are any better!” That made Robin chuckle, as you made your way to a table. “She’s sorry she couldn’t make it, college and all that.”

“I get the feeling. I’m surprised the four of us got to do it. Shame Nancy and Jonathan couldn’t make it either.”

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The boys were back soon enough, Eddie handing you your hot chocolate and slid into the picnic table next to you. Taking a sip you hummed, “Thank you.”

“Course.”

The cold air blew again, making your hair flutter, putting your hot chocolate down you pulled your hat over your ears and snuggled into your scarf trying to hide from the burning sensation.

“I can’t wait for summer,” Steve said, pulling at his own scarf. “It’s October, it’s only just stopped being Summer! You two boys are so whiny,” Robin said.

“Hey I love Halloween and stuff, just Spring time is my favourite,” Eddie held his hands up. “I hope it snows this year,” you said, making Steve groan, “Don’t wish that on us!”

Eddie noticed you rubbing your gloved hands together, trying to get some heat. He placed his own drink down, taking your hands in his, blowing warm air onto them.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Mhm just chilly.” Eddie nodded, shrugging his arms out of one of his jackets, he had a hoodie on underneath, along with a thick t-shirt.

He draped it over your shoulders, pulling you in under his arm so you could nuzzle into his chest. One arm wrapped around his waist while the other, held his jacket close. “Better?” he spoke into your hair.

“Much, thanks baby.”

“Of course,” another peck was placed on your head, warm on your chilly skin.

“Robin?” Steve began.

“Don’t even think about it Dingus.”

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[slu7formen]

icy nights | cedric diggory x f.r

cedric invites you to go ice skating on christmas night, and how could you say no to him?

warnings: kissing, just pure fluff. <3

reminder: english is not my first language so I apologize for any spelling mistakes.

“Where did you even get those?” you asked Cedric as he closed the front door behind him, the yelling and laughing of the people at the living room now becoming a barely mumbling as you both walked.

Cedric was holding two pairs of ice skates, one for you, one for him. He smiled as he talked. “My older cousins. They were the ones allowed to go ice skating during the holidays while I just watched them from my room because I was too young and I could get hurt. Now they get to watch”

You laughed as you kept walking, hands deep inside your pockets as you looked up at the sky. Despite being late at night, the stars were enough to light up the sky along with the moon.

Cedric’s house was a comfy place to spend Christmas at. It smelled just like the perfect amount of pumpkin and gingerbread, with the fire and those amazing cookies that Cedric’s grandma made and basically forced you to eat more than once. His family was nice, more than nice actually, really sweet and caring, and it made you feel like part of the family too, despite only being with Cedric for a few months.

His house was small, but it was located at a rural zone, and it had such a landscape that every time you looked at it when you woke up, the soft sun and orange dawn would take your breath away. Also, it had a lake, one in which him and his cousins would swim during summer and now, skate on during winter.

Only this time, it was just you and him.

“Do they fit?” he asked as he finished tying your laces, and placed one of his hands on your calve as you shook your foot, smoothly drawing circles with his thumb.

“They’re a little big, but it’s fine” you answered. He nodded once, then sat at the bench next to you.

“Let me put on mine” he said as he took off his shoes. “Have you ever ice skated before?” he questioned.

“No” you replied as you looked at him. You loved how soft yet smooth and marble looking skin looked tonight. His cheeks were red, as always, but it contrasted perfectly with the pale color of his face. His lips, plumped and pink, weren’t even dry because of the freezing weather. Unlike yours, you had to apply lip balm every five minutes.

Truth was, Cedric looked good at all times, but something about this particular night that made your tummy flip in a different way whenever you looked at him, almost as if it was the first day you met, in which you felt the exact same.

Winter just went so good with him. The turtle neck, the long coat, almost brushing his ankles, the ridiculously long scarf and his black jeans. His ears were red because he refused to wear a beanie, so you wore it instead.

Cedric thought it looked cute on you. After all, your cheeks were just as red as his and the soft cream colored accessory on your head that combined with your outfit just made you look like a tiny marshmallow to his eyes. He loved it.

“Okay, slowly” he pointed out when you almost fell once you stepped into the ice. You gripped his hands tightly as you closed your eyes even tighter. “Okay, honey, you have to use your eyes” you heard his laugh ring in your ears.

“How can you do this so easily? Skating backwards!?” you panicked. Your feet were moving smoothly along the ice, and you could stay like this forever, if it wasn’t for the fact that the reason why you were moving forward, was because your boyfriend was pushing you towards his body, that kept moving back and back and back.

“It’s easy, you’ll see” he tried to sound as calm as possible to calm you down. After a few seconds he decided to let go of your left hand slowly, to which you didn’t complain as much as he expected you to. “Open your eyes”

You shook your head.

“Come on” he smiled “I won’t let go of you”

He could never let go.

You both stopped your slow skating as you opened your eyes, looking down at your feet. The fact that the only thing that was holding you to the ground was a thin and sharp piece of shiny blade was what made you the most nervous. Staring off wrong would definitely make you fall to the ground and have the worst embarrassment from your life.

“H-how do I do this? I feel like I’ll fall”

“You won’t fall” he laughed out loud. “Merlin, you are so cute” he muttered almost to himself, but he knew you heard. It made your cheeks redder. “Just go slow, I promise I won’t let you go”

You nodded as he took the initiative, smoothly sliding his thin skates through the ice, which made a satisfactory sound anytime the blade cut the thick layer of frozen water.

You then started to do it on your own without even noticing. The cold wind of the night hit into your face sharply, but you didn’t care. Cedric held your hand as you started to go faster and faster, almost as if you tried to race your boyfriend.

“See? You got it!” he encouraged you. “Can I let go now?”

“No! You promised you wouldn’t, Ced!” you yelled as you abruptly turned around. The sudden move made you both trip in your own feet and soon, you fell to the ice.

Your butt hit the hard surface as Cedric slightly groaned when he hit his forearm, but quickly started to laugh.

“I’m sorry” you giggled.

“It’s fine, honey”

He sighed deeply as he let himself fall in the cold ice, coat getting wet and a deep freezing breeze brushing his head and neck. You imitated him, laying next to his body as you felt both sensations, the coldness of the ice and snow, and the warmth of his body.

The sky was shiny, just as every night that you saw this past week that you slept at Cedric’s house. However, seeing it from the middle of the lake, staring directly at it, was completely different than looking at it from a window.

This was much better. It was like your eyes weren’t big enough to look around you, but everything was at your sight. The leafless trees, the house yellow lights, the big and white moon as the stars shinned around it.

You suddenly felt out of breath at such beauty.

“It’s beautiful” you whispered.

“It is” Cedric agreed.

Only that he wasn’t looking at the sky. He was looking at you.

You turned your head when you felt his eyes on you. You thought his words, and hid your face in the thick layer of your coat to prevent him of seeing your poor red face. He laughed as he put his forearm over his forehead, really looking at the sky this time.

“I’m really glad you’re here with me” he said. The tip of his fingers touched yours, laying on the ice and wetting your fingertips.

You gripped your hand around his index finger, holding tightly. He secretly loved it when you did it.

“I’m glad you’re with me too” you answered, then turned your head to him, so you could live this moment one last time before getting back inside, as you promised Cedric’s mum you would so you wouldn’t get sick. “Merry Christmas, Ced”

His dimples showed when he smiled at you again. “Merry Christmas, baby”

[cheollipop]

rainy season

navi | taglist

pairing: jeong yunho x gn!reader

w.c.: 1.3k

tags: so... much... fluff *breaks down*

As the rain pelted heavily against your frame, soaked clothes sticking to your skin, Yunho's humming was muffled by the downpour as he swayed the both of you from side to side, dancing together under the first rain of the season.

A/N: I saw those pictures of yunho and went on a spiral I'm sorry- salaryman yunho coming home to you only to be dragged downstairs to dance in the rain??? excuse me if I'm nothing but a woman in love.

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Yunho loved winter. He loved the hot chocolate with marshmallows melting into the whipped cream, snuggling up with candles burning, blankets draped over him, and most of all: he loved you, specifically when you nuzzled your face into his neck, the tip of your nose icy against the warmth of his skin. He loved the big jumpers and hot homemade soup that burned his tongue, and you rushing to soothe it – he always insisted a kiss was all it took. He loved the anticipation of snow, and the happiness it brought, the smile gracing your features while you bounced on your toes by the window, eyes fixed on the sheet of white coating the windowsill. 

However. He only loved the winter when he had an umbrella, which – at the moment – he didn’t. He wondered why the universe hated him while he ran, his work bag over his head to shield him from the downpour. Getting rained on after a long, tiring day at the office. A classic.

“I don’t know if I even need a shower anymore,” Yunho huffed, closing the front door after him, button-down sticking to his skin, a puddle forming under his feet at the enterance to your shared apartment.

You were sat by the window, marveling at the first rain of the year. You loved winter, too – pretending to be cold so Yunho would bring you closer to his body, occasionally squeezing your side; blowing hot air over your palms and holding them in his until they warmed up. You'd wait for winter to come every year just to catch a glimpse of that version of Yunho – all flushed cheeks and red nose, the specs of snow in his dark locks, his eyes sparkling under the morning sky – it was all so captivating, so bewitching. 

