5. Thank me out loud, by name, right there on the spot, as you enjoy them. I don’t care who else is in the room, and I don’t care how far apart we are. I will hear you, and I will appreciate it.
It’s the candy shell that makes Skittles work so well as a frozen treat. When you put the candy in your mouth, that shell crackles like Pop Rocks. If that’s a sensation you don’t enjoy, you’re dead inside.
- All you want for Christmas is Taehyung. Too bad he’s completely oblivious to your feelings… or is he? -
genre: fluff insp: ‘All I want for Christmas is You’ by Mariah Carey word count: 1.5k
“What do you want for Christmas this year?” Taehyung’s question, which
pops up over a bowlful of ice-cream shared between two, has blood rushing to your
“Hmm…” you muse, as you suck the last drops of vanilla off
your spoon. The ice-cream was Taehyung’s idea, presented to you with the claim that a frozen
treat would make you forget about the frozen weather. Now a thick, fluffy
blanket stretches between the two of you, protecting you from the brain-numbing coldness
of vanilla and cookie-dough heaven. He grins at you, a grand feat with his
mouth full, and waits for your answer. But how could you tell him that the only
thing you want this year is for him to set down his bowl of ice-cream,
slide across the three-and-a-half inches that divide you, and drown you with cold-combating kisses? His innocent chocolate eyes blink lazily at you,
completely unaware of the thoughts that are fogging up your brain – thoughts of
his lips tracing your neck, of his breath grazing your skin, of… of… “I guess
some books, or DVDs will do this year.”
Ladynoir: Parisian skylines at dusk, the smell of leather, little scrapes and big grins, side-cramping laughter, mud on shoe shoes, copper on the back of your tongue, wind-tousled hair and sticky frozen treats, stolen liqueur and midnight dares, standing back-to-back against the world, cigarette smoke and dirty alleyways, moments stolen but kisses freely given, ‘everyone you meet comes into your life for a reason’, unquestioning trust
Ladrien: four dozen red roses with blushes to match, hiccupy syrup-sweet giggles and shy, glancing touches, the swoop in your stomach when you miss a step, love at first sight, summer storms, sunshine daydreams, afternoon naps, standing on an edge with your back to the wind, butterflies in your stomach, electric and new, jasmine and wet concrete, changing room trysts, thank-you kisses and Spiderman kisses and ‘I’m glad you’re safe’ kisses
Adrienette: pink cotton candy and chocolate-vanilla swirl ice cream, shakes at retro diners topped with maraschino cherries, sidewalk chalk drawings of initials in hearts, toasted vanilla beans and fresh-cut grass, breathless, fumbling first times, seven minutes in heaven, whispered secrets hiding the kind of longing that hurts, locker room love notes and fencing trophies and tournament after-parties
Marichat: worn PlayStation controllers and the remains of pastries, hand-quilted blanket nests, rain on window panes and fresh-baked bread, bubblegum bubbles, friends with benefits, mugs with cat puns printed in the sides, morning breath morning-afters and pillow fights, houses of playing cards and arguments over Uno, three A.M. pep talks and next-day ‘I told you so’s, affectionate gestures both unthinking and unabashed
Summer isn’t summer without a frozen treat. We didn’t have the money for fancy popsicles, so my uncle would make his own and bring them from across the street. He snapped twigs off of stranger’s trees, and froze salt water onto the ends.
All the X-Men sat in a circle after yet another successful mission. You were next to your best friend, Kurt, and your boyfriend, Logan. As a thank you, one of the men you saved gave the school fifty six gallons of chocolate and vanilla ice cream. Now all you enjoyed the frozen treat together.
You hadn’t been hungry when Bobby first opened the first chocolate tub, but now you kinda wanted some. As luck would have it, Logan had a big bowl of chocolate ice cream in his hands. The only utensil close was a fork, so you grabbed it and went to grab a scoop, but Logan moved the bowl away from you. “Hey!” you pouted, but he ignored you and kept on eating his ice cream while staring of into the distance.
Once again you tried, with your fork to get some ice cream from his bowl, but it moved away. Kurt chuckled at your efforts, earning a playful glare. You tried again, and again, but Logan still wouldn’t share. “Why won’t you share?” You asked Logan with your hand on your hips and a playfully stern look on your face.
“Because you’re trying to eat it with a fucking fork!” He took the fork from your hands and threw it behind the chair he was sitting in. You gawked at him for a moment before he handed you his spoon and moved the bowl closer to you. Kitty and Rogue awwed at him while Storm mock awwed and Kurt chuckled again.
“Shudup!” Logan muttered. You danced around slightly, ignoring them, as you finally ate a scoop of the ice cream.