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ur-boyfiend · 4 months

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hot cocoa kisses

changbin x m!reader

hihi merry crimmis !! wasn't gonna do a fic but then decided eh whattahell why not. much like the halloween fic i'm writing this absolutely last minute so uhhhh sorry in advance if there are any errors ^^; (this is being posted so late i'm so sorry) feedback + pointing out errors are both greatly appreciated :] wc; 4.8k (christ-)

christmas has always been an odd time of year for you. between strange and strained family relationships and your own mental health issues, family gatherings felt like walking over a minefield.

you groan and roll over, shoving your face into your pillows. you don't want to see any of your relatives this year, but you sure as hell don't want to deal with their attitudes if you skip either.

there's shuffling on the other side of the room and you lift your head just in time to see your roommate flick on the light by his bed.

"you good man?"

there's genuine concern in his voice, and you laugh quietly, "right now? mostly. after i see my family? absolutely not."

he frowns, sitting up properly, and you sit up as well, facing him across the room.

"wanna come with me then? my family's been on my ass about bringing someone over, and they're....." he grimaces slightly, "sometimes a lot, but they mean well."

"so how fake boyfriend am i expected to be?" you grin, always up for teasing him.

he rolls his eyes slightly, "or you could be my roommate?"

"well that's no fun."

the comment gets you a pillow to the face, sending you into a fit of giggles.

"yeah yeah, you're a comedic genius, do you wanna come with or not?"

after taking a moment to catch your breath, you nod, "sounds fun."

"i don't know about fun, but sure, whatever you say."

you hum quietly, "should i get gifts for people?"

changbin shrugs, "i usually just bring some kind of sweets for people to share, my family doesn't do individual gifts very much. since not all of us would be able to afford things for everyone."

"oh, that makes sense. we could make hot chocolate bombs though."

"make what nows?"

you laugh, "hot chocolate bombs, they're chocolate shells filled with hot cocoa powder and things like peppermint bits or mini marshmallows, so when you drop it in warm milk the shell melts and boom! hot chocolate."

"those sound good, we can get the stuff to make 'em later, when it's a reasonable hour to be awake."

you yawn, nodding, and flop back down onto your bed. changbin laughs and flicks off the light again, also lying back down and closing his eyes.

winter sun cuts through the window, the curtains making a futile attempt to filter out the harsh glare. you grumble and pull your blankets over your head, only for changbin to pull them back off of you a moment later.

you glare up at him and he grins, "c'mon, you still wanna make hot chocolate bombs?"

sitting up, you flip him off and rub your eyes, not particularly keen on being conscious at the moment, but also knowing you probably won't be able to fall asleep again.

"yeah yeah, only if we can get coffee on the way back from the store though."

"whatever you want, sweetheart."

you flip him off again and he laughs loudly, too loudly for your half-asleep liking.

"okay get out so i can get dressed."

"aw, don't wanna change in front of your boyfriend?"

you're confused for a second, but remember the conversation you'd had earlier, "......i regret everything i've ever said."

"well that's a bit rude."

"oh my god leave-" you grab a pillow and smack him with it, making him laugh.

"okay okay! i'm leaving!"

you grumble a bit as you get out of bed and stretch, feeling your brain fill with static for a moment as your body gets used to being active again.

shuffling to your dresser you grab a pair of jeans and hoodie, getting dressed quickly before putting on socks and shoving your phone, keys, and wallet into your pockets.

going out to the main area of the apartment, you hear movement in the kitchen and stick your head around the corner to see changbin going through the cupboards, a container of hot cocoa powder already sitting on the counter.

"ready?"

changbin turns to look at you and nods, shutting the cupboard he'd been rummaging in and grabbing a hoodie from where he'd dropped it over the arm of the couch the last time he'd come back home. you tug on a pair of worn combat boots, changbin putting on his own, slightly less beat up, pair.

walking towards the elevators, you chat about what his family is like and what yours is like as well, telling stories about other christmases and your favorite things about the holiday season.

it doesn't take long to reach the grocery store a few blocks from your apartment building, storefronts are decorated with lights and ornaments, but the streets are all but empty. it's the day before christmas eve, and most people have already left to visit their loved ones.

the store speakers are playing tinny christmas carols, and you sing along as you go through the aisles, changbin occasionally teasing you for it. you know it's all in good fun, and anytime he makes fun of you, you sing a bit louder.

you're arguing as you go through the checkout line, neither one of you willing to let the other pay. changbin says he should because it's for his family, you counter that it was your idea, so you should pay.

the cashier smiles as you reach the register, "you two are a cute couple."

changbin's ears go red, and you can feel yourself turning almost the same color as the cashier's santa hat. the cashier seems to notice her misstep, but doesn't correct herself. you're not sure if you love or hate her for that.

"we're not a couple," you finally respond, scratching the back of your neck.

"oh, that's a shame." she continues calmly ringing up your items, but you catch the glint in her eye. it takes genuine effort to stop yourself from laughing and she smiles, winking as you hand her your card, changbin too distracted to notice until you've already paid.

when you return to your apartment, you start getting the things you need out of the shopping bags.

"hey, can you fill a pot with water? i'm gonna use it for a double-boiler."

changbin looks lost as to what you're on about, but nonetheless he fills a small pot with water and sets it on the stovetop. grabbing a bag of chocolate chips, you walk over to the stove and grab a metal bowl from one of the cupboards, carefully setting it so that it's suspended within the larger pot.

"while i melt chocolate can you start measuring things? the molds are probably big enough for a tablespoon or two of cocoa powder, doesn't have to be particularly exact, just as long as it doesn't spill over the edges."

changbin nods, "how many are we making?"

".....that's a great question. we probably have enough for at least a dozen? we can probably just make them until we run out of ingredients, it's not like they'll go bad."

"should we do half with the mini marshmallows and then the other marshmallow ones with the cocoa mix that has them in it? because they might not go bad, but the marshmallows will get stale eventually."