Winter was Yunho's season, you thought. The butterflies that he gave you during those months were far more intense, violent, ripping through your insides. You always blamed the red coating your cheeks on the frosty air, but Yunho knew very well that it had more to do with him than it did the weather. You would often whine about forgetting your scarf at home on an exceptionally cold day, hoping Yunho would offer you his – which he always did – and you’d hold on to it until the overwhelming scent of Yunho faded, and only then would you return it.

“Babe, can you hand me a towel so I don’t get the floors wet?” His voice pulled you out of your thoughts, and yet you didn’t budge from where you were standing at the window. 

“Let’s go downstairs.”

An amused smile stretched the corner of his mouth. "(Y/n), it’s pouring outside," he pointed at his drenched self. 

“That's the point,” you turned to face him, eyes glimmering, hands fisted in determination. “Come on, Yuyu. It'll be fun!”

His heart did a little jump at the nickname. “You'll get sick,” he chuckled, already walking out the front door.

You didn’t even have time to react before you were being dragged out under the pouring rain. Despite it being your idea, Yunho seemed more excited than you were, twirling you around under the heavy pelting of the rain. 

“Isn't it beautiful, Yuyu?" You tilted your head upwards, the rain streaming down your face, your eyes barely able to remain open to take in Yunho's smile – so fond, so loving; you felt your heart leap at the look in his eyes. 

He snaked his arms around your waist, pulling you against him. "Never as beautiful as you." His smile widened, leaning in to press his lips to your forehead.

You mirrored his expression, your own smile stretching your lips, looking up as the droplets hammered over your face. He admired your side profile: how the rain slid down the slope of your nose, some drops collecting on your eyelashes; teeth shining white under the streetlight. In everything you did, everything you were, Yunho saw beauty. Inside and out, you were nothing short of gorgeous in his eyes. 

He held your cheek in his palm, eyes softening, smile unwavering when you leaned into the touch, seeking warmth now that the rain had completely soaked through your clothes. The moon peeked through the clouds, shining its light over Yunho's face, the droplets hanging off his eyelashes reflecting the streetlight hanging over you, his eyes big and bright, his gaze so tender it sent waves of warmth coursing through your shivering body.

Yunho's eyes traveled down your face, from your eyes, to your nose, then down to your mouth. He leaned in, slotting his lips against yours, and the world fell away. It was slow and soft, comforting in ways words could never be. His hand rested below your ear, his thumb caressing your jaw as your breaths mingled. You ran your fingers down his spine, catching on the wet fabric covering it, pulling him closer until there was no space between you, feeling the even beat of his heart against your chest.

Yunho grinned against your mouth, placing gentle kisses on your cheek. “Let’s dance, (Y/n).”

“Dance? Here?” You raised your eyebrow at him, looking around at the empty sidewalk. “We have no music.”

“Don't worry your pretty little head." He pressed a final kiss to your jaw. "I'll sing."

He took your hands in his, placing them over his shoulders and around his neck. His palms were gentle as they held onto your waist, swaying around while humming. You smiled up at him, tucking a wet strand behind his ear before placing your cheek against his chest. You missed the grin splitting Yunho's face at the gesture, the butterflies in his stomach going berserk, the tips of his ears turning bright red. You moved slowly while you held each other as close as humanly possible – partly because you had both become a shivering mess – humming the rest of the song.

You moved away just enough to look up at him again, taking in his doe eyes as they reflected the streetlight, face aglow as the rain drops rolled down his soft skin. Yunho leaned back in, kissing the droplets off your mouth, feeling his lips smile against your own. He swept the strands sticking to your forehead aside to plant a kiss on your forehead, allowing you to sink into his arms, burying your face in the crook of his neck, hands flexing around his back.

“You make me so happy, Yunho," you muttered against his skin, closing your eyes and sighing contently. 

Warmth surged through Yunho's body despite the rain soaking through his clothes, and he held onto you just a little tighter.

“Me too, (Y/n).”

Rushing back into your shared apartment, you stripped at the front door, racing to the shower. Yunho washed your hair, holding you under the steamy water, ignoring your complaints about him being cold as well. He wouldn't mind getting sick knowing that you'd be there to dote on him, feeding him your homemade soup, holding him so close he could hear your steady heartbeat. 

You walked out of the bathroom wrapped in the fluffiest towel Yunho could find, quickly throwing on a warm set of pajamas before crawling into bed. Yunho did the same, except his descent onto the bed was much less graceful, long limbs flying and making the bed bounce under you. Wrapped within his warm embrace with the thick blanket pulled up to your chin, your eyes fluttered shut, breathing in the fresh scent of his body wash wafting through the little cocoon you had made for yourself in his arms. With the rain pelting against the foggy glass of your bedroom window, heat radiating off Yunho’s body as your limbs tangled under the sheets, breathing the same air, your face nuzzled against the skin of his neck. You giggled when his body jumped, trying his best to kick your icy feet off his calf as your toes climbed up his pajama bottoms. His fingers poked at your sides, and you laughed into his skin, trying to push his hands away from you.

Soon enough, Yunho would cease his ministrations, pulling you back into his arms, your laughter dying down. Drowsiness weaved its way into your system, your breathing evening out, the world around you fading into a blur as you laid there, engulfed within the overwhelming warmth of Yunho's embrace.

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[goldenempyrean]

Hi, it’s so hot here so can I request a winter scenario with Wanda and sick reader with the prompts "You’re going to catch your death out here.” Bless you… Bless you! Are you okay- bless you again!”.

I was thinking the Avengers are hosting a snow day for underprivileged kids at the compound. Reader has never seen snow in person, so she spends all her time making snow angels and getting in snowball fights with the kids. Reader wakes up the next morning with a really sneezy cold. Wanda shifts into fluffy caretaker mode, and the other Avengers are watching like, wow Wanda really loves her. ❄️🥰

Baby It's Cold Outside

〚 Notes - Wow it really has been a while since I've done requests, I'm so sorry this took so long! I hope it's okay but I switched things around a little to have Wanda experiencing the snow :D Enjoy! 〛

〚 Pairing - Wanda Maximoff x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - Your girlfriend experiences the snow for the day first leading to a day of fun and excitement. Maybe you should've insisted that she wear her hat though..〛

〚 Wordcount - 2395 〛

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“Wanda!” You smiled as you gently caught the wrist of your eager girlfriend just before she’d raced out of the door, “You need to wear these sweetpea, it’s too cold without them.” You murmured softly, taking the pair of pink gloves you’d shoved in your pocket earlier that morning and carefully pulled over her hands. 

“Oh! But I won't be able to feel the snow now!” You could almost feel her whine, as stuck out her lower lip pouted up at you. 

But you only shook your head fondly as you pulled a matching pink bobble head over her hair, “You’ll most definitely still feel it Wands, it’s just to stop you getting too cold. Okay?” 

“Okay.” 

You smiled at her, she was practically overflowing with excitement, “Alright sweetheart, go enjoy yourself. I’ll be out with some hot chocolate soon.” 

Now you see, Wanda had never seen snow before. The blanket of pristine white powder that had fallen during the night, holding the land in its icy grip and the look on her face when she’d woken up that morning and taken in the view from the window was a look you’d never forget. Such pure excitement and rushing anticipation to experience it all. 

Every year whenever it snowed, the Avenger’s liked to open up their campus to the kids in the local community. The wide-open fields provided not only a big, but also safe place for them to happily play. Parents had a temporary respite and the whole team grew their relationships with the community as a whole. Plus, the kids had fun too. It was a win, win.  

During breakfast Wanda had practically been bouncing in her seat. They’d opened the field half an hour ago and there were already several kids putting in the work to make some snowmen. All she wanted was to go out there and join them as soon as possible. So as soon she’d finished eating the last of her waffles, she’d headed straight for the field. 

You paused for a moment to watch the wonder on her face as she dove into the soft white snow, the wide grin on her face felt contagious as your own lip’s helplessly morphed into a soft loving smile.  

“Right, hot chocolate.” You said to yourself, bringing yourself back to reality, stealing one last glance at your girlfriend in the snow - she’d laid flat on her back and had begun making snow angels after a little girl had showed her how. 

You turned on your toes and headed back to the kitchen, taking out a stack of cardboard cups and making sure you had enough for everyone. Once you were sure, you began heating up the milk. Yes, you used milk. The debate of whether to use milk or hot water had been had way too many times. Sam insisted that you were meant to use hot water which had horrified you the first time you heard his claim. As you waited for the milk to warm, you stood up on your tiptoes to pull a fresh bag of mini marshmallows from the cupboard. 

They were meant to be hidden in Natasha’s secret stash of snacks, but you figured she wouldn’t mind… as long as you placed them before she noticed they were gone. Once the milk had heated you added the hot chocolate powder and poured it into the cups, decorating each one with whipped cream and a generous sprinkle of the marshmallows. Perfect. 

Heading back to the door, you called out loudly, “Kids! Who wants hot chocolate?” Receiving several loud squeals of excitement in response as they all turned and ran back inside to grab a cup.  

They were all well-mannered and you smiled fondly as each child said a ‘thank you’ before taking their cup and racing back outside. After each cup had been taken you noticed that the large white mug, you’d made special sit sat on the side of the countertop. Wanda hadn’t even come inside for hot chocolate, you smiled to yourself at just how much she must’ve been enjoying herself before taking the cup, feeling its warmness sink into your hands before grabbing a scarf and heading out into the snow to find her. 

