Don’t you think Derek would give the most amazing hugs? Like, big, warm, and snuggly, but no one knows because he’s all GRRR! and eyebrows.
So Stiles braves it one day and discovers something magic, and then, he can’t stop. He starts hugging Derek whenever he has the chance. Like, after fights, or when he catches Derek lurking, or whenever he steps foot inside the loft, or runs into Derek in town.
Stiles just leaps at Derek in the frozen food aisle and Derek has to drop the carton of ice cream he’s holding to catch him, and once, Stiles went in for a hug at the sheriff’s station in front of his dad, and Derek just buries his nose in Stiles’ neck and inhales. The sheriff just doesn’t wanna know, like nope, don’t even wanna.
Let’s face it. Stiles smells damn good. All woodsy with a hint of spice.
At first, Derek didn’t really know what to think when Stiles first hugs him out of nowhere. It was after an intense fight and they’re both covered in blood. He’s so stunned that anyone would even hug him, but he doesn’t even hesitate to wrap his arms around Stiles. It isn’t until later that he realizes how good Stiles smells, and he starts to bury his nose in Stiles’ neck whenever Stiles’ hugs him.
Eventually, it isn’t just Stiles that initiates the hugs. Derek makes it a habit of sneaking up on the little shit and hugging him from behind just so he can hear Stiles scream when his feet leave the ground.
getting myself comfy in bed for those fresh sleeps, got my 15 pillows all pluffy, got my good warm duvet, got my cat curled up on my head purring, got my 50 swords cradled in my arms
that's just unrealistic no one cares about duvet covers anymore
excuse you i am not waking up to a thick layer of frost encrusting my body , get outta here with yuor warm climate privilege im 50% bisexual 50% duvet cover and 100% warm and snuggly all year
Thank you to my love( @eversincecheshire ) for giving me inspiration for this little blurb because holy crap I wanna cuddle this little shit.(we also decided that it was y/n who yelled ‘I love you!’ to him and made him laugh but it wouldn’t fit into the screenshot. Enjoy!
You were so happy to be joining Harry on his trip to New York. Not only did you get to see his new place in the city but you also got to accompany him to his performance on the Today Show. He was so excited about this performance, he was performing another new song and was excited to see how people reacted to it. You loved supporting him and being there with him.
“Ready, love?” You look up from your phone where you had been scrolling through twitter, reading peoples tweets about their excitement about Harry’s performance. Harry had been in the bathroom of his dressing room he’d been provided and you noticed that he had slipped into a brown over-sized sweater that you enjoyed very much. You loved wearing it, allowing it to swallow you up, your arms flapping in the long sleeves that hung well past your hands. You also enjoyed just simply snuggling up against Harry’s chest when he wore it. He was so snuggly and warm in it. You could stay there against his chest forever.
“Nice sweater.” You tell him, a grin on your face as you stand from the couch you had been curled up on while Harry got ready. You watch his face break into a wide grin as he holds his large ringed hand out to you. When you rest your hand in his, he brings it up to his lips, his perfect pink lips pressing gently against the back of your hand as you smile at each other.
“’s a bit chilly outside, though’ I should be warm.” You just grin as he then leads you from the room. The screaming was almost deafening once the fans got sight of Harry and his band as they moved towards the stage. “Gonna watch, righ’?” He asks, turning to face you as you took your spot beside one of the amps, ready to watch your man do his thing. “’s just rehearsal so you can go inside, ya know.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” You assure him, knowing that your presence and the sight of you helped Harry’s nerves. Performing solo was still a big deal for him and he got nervous. He said it always steadied him to have you close and in his line of view when things got hard. He gives you a smile and leans down to press a gentle kiss to your lips before he turns and heads onstage.
You watch, a smile on your face as he does his thing. You would never tire of seeing Harry perform. This is what he was meant to be doing and you were happy to be supporting him through all of this. Once he got to Sign of the Times you couldn’t stop grinning. He loved this song and you loved it as well, so you loved hearing him sing it. He often sang it around the house, still trying to get used to those hard falsetto notes and you loved it.
