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299/365 Autumn by M. Klasan

Worth It

Philip Hamilton x Reader
Prompt: 40 “Don’t you dare throw that snowba- Goddammit!”
Warnings: Swearing
Word Count: 1343

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There was no weather in the world that could get you more excited than snowy weather. The warm clothing, the hot drinks, the snowmen and of course, your personal favorite, the snowball fights. What better way to show you affection towards someone than to fling freezing cold, dripping wet snow into their faces and clothes. Snowball fights were the best part of snowy weather to you, so when your best friend and long time crush, Philip took you put to the park to enjoy the previous nights heavy snowfall, what would happen was inevitable. He’d been talking about law, his fathers old job or something when you’d found a particularly good patch of snow. Not too wet, not too hard and enough to compact into one perfect ball. You gathered the snow into your hands as Philip began to cross over one of the bridges, laughing about something or rather, when he turned around to see if you were following, that smile was wiped off his face.
“Y/N.” He warned, putting his hands out in front if him, as you stood a mere 10 meters away, snowball in your gloved hand. You took a step forward, and he, a step back.
“Y/N I swear to God…” He began, not taking his eyes off of the snowball. You raised it up, as if you were  about to throw a baseball. Philip panicked, scrambling backwards.
“Y/N! Don’t you dare throw that snowba- Goddammit!”  He yelped, taking cover behind a tree on the other side of the bridge.
“I can’t believe you’ve done this!” He yelled, unable to stifle his giggles, you snorted and gathered more snow up in your hands, an idea popping into your head.

“How could you betray me like this?” He laughed, you really liked that laugh. Moving languidly towards the bush, you crushed the snow into a small precise sphere, the size of a cricket ball.
“I’m sorry! Baby come back!” You joked as you stepped onto the bridge, being careful not to make a lot of noise, in case you alerted him.
“I don’t know Y/N… you cut me pretty deep.” Philip said, mock upset. You didn’t answer, for fear he would realize how close you actually were.
“Y/N?” Philip called again, you stepped off the bridge, his hiding tree was a few metres away, just a little more…
“Y/N?” Philips voice was a bit more concerned now, you quickened your pace, readying the snowball in your hands. 2 more steps. You lifted it over your head and swiftly turned to the other side of the oak, catapulting the snowball into- the tree?

You stood there for a moment, watching the snow slide down the bark, Philip was nowhere to be seen. You frowned on confusion, where was he?
“Wha-” An unpleasant, icy cold sensation slammed into the back of your neck, cutting off your sentence and leaving the rest of your body shuddering. You barely had time to swivel around before you were hit with two more.
“What the-Philip!” You screeched as your so called best-friend pelted you with snowballs. Stumbling backwards you lifted your hands to your face, trying to shield yourself.
“I didn’t start this war Y/N but I’ll sure as hell end it!” He declared, grabbing snow and flinging it at you, he wasn’t even bothering with fine tuning it into a ball shape, just chucking the raw snow! Amature. You kept stumbling backwards, unable to see where you were going and unable to beg for mercy, hysterical laughter seemed to be the only sound you were capable of making.

You kept stumbling back, one arm in front of you, the other feeling around for something you could take cover behind. You were unable to keep track of where you were going and the freezing slush onslaught was doing nothing to help your sense of direction. Your feet kept pushing onward, bent on finding shelter, however in your determination you were unable to process the words Philip was shouting to you, his tone grew more and more urgent, you assumed it was because he was winning. You took another step, to which Philip shouted again, what was he getting so worked up about? You kept walked that way, 1 step, 2 step, 3 step, 4 ste-.

Your heart stopped in your chest as you realized that there was nothing under your foot. Philip shouted out your name but it was too late and you could only shriek in surprise as you fell and were greeted by the arctic cold creek you had crossed over only moments ago. The water wasn’t deep enough to completely envelop you, but your thrashing about in reaction to the stinging cold was enough to soak the rest of your clothing, leaving you confused, drenched and shivering.

After realizing you were in fact, not drowning you sat up in the river, curling in on yourself on instinct.
“Y/N! Y/N Please tell me you’re ok?” You looks up to see Phillip on the bank of the creek, trying to rush across the rocks as quickly as he could to get to you, he had a worried, guilty look on his face.
“I-I’m ok-k.” You stuttered, teeth chattering, you were lying and quite obviously not ok. Taking a few more reckless steps Philip was close enough to grab you, he extended his hand and you took it eagerly, anxious to get out of the river. Your cheeks were red from the cold, and from embarrassment, you felt ridiculous , you probably looked ridiculous. Philip pulled you up and lead you out of the river. You stood on the bank and squeezed out your coat as Philip fussed over you.
“I’m so sorry Y/N. I’m so sorry are you ok?” He ran his hands through your hair trying to dry it off, but only succeeding in making you more flustered.
“It’s ok, I’m ok, I’m ok.” You reassured him, but he continued to fuss. Impatient and embarrassed you took his hands in yours, stopping him from continuing on.
“Philip. I’m. Fine.” You assured him, staring him in the face. He blinked for a few seconds, his face still full of worry. You gave him a stern look and a mumbled a small sorry, before leaning in and kissing your nose. You mind went blank, stern expression gone, you couldn’t hide the stutter in your voice.

“Ph-Philip? What was that?” You asked softly, Philip didn’t answer and instead wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into him. He was really warm and comfortable, but that was to be expected considering your current body temperature. He pressed a kiss to your head, and then pulled away and looked at you again. In a split second his lips were against yours, you were so shocked you barely had time to respond. He was kissing you. You! Kissing Philip! You placed your hands on his cheeks and deepened the kids, and you felt Philip grin against your lips.

After a few more seconds of bliss, Philip pulled away and looked at you, bright eyes with a smirk on his face. You gave him a look, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“What?” You questioned him, Philip let out a small snort of laughter.
“We are going to have the worst colds after this.” He laughed, going in for another kiss. He was right, but damn  was it worth it.

i guess what im coming to is that i somewhat identify with femininity but i somewhat dont, and that while sometimes im comfortable in “well society sure says im female-as-a-gender, so i guess thats fine” there are days like today where that actually makes me feel a little physically ill and where i want to cry and dont want to wear things that are read as extra feminine.

so any suggestions for warm-weather clothes that are the gender equivalent of baggy sweaters and flannel and cozy knitted things, thatd be wonderful

on a side note, i am generally not upset about makeup but also dont desire it or wear it more than very rarely, maybe once a month (mostly because its a lot of time and effort)? that doesnt bug genderfeels as far as i can tell though i havent tried it on a day like today before.

Another solution to the “meh” problem? This top. Love that color. Tomorrow the temperature is going to drop 25 degrees though to about 55..I think it’s preparing me for going back home Wednesday where the Chicago “warm spell” will be at roughly the same temperature.