Several other members of the team had also decided to join in on the fun and you couldn’t hold back a laugh as you saw Clint get pelted in the face by a snowball hurled by Natasha from several feet away. Tony also seemed to be enjoying himself, he’d apparently crowned himself leader of the 6-year-olds and they were all using his technology to build a huge igloo to play inside. 

“Wands?” You called out as you got closer to your team members, to which your eyes widened in surprise seeing a familiar head of messy brunette hair pop up from behind a huge snow boulder that was apparently the base to a huge snowman that her and Steve had joined up to build.  

“Wands!” You smiled but then her messy hair caught your attention, “Sweetheart, where’s your hat? Hm? I thought I told you to wear it.” You said - you would’ve put your hands on your hips, but you were still holding her mug, “Oh, and your gloves.” You added with a sigh as you realised, she was also missing her pink accessories. 

“I’m sorry! They were just getting in the way, and I really wanted to just feel the snow.” 

“And did you?”  

Wanda beamed excitedly as she knelt down and picked up some snow, pressing it into a ball before holding it proudly, “Yes, look!” 

How could you lecture her about keeping warm when she was just so cute. “Look what I brought you.” You smiled, remembering the chocolatey drink in your hands, “Here you go.” 

To say her eyes lit up would be an understatement. They practically sparkled as she accepted the warm cup, her cold hands cradling the object as if it were the most important thing in the world. She took a sip and looked up at you, “Thank you baby.” She murmured, the gratitude in her voice clear. 

You smiled back at her, “No problem sweetie, I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself,” You said, removing the scarf you’d put on earlier and gently wrapped it around her neck instead, to which she instantly snuggled against it, “But seriously, you’re going to catch your death out here if you don’t stay home so keep that on for me darling, okay?” 

"She's really got you wrapped around her finger, huh?" Natasha smirked playfully as she walked past, and you didn’t notice the way her hand was suspiciously hidden behind her back. 

You shot her a fake glare, "Well, when your girlfriend looks at snow like it's the most magical thing in the world, you'd do anything to make sure she stays warm and happy." 

Wanda giggled, taking another sip of her hot chocolate, her eyes never leaving yours. The warmth in her gaze made your heart flutter, and you couldn't help but be grateful for these moments of joy. But your attempt of saving the moment was starkly stopped when you felt the sudden shock of feeling a freezing hold object hit the back of your neck followed by what could only be described as hyena laughing coming from the redheaded assassin a few yards away. 

“Got you!” Natasha managed to say inbetween laughs. 

“Oh, you are so on.” You smirked widely, cracking your knuckles before picking up your own handful of snow, “Come on, let’s get her Wands’.” 

After a spirited exchange of snowballs, you all collapsed into the snow, breathless and grinning and as the evening settled in, the Avengers decided to wrap up the snow day festivities. The kids, rosy-cheeked and filled with joy, gathered around for a final round of hot chocolate before heading home. Wanda, still wrapped in the scarf you had given her, stood close by, she was a little quieter now, seemingly having used up all her energy during her day of fun and the small yawns she’d been trying to hide in your scarf was your sign she was probably ready for bed. 

As the last of the kids said their goodbyes, you turned your attention back to Wanda. Both her cheeks and nose were slightly red from the cold, and she sniffled a little as she tried to suppress another yawn. You couldn't help but chuckle at her adorable exhaustion. She really did make that snow day worth it’s while and you were so glad that she enjoyed herself so much. 

"Looks like someone had a lot of fun today," you teased, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. 

Wanda leaned into your side, nodding with a content smile. "It was incredible, Y/N, I've never experienced anything like this before. The snow, it was so cold but oh it was amazing! I loved it so much!” 

You pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, sweetheart. Now, how about we get you inside and warmed up a bit? I’ve already put the fluffy blanket you like in the dryer, so it’ll be super warm for you.” 

Before long, the two of you were cuddled up beneath the blanket on one of the sofas in the living quarters. Some cheesy reality TV show was playing on the big TV screen though you weren’t really watching, it was there for the benefit of Clint and Bruce who’d also joined the pair of you and were currently arguing over who was the best Kardashian – much to your amusement.  

After some time, you noticed that Wanda's eyes were growing heavy as she snuggled against you. Her head rested against your shoulder, and her breathing slowed down. It was evident that the combination of the day's excitement and the warmth of the blanket was lulling her to sleep. 

Gently, you lifted her in your arms and carried her to your shared bedroom. You carefully laid her down on the bed, tucking her in with extra care. Wanda mumbled a soft 'thank you my love' in her sleepy state, and you pressed a tender kiss to her forehead before heading to the bathroom to get ready for bed yourself. It didn’t take long and soon you were back to the bed and cuddled up under the blankets and falling asleep right beside her. 

The next morning, you woke up to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. You stretched lazily, feeling well-rested after the previous day's festivities. Turning to your side, you expected to see Wanda still peacefully asleep. However, you were met with a surprising sight. 

Wanda was awake, sitting up in bed with a sheepish smile on her face. She held a tissue in one hand, and her nose was slightly red. It was then that you noticed a faint, adorable sneeze escape her, which she quickly tried to muffle with the tissue. 

You couldn't help but chuckle at her adorable attempt to be quiet. "Bless you, Wands," you whispered, sitting up beside her. 

She sniffled and rubbed her nose, giving you a sheepish smile. "Sorry, did I wake you up baby? I was trying to be quiet.” She sniffled again, however this time it didn’t have the intended effect, her breath hitching a little as her face shifted into an awaiting look of anticipation. 

“Hh.. Hih-H’iiishu!”   

“Bless you bab- Bless you! Are you okay?- bless you again!” Your eyes widened as your girlfriend couldn’t seem to stop sneezing, “Goodness sweetheart! Now you see this is why we wrap up warm when it’s freezing out. I think you’ve caught yourself a cold my love. 

Wanda pouted slightly as scrunched up her nose, “Maybe just a little one but it was really worth it, I swear!” 

“Oh of course, that seemed like just little cold.” You rolled your eyes at her stubborn nature before softening at the sound of her small pitiful sniffles, “I’ll tell you what, how about we have a cosy day in today?” 

Wanda smiled, her grin dancing on her lips, “That sounds amazing pumpkin.” 

“I’m glad it does baby, cosy day in it is then!” 

So, the two of you, adorned in fluffy pyjamas, armed with a tissue box and the big, thick duvet from your bed settled onto the sofa again, snuggling down against each other before you handed Wanda the remote, letting her pick a movie to watch. 

Wanda scrolled through the list of movies on the screen. After a brief discussion, you both settled on a classic romantic comedy – something light and heartwarming to lift Wanda's spirits. The movie started playing, and the soft glow from the screen illuminated the room. 

As the movie progressed, you noticed your girlfriend’s eyes growing heavy, and her head slowly drooping onto your shoulder. The combination of the movie and the warmth of the blanket had lulled her into a peaceful slumber. You couldn't resist pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead before allowing yourself to succumb to the urge to nap right there with her. 

Unbeknownst to you, Tony had been wandering around the living quarters, looking for something to entertain himself. As he strolled past your shared space, he couldn't help but notice the adorable scene unfolding on the sofa. There you were, wrapped in the oversized duvet, with Wanda nestled against your side, both of you sound asleep. 

The genius smirked mischievously. Instead of waking either of you up, he simply pulled out his phone and took a quick photo... then a selfie with the two of you in the background – oh how he’d tease you both about this later -. before quietly asking FRIDAY to call Romanoff and Barton down to the living room. 

Tony stood proudly, as if he had orchestrated the whole thing. “I didn't know they could be this sappy.” He teased quietly. 

“Should we wake them up?” Clint whispered, not wanting to disturb either of you. 

“Nah, let ‘em sleep. Wanda probably needs it, and Y/N will be grumpy if we wake them anyway.” Tony cautioned before sneaking away from the room. 

Natasha, who had her own soft spot for romance, simply nodded in agreement. Before nudging Clint to take a closer look at how your hand was holding your girlfriend’s even in your sleep, "Looks like someone's got a touch of the love bug." 

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A Snowflake Melts, Part 2

Summary: a blizzard is coming

Pairings: Steve Rogers X Reader

Rating: mild

Warnings:  mild language, just one bed, stalking, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3.5K

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A scent. It wasn’t much. But Jack has gone off less than that before. It was getting a bit close to Christmas, but he had already made early rounds. Who cares if winter is longer than usual? He had bigger problems; finding you. You are what’s important. Your family even said so. They are growing suspicious of him, which means you are talking to someone, but spreading lies about his relationship, and what actually happened.

He never got a chance to explain. Winter relied on him. And you, just like a coward left. He growls, sitting down on the tree branch as he looks at the beauty he created. Once you told him that he made things look magical. That you loved winter, and would always stay in winter. You promised on your stupid cat that you couldn’t live where there wasn’t snow…

He jumps onto the crystallized snow, his feet leaving large craters in the icy white, and he just walks. He smelled you. Marshmallows. The best thing he’s ever smelt. You are close. He knows it. Blowing out a long breath a large gust of wind stirs up more snow. He cracks his neck as he starts to trudge through what you called the most beautiful thing on earth. Fresh fallen snow. Purity. A new start.

He would find you. And you would be his.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you get on to your Mistletoe who perches on the counter beside you. Her judging green eyes watch you as you look out your kitchen window. Winter is getting worse. You thought you had chosen a place that snowed a lot, but this is different.

“I know what this means,” you are out here all alone. And with winter like this, you shouldn’t go outside and care for the animals. The very ones that were keeping you alive. “Missy, they’ll starve if I don’t.”

