winter in central park

The Boy Who’d Bear Hot Chocolate

Request: “Hi! I really love you work and was wondering if you could do a credence x reader where credence is handing out flyers across the street from the readers cafe. She feels bad that he always has to stand out in the cold so knits him a scarf and brings him hot chocolate one day. It takes a while but eventually they fall in love <3 (wow this sound rlly cliche)”

Pairing: Credence Barebone x Reader

Word Count: 981 (short but sweet?)

Warnings: None

The whole city was white. It seemed to glisten like a jewel in the sunlight, and central park was a winter wonderland. You couldn’t help but be delighted as your daily commute had transformed overnight, as the first real snow storm had crossed over the bustling streets of New York and enveloped every exposed surface in an inch of snow. You were careful not to slip on the sheen of ice that had formed over the gutter, as you crossed the street towards your favourite café. It had become a ritual to stop by every morning for a cup of joe before school, to knock the sleep out of you and prepare you for another boring day full of lectures and note-taking.

You passed the boy again today, and politely declined when he tried to hand you a flyer. He hadn’t even looked up at you when pushing his hand out, maintaining his solemn gaze towards the floor. You turned back, only now realizing that the poor young man was shaking slightly. He must have forgotten his scarf. Compassion spurred inside you as you asked for 2 coffees today, the barista raising his brow.

“Got a special someone now (Y/n)?” The friendly shop owner inquired.

“Oh, no.” You giggled at his assumption. “Just wanted to help that fellow out front get warmed up.”

“The Second Salemer kid? Gee, he’s really been bad for business. I hope he doesn’t make this his usual spot.”

You rolled your eyes, giving an exaggerated exasperated sigh. The shop keeper just smirked at you, pouring the two coffees. You took the warm cups after paying, giving a farewell nod to the man. You then made your way over to the boy, who still hung his head low.

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