"good point, we can bring the ones with fresh marshmallows and keep the ones with the marshmallows mix?"

"works for me."

you hear the water starting to bubble, and you pour the bag of chocolate chips into the bowl, carefully stirring them as they begin to melt. grabbing the half mold on the counter next to you, you spray a thin layer of cooking oil onto it, using a paper towel to even out the coating.

glancing back to the stove, you quickly stir the chocolate again, sighing in relief when none of it looks burnt. pouring in the rest of the chocolate chips, you continue stirring it to make sure it's evenly heated.

as you're worrying over the chocolate, you hear the bluetooth speaker in the kitchen turn on, a playlist you made with changbin at 2am filling the space. you start dancing slightly as you work, changbin humming along to the music.

"okay, chocolate's melted, now for the hard part-" you turn down the heat on the stove, continuing to stir the chocolate as it cools and thickens slightly.

"can you grab a baking pan and put it on the island? i gotta pour the chocolate and i don't need the landlord after my ass."

changbin laughs, the sounds of metal clanking mixing into the noise of the room as he places a metal pan onto the countertop, laughing and joking as he follows your instructions on how to fill the molds and empty the excess, it takes a couple tries but the molds are eventually covered properly and you put them in the freezer in order to set the chocolate quickly.

grabbing one of the bottles of coffee you'd compromised on at the grocery store, you pop off the lid and take a long drink, sighing happily.

"ah, caffeine my beloved."

changbin sits on the counter across from the one you're leaning against, swinging his legs slightly.

"you said we're leaving tomorrow, and then coming back the 26th?"

"yeah, so we'll be spending two nights."

"are we gonna end up with the only one bed?"

"like we haven't slept in the same bed before, mr. i'm sad so you're obligated to cuddle me."

"hey," you point at him, "that was once."

he laughs, "it was not!"

you stick your tongue out at him, but don't actually argue because he's right, and you don't feel like losing an argument this early in the day. instead, you go to the freezer to see if the chocolate is set.

"ok, molds are good, i gotta get them out, can you grab the hot cocoa?"

"roger."

putting the two trays of molds on the island, you carefully flex the plastic in order to loosen the shells so they won't break when you try to take them out. soon there are about two dozen bowl-shaped chocolate shells scattered across the counter in front of you.

changbin thunks the container of cocoa mix onto the counter, "okay master chef, what now?"

trying to show changbin how to put the hot chocolate bombs together is a bit hectic, but it's fun, and by the time you're done you're both covered in hot cocoa mix and out of breath from laughing.

the rest of the day is spent packing and getting ready for your trip, it took a lot longer than it probably should've because you kept annoying each other and getting sidetracked. eventually you're done, and collapse on the couch to watch movies.

you stir as the sun is starting to rise, unsure of what woke you up. a second later there's an ache in your back and you wince.

well, i guess that's why i woke up.

deciding to grab a painkiller, you go to stand up when you realize someone's arms are wrapped around your waist. looking up, you see changbin still asleep, hair messy and cheeks puffed out slightly.

on an impulse you reach up and tap his nose, causing it to scrunch up. a moment later, his eyelids flutter. you're too busy staring to worry about being caught staring, but you still blush when he smiles sleepily at you.

"mornin'," his voice is raspy and still muffled by sleep, which is not good for your sanity.

"mmh, good morning," you smile back, "mind letting go of me?"

he just pulls you closer, burying his face in your hair.

"very much so."

his response makes you laugh, "i don't know what i was expecting."

managing to free an arm, you grab your phone off the coffee table and check the time.

10:43, we should probably get up.

"c'mon, it's almost eleven. if we don't get up soon we won't make it on time."

changbin grumbles but his grip on you loosens and you're finally able to stand up. stretching, you hear your spine pop a concerning amount and you groan, making a beeline for the painkillers in the kitchen.

opening your messages app you go to the thread with your best friend, sending may your next ibuprofen take effect quickly and noticeably, before going into your room to grab a change of clothes.

setting the clothes on the counter in the bathroom, you turn on the shower, giving the water a moment to warm up. as you wait you flick through your playlists, choosing one at random and putting it on shuffle.

you shower quickly, singing along to the music playing on your phone. much as you'd like to stay under the warm water, you know you need to get your shit together if you want to be able to leave by noon.

stepping out of the shower, you quickly dry off and put on the clean clothes, deciding to just let your hair air dry. returning to your room you chuck your old clothes into the laundry basket next to your dresser and put your phone on the charger while you wait to leave.

in the meantime, you grab the messenger bag hanging off the frame of your bed and start filling it with the things you hadn't packed the night before, mostly just your laptop and things for your classes.

changbin comes in a moment later, also shoving a few things into his backpack.

"hey, y/n," you glance over to see him holding up the switch that'd been charging in the living room, and give him a thumbs-up. he nods and adds it to the things in his bag.

"i think we're good?" you puff out your cheeks, trying to remember if you need anything else.

changbin zips the bag sitting next to him, "we should get going soon."

"we packed the hot chocolate bombs already, right?"

"they were one of the first things that got packed, don't worry."

you roll you eyes slightly, "yeah because telling someone not to worry always works."

"c'mon, let's go before you worry yourself to death," changbin takes your hand, pulling you to your feet.

"i'd be impressed if i managed to worry myself all the way to death, that seems more like something chan would do."

"and it'd be entirely jisung's fault."

you snort and grab your suitcase, well aware of the headaches jisung gave chan.

"at least it wouldn't be us, which should count as a miracle."

while you and changbin tried not to stress chan out, you both had rather unfortunate luck and he'd had to manage at least three er visits for each of you.

stepping into the hallway, you check that the door is locked three times before changbin grabs your arm and drags you towards the elevator bank. the elevator cars creak and rattle, and you think that if a fourth er visit comes up it'll be from the aging elevators. you're amazed that they're still running at all.

your apartment building is close enough to the train station that you figure getting a taxi wouldn't be worth it, so the two of you walk, talking mostly about family things.