She snarls and hisses at you, looking out towards Steve’s cabin. “I can’t…we barely know him.”

Meow.

“I can’t go out in the snow even if I wanted to. Jack will find us. And judging by this storm that wasn’t on the radar…Missy, he’s close.”

Meow.

Mistletoe jumps down from the counter, and lifts her paw to scratch at the door. This cat is too smart for her own good. She wants to collect Steve. And you’re sure he doesn’t understand her way of communicating. You aren’t even sure you did, or if it’s because of your seclusion.

“What are you going to do, tell him to get his butt down here with Sugar Cookie, and we live in the cabin for the rest of the winter and make him sleep on the couch?” Missy stares at you, pawing at the door again.

You couldn’t stop looking up the road, waiting for him to come back down here to you. It is ridiculous how everyday you would hope for a visit from him. You enjoyed his company. He made you not feel so alone, while also it was nice to look at him. And he was funny. He was kind. He was everything you had always wanted.

His eyes. My goodness he had the sweetest eyes. His dog is very cute as well. And…

Mistletoe scratches at the air and lets out an angry hiss towards you. “You know I can’t go out in the snow, and I don’t know how to get in touch with Steve. He just shows up at the right time.”

She growls at you again, and you exhale loudly. “Fine,” walking over to the door, you give it a tug, letting her shimmy out. Her toned legs carry her directly towards Steve’s house. With a bit of a struggle, you close and lock the door immediately. Dropping the curtain.

Jack would want your Christmas to be miserable. Bitter and cold. Sighing, you start to close all the curtains around the house. If he couldn’t see you, he couldn’t find you. If you didn’t invite him in, he couldn’t get to you. There is enough stuff in the basement to keep you well fed. Steve had even stacked up firewood beside your heater, even more on the porch.

You didn’t talk about Jack. He just knew you were afraid of winter. And they were the same thing.

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Steve jolts in his chair when he hears the tiny scratches, and even Sugar Cookie wiggles her entire body as she moves for the door waiting on her owner to open up. Mistletoe dashes in, meowing up at Steve. “Well, hello, you little bully. What can I do for you today?”

Circling Steve’s feet, she walks over to the door, looking back to the man, and Sugar Cookie joins in to look at him. “She’s not in trouble is she?” Mistletoe huffs, looking up at Steve. “So…is your mom just wanting me to visit? Clearly we need to exchange phone numbers. I don’t turn my phone off. Okay, okay,” he grins, grabbing for his phone and coat. Opening up the door to let both animals out, but Mistletoe stops.

Her ears twitch around, and her eyes look all around before she dashes down the road. “Sugar, let’s go, sweetheart. That cat never gets in a hurry.”

His feet slams into the snow as the wind whips around the odd trio. Beating the animals to the porch, he knocks quickly on the door, and it isn’t until Mistletoe lets out a blood curdling meow that you look up from the middle of the floor, “Missy?”

Walking to the door, you press your head against it. Fear courses through your veins after that sound, “Baby, are you alone?”

“Holly, it’s me.”

“Steve? She brought you? I’m being so rude,” you get an eerie feeling when you open the door. Inhaling deeply, just to be sure. No peppermint. You are safe, for now, “Thanks for tapping the snow off,” even if you hadn't known him long he always seems to remember your needs.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” You couldn’t deny your splotchy face and red rimmed eyes. But you don’t want to talk about it either. Steve would think you’re crazy. No one would ever understand your family dynamic. Instead you just shake your head, wiping away the stray tears on your face.

“I don’t want to force you, but you gotta give me something. Missy kinda scared me.”

“There’s a storm going on, and…it wasn’t on the radar, and I don’t want to be alone,” unannounced storms always meant Jack’s anger. He still hadn’t forgotten. He is still looking for you.

“Okay, you gotta couch,” even though his fingers are ice cold from outside, when he touches your arm, and pulls your body into his, it’s pure warmth. A coziness that feels like hot chocolate running down into your tummy. “I’ll leave the animals here. Let me get some more firewood loaded up, and clothes, and some extra food because I eat a lot. We’ll have a freeze-in, okay?”

“Did it smell like peppermint out there?” You hate that scent. It always meant Jack was near. He doesn’t laugh or look at you like you’re crazy. His smile softens as he hugs you again.

“No, let me get all that ready. The way this snow is coming down, I don’t have much time. I’m sure it’ll be piled all the way up to the windows. You stay here. Keep the doors locked, and breathe. When I come back, I’ll let you make some of your amazing soup while you tell me what’s really going on. I’ll even make brownies.”

You don’t want him to leave, and still understand why he needs to. Biting at your lip, you nod your head. “Don’t start cutting any vegetables until I get back, okay?”

“Okay,” he bundles himself up before heading towards the door again, “Steve, be careful, okay?”

“I will. You stay right here. Wood, more food, and clothes.”

“Toothbrush.”

“That, too. Stay warm,” he playfully demands before swiftly squeezing through the door.

“So, you gonna tell more about it?” You take a sip of your hot chocolate, your eyes staring blankly at Sugar Cookie and Mistletoe snuggling together by the door. Mistletoe always stayed close to the door in winter. Sometimes she’d hop into the bed with you, but she stood her guard by the main entrance. She is a smart kitty after all.

It had been so long since you fully got to snuggle with someone during your favorite time of year. You should be joyful, and instead you let your photography stop, you quit calling your parents, hell you left the most magical place in the world all because of Jack.

You now lived in so much isolation, you lost a bit of yourself. You turn your head away from Steve as you gaze at the curtains covering the big window in the living room. You loved snow. Loved to watch the tiny little snowflakes drift to the earth. You would have never had the curtains closed. You couldn’t even remember if Jack watched the snow with you.

So much of the good times were forgotten as his forever cold heart couldn’t take your glowing warmth. A joy that burned brightly in your soul like embers in a fire.

“You love and fear the winter,” he isn’t even asking. He hasn’t known you long, but he can see it. You nod your head, still keeping your head turned away from him. Having to wipe away a tear that didn’t want to stay put. “You don’t have to talk about it, Holly. I’m just trying to understand. We got a few days of being trapped in here.”

“You’re right,” sniffling, you turn to look back at the girls, as Steve sweetly calls them. They’re comfortable. Missy actually looks like she’s resting. “It’s hard being alone, and scared of winter, and still, I can’t leave.”

“An ex?” Of course Steve could sense that you were running and hiding from someone.

“Yeah,” you sigh, turning to fully look at Steve. “He wasn’t always bad. He’s different. Very powerful, and thrives this time of year. He became cold and unkind, and then possessive and obsessive, and…Steve, he wasn’t nice,” Steve looks away for a few seconds, his jaw clenching tight, and his knuckles turning white from how hard he’s gripping the couch.

“Did…did he,” he takes a deep breath, finally looking at you. “Did he hurt you?”

“It’s complicated,” his hand moves towards you, and you have to look at Missy, and her lazy self is snoring with Sugar Cookie. She was comfortable with Steve. She never had this sense of comfort with Jack. “No, it is complicated. He just…he’s always trying to compete with my dad, and…”

“Did he hurt you?” .

“He’s out of my life though.”

“And you’re still hiding, and afraid to touch something that you love,” even though you can feel his anger, you don’t fear him like you did with Jack. Steve’s anger is protective, and it gives you this strange feeling of importance. He wanted to keep you safe.

“He’s very powerful. You don’t understand.”

There’s a moment drifting between you and Steve, and only the girls’ snores and the crackling of the fireplace can be heard. You aren’t even sure if you’re breathing anymore, just waiting on what he has to say. This is going to be awkward starting off with an argument.

“I want to understand, and I’ll listen whenever you want to explain it to me. For now, why don’t you tell me about your family. Your dad is still alive?” You love talking about your family. They are the best family, and you hate that you’re having to be away from them in any capacity. “What’s his name?”

“Kris. My mom’s name is Carol.”

“There’s that smile. The one you were too shy to share with me. Why do you love winter so much?”

Your body relaxes into the couch again. Finally a topic you didn’t mind talking about a bit more. You can’t say too much, some things you just have to ease into, and him knowing about your family is one of them. Maybe one day things could be different.

“People dread winter, but there’s so much beauty in it. We get Christmas, and the world freezes for a moment. It stops and slows down, and everyone with it. We learn to appreciate the more simple things in life. The world just rests, and we do, too. And if you’re lucky to get snow, it’s beautiful. It looks like glitter. Do you not like winter?” You ask, biting at your lip.

Steve hadn’t stopped smiling at you. With every word you said, you just lit up. You had a calmness about you as you spoke about why you loved your favorite season, instead of hating it. You are absolutely stunning. Breathtaking even.

“Steve, stop staring at me like that,” Missy peeks open her eyes, and then settles herself right on top of Sugar Cookie. Neither you or Steve notice anything outside this bubble you had created.

You fear that if you say anything else that the warmth inside the bubble would dissipate. You wanted to keep it forever. What is it about Steve that makes you want him closer to your body? So you scoot a tiny bit closer. Close enough that your knees brush against each other, and you feel his warmth.

“W-what is it that your father does?” He hiccups, still not breaking the gaze he has on you.

“He’s a delivery man of sorts.”

“Amazing,” he whispers out. His finger brushes back some of your baby hairs, and they tickle along the shell of your ear. “The hot chocolate. It’s…it’s amazing. And your life sounds incredible,” he didn’t even know the half of it.

