I'd like to request the boys cuddling and warming up their female s/o during the cold winter? :)
Ooooh yaas! I need to write some fluff because I feel rather sad today (no clue why but I just do - probably because I like sad tunes XD) and I’m feeling rather chilly myself! I’m really sorry for the wait though XD
Gladio is quite the cuddle bug don’t you think? He may not look it, but he is a massive softy at heart. And how did you find this out? Well, Insomnia winter is… pretty bad. Especially on the outskirts next to the sea, which is where you lived. And five degrees celsius felt like minus five. It wasn’t pleasant.
So instead of going straight home like you would do normally, you decided to meet Gladio at the Kenny Crow dinner in your district of the city, your neck surrounded by your thick scarf, your body enveloped in a warm, fluffy coat and your hands in your pockets. Your nose and ear tips were red, your teeth chattering and your lips begging for some lip balm to be slathered on.
“You look pretty cosy.” Gladio would say when he saw you, box of take out in hand, and he’d press a light kiss to your red nose. “Holly nose.”
“Stop bullying my nose.” You pouted and put one of your hands in his pocket so you could have his warmth rather than the lack of your own. “It’s not nice.”
He only chuckled, continuing his bullyish ways as he escorted you to his place, his kisses simply serving to warm you up with laughter . His place was especially warm though it wasn’t a surprise considering who his family was, and you loved it there.
You took off you scarf, coat and gloved and draped them over the back of the sofa so you wouldn’t forget them later. You settled yourself onto the sofa after Gladio sat down, as you found it impolite to sit before the host. Gladio often said that you could sit before him but..you never did. So he resorted in pulling you down.
Once you had eaten and your food had gone down, you stood so he could stretch out on the sofa and then you sat back down, your butt falling behind his legs and you squeeled in surprise. He simply chuckled and pulled you close, you head nestled in the nape of his neck, and he held you there just talking about nothing in particular.
Prompto was definitely into cuddling - especially in winter. I mean, if he couldn’t hug you or a puppy he was fostering for a while, he’d be hugging blankets and chocobo plushies. Let’s face it though, the only way he could be completely warm would be if he could cuddle you.
Walking home from a date or something together? He’d be hugging you from behind, his face in your neck and he’d have a large coat so he could also encase you in it. But also beware the snowball fights that he’d just have to start. You’d ask him if he wanted you to make something for him, but he’d often decline. Usually because he wouldn’t be all that hungry.All he’d want to do is be with you.
As soon as you got home (either to his or yours), off came the coats and scarfs and hats, on came the christmas songs if it was December and well hello cuddle buddy. Prompto would totally let you play games with himand if he sat down first, he would be your pillow. If you sat down first, you would be his pillow.
Sometimes his family would come on over (they were nice to you and fed you delicious baked goods from their bakery)and there would be a good conversation or two. Some new blankets as well probably (Prompto doesn’t like changing blankets over - he has so many memories of security within them). But most of the time it was just you and him, and sleep overs were common. Mainly because you would both fall asleep. You’d be playing with Prompto’s hair whilst he laid on your lap and he’d just be humming gently. And who knows? Maybe a foster puppy would want to be you cute friend.
Ignis and cuddling was something no one ever thought would go hand in hand. But, alas, that, too, was something you were wrong about with your boyfriend. Because, although rare, he did enjoy cuddles. Though he called them ‘comforting displays of affection’, because the only time he did give you a hug was when he either ran out of coffee, or if he had a stressful day at work - either with an extra large workload, or just a very rare argument with Noct. Those always made him need a good hug.
But in winter, they were very common. These ‘displays of comfort’. And when you asked why, he only smiled boyishly and said that he wasn’t doing them for any true reason other than the fact he was cold. And most of them were from behind whilst you worked on University papers or paper work from work - whichever was due first - and have a book in one hand. He’d ask for your opinion on something - more often then not he’d see if you could help him with learning recipes due to your family originating from all over - Altissia, Niffelheim, Tennebrae - but a lot of recipes were in their home language and you had no knowledge about the translations.
After dinner though you’d sometimes beg if you could snuggle up with him whilst you worked on word puzzles. He’d usually think for a while, contemplating how classified his work was, but ‘no’ was a certain rarity. Though he’d often make sure you didn’t too much on what was going on - not that you did often just in case. He rarely declined because he just enjoyed having you snuggled up to him, under a blanket, crossword book in hand whilst you asked him if he knew the answers. Sometimes you’d be doing riddles or the whole ‘wood cookie’ idea. Sometimes though you’d be texting Noct to try and get information on Ignis - if he was okay or not, nothing too personal or anything, just so you had a faint idea upon his stress levels - you never liked him doing extra after a tough day. But really, all he needed was you. In the winter months he’d stop working earlier so that there was more time to relax with you and simply enjoy your company.
Noctis is always into cuddles, because, as much as he hates to admit, you help him feel so relaxed and all the stress of the day just goes away. So in winter, nothing’s all that different apart from how he cuddles you: similarly to Prompto, there are blankets. Because he gets cold super easily - but he also gets hot pretty quickly so it’s a catch 22. But he prefers soft blankets to shirts anyways so if he gets too hot he’d just strip his top half and chuckle at your face (because you just realised he is actually ripped ).
If you had to get up to get food or a book, he’ just hold you tighter because he doesn’t want you get cold. If you had to go to the bathroom (which was often an excuse you made so you could get what you wanted to) he’d make sure you had his jacket on.
Cuddling in winter was often the time where both of you fell asleep quickly because night came in so much quicker and your body just wanted to sleep that all away. You’d also have fun battling each other in games, or you’d be watching Noctis go through a single player game on his playstation. He’d enjoy being able to hug you and no that he you felt safe, but he’d also enjoy being held be you from time to time.
And winter was the time for the cheesiest christmas films as well, all the while you’d be feeding each other chocolate and popcorn. Just because you could.
It had been a long day, spent hiking through the snowy woods, baking cookies, eating them fresh and gooey from the oven, and solving a 500-piece puzzle in record time.
In the early evening darkness, Mike Wheeler slid into the car he’d borrowed from his mother and turned the key in the ignition, after only minimal fumbling with his gloved hands. Waiting for the car to warm up just a few degrees, Mike glanced up at the Byers’s porch, now empty, though the light over the door remained glowing like a beacon. El must have already ducked inside and was probably watching from one of the front windows to see him off—she always did.
Focused on the twinkling porch light, Mike was struck by the realization that he already missed El. It was a strange sensation, to miss her when she was so close. Almost half a decade ago, they had been apart for an entire year and he had hopelessly yearned for her to come home everyday. But that seemed to pale in comparison to the feeling of missing El when he knew he’d see her in a few hours; the buzzing anticipation of waiting for the phone to ring or hearing the familiar static from his supercom. It was a happy sort of missing her that he wouldn’t trade for anything in the world.
Mike made up his mind without another thought, turning the car off and jumping out. He bounded up the porch steps, coated lightly with the ongoing flurry. His hand hadn’t even reached the doorbell before the door itself cracked open, a sliver of light and warmth escaping into the night. El stood there, a smile dancing on her face.
“Miss me already?” she asked. For the thousandth time since he’d asked her to be his girlfriend, Mike wondered if El could read his mind.
“I thought maybe we could watch a movie before I go home,” Mike replied, leaning down to kiss the tip of her nose, “Can I come in before I freeze to death?”
(For @baileytsample who requested the prompt: “Even if I spent the whole day with you, I will miss you the second you leave” Thanks Bailey! You’re awesome!)