"i'm not sure if my family's gonna give me a ton of shit for skipping, or if they're gonna be glad i didn't show."

changbin laughs, "well my family's definitely gonna be excited to meet you, not sure if that'll make up for things but, y'know." he punctuates his statement with a shrug, and you laugh.

one slightly chaotic journey through the train station later, you're both in your seats. before long, you're starting to doze off, soothed by the gentle movement of the train.

you wake up again as the train stops, the lack of movement and general chaos of reaching the station dragging you out of your rest. there's a crick in your neck, and you can feel something on the side of your head. stretching slightly, you realize that your head is on changbin's shoulder, and his head is now leaning on yours.

carefully you shove changbin away from you, shaking him slightly. he stretches, and you barely avoid getting smacked.

"wake up before we end up going to the next station," you stand, dragging changbin to his feet. you sling your bag over your shoulder and grab your suitcase, changbin following suit.

getting off the train is easier said than done, the rush of holiday traffic that made navigating the station so chaotic makes navigating the train even harder, but you make it off soon enough.

once you're off the train and out of the station, changbin hails a taxi and you pile in, changbin giving the address to your driver. it's not a long drive, and you're both still waking up, so it's relatively quiet.

however, any calm or quiet is broken the second you step through the door of the house. changbin wasn't lying when he said his family was a lot, but their excitement makes you feel warm in a way your family never did.

after a solid ten seconds of nearly suffocating changbin in a hug, his mom looks up and sees you standing near the door, and somehow smiles even wider than she had been.

a heartbeat later and now you're the one being suffocated, and you can feel tears pricking the corners of your eyes. you still manage to hug her back, and she steps away a moment later, giving you a once-over.

"so, you're changbin's boyfriend?"

"mom," changbin's tone confirms that he expected this line of questioning, and you almost laugh, "he's my roommate."

from further down the hall you hear a soft, "oh my god they were roommates?" and look up to see a younger teen sticking their head around a corner. changbin notices them as well, but you grab his arm before he can do anything.

"no murder," you glare at him halfheartedly and he grumbles.

"i wasn't gonna kill them."

"no aggravated assault either."

he rolls his eyes and his mom laughs, gesturing for you to follow her. you elbow changbin and he seems to snap back to reality, following you as you follow his mom. she shows the two of you to a guest room, turning to make sure you're both behind her.

"i can grab a mattress and some bedding from the hall closet in a minute, feel free to settle in in the meantime."

you smile and thank her, and she gives you both a kiss on the cheek before leaving.

collapsing facedown onto the bed you feel yourself deflate, the mattress next to you sinking a moment later as changbin sits down as well.

"so, thoughts so far?"

you turn your head, rolling all the way onto your back a moment later, "i might end up crying before we leave just fyi."

"that bad?" changbin asks, but you can tell he doesn't think that's the reason.

"no it's just, family acting like family is so foreign to me. not to mention treating me like family even when i'm not."

you get a gentle smack on the side of your head, changbin grinning slightly, "hey, as long as we're friends you're family as far as anyone here is concerned. honestly my mom would probably replace me with you if we ever had a falling out."

you shove yourself into a sitting position, shaking your head slightly, "don't even joke about that."

"what, my mom replacing me?"

"no, about us having a falling out. you don't need to speak that into existence, thank you very much."

he laughs, "aw, you think i'm special?"

"ugh forget i said anything," you roll your eyes, "you're the worst, get outta here."

instead, changbin wraps his arms around your torso, dragging you both down onto the bed. "it's way too late to get rid of me, sorry pal."

you wiggle around in an attempt to lie down more comfortably. "yeah yeah, now let me move, i can already feel my arm starting to cramp."

he loosens his hold and you can finally roll over so you're facing eachother, poking the tip of his nose when you do. he scrunches it up and you laugh, "you look like a bunny."

"you're probably the only person who's ever thought to call me that," he grins.

"it's not like you have many other close friends mr. antisocial."

"we have the same friends!"

"okay listen here-"

"i'm listening."

you pause, not actually having had something to say. changbin seems to notice and he laughs, and you roll your eyes in an attempt to ignore your blush.

it seems like he's about to say something, but he's interrupted by a yawn, making you yawn as well.

"we've both been sleeping almost all day, how are we still tired."

you shrug and curl further into changbin, feeling the blankets drop over you a moment later.

waking up you can hear people talking quietly, and try to figure out what's being said. changbin is still next to you, but he's sitting up now and there's a soft light filtering into the room from the hall.

"you sure seem cozy for someone who was all indignant about just being roommates," you recognize the voice of changbin's mom and smile slightly.

"look i don't wanna push things," changbin sounds tired, but emotionally instead of physically, "i'd rather have him in my life as a friend than not at all."

"have you considered that he might feel the same? and even if he doesn't, i really don't think he'd cut you off over it. you should have more faith in him kiddo."

you suddenly feel like you've done something wrong, a strange sense of guilt flooding over you. trying to ignore the feeling, you stir slightly, acting like you're just now waking up. both voices cut off, and you hear changbin's mom sigh slightly.

"tell him dinner is ready when he wakes up, okay?"

a moment later you hear the door to your room close again, and you rub your eyes.

"mm, what time is it?"

changbin glances at his phone, "it's almost nine, mom says dinner's ready. i think everyone else is either asleep or at least in bed so it'll probably just be us two."

you push yourself up onto an elbow, still abnormally tired, "how romantic."

you feel changbin flick your forehead and you snort, sitting up all the way.

"let's go eat then, could we make hot chocolate after?"

"sure, c'mon," changbin takes your hand and pulls you to your feet again. guess this is becoming a habit, you think, glancing at your joined hands.

stepping into the hall you realize changbin was right about it just being the two of you, the house is almost dead silent. there's still food on the stove, and you smile.

changbin makes a plate for you and one for himself, putting them on the kitchen island. you sit on one of the stools at the island, still not fully awake.