“Thanks. I used to put peppermint in it. The smell makes me sick to my stomach now. What about your family?”

“They passed a long time ago. I don’t really like to talk about it. So explain to me, you love your home and your family, and you came here to hide from your ex?” Saying it out loud sounds silly. You’re sure your parents could help you out. In some ways, your dad was Jack’s boss. But did you want them to? Did you want them to know how Jack really was?

“What did you do?” Steve really wanted to change the subject away from his family. Hopefully one day you hope he will open up to you. Even though you had secrets concerning your family, you’re telling him enough for now.

“I take pictures. My social media did well. I focused on Christmas. Traveled to different places to see how they celebrated, and what they ate. What their traditions were. I love every aspect of Christmas. It’s in my blood. Like…kinda like it’s in my blood,” you correct quickly. Steve had that same dopey look on his face as before, and you aren’t sure what to make of it. But it makes you feel fuzzy, “What?”

“I love to hear you talk about your passions. So if you’re not on your social media, who is seeing your work?”

“No one.”

“Can I see?”

You hadn’t logged in for so long. It was a creative outlet for you. Everyone always admired your parents, never even realizing who you are. What you could do. You enjoyed it. “You don’t have to show me.”

It was time that you stopped being so scared. You could turn off locations on your phone, Jack could find you in other ways. Why did you allow him to control so much of your life? It was time. Especially now that you were no longer alone.

Sighing, you stand to go get your phone, feeling Steve’s eyes watching your back until you return. The lazy Missy didn’t even stir. Her comfort relaxes you even more. She trusts Steve. She trusts no one outside of your family.

Turning your phone on, you click on the app, and hand it over to him. Letting him browse through your photos and reels. Each second his smile gets larger. Spreading wide across his face, “The spirit of Christmas, huh?”

“It’s what my dad always called me. Said that my enthusiasm towards the holiday is what made everything so holly and jolly,” you giggle thinking about how winters held so much warmth when you were home.

“So,” he says, putting down your phone. “What are our holiday traditions going to be this year? You don’t even have a tree up,” why and how is this man so adorable? Saying all the right words. “I’m just saying, it is very close to Christmas. What about these cookies? Triple chocolate oatmeal cookies, we should make some for Santa.”

“They’re my dad’s favorite,” you haven’t smiled like this in so long. Even though a blizzard is happening outside, the cabin is so warm and cozy, and it has nothing to do with the fireplace. You didn’t feel so alone. And then his hand naturally lands on your thigh, and you lean into his touch. It feels like flurries stir around in your belly, but you don’t want to pull away.

There doesn’t seem to be this veil of awkwardness looming over the two of you, it just is, and it is so amazing. “Okay, so it is late. Tomorrow we put up a tree of sorts.”

“I have a fake one under my bed. I don’t like walking in the snow.”

“I could pick us one out, but it’s not the same if we’re not together. I think the fake one will be perfect this time. Maybe next year, you’ll be more comfortable venturing out into the snow?” You nod your head with a smile. You already feel more confident about winter. “So the cookies?”

“I always have the ingredients for those cookies,” you look over to your bedroom. You can’t even believer you’re thinking this, much less ready to say it out loud. Steve is such a large man, and this couch was kind of small. What kind of host would you be? You needed him and basically invited him into your home. He is keeping you safe, and you can’t make him think you don’t want to extend some hospitality, “I feel bad that there’s only one bed.”

“You have a comfy couch,” huffing out a laugh, you look towards the girls, and Missy and Sugar Cookie have their heads lifted up, staring at you. If you were a crazy person, you’d think they were encouraging you to invite him into your bed. But you’re not that crazy.

“I have a big bed, too. I mean, lots of blankets, and there could still be enough space between us, and,” both the cat and the dog lay their heads back down, pretending to sleep. Now you worry that you are going crazy, “You don’t have to stay on the couch.”

“I won’t sleep in your bed if you’re not comfortable.”

“I wouldn't have asked if I wasn’t comfortable. But before bed, maybe we can watch a movie or something, and you decide how you feel? It doesn’t have to feel weird. And if you want to sleep on the couch you can, and if you change your mind in the middle of the night, you can.”

“I think that sounds amazing. Only if Missy will let me sleep in the bed with you,” she doesn’t look when Steve says her name, just stretches out a bit more on Sugar Cookie. “Here’s to new traditions,” Steve says proudly with his mug held high.

“To new traditions, and new friendships,” friendship. Even if you wish it could be so much more. “Wait! A new picture for my grid!” You snap a photo of the two half-drunk mugs. Editing the photo in a way that you can’t see nothing but the wooden coffee table and mugs. Your parents will be shocked to see two.

To new traditions, and new friendships.

And you hope to forgetting your ex.

Jack’s hand shakes with fury, and he cracks his neck, screaming up into the frosty air as he slings his phone onto the ground. “Little bitch!” He screams. You are playing games with him. Friendships. Traditions. Traditions weren’t new. They were what you did every year.

He just can’t believe you would come back to social media with a stupid post like that. You were supposed to spend Christmas with him! Winter with him.

Jingle bells.

Why the hell could he hear jingle bells as his snowflakes float to the ground. There is a warm smell in the air…marshmallows mixed with cinnamon. Oh, he’s angry. Furious. You are spending time with someone that is not him. If you want to spend your time elsewhere, he’ll make sure that they can’t get to you ever again.

Wherever you are, you’ll be trapped all alone. And with your scent becoming more powerful, he is close. And he will find you. And you’ll be all snowed in. Just the way you belonged.

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[sl-newsie]

Snow Day (Carlos de Vil x Silvermist Daughter) *Christmas Special* 🎄

'Can I request a Carlos descendants holiday fic with friends to lovers/everybody knows but them tropes? But the reader is an AK, adopted daughter of Silvermist.’ Here we go!

“No! Cut it out, Elvin!” I shout as I sprint through the icy wind. “You know I don’t like the cold!”

The white-blonde boy behind me jumps up to lean off a lamppost. “What’s the matter? Too afraid to have fun?”

I give an annoyed huff and hug my cape around me tighter. “Just because you’re the son of Jack Frost doesn’t mean you have to make my life a living nightmare with your pranks! Now for the last time, leave me alone!”

In a final effort I let out a water blast that sends Elvin flying into a snowbank, then dash down the street to hide inside Miss Muffet’s Bakery. 

“Oh- Sylvia! Hi! What’s going on-?!”

In my haste I almost run into a familiar face, though this is one face I am always excited to see!

“Shh!” I hold up a hand to silence Carlos. “I’m hiding!”

His eyes widen. “Oh!” He joins me behind the cookie display. “May I ask from whom?” Carlos whispers back.

“Ugh. It’s Elvin Frost. Son of Elsa and Jack Frost, and an icy pain in my side. He’s visiting from Arendelle, and has become the reason why I hate snow days.”

“Hate snow days?” Carlos laughs. “How could anyone hate snow days? I mean, look around!” He gestures to the billowing snow swirling around the window. “It’s so- so…”

“Magical?”

“Exactly!”

Ever since Carlos came to Auradon last summer, I’ve always been fond of his childlike energy. Not many kids in Auradon appreciate the little things like he does, so it goes without saying that we’d become friends. Mom’s always so busy controlling the water elements she didn’t have time to look after me, so she sent me to be adopted by Jack Beanstalk. But like Carlos, I’ve learned to enjoy other things. However, snow isn’t one of them.

“My wings can’t stand the bitter cold. If I stay outside too long, they freeze and wither away. It also doesn’t help that my water powers freeze in the winter. Water and cold do not mix well for me.”

Carlos’ face falls. “Oh. I’m sorry, I didn’t think of that.”

I wave it off. “It’s alright.”

“It’s just that… we didn’t get snow on the Isle.”

That’s why he loves the snow. I can’t be mad at him for that. How could he have known anyway? It’s his first Christmas in Auradon, so he wouldn’t know.

“I guess if you’ve never seen it, snow can be very magical,” I attempt a cheerful smile. “I’m glad you enjoy it! You should go play outside.”

Carlos still isn’t convinced. “But it’s not as fun if you’re not there, Sylvia. Would you maybe wanna stay here for a hot chocolate?”

My spirits lift and my wings start fluttering. “That sounds wonderful! I’d love to!”

“Great! Um- maybe we could sit down instead of hiding behind the counter?”

I nod eagerly and start flying to a nearby table, too excited to remember not to use my wings indoors.

“Oh- right.” I flutter down, and my height difference shows. Since I’m the descendant of a fairy, I’ve been short my whole life.

“That never gets old,” Carlos comments with a grin.

I tilt my head in confusion. “What?”

“Your wings. I think they’re beautiful.”

His kind words send us both into blushing messes, so I try to change the subject.

"Where's Dude?"

Carlos chuckles. "He hates the cold, so he's currently sleeping in front of the fire in my dorm."

By now a waitress shows up to take our order.

“What’ll it be, hon?”

I don’t miss a beat. “A large old-fashioned hot chocolate extreme with peppermint dust, whipped cream, and marshmallows, please!”

Carlos’ jaw drops. 

I roll my eyes. “It’s my favorite holiday drink, I don’t care if it gives me a heart attack.”

“It sounds fantastic! I’ll have one too!” He smiles at the waitress, who just nods and walks off.

This snow day just got so much better!