Right before he broke into the chorus, things were just a bit quiet and you couldn’t help yourself as you cupped your hands around your mouth and shouted out to him.
“I love you!” You exclaimed. The crowd laughed and cheered. Harry was just about to start the falsetto bit but he ended up letting out a laugh instead. He took a step back from the microphone, his face set in a wide grin as he turned to look at you. You grin back at him, bringing your hand up to wiggle them in a wave. He gives a small shake of his head, still a wide grin set onto that handsome face of his as he went back to the mic. He still had a smile on his face as he began to sing again.
As he continued on with rehearsal, you felt yourself getting a bit chilly in that cold New York air and you longed for the warmth of that big sweater of his, warm from his body heat. As soon as he walked off stage a bit later, you gave him a small pout and wiggled your arms out towards him. He gave you a frown, a deep crease between his brows as he didn’t understand what you meant. He moved to take you up in his arms but you stepped back and looked down at the sweater, reaching out for him again.
He understood then and gives a playful roll of his eyes before letting out a large sigh and tugs it up and over his head. You grin as he hands it out to you. Once it was over your head and your arms slid into the warmth of those long sleeves, you reach forward, kissing him gently. He gives another sigh and reaches his long arms out for you.
“Betteh?” He questions you as you snuggle your head into his strong chest, nuzzling your cheek into his t-shirt, also giving a nod. He wraps his arms tight around you, pressing his nose into the top of your head, his lips pressing a gentle kiss into your hair. “Good.” He kisses you again, swaying you both a bit side to side. “Tha’s my sweet girl.” You smile, closing your eyes as you take in a deep breath. Harry’s warmth, the smell of his cologne, and his strong arms enveloped you.
Harry couldn’t express the love and adoration he had for you enough. He was so thankful to have you here with him to experience all of this and support him, even if you were a sweater thief.
Character: Remus Lupin.
Era: Marauders Era.
Warnings: Talk of scars.
Info: No house or blood status is mentioned. Just some short fluff.
Summary: When you and Remus decided to miss out on the Quiddich celebrations, you find it hard to debate whether to go and retrieve your friends or not when you’re so comfortable.
A/N: You should read this because it had drunk Sirius and James near the end, and that part is actually one of the favourite things I’ve ever come up with.
Despite it being 2 in the morning, you could still here the whoops and mull of the Gryffindor house in celebration, despite them celebrating the quidditch success since 5:30 the previous evening.
Remus came out of the bathroom and admired you for a short moment. The dull flicker of the lights made the dimly lit room cosy as you sat with your legs crossed on his bed, his Gryffindor jumper wrapped warmly around you, joggers and fuzzy socks as you turned your head and smiled at him.
He walked over and jumped onto the bed, leaning over to kiss your cheek before slumping back to lean on one of his arms.
“We should try and drag Sirius and James up to bed.”
“What about Peter?”
“If he’s been trying to keep up with those two, he’ll be passed out already. And if we don’t do something soon, then so will Sirius.” You explained as he groaned, giving you a cheeky smile.
“Can we not leave them?” He suggested as he shifted closer to you.
“No, we can’t.” You said, giving him a pointed look but not being able to hide your smile.
“Just for a minute? Or ten?” He suggested, placing his forehead on yours, pushing his lips to yours as you giggled, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you back with him, his head hitting his pillow as you squealed and his grip on your waist tightened.
“Oh no, looks like we can’t go get them now, what a shame.” He said with mock disappointment, moving his foot to try and move the covers further up the bed.
“And I thought you’d be the one to help your friends.” You teased back as he finally managed to stretch his free arm to drag up the duvet to encase you both.
“I am not my brothers keeper.”
“Wow. Quoting the Bible. I didn’t know you read anything other than DADA textbooks.”
“Well, it might as well be fiction.”
“Says the magical werewolf who won’t go get his friends from a party where they were celebrating chasing an enchanted ball on flying broomsticks.” You retorted, sliding off his body to lay your ear on his pillow and your body to the side, inviting the warmth from the duvet.