"drink?"

you smile, "just water please."

a moment later changbin sets a glass of water in front of you, putting one by to his own plate as well before sitting on the stool to your side. you talk quietly as you eat, trying not to disturb anyone else in the house.

when you're both done eating changbin takes your dishes and puts them in the sink, "okay, hot cocoa?"

"mhm! can you warm up the milk without it getting a skin or should i be in charge of that?"

"i usually use water for hot cocoa so i think that answers your question."

you snort, "okay, can you grab a saucepan and milk please?"

"yup," changbin gives a thumbs-up and you laugh slightly, grabbing one of the wooden spoons from the utensils near the stove.

after heating the milk for a few minutes you glance up again, "can you grab a couple mugs? and did either of us ever get the hot cocoa bombs out."

"i got 'em out, they should be on top of the fridge, one sec," changbin sets two mugs on the counter, the box of hot chocolate bombs following soon after.

you carefully pour the milk into the mugs, placing the pan in the sink when you're done. grabbing a hot chocolate bomb you hold it up, changbin grabbing one as well.

"cheers!" you tap the hot chocolate bombs together and laugh before you both drop them into the milk. the result is almost immediate, the chocolate shell melting quickly, the hot cocoa bomb rolling around like a bathbomb would.

after watching the hot chocolate bomb melt for a moment you notice changbin in your peripheral, holding a spoon in your direction. you take it and smile at him, stirring the contents of the mug in front of you, the milk going from an off-white to a rich chocolate brown.

when you're satisfied with the level of mixing, you hold up your mug.

"cheers again," changbin says as he clinks the mugs together and you smile, taking a drink.

"man i fucking love hot chocolate, it's literally the best winter drink."

changbin laughs, "y'know what, i gotta agree with you on that one."

a day and a half spent in the whirlwind of changbin's family and their holiday cheer doesn't let you forget about the conversation you'd overheard, and you decide to ask about it when you're back in your apartment.

but saying you'll do something and doing something are two different things, and the night you get back, you spend an agonizingly long few minutes at 2am wondering if you should just ignore it.

groaning into your pillow, you feel a distinct sense of deja vu as changbin flicks on his light.

"you alright?"

you groan again, becoming more and more conflicted.

"...hot cocoa?"

that gets you to prop yourself up and look in changbin's direction, tilting your head slightly.

he shrugs, "you seem upset and i figured if you didn't wanna talk you might want hot cocoa."

"i love you."

your mouth moves before your brain, catching you both off guard, and you can feel your face start to burn. there's not much light in the room, but you can see changbin blushing too. you want to backtrack, but you realize it's not untrue, and decide it'd do more harm than good.

instead, you stand up and cross the room, sitting next to him and putting your head on his shoulder. the movement snaps him out of the frozen state he'd been in, and you feel him wrap his arm around your waist, pulling you closer.

the silence is in a strange limbo between comfortable and awkward, and you don't know if you want to break it because you're not sure what he'll say.

eventually, you decide to bite the bullet, "you don't have to say it, we can just make hot cocoa."

you feel changbin rest his head on yours, and you smile slightly. you wouldn't mind getting used to this, you think.

"if i say it can we still make hot chocolate? or is this an either or situation," he huffs a laugh at the end of his question, and you gently elbow him.

"we can make hot chocolate either way, you dork."

"well i was gonna say it but now i'm reconsidering."

you gasp dramatically and he laughs, pulling you closer again.

"i'm kidding, i'm kidding. don't worry, i love you too."

"you're an ass, you know that?"

changbin hums, pretending to think, "yeah, that might've been mentioned to me before."

"i rescind the hot cocoa offer, i'm going back to bed, goodnight," you try to stand, but changbin wraps his other arm around you as well, pulling you back down.

"nooo, stayyy."

you lean into him, laughing. you feel him bury his face in your hair and laugh harder.

"c'mon, you made me want hot cocoa," you try to stand again, but this time changbin lets you, following you into the kitchen.

you're both quiet while you make the drinks, but this time the silence is firmly within the realm of comfortable, broken only by humming or the sound of metal clinking.

when you both have your hot cocoa in hand, you return to your room, sitting next to each other on changbin's bed once again. you're about halfway done with your hot cocoa when you feel your eyelids starting to get heavy again, and you finish the drink rather quickly, putting your mug on the small table next to the bed. changbin finishes his hot cocoa not long after you, putting his mug on the table as well.

"hey," you look at him and he turns, tilting his head to the side. you smile and lean over, giving him a soft peck. you're both still for a moment before he leans over, reconnecting your lips.

you move your hands up, threading your fingers through his hair. his hands land on your waist, and you can feel him smile.

the kiss tastes like hot chocolate and marshmallows, you think it's the sweetest thing you'll ever taste.

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kailali · 2 years

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Kirishima x Reader (when you're on your period)

gn!reader, afab!reader, period, menstruation, reader has a period

You can’t help but laugh as Kirishima returns from the store, arms laden with reusable shopping bags that he empties onto the coffee table in front of you.

“Tada!” he exclaims, his face shining with pride as he spreads his arms in a wide sweeping motion that screams ‘Look, look! Look what I did!’

“Ei! What is all of this?!” Your eyes are wide, trying - and failing - to take in the entire spread.

He starts picking things up one at a time and showing them off like a late-night infomercial.

“Here we have a state of the art heating pad! With a plush gray cover that will match the décor in any house, this item is a must-have for cold nights, cramps, and sore muscles!”

“An ice-cream three pack that you won’t want to miss! Vanilla! Chocolate! Cherry swirl! Other flavors available for delivery upon request!”

He stacks each pint of ice cream on top of the former as he announces the flavors.

“Ice gel packs to beat the heat – or hot flashes!”

“Midol! Tylenol! Ibuprofen! Cramps will be a thing of the past with this collection!”