Evie’s POV

“We’ve got to get them together!” I huff as I pace the dorm room.

“But they are together,” Jay states bluntly. “Haven’t you seen them around?”

I roll my eyes. “I mean, they need to know that they love each other, right? It’s like they’re completely oblivious to it!”

Jay lazily gets up from the couch and walks over to the window. “I wouldn’t say they look too upset.”

“What?”

I dash over and peer through the frosted glass to see Carlos and Sylvia walking hand-in-hand through the snow, each holding to-go mugs.

“Oh my God. Are they on a… date?”

Jay shrugs. “Guess we don’t gotta step in after all.”

I’m still unconvinced. “No, no. It’s been going on like this for months! They look happy hanging out together, but won’t confess their feelings! Come on!” I grab Jay’s sleeve and start dragging him out the door. “I want to see this for myself!”

Sylvia’s POV

Ok, if all snow days involve drinking hot chocolate with Carlos then I want one every day! 

“What’s been your favorite snow activity?” I ask Carlos, who keeps looking at the snow outside as if we’re in a real-life snow globe.

“Definitely making snowmen. Or snowball fights! Wait- have you ever ice skated?”

I let out a carefree laugh as I sip my cocoa. “Yes, it comes very naturally when I can control water.”

“What’s your favorite snow activity?”

I come to a stop in the flurrying snow, remembering how much I used to love winter as a kid.

“I… I liked making snow angels,” I whisper.

Carlos gets an unreadable expression. “Why don’t you now?”

I shake my head and gesture to the frozen ground. “I don’t like risking direct snow contact with my wings. Plus, all the snow that melts under me begins to freeze to my cape.”

The freckled VK looks distant for a second, then seems to get an idea. 

“Wait a sec!” He quickly slides off his own coat and lays it on the fluffy snow. “Now you have a double cover!”

I smile sadly at his thoughtful gesture. “Carlos, that’s really sweet. But I’m not sure-”

“Come on, it’ll only be for a second!” Carlos takes my hand and pulls me closer. “We’ll head straight back indoors, I promise.”

I must admit, Carlos’ pleading eyes combined with the sparkling snow is all too taunting to pass up despite my usual refusals.

With a deep breath, I hug my cape tighter around me and turn around to gently lie down on the soft blanket of snow. The cooler surface is refreshing, flooding my mind with childhood memories. Slowly, I bring my arms out to form the angel, and when I do I feel Carlos lay down beside me.

“Are you having fun?” He asks sincerely.

“Yes,” I answer in a relaxed tone, then seem to rethink something. “Carlos… Do you like spending time with me?”

Carlos doesn’t take more than 2 seconds to respond. “Of course! You’re always so full of fun ideas, and having a water balloon fight with you is one of the best things ever!”

I nod. “Does that mean… you enjoy my company? You like… me?”

By now we’ve both realized where this conversation might be going, but thankfully Carlos doesn’t seem weirded out by it and doesn’t slide away.

“Ok, don’t water-blast me for this,” Carlos takes a deep breath. “Would you be mad if I said I did like you? Maybe… as more than a friend?”

Is this what I think it is?

“So is this a date?” I stand up and my wings start getting excited, threatening to shake loose from my cape. “Oh no- I can’t be out too long!”

Carlos sees my panicked face and stands up with me to dust the snow off my cape. Then out of nowhere, he sweeps me up bridal-style and rushes me across the grounds to the dorm building entrance. We don’t speak, there’s no need to. I trust him not to drop me. Through speaking with actions Carlos shows me just how much he cares, and it sends my spirits soaring. I don’t know if it’s the sugar in the hot chocolate or my dilated emotions, but my heart’s racing like a rabbit!

When we get inside and the warmth engulfs my wings again, Carlos gently lets me down.

“I supposed I did mean for this to be a date,” Carlos admits. “I’m sorry you got too cold.”

For some reason my stubborn eyes can’t leave his cute face. “It’s my fault, I got too excited. I just wish I could stand the cold longer so I could enjoy it with you,” I say in a sad tone.

“I’d keep you warm.” Carlos leans in closer and wraps his arms around me, firm enough to show his affection but not too tight to damage my wings.

Using what courage I can muster, I turn my head up. “I know you will.” And with that, I press a soft kiss to his cheek.

Carlos’ face goes as red as a cherry, and immediately I regret being so bold.

“I’m sorry! God, I’m so bad at this- I just messed everything up- and now you’re mad-!”

Carlos cuts me off by leaning in to kiss my lips and my eyes close on instinct. If it weren’t for my wings going into hummingbird mode, this would be a really tender moment. 

When we break apart to breathe, I hear Carlos let out a surprised gasp.

“Sylvia, um… As much as I love your wings, would you mind letting me down?” He jokes.

My eyes pop open and I look down to find that my wings have lifted us up a good 5 feet in the air.

“Oh! Right. Sorry about that,” I gush as I lower us down, with Carlos still hugging me to him.

“Does this mean we can have more snow dates?” I ask in a timid voice.

Carlos grins. “That sounds fun! I think I just found my new favorite snow activity!”

I mirror his happiness with my own smile and grip his hand. “I think we’ve had enough snow for today, so how about watching a Christmas movie?”

“Perfect!” 

Carlos starts leading me back to his dorm, and when we pass by Evie and Jay in the hallway I swear I hear Evie mutter “It’s about time.” 

God, I love snow days!

@laylasshiftingtonight

[star-sara]

Mis Sans de Candyverse pero versión oficial uvu

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My Sans's from Candyverse but official version uvu

❌it's NOT ship❌

(He ((PL!Mel)) is like that)

✨ Ship ✨

Reaper x Dust

(Marshmallow x Icy)

:3

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Candyverse me pertenece/Belong to me !

[forever-rogue]

Omg! If you do short winter drabbles maybe the kids start a snowball fight and both Steve and you trip and fall, you on top of him ofc bc we love a good cliche and after years of dancing around each other you finally take the leap and kiss him and oh surprise he likes you back!! idk if this is inspiring, just throwing ideas out there 🥰 I love your blog btw congrats on your milestone you deserve it!! 💕💖

AN | It’s an actual drabble for once! Please this got me so soft 🥺🥺

Warnings | Mild Language

Pairing | Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 900

Masterlist | Steve, Main

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Be careful!” you didn’t even know why you bothered to yell at the kids. None of them were even paying attention to you, already too wrapped up in their little snowball fight, “someone’s gonna get hurt!”

“Andddd they are totally ignoring you,” Steve popped up right next to you, making your entire body flush with warmth despite the frigid temperatures. You beamed at him and shrugged your shoulders as if to say what a shocker. He matched your smile before delicately reaching over and brushing a few snowflakes out of your hair, “don’t worry, sweetheart, I’d never ignore you.”

And oh. He really had to go and pull out the sweetheart card. It was almost as if he knew that made you weak in the knees and want to kiss him on the spot. He probably knew, to be quite honest; you were pretty sure you weren’t subtle in your affections towards him. But if it bothered him, he never complained; maybe he just liked the attention.

“How very sweet of you, darling,” you teased, almost losing your mind when he looped his arms through yours. It was such an innocent gesture, but the thoughts it inspired in you were downright sinful, “Steve?”

“Come on,” he motioned his head across the park to where a few small holiday pop up stalls were located, “let’s go and get some hot chocolate.”

“Ooh, yes please,” what could possibly be better than Steve Harrington and hot chocolate? Nothing. You paused for a moment before giving him a serious look, “will there be mini marshmallows?”

“Of course!”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

One of the things you always loved about Steve was how easy and effortless it was to spend time with him. You supposed he was your best friend for a reason after all. The best friend you were madly and hopelessly in love with…even if he didn’t know that. 

Once you had your hot chocolates in hand, you were walking around the park, talking about anything and nothing at the same time. You could hear the kids laughing and screaming, way too invested in their little snowball fight. It was funny to watch them playing; it seemed like not that long ago that had been you and Steve. It seemed like so long ago, but at the same time you still felt like those kids at heart.

You could see the evidence of the fight all over the walking path, broken and scattered bits of ice all over. You were wearing decent boots so you weren’t too worried about slipping…but it seemed like destiny had a different plan. One foot forward after a moment of not paying attention, and….immediately you felt yourself start to slip. A small yelp of surprise escaped your lips, and Steve tried to catch and keep you from falling, but he too just went down. He did his best to shield you from hitting the cold, hard ground, but it was no use. The two of you were in a heap on the icy ground, hot chocolate spilled all around you. 

“Babe,” Steve’s eyes were wide as he looked you over to make sure you were okay.But when he saw the look on your face, a smile there despite the tumble he relaxed. You brought into a fit of giggles at the tangles of limbs the two of you had become, “are you alright?”

“Yes,” you promised, leaning forward to wipe a smudge of chocolate off his face, “I’m okay. What about you, Stevie?”

“I’m alright,” his big, soft eyes studied, and you felt your breath hitch in your throat. You hadn’t realized you were still touching his cheek until you noticed him leaning into your touch. The way he was looking at you made you want to die from the sweetness. Had he always looked at you like that? Fuck. He had. Why was it just now that you were noticing? You pulled your hand back suddenly, almost as if he had shocked you. He chuckled softly and shook his head in amusement, “what’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“Umm…” you opened and closed your mouth a few times before deciding fuck it. You leaned in and kissed him, nothing more than a small peck, a saccharine brush of your lips over his. But it felt so right. So utterly perfect. When you pulled back he was beaming at you, brighter than the sun itself, “h-have you always looked at me like that?”