“Touché.” He replied with a chuckle as you kissed his collarbone before laying your hands on his bare chest before quickly retreating them backwards.
“Merlin Remus, you’re freezing.”
“Noooo, your hands are warm.” He complained like a child before gently taking your wrists and placing the warm palms on his cheeks as he closed his eyes and kept them there whilst he soaked up the warmth.
“Maybe if you didn’t walk around shirtless so much you wouldn’t be so cold.”
“It’s hard when you’ve taken my jumper, isn’t it?” He said, raising his eyebrows cheekily.
“This isn’t the only piece of clothing you own!” You exclaimed as he laughed and pulled you closer, his nose against yours.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” He whispered as you smiled up into his eyes.
“So are you.” You mused.
“Yeah. The scars are real beautiful.” He said sarcastically as your hands trailed their way down to the dips in the skin by his ribs.
“They are. They’re a mark of how strong you are. Of how you’ve survived. It lets me know that you can be hurt and safe when you’re out there.”
“You shouldn’t be worrying your pretty little head about anything when I’m out there.” He said, placing his lips on your forehead for several seconds.
“I like worrying. I’m very good at it.” You informed him as he laughed, looking down before he put his lips against your, your heart thumping as his lips moved slowly against yours, his bare chest pressed up against you and his arms pulling you in by the small of your back.
It was beautiful. It was loving and sensual in the most innocent way.
“Mmm. I don’t like you anymore.” You sighed against his lips softly as his eyes dragged open as he chuckled, staring gently at you.
“Because now if I want to get the boys up here, I need to get out of here, where I’m warm and snuggly.” You complained, pushing your cheek against Remus’ chest where he now lay on his back.
“Or… We could just lay here, allow them to be teenagers and allow them to make their own mistakes.” He shrugged as you looked up and met his eyes.
“Oh God. We’re an old married couple already, aren’t we?” You joked as he tightened his grip your body and kissed the top of your head.
“It’s not the end of the world.” He said, and if on cue, the duo stumbled in.
“Hey look. Moony. And Mrs Moony.” Sirius beamed like he’d just discovered something amazing.
“See. Now you don’t have to get out of bed.” Remus whispered in your ear.
“James! James, Moony is whispering, they’re talking about us.”
“We weren’t Pads.”
“Promise?” He asked like a four year old.
“Promise.” You confirmed as he giggled and flopped into bed.
“I’m a Dementor. Oooohhhhhhh.” A figure shaped like James said, running around the room in a blanket.
“Prongs, please go to sleep.” Remus asked as Sirius went:
“Moony. Moony. Moony. Moony moony moon moons.”
“Yes?” He said unimpressed.
“Make sure Y/N doesn’t watch me getting changed.”
“I won’t Sirius.” You told him.
“I don’t trust you.” He stated simply as Remus chucked the duvet over your head.
“See. She won’t look.”
“Thanks Moony, love wooo.” He said blissfully.
“Ha. Love woo.” You mocked as Remus kicked your leg.
“Why doesn’t Lily love me?”
“Oh God. He’s that type of drunk.” Remus muttered as he pulled the covers back to let you see again.
“Omigod! Prongs, Y/N was here the entire time!” Sirius gawked, now in a different shirt and his boxers, stumbling through the room.
“Maybe it’s not that she doesn’t love you, she just doesn’t realise it yet.” You told him gently as his pout and the sad flop of messy hair with the blanket around his shoulders made him look like the sad kid who was told to stop playing superheroes.
“But will she ever?” He asked, pouting.
“I tell you what James, why don’t you go to sleep and we’ll go to the Astronomy Tower and look in the crystal balls tomorrow morning?” You said. Neither of you had the talent or ‘the gift of sight’ as it was put but Prongs usually forgot this in his drunken state and nodded thoughtfully as he got under the covers fully clothed.
Sirius, however, was still skipping around the room.
“Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Hoggy Hogwarts, teach us something please!” He sang, jumping about the centre of the room.
“Will you pass me the map please?”
“It’s for Moony.” He looked at you suspiciously before waddling over and handing you the paper before you grabbed his hand and told him:
“Yes Mummy Moony.” He muttered, letting your hand fall as he climbed into bed and turned your head to Remus.