Another flashy sweeping motion to showcase the medications knocks them all off the table, which, for some reason, only makes his grin bigger, though his cheeks are dusted with a hint of red.

“Tampons! Pads! Light! Regular! Heavy! SUPER HEAVY! OVERNIGHT!”

“Seriously – they come in so many types!” he mutters under his breath.

“Chocolate! Salty chocolate! Spicy chocolate! Chocolate with hazelnut! Chocolate with cream! From Germany! Switzerland! Italy!”

“The finest imported loose-leaf teas, with a collection of flavors that includes raspberry, ginger, chamomile, and peppermint. And the finest local teas, featuring the ever-popular oolong!”

“Bath bombs! Bomb any bath!”

“Movies! Drama! Romance! Action! Martial arts!”

“Also, we have Netflix!” he adds, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, as if he hadn’t realized this before.

“The newest book from… whatshername! Guaranteed to be chock-full of drama, intrigue, flirting, and probably some super boring dude that could never hold a candle to a certain red-headed love interest!”

“Oh my gosh! Ei, stop! It hurts!” You’ve been laughing nonstop at his sales pitch, and your sides ache. Eijiro being over-the-top was definitely not surprising, but this – you were still surprised by this.

“But I have one more thing!” he pouts. “Please?”

“Of course,” you concede, smiling indulgently. This earns you a beaming smile from Eijiro, his joyful love ever the brightest thing in your life.

“This is the best part!” he promises, producing one final bag – this time, a gift bag.

You take the bag from him and peer inside, your eyes lighting up as you pull the red bear out and hug it tightly against your chest.

The pink that had dusted Eijiro's cheeks had given way to a burning red blush that extended all the way to the tips of his ears.

“He’ll snuggle you when I'm not home. So that you’ll know – I'll always take care of you.”

#Kirishima #Kirishima Eijiro #Kirishima Eijirou #Eijiro Kirishima #Eijirou Kirishima #Kirishima x Reader #MHA #BNHA #My Hero Academia #Boku no Hero Academia #Kirishima Fluff #Kiri Fluff #period tw #menstruation tw #writing Kiri is *not* in my wheelhouse #I hope it's okay!

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itsnickgalitzine · 4 months

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joyeux noël et bonne année, seasons greetings, happy holidays! been a tad busy with travels, seeing those i haven't much and getting used to events and stuff again. however, i had to send something anyway. you've helped make my life fun, i appreciate knowing you and hope to have you around next year. all my best, nicholas galitzine

for taylor @therestayzakhar - long distance pillow, face creams, picnic kit, diy chocolate, bucklist travel book, desert subscription service

for hendery @hvnderys - mug & cookies & hot chocolate bomb, ramen bowl, british treats, hedgehog succulent pot, bread coasters

for soobin @socbins - drink openers, crystal growing lab, coca cola ornament, necklace, coffee mug

for lucy @hale-raiser - glowing gummy bears, t-shirt, crystal advent calender, british treats, fish rod but for campfire cooking

for joey @joeykvng - snoop dog cookbook, movie night kit, bracelet, a pair of socks

for joel @joelcourtncy - bread coasters, poster, lazy af throw blanket, tiny hands, hype button

for flo @florenvcepugh - kermi mug, icee maker, drinking card game, bluetooth banana phone, misfortune cookies

for miley @milcycyrus - keychain you can add pictures of nova and you know, personalized plate to honour your and awsten's anniversary, non-alcholic drink, christmas gift box

for vanessa @queenvh - candle holders, sleep mask, bluetooth karaoke mic, coffee mug, murder mystery puzzle & game

for sarah @hf-sarahhyland - gourmet milk & dark chocolate, at home facial, hammock chair, wine preservation, self cleaning water bottle

for sabrina @carpenterbrinas - tiktok based light, desk orgainzer, birthstone bracelet, smores in a jar, flowers subscription

for maxence @famemaxence - shirt, the secret box, homemade gin kit, luxury robes, shakespare insults mugs

for louis @lw-tomlinson - harry potter light, cocktail kit, monster cookies in a jar (recipe on the jar), bracelet of your favourite sports team, retro mini fridge

saying their friends, if that's cool, through taylor aka his birthday twin of course

for tom @tcmhcll - harry potter hat, a way to help you find your keys and wallet, custom connect four, grilled cheese toaster, hot cocoa in a jar

for nat @thatnattyice - pajama set (got you two sets for during and after your pregnancy), necklace, non-alcholic wine, personalized kids apron, kids & todders toys subscription

for bruna @brunamrqzn - lamp, personal smoothie maker, electric smores maker, perfume, best scented candles

for taylor @tylrswfts - a way to lounge in the tub, personalized initials bracelet, embroidered bookmarker, remote control string lights, compliment pencils

for kaia @kaia-gerbcr - british treats, custom mug set for you and austin, warm comforter, 100 scratch off date ideas, peppermint pappering

for carrie @carrieunderwccd - win holder, wine glasses, rainbow wall hanging, essential oil diffuser

for lily @lilyjxmes - cookies, a heat changing mug, flower clock, snow cone maker, vegas gift basket

#gifts; tba #gifts; giving a piece of my heart to you #friends; the best of the best with friends til the end #[ see any repeat gifts.. no you didn't as this was a lot to do ]