“Yes,” he promised softly and your heart felt like it was going to burst with happiness - and all the love you had for him. He leaned in and kissed you again, his hand gently holding your face, “I’ve just been waiting for you to catch up.”

“I love you, Steve,” your voice was a whisper, almost as if you were afraid to say it out loud.

“I love you,” he whispered back, exchanging soft looks and shy smiles, “I-”

“Stop kissing!” Dustin’s voice cut right through both of you, “it’s gross!”

“Watch it Henderson!” Steve shouted back before turning to you again, “come on, let’s get out of here and somewhere warm.”

“Will there be more hot chocolate?”

“There will be more hot chocolate.”

“And more kisses?”

“All of the kisses.”

[sunboki]

hi my favorite bokie stan! congratulations for reaching 2k friends here in tumblr you deserve it <33 also, i saw your 2k followers event and i would like to participate if i may ^°^

love language/s: quality time & physical touch

skz member: seungmin (the usual)

can be a headcanon mehehe thank you so much and congratulations once again, take your time!! 🩷

kim seungmin x f. reader

notes . hi keisy!! i was so happy to see you participating in this event, i had to include lover in the header for my fellow swifty<3

— event masterlist

seungmin’s favorite time of year, always, is christmas

not necessarily when he was younger, but once he met you, the holiday became heavily favored in the little apartment you both called home

making cookies, snowmen, drinking cocoa, if he could enjoy anything with you it would always be his favorite

the middle of december in Seoul is cold and icy, ground blanketed with bountiful amounts of snow

and miraculously, while majority of the members are staying inside today with their families, you and your boyfriend are trudging through the snow towards the supermarket in search of marshmallows

this year seungmin’s family is paying a visit, waiting back at your place after you had assured them you’d be speedy purchasing the goods

except the crisp air just seems a bit too refreshing, and you’re skipping around in the snow — ignoring the your boyfriends warning to be careful till you slip and land flat on your butt

no less he’s pulling his scarf tighter over his nose, muffling the laughter you can see fogging up his face

you’re not amused

although laughing beforehand, he’s quick to help you up, pulling his jacket off his back despite the bitter chill to wrap around your shoulders, using the sides he’s holding to pull you closer to him

‘cute’, he thinks while admiring your rosy cheeks and ears, clad in mittens and big ‘ol boots

“‘m gonna hold this against you for a while y’know.” he’s giggling again, kissing your nose after you send him an adorable pouty face he simply can’t resist

“you mention it in front of your family and i keep all the marshmallows.” you snatch the bag from his hands, stomping away childishly

yeah, you slipped again

and yeah, seungmin’s laughing, again

he’s lucky he’s cute

all rights reserved by @sunboki. repost and plagiarism will not be tolerated.

[thvkei]

SNOWBOUND BABY / TOKREV X READER.

@thvkei; cute lil things our boys do during winter ⟡ part one.

ft. takemichi, mikey, and draken x gn!reader

genre. fluff, headcanons

notes. this post is sfw, but this account contains nsfw content. please do not follow if you're a minor.

✰ TAKEMICHI.

as hard as he tries to be the stoic, protective boyfriend, something about the way the snow spills fluidly from the abundance of clouds above his head makes his heart retreat to his childhood days.

he loves winter, but hates the cold. you find it funny how he humors himself by building snow castles and other childish matters, yet complains when the icy burn of frost bites at the tips of his fingers.

CONSTANTLY gets caught underneath the mistletoe. he finds it so embarrassing but he loves kissing you so he can't complain.

gingerbread-house-decorating-competition in which his literally falls apart in front of your eyes and you hysterically watch him try and piece it back together.

no matter how long you've been dating, he still gets flustered when you take his cheeks between your palms, soothing the redness that consumes them due to the biting cold.

takes you to see a christmas play but it turns out to be for kids. you both get bored and end up running out, giggling whilst plotting to meet up with his friends and get tipsy on eggnog and mulled wine.

big fan of hot chocolate, but is absolute ass at making them. how someone can be bad at making at hot drink, you aren't sure. however, after his first and only attempt, you ultimately decide that you'll be in charge of making them from now on.

leaves buying christmas presents until last minute bc he thinks he can handle it... wrong L bozo. 💀

panics on christmas eve and embarrassedly calls you in the middle of a clothes store asking what your size is.

ends up buying you a pair of matching pjs, they're super cute 'n fluffy <3

tries so hard to wrap your presents but he literally can't figure out how to make it look neat for the life of him 😭. skill issue tbh.

running up to him before he can slip out for work in the morning, wrapping his scarf around his neck and planting a kiss on his cheek while he quietly recognizes how lucky he is to have you in his life.

ice skating date where takemichi falls so many times you swear he will be littered in bruises the following day, which you were right about.

flu season. he believes he's immune, (he's not), and always ends up sick.

taking a hot shower together to warm up :))

BLANKET HOGGER‼️ steals the blankets from you when you're asleep, so you have to literally have to fight him for them. falls off the bed.

✰ MIKEY.

literally a winter fiend.

unbothered by the cold but always faces the consequences, which is lowkey annoying cuz he always catches a cold 'n then you have to babysit his ass back to full health.

steals all your coats, hoodies and jackets even though he has his own.

when you question him on it, he either lies about stealing, (even when he's LITERALLY wearing it), or deflects your accusing tone with a compliment.

"you know, the snow really brings out the color of your eyes. they're s'pretty, y/n. ♡."

"mikey 😐."

if you're stupid enough to even TRY and wear a scarf in his vicinity, you better run cuz he will grab that shit 'n force you to share.

forces you to make him hot coco (with whipped cream 'n marshmallows ofc)

he loves decorating the tree, will put you on his shoulders to place the star at the top ˊᗜˋ

intently watches you wrap presents. sticking your tongue out, fiddling with the tape 'n trying to hold it all together. he thinks it's so cute and endearing, he can't bring himself to help when you look so adorable.

gets concerningly pale?? i mean, he's already pale, but when he's cold, he gets like even whiter LMAO some1 help him

loves making snow angels

takes you on his bike to see the christmas lights!!

starts snowball fights out of fucking nowhere. you swear he almost gave you a concussion once but he denies it ever happening smh. 🤥

trying to do a christmas movie marathon but tbh good luck bc this man can't focus for more than 5 minutes.

as well as being a blanket hogger, in winter, mikey and the concept of personal space become complete strangers. bro will cling to you like you're tryin' to go somewhere when actually you're just trying to sleep.

✰ DRAKEN.

one of the best winter boyfriends omg!!

constantly warm. it's like hugging a fucking radiator, but in a good way :D

the feeling of waking up next to him in winter is unmatched. your head lies on his chest, and his bicep holds your waist against him with the perfect strength. soft snores pass through his open lips, blonde locks strewn across the pillow.

late night trips to the convenience store bc u want snacks!!

constantly shoving an extra layer of clothes on you, just to be safe.

personally isn't a fan of the cold, but bares it for you.

you force him to go ice skating with you, but all it takes is one fall and he's stomping off the rink cussing out the ice whilst you cling to him, drowning in your own giggles.

strokes you hair as you watch christmas classics, feeling his chest vibrate with gentle laughter as he cradles you against him.

laughing at him because he's wearing mittens LMAO

surprise attacking him with a wrestle in the snow, only to end up pinned beneath him panting and tapping out because his bodyweight is crushing you.

would take a lot of convincing, but would wear a onesie if it really made you happy.

going on a cut-your-own-christmas-tree-farm date and my god does he make a fine lumberjack.

even though you’d been extra cautious, you still got sick. but don't worry, ken takes care of you.

that is after he's lectured you on wearing warmer clothes even though you literally wear at least two hoodies every time you walk outside.

gets pissed when you shove snow in his hood and doesn't notice until he pulls it over his head. 💀

making cookies together but somehow coming out with triple how many you were acc supposed to make so your kitchen was practically overflowing with the damn things.

going on a date to see the fireworks. draken stares at you with love and true adoration in his eyes as you gawk at the pretty streams of light, lips forming an 'o' as you admire the way they shoot through the sky. he's never been happier.

please do not repost or steal my work ─ i don't allow translations or resposts on any other platforms.

[siempre-bucky]

vampires

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: Caroline Bradshaw is convinced her dad is a vampire. She was more than convinced after hearing him tell you he wanted to suck your blood and spotting a hickey on your neck.

wc: 2k

a/n: I needed some Halloween fluff with this man... I did. enjoy!

The quaint San Diego house was dark with the exception of the blue lights emitting from the television screen. Caroline snuggled up to her father on the couch, her hand deep in the bright orange popcorn bowl while Bradley draped his arm around her cold little arm. Her eyes were glued to Halloweentown, using muscle memory to shove a fist full of popcorn in her mouth. 

Bradley watched with amusement, listening to his daughter's joy-filled giggles as she watched the young witch interact with the silly-looking creatures. He chuckled as she audibly made her distaste known as the kids grabbed the fang of a vampire. Caroline dragged the tip of her tongue over her baby canine tooth “Daddy,” she began, her hazel eyes looking up at the man. 

“Yes, sweetheart?” 

“Are vampires real, like in the movie?” 