“He’s in the common room, he’s fine.” Remus said, muttering:
“Mischief Managed.” Whilst you brought the dim lights to darkness and placed your wand on the windowsill next to the bed.
“How do I get Lily to love me?” James asked, Sirius already snoring as you found a comfy position in Moony’s arms and began to drift off.
“Give good hugs.”
Gabriel stirred from his sleep
drowsily – one hand lifting to bat away whatever it was that tickled his nose.
His hand bumped against something quite solid and he heard a soft, indignant
squeak – Jack flopped back with a pout, his fluffy, pointed ears pressed flat
against his head in a gesture of clear indignation. Gabriel couldn’t help but
chuckle as he blinked, slowly adjusting his eyes to the gentle sunlight that
filtered through the nearby window. Jack already looked lively and awake, too
golden and blue and bright.
“What time is it?” Gabriel
reached out, cupping Jack’s face with his big hand, encouraging Jack to nuzzle
up against his palm. He felt warm and safe and was in absolutely no hurry to
“Eight. So it’s time to get up!”
Jack’s ears perked again as he was petted gently, a contented look passing over
his face as he turned his cheek into Gabriel’s hand, rubbing against it with a
soft, pleased sound.
Gabriel’s eyes slipped closed. “Let
me sleep a little more …”
“No.” Jack whined softly. “Gabiiiiii ….”
Gabriel groaned gently in
protest, but it was only half-hearted. He could feel Jack’s tail whisking
against his legs and managed to trap the tip beneath his foot.
“Gabi pleaseeeee ….” Jack pushed his face back up against Gabriel’s beard. He started planting tiny little kisses over every inch of Gabriel’s face he could
get to. “Please; I’m hungry, Gabi …”
Gabriel could feel Jack’s tail twitching
beneath his foot and couldn’t help but laugh as Jack continued his pestering
attack of little butterfly kisses.
“Stop it! Let me sleep-!” He
tried to turn his face into the pillow, but Jack growled faintly and sank his
teeth ever-so-gently into the shell of Gabe’s ear. “I’m hungry-!”
“Well don’t eat me, carino~! It’s
the weekend! Let’s sleep a little more … I’ll make you anything you want in an hour, I promise …”
Jack grumbled, but when it became
very apparent that Gabriel had absolutely no intention of moving no matter how
much he was pestered with kisses, he gave in. Flopping back down, Jack set about
curling himself up as close as he possibly could to the other man, pushing a
very good-naturedly pliant Gabriel until they were a warm, snuggly tangle of
blanket and limbs.
Gabriel pressed his face into
Jack’s fluffy blonde hair – all mussed up and ruffled – and felt an ear twitch
against his cheek. He grinned to himself. Mornings like this, he quietly mused,
were wonderful. He’d gladly never get out of bed if it meant he could have an
armful of this warm, sleep kitty all to himself.
could you maybe write some headcanons for dating/cuddling/flirting with everyones favourite meme machine kleinman?
cuddle the meme machine he deserves it
➩ i’m telling you, this boy is like a human furnace. he puts out so much heat it’s insane.
this does make for good cuddling though because he’s always so warm and being warm makes you snuggly
➩ cuddling usually happens when you guys are watching a movie or tv show. there’s a commercial or a lull in action and jared just pulls you in for some snuggles.
➩ there are days though that he brings you to his house specifically for a snuggle session, typically after one of you has had a bad day.
➩➩ these are some of the best cuddles because you just lay together on his bed and take in each others warmth. he plays with your hair or rubs shapes into your skin. you press gentle kisses against wherever you can reach. it’s silent and calm and gentle.
➩ cuddling is one of his favorite past times, aside from video games. he feels like it’s a really good way to be intimate without doing anything really.
➩ highkey the best cuddler in the gang. since he’s so fuckign HOT all the time, it’s like you’ve got a walking blanket to wrap yourself in whenever you need to.