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mintmechs · 1 year

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some assorted tails hcs

• his favorite drink is hot cocoa! he really likes trying new hot cocoa powder mixes and making his own when winter comes along, stirring his mug with a peppermint candy cane more often in the holidays. other than that he enjoys coffee very much • favorite holiday is christmas. he gets so excited about it every year as early as november, he'll be decorating everything on the 1st. he counts down the days eagerly and encourages his friends to do the same... he loves the toy trains that go around the tree he'll sit and stare at it as it loops in circles (he made it himself) • cozy fox. a sweater, scarf and big puffy jacket lover, he's gotta be bundled up for the snow! • can type scarily fast on any device, many of his replies are immediate • i like to think that tails got so used to being called buddy, bud, pal, etc. by sonic that it rubbed off on him when talking to others • he'll dance and sing only when he's alone, he gets embarrassed about it! he likes to do those 80s dance training videos • does not like being woken up at all he's very very cranky about it, it's a gamble for your life to rouse him unnecessarily! he literally opened fire on eggman for waking him up in sonic x and i find that hilarious i wish i was exaggerating. this kid needs his snormimis • mint chocolate truther • one last thing about mint is that while he loves them (and the flavor) i don't think he'd like the texture of bubblegum too much. bad texture and it gets stuck in his fangs and fur and it's very annoying • tails being tails (being 8 years old) finds most puns and jokes absolutely hilarious he'll laugh so honestly and double over and slap his knee and wheeze • he laughs at 90% of sonic's jokes like it's the best joke he's ever heard, while the other 10% he rolls his eyes and goes NOOO that was so lame! (but he still laughs). he'll try to come up with puns to get back at him, studying how he makes jokes and trying to emulate them every now and then... the humor rubs off on him • he is EXCELLENT at the art of nonverbal code communication. with one silent sly glance he can be very precise in what he conveys, but you need to be close to him so that this works • knows how to play the piano! he's a beginner at it, he taught sonic how to play some simple tunes • i like to think he kept his gadgets from tails adventure and they're still very precious to him, since they were some of his first inventions ever. his old laboratory he probably donated to the inhabitants of cocoa island to use as a shelter or something like that • he's terrifyingly good at water balloon fights. he chucks those like they're bombs i'm just obsessed with bomb-chucking tails i think this is the least i can do to honor that era • always always always moving his tail around! it's a good way to burn off energy even while he's standing completely still! but if he's particularly nervous he can wring them or find some intricate hands-on task (putting together a trinket or taking it apart, etc.) to occupy himself with and slow himself down • he has quite the competitive spirit! once again it rubbed off from his big bro can you blame him

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mooifyourecows · 7 months

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Moo what is your #1 hot drink for the chilly months?

I’m in love with hot chocolate and those fruit flavored mini marshmallows

I'm typically more of a cold drinks guy even in cold weather but I've recently been coming around to the idea of hot drinks. Hot chocolate is bomb, I've never tried it with fruit flavored mini marshmallows though like damn I've never even heard of that before 🤔 I love me a mulled cider and any sort of coffee, esp pumpkin/peppermint lattes 🎃☕️ call me a basic bitch (aka rational person) but I'm all about them seasonal flavors

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teracandymaker · 4 months

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in recognition of the holiday season, I’ve prepared something!

love hot chocolate, but sick of the powdered kind? and hate the way hot chocolate bombs just sit at the bottom of your mug?

my hot chocolate bombs distribute themselves evenly across your whole cup of hot milk! just drop them in and watch the magic happen!

selling for 20 BP each, with plain marshmallows, peppermint marshmallows, or cinnamon marshmallows, all delibird shaped. will you get a shiny delibird marshmallow?

#pokemon irl #teracandymaker speaks!

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mamamittens · 1 year

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Cherry on Top

Day #11 of 2022 December Event

Fandom: One Piece

Ship: IzouXThatch

Warnings: slight foul language, gay fools (affectionate) in love, cheesy proposal, and ill advised use of solid objects in food.

Word Count: 1,672

@rowan-rites

This was going to be easy. Simple, even. And incredibly romantic with no chance of failure—Thatch already knew!

This steadfast knowledge did little to prevent him from fretting over his personal kitchen area and the ingredients he had prepared. The chocolate chips for tempering were immaculate—no bloom to be found anywhere on any side of any chips or bars. The cocoa powder was as fresh as he could ask for without personally making them from cocoa beans. Milk far from expiration sat waiting in the fridge that he (almost in a crazed state) ensured was the perfect sitting temperature. The marshmallows that he actually did make were set to the side in bowls by size. Garnishes depending on their mood was also lavishly prepared. Everything from peppermint chips to sprinkles and powdered sugar. He even had piping materials set out if Izou wanted to decorate his hot cocoa bomb.

Most importantly, of course, was an engagement ring safely stowed in a box deep in his back pocket.

“I see you’ve already gotten everything ready.” Izou commented from the doorway with an airy, amused tone. Thatch, the handsome, grown man of Izou’s dreams didn’t yelp or otherwise jump at the surprise.

Thatch whirled around and beamed.

“Babe! You’re here!” Thatch stumbled, nearly saying ‘why are you here’ in his haste to act normal. Which wouldn’t have been very normal at all, so it’s a very good thing he didn’t. Izou chuckled, walking up to Thatch to press a soft kiss to his cheek.

“Of course I am. You asked me to come.” Izou reminded him. Thatch just knew by the mischievous look in his soft, brown eyes that there was a lipstick mark on his cheek, but it didn’t really bother him. That particular shade of red happened to be both of their color.

“Right! Well, I hope you came ready, babe. This is going to be the best cocoa you’ve ever had!” Thatch crowed, putting his hands around Izou’s waist to guide him to the counter where the materials were waiting. “First, we temper the chocolate! Don’t worry, I may not be a chocolatier but this is the easiest way to do this!” Thatch reassured him.

Izo chuckled, picking up a small bit of chocolate to taste.

“Mmm… I’m sure it is.” Izou laughed.

Sometimes, Thatch showed people how to cook in the kitchen. Sometimes it was members of his own division who hadn’t cooked in a particular way so they could expand their horizons and other times it was just for fun. Thatch enjoyed the task of showing people how to cook and making it fun—and naturally very tasty! But usually he kept his hands to himself more often.

Something he had a lot more trouble with when it was his handsome boyfriend.