He bit back a laugh at her innocent question, “Of course not. Vampires suck blood, turning their victims into minions of the undead,” he went on, tilting his head side to side. Caroline gulped, her little body stiffening. He looked down, his words instantly coming to a halt. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. There are no such things as vampires, werewolves, or goblins…the jury’s still out on ghosts. They’re just in the movies.” 

It seemed to have calmed her down for the moment, the eight-year-old beginning to relax at his side, her head pressing against his chest. 

Well, it was fine, until she was in her princess bed, looking up at the ceiling that was slightly illuminated by the stars coming from her night light. What if a vampire snuck into her room and drank her blood? Hypnotizing her to do their bidding? Caroline shook her head and sprang up from her bed, heading for her bookshelf.  She pulled down a book of creatures that Mickey gave to her as a Christmas present. “Vampires, vampires, vampires—ah!” she whispered as she searched and found the page about the fanged creatures of the night. 

Her eyes widened in fear as she scanned the page. “Vampires suck the book of their victims, can turn into bats, hate garlic,” she read to herself, “they’re allergic to sunlight and can be destroyed by–ew!” she slammed the book closed and swiftly walked down the hall. 

“Bradley.” She heard you giggle from inside your bedroom. Caroline looked in through the crack of the door and saw Bradley sitting next to you, his lips attached to your neck. Her eyes widened—he couldn’t be. “What are you trying to do? Draw blood?” you laughed, playfully pushing him away. 

“I want to suck your blood,” he put on a fake accent and put his arm around you, pushing you lower into your pillow while you tried to muffle your laughter.

Caroline gasped for air, not realizing she was holding her breath. She pressed her back against the cold wall and panted. There was no way—he said they only existed in the movies. He must’ve been joking, she soothed herself, but her suspicion stayed with her through the night. 

The next morning, the girl sat at the kitchen table, pushing around the marshmallows of her cereal. You were humming to yourself as you placed a small arrangement of orange flowers on the table, “Are you ok?” you asked, watching the stern expression on your daughter's face. 

“Mhm,” she responded. 

“Was the movie too scary?” 

“No,” she sighed, “it was fine.” 

You nodded, mostly unconvinced by her reasoning. You moved your hair to the side, turning to walk away. Caroline looked up at the perfect time to see the small purple bruise on the side of your neck; the spot was perfect for a vampire’s fangs. Her blood ran cold, an icy chill ran down her spine. 

She was convinced: her father, Bradley Bradshaw, was a vampire. 

He came down the stairs as soon as the realization came to her, his eyes squinted and pained groans coming from his mouth. Bradley hurried to the windows and pulled the curtains closed, cursing at the sun under his breath. Caroline whipped her head around to look at him, “Y-you don’t like the sun?” she asked, hiding the tremble. 

“No,” he gruffed, trying to keep the house as dark as possible. Vampires hated the sun. He walked like the dead, footsteps heavy towards the kitchen. 

“What’s the real problem?” you questioned him after following him into the kitchen. 

“Headache.” Rooster was a man of few words when his head felt like it was going to explode. “Need a new pillow or something.” 

You carded your fingers in his hair and gave his scalp a few gentle scratches. A low rumble emitted from his throat, "You shouldn't fly today," you tell him, removing your hand and walking towards the medicine cabinet. 

He gratefully took the seafoam green capsules and a small glass of water. Bradley wrapped his arm around your waist to draw you closer to his side. "I'll be fine after this and some food. I promise, honey." His eyes spotted the dark hickey on the side of your neck, an instant pleasurable reminder of last night's activities. 

Bradley leaned in closer, his lips slightly parted. The distance was shrinking, plush lips were so close to making contact with your soft skin. The door opened abruptly, "Mom!" Caroline's voice boomed. 

You and Bradley jolted, inching away from one another. "What?" You panted, your hand covering your beating heart. 

Her hazel eyes swiveled from her mother to her father. You nor she had a wooden stake, just in case things got ugly. "I-I can't find my folder for school," she lied instead. 

"Oh," you mumbled, blinking in surprise at her outburst. "I'll be right there to help." 

You and Bradley shrugged at one another. 

—

That night at dinner wasn't much better, your daughter had stayed silent most of the day after you picked her up from school. "Honey, go grab the garlic bread from the kitchen, please," you told her kindly, setting down the pot of spaghetti on the table. 

Garlic bread. Garlic was used to ward off vampires. Caroline raced into the kitchen and grabbed the garlic salt from the cabinet. Her tongue poked out as she smothered the already fragrant bread. She thought this was a fool's proof way to see if her dad really was a vampire. 

She placed the bread on the table in front of her father, matching eyes staring at him the whole time. Bradley scrunched his nose as the smell of the garlic tickled his nostrils. 

"How was work?" You asked Bradley. 

"Mav and Cyclone almost got into a screaming match," he chuckled, bypassing the bread and straight for the pasta. 

Caroline formed a disappointed face, her fork clinking on the plate roughly. He didn't touch it for most of dinner. She was going to have to prompt him. "Do you want some of the garlic bread, Daddy? I helped make it." Bradley couldn't say no to his little girl. 

The aviator inhaled, almost coughing at the over usage of the ingredient. His stomach churned at the thought of it in his mouth. "Uh," he tried to laugh it off, "I'm really full, Caroline. I'll have some later, alright?" He patted his toned stomach for added effect 

That's certainly something a vampire would say. Denial of garlic. Aversion to the sun. The young girl was more convinced than ever. 

—

She stood next to him on her step stool in the bathroom as they brushed their teeth. The only way Caroline would brush her teeth was if her dad did it with her. She could see his reflection in the mirror, so maybe there was still hope that he wasn’t? 

She kept looking upwards, he was paying a lot of attention to his 'fangs' she noticed. Had to keep them clean for his next victim. She gulped and quickly finished, spitting into the sink before darting out of the room and leaving Bradley confused. 

—

"There's something going on with her," Bradley commented as he climbed into bed. You looked up from your book and wedged your bookmark in between the pages. 

"I noticed. Are you sure she was okay after the movie?" You questioned, placing your book on the bedside table. 

"It was just Halloweentown," he hummed, kissing your shoulder. You giggled at the hairs of his mustache that tickled your skin. 

"She's eight," you retorted. 

Your husband slid closer, strong hand gliding along your stomach before resting on your side. His lips kissed higher and hair until he was able to suck on the sensitive skin, "I know," he whispered. 

Bradley smirked at the whimper that fell from your lips. "Menace," you grumbled. Both of you were distracted, losing your train of thought. 

"Should I close the door?" He asked lowly, sending a shiver down your spine. 

As his lips left your neck, you let out a small moan, “Please.” 

Before he could get up, the door busted open. You swore there was going to be a hole in the drywall from how aggressively Caroline opened it. You and Bradley looked at her in shock, her face was full of fear. “Mom, don’t let him kiss you!” 

“Caroline, what’s going on?” you asked as calmly as you could in hopes to calm her.

She took in a few deep breaths and clenched her small hands into fists. “Dad wants to turn you into a minion of the undead!” she yelped. 

“I what?” 

“Excuse me?” 

You and Bradley spoke in unison and shared the same confused expression. “Dad’s a vampire!” 

Bradley stifled a laugh. “Sweetheart, I’m not a vampire.” 

“Oh yeah?” she huffed, marching towards the bed, “Then why did you close the curtains? Vampires burn in the sun.” 

“I had a headache and the light made it worse. Caroline, come here,” he outstretched his arms for her. 

She shook her head feverishly, “No! I won’t let you take my blood.” 

“I’m not taking anyone’s blood.” 

“Then why does mom have a bruise on her neck? A-and I heard you tell her that you wanted to suck her blood.” 

You placed your hand on Bradley's bicep and used your other to reach for her. “Honey, your dad was just messing around, he was trying to make me laugh,” you explain calmly. Caroline couldn’t take her eyes off her dad but she did put her hand in yours, climbing onto the bed. 

“But your neck.” 

You giggled and nudged your husband, “Sometimes he kisses too hard,” you managed to keep it rated g for her, “but he was not trying to suck my blood. Your daddy is a pilot, not a vampire. I promise.” Her stern face fell, and her poor cheeks turned a deep shade of red

“Caroline,” Bradley spoke softly. She looked at him shyly, a mix of uncertainty and embarrassment. He took her in his arms and cradled her against his chest, her eyes looking up at him. “Look,” he raised his top lip to show her his teeth, “no fangs.” 

She giggled and nuzzled into him. “You’re not a vampire,” she sighed in relief. 

“Not a vampire,” he repeated. 

You scooted closer and ran your fingers through her hair, “Maybe no more Halloween movies this year, hmm?” 

She scoffed as you kissed her forehead, “But I wanna see Halloweentown 2!” She playfully went slack in his arms, her head rolling backward to look at you upside down. “I’ll be fine!” 

You laughed and rolled your eyes, “You can’t go around and accuse someone of being a troll or a vampire then,” you leaned forward and started to tickle her sides. Caroline thrashed and laughed loudly, kicking her feet. 

Bradley scooped her up and held her away from you, “You’re gonna believe me when I say something doesn't exist?” he questioned with a smirk. 

His daughter smiled, “I promise to believe you.” She rolled away and got under the blankets, making herself comfortable between her parents. You gave her a kiss on the cheek while Bradley kissed the other. He reached over and kissed you softly on the lips before turning off the light. 

“Daddy, you said ghosts might be real?” 

“Sleep, Caroline. Shh, shh, shh,” he told her sleepily, covering her eyes with his hand.