➩➩ a loud, meme-ing, walking blanket, but one you love and adore anyways.
okay, but consider with me… Andrew and Neil in a blanket fort
they’re both almost always cold, their apartment is covered in blankets and blanket capes are a wardrobe staple
Andrew is also making Neil watch every Disney movie because the fact that he hasn’t seen them is, quite frankly, unacceptable, this is possibly the only thing Andrew has ever verbally agreed about with Matt
also, Andrew likes watching kids movies bc they’re all just relaxing and safe (when he’s feeling bad he puts them on as background noise, also Aaron likes them too and watching films was pretty much the only thing they did together when they first met, but all this is for another time)
so they get hold of a shit tonne of Disney movies and sweets and they’re ready
and then construction begins on the fort because on the rare occasion that Andrew actually puts effort into something he doesn’t do it by halves, the final product is a mess, but a very warm and snuggly mess bc they’ve moved their mattress into the living room and gathered every pillow and blanket in their entire house
they’re both so tiny that they can sit up under the ‘ceiling’
Andrew is eating all the sweets and Neil is still in awe of the fact that he can keep eating, where is it going Andrew??
So they sit there and work their way through the stack of movies
‘Lilo and Stitch’ turns Neil into a sobbing wreck (’ohana means family. family meant nobody gets left behind’) Andrew ups the hate percentage as he pretends he isn't stroking Neil’s hair to calm him down
they’re also low-key holding hands most of the time, or they have their pinkies linked together
Andrew has now eaten all the ice-cream in probably the entire northern hemisphere, he also gives Neil a spoonful every so often, Neil doesn’t even really like ice cream but he always accepts bc Andrew doesn’t care about a lot of things but ice cream is really up there and sharing it is about as close as Andrew gets to saying ‘i love you’
It’s like 2 am when they’re both really tired and they’ve reached that point of no return when you can’t bring yourself to get up and actually go to bed
so they just lie there and turn the volume down and Neil is snuggled against Andrew's side (they’ve been together for so long now that they’re used to sleeping together and don’t try to knock each other out whenever they move) and they fall asleep like that and it’s all soft and warm and safe and lovely
Hygge is a deep sense of cosy that can originate from many different sources. Here is a good example from my life : a cloudy winter Sunday morning at the country house, fire in the stove and 20 candles lit to dispel the gloom. My husband, puppy and I curled up on our sheepskins wearing felt slippers, warm snuggly clothes and hands clasped around hot mugs of tea. A full day ahead with long walks on the cold beach, back for pancake lunch, reading, more snuggling, etc. This is a very hyggligt day.
Summary: This started as a 4+1 setup on Lin asking you to marry him. It devolved into a study of a year plus some in a relationship, and how you can be so close to the end and yet so far in the blink of an eye.
Word Count: 7414 (oh god I’m so sorry)
Warnings: Badly translated Spanish, lots of swears.
Notes: I do not speak Spanish, nor have I ever been on Broadway. I put a lot of research into this stuff to make it seem as realistic as possible, but if you can tell me how to fix a situation or change a translation to make it better, please let me know, I’m happy to listen.
I took a lot of inspiration from random things, but I want to point out some of my sources because they are important.
The Hamiltome gave me most of the original cast/crew names and timelines for when things happened (transfer to Broadway, opening night, etc.) I also heavily relied on the timeline on the Hamilton Wiki page.
One of the recurring quotes throughout this work comes from Peter Pan. Kudos if you know it.
The song [Y/N] sings is Still Hurting from The Last Five Years. Many versions exist of this beautiful musical now, and one movie adaptation. Link
One text and the last lines come from prompts by @caceerps. There are plenty others where they came from, please go look!
Ileana Ferraras really is Alex Lacamoire’s (very beautiful) wife and she is a professional life coach, which came in handy here.
Spanish translations are courtesy of Reverso Contexto. Better than Google, but I’m sure, not infallible. Let me know if I’m way off the mark.
Title comes from the Jon McLaughlin song of the same name. It is the over arcing theme song for this fic. Link
This is the first thing I’ve written in at least 5 years, and it’s the first thing I’ve written for a Broadway fandom in 10+ years. Please be kind.