Izou wasn’t even really dressed up. His special wintertime kimono (thick and blue with white waves and snowflakes along the bottom) secured with his favorite obi and his hair pinned back with a gift Thatch got him last year the only real concessions to the date. But Thatch still found himself taking every opportunity to personally guide Izou’s hands or gently nudge him this way and that as they worked. Izou bore this with his usual amusement, occasionally taking a moment to press a new lipstick smudge to his face or neck as a teasing gesture.

Pouring the chocolate into the molds, about the size of Thatch’s fist because he refused to skimp on hot cocoa, and waiting for them to set only provided him with time to think.

Not good when he was barely able to focus on not giving away his master plan as it was. Not helping in matters was Izou clearly aware Thatch was up to something.

Thankfully, the chocolate set quickly and they could begin adding ingredients inside the molds.

“What are you putting in yours, babe?” Thatch asked, adding spoonful’s of cocoa powder as a base. Izou hummed, gazing over the elaborate selection.

“Marshmallows, naturally.” Izou decided, plucking several large pieces before sprinkling in smaller ones. “And peppermint… I think I’ll add caramel too.” Thatch nodded along, quietly building his own as he inwardly panicked.

He forgot the most important step!

How the fuck was he going to add the ring to Izou’s bomb?!

Wait.

He got it.

“I think that’s all they can hold. Can you get the mugs and milk while I finish putting them together, babe?” Thatch asked. Izou laughed, brushing his hand over Thatch’s as he snagged a marshmallow to press it against his lips. Eagerly, almost forgetting his plan entirely, Thatch took the treat with a light nip to Izou’s fingertip and a wink.

“Alright. Milk is in the fridge, right?” Izou asked as Thatch applied a thin layer of chocolate to the rims of the shells, quickly dropping the ring into Izou’s before sealing it closed.

“Yep! We’ll let these set in the fridge while the milk heats up.” Thatch responded quickly. “Oh! Unless you want to decorate the outside?” Izou nodded.

“I think some stripes and powdered sugar would look nice.” Izou sighed. Keeping in mind which was Izou’s, Thatch set them in cupcake liners.

“Alright. This one is yours, go nuts.” Thatch laughed, allowing Izou to do as he wished. As expected, he added white stripes layered over strips of caramel. Thatch was a bit more simple, dripping chocolate with peppermint shavings over the top.

Once they were thoroughly finished being decorated, Thatch placed them on a plate and put them in the fridge to set all the way. And so he’d stop fretting and glancing at Izou’s like it was going to spontaneously combust.

Now, while it’s very delicate to heat milk, Thatch was an old hat at it by now. Enjoying hot cocoa made by hand every year as he does. But it was still just demanding enough that it kept his attention as he brought the milk slowly to a hot temperature. The last fucking thing he wanted was to scald it.

Filling the mugs with some room to spare, Thatch retrieved the hot cocoa bombs and allowed Izou to drop his into the milk. As he hoped, they melted quickly and rolled, dumping their contents into a thick mixture as they used spoons to quicken the process.

Thatch personally thought this might be the best hot cocoa he’d ever made before, and he was barely paying attention thanks to the wonderful distraction by his side.

Occasionally, as he took slow, satisfied sips from his mug, Thatch would glance at Izou.

But he never seemed to pause once while drinking. Steadily draining the contents as Thatch grew increasingly nervous.

He… he did put the ring in, right?

No. Of course he did! He remembers opening the box and everything!

… so where was the ring?

Thatch felt his stomach drop in horror, face going white as he nearly choked.

Did Izou swallow the ring?!

Thatch desperately glanced at Izou and found that he was being watched suspiciously.

“Are you alright? You look… pale? Something not sitting right?” Izou asked, thoughtfully concerned.

“U-Uh, y-yeah! Yeah! I’m fine! I-I’m fine! It’s just uhm…” Thatch took a hot sip to calm himself. “H-How’s the cocoa?!” Thatch frantically whispered.

Izou chuckled, downing the last of his drink in a single chug.

Then he sputtered, spitting something out.

“What the fuck?!” Izou hissed, something metallic pinging on the floor. Horrified, Thatch nearly threw his mug to the ground as he dove to pick up the ring.

The ring was undamaged. Gold band a little more thin than is traditional for a man, set with dravite and white diamonds. The dravite, of course, being almost the exact shade of Izou’s eyes. Not quite as lovely, or bright, but set in gold it was a close second. Thatch sighed in relief.

“Oh thank fuck.” Thatch nearly melted into the floor.

Maybe putting an engagement ring into food wasn’t the brightest idea he had…

“Thatch, darling… what are you doing?” Izou asked with only a little bit of irritation.

Understandable given that his attempt at romance nearly choked Izou.

Bracing himself on his knee, Thatch looked up, holding the ring with a sheepish grin.

“Trying to propose?” He said, helplessly.

Izou scowled.

“With a dirty ring?” He asked, reminding Thatch that the ring had just been in cocoa mix and spat onto the floor. Jolting, Thatch shot up and quickly dashed to the sink, face hot with embarrassment.

Izou chuckled, wrapping his arms around Thatch and gently pressing his fingers into Thatch’s wrists.

“I-I thought it would be romantic?” Thatch explained with a grimace, rubbing away the last flake of chocolate and caramel.

Izou slipped his hands up, between Thatch’s fingers. Presenting his left hand as he kissed Thatch’s neck softly.

“It was a sweet idea, Thatch… maybe next time put it in something that doesn’t sink?” Izou suggested.

Thatch paused, watching as Izou slowly slipped the ring onto his finger.

“…Is this a yes?” Thatch asked breathlessly, like he was the one being proposed to.

“Yes, you silly man.” Izou laughed, allowing the ring to rest above his knuckle as he pulled back his right hand. It came back into view with a small, velvet box.

Elegantly, Thatch’s hands still dripping with water, Izou flicked it open.

Thick and a dark honey gold color, the band was matte with no gems. Practical but luxurious, perfect for a chef… and notably a shade very close to his own eyes.

Laughter bubbled up in his chest as he allowed Izou to slip the band on his finger. Hand still wet, Thatch pulled up Izou’s knuckles for a soft kiss.

“Hey… you had the same idea.” Thatch murmured against Izou’s soft skin.

“No. I planned to propose after our drinks.” Izou denied with a warm chuckle.

“Close enough.” Thatch responded snottily. Izou’s lips pressed against the shell of his ear, warm breath curling against his skin as his fiancé laughed.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” Izou snorted.

#one piece fluff #thatch x izou #thatch one piece #one piece izo #izou one piece #whatever way his name is spelled istg #december event 2022 #your honor they're gay #and stupid

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noisester · 4 months

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@asterismas: owo? What's this? A gift wrapped in sparkly pink paper has been left in Noise's office, along with some chocolate (potato) chip brownies and a thermos full of peppermint hot chocolate! With no sign as to who left it....except a little card left behind, with a doodle of a rat and a bunny sharing a lil kiss! Underneath, it simply says: "Happy Holidays! XOXO <3" Noise gets...a mallet! An oversized, cartoonish hammer decorated to look like Noise himself, not unlike his bombs, balloon and other certified The Noise(TM) merchandise! But surely it's just a novelty toy and not an actual weapon. Surely. (Huh, deja vu. Eh, don't worry about it)

Whoa! What a prize! Contrary to her pathetic friends who are probably lamenting as we speak (boo hoo), Noise's pupils grew tenfold as he laid eyes on the 'food' left behind. This wasn't unheard of, given he could bluntly eat anything that isn't pizza or-- allegedly, the corn of a chocolate corncob. That was perhaps the most puzzling aspect of him. Why were you in the 'PIZZA TOWER™' if you loathe the dish it revolves around, you absolute cretin--

--...Guh, anyways. His jaw practically unhinged to gobble the tray whole, but curiosity got the best of him the moment he glimpsed at the other gift... Classic girlfriend gesture, spoiling him when he's busy juggling between TV projects and being an insufferable pest! He should spare some downtime to hang out with her. Maybe grab a chocolate box from his stash or use his robotic assets to create a mechanical bunny or something he wouldn't want another frog to jump on her because of his shenanigans. Take it as another excuse to check in on her.

He let out a small 'waow' after savagely tearing the wrapping apart with his claws, revealing the comically large mallet you'd naturally find in cartoons. Noise already relies on his trusty Noise™ Crusher™ for flattening purposes but oh. Ohh the stunts he could pull off with this thing........... It's enough to grant him a flash of inspiration.

Oh no.

#asterismas #◜ 🍰 . live on NTV ◞#◜ 🍰 . inbox ◞#// already picturing noise emptyzone and noise noisester chasing one (1) unfortunate target with their giant mallet......#// thank you gaby asterismas very funny <3

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iamvegorott · 1 year

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How all the couples celebrate Valentine's

Danti

They're the kind of couple that get each other flowers

Dark gives Anti a bouquet of purple chrysanthemums and a box of chocolate peanut butter cups. He also uses his inner Damien to make a nice dinner.

Anti gives Dark red & blue roses and a double chocolate cupcake.

The twins also take turns giving their fathers valentines

Nyx gives sour patch kids

Eos gives Russel Stovers (Nyx jokingly calls her a basic bitch)

Marvin & Chase

Marvin & Chase don't really do flowers, since Chase is allergic

With magic, Marvin makes Chase a chocolate rose that looks like an actual rose

Chase gets Marvin a stuffed animal of a black cat & some cool new tarot cards

Dapperstache

Jameson gets Wilford a bouquet of Wild Williams (per Dark's recommendation) & a box of peppermint chocolates

Wilford gets Jameson creme-filled caramels

Madmare

Neither are the best at gift-giving, but they try their best

Neither of them are really into flowers either

Can't really keep it secret, since Mad's an empath

Mare gets mad a giant pack of Diet Coke

Mad gets Mare giant stuffed animal (it has become a yearly joke gift)

Blank gets a fidget toy from both of them

Gin, Gunther, & Peevils

Gin teaches Peevils about the yearly earth custom of Valentine's Day & she loves it right away

Gin gives his partners, you guessed it, ro-ses!

He gives Gunther red ones & Peevils pink ones

Peevils is amazed that flowers can be so many different colors & types

Gunther gives them both hot cocoa bombs, because...you know...bombs

Peevils gives Gin a heart kaleidoscope, since she knows how much he loves looking at "pretty colors"

Peevils gives Gunther chocolate in the shape of a gun

Jamie gets honey buns, of course

Sammy (Gin & Gunther's kid) gets light up headphones

Gin misses giving gifts to his captain friend

Though they were AroAce, they always enjoyed whatever he gave them

Actor & Mike

Actor is a romantic

Actor gives Mike forget-me-nots & makes him a dinner of his favorite pasta (broccoli alfredo with bowtie noodles)

Mike makes Actor a red-velvet cupcake with cream cheese icing & red roses, of course

Aurora gets creme filled donuts

Noist

It's Night's first Valentine's with someone he actually loves/wasn't forced to marry

Night gives the Host an audiobook of the Edgar Allen Poe story collection

The Host gives Night red dahlias, since they symbolize elegance ("not that Night would need more to inflate his ego" the Host narrates)

Conny & Eclipse get to make a special star & name it

Murdoir

Noir gets Murdock a Plague Doctor plushie & a knife with their names engraved on it

Murdock isn't the sentimental type, so he's bad at thinking of gifts

Murdock gets Noir a big bottle of his favorite whiskey

Lydia surprises them with their own candlelit dinner by the lake

Murdock assures Lydia that he owes her a kill for this

Asher gets chocolate cherries, since they're their favorite

Wren gets a signed copy of Good Omens (it's one of his favorite shows)

Ballu

They also had to be taught about this earth holiday

Bandit gets Allu a plague nurse plushie & hamster earrings (totally legally, she definitely didn't steal them *wink* *wink*)

Allu gets Bandit one of those balance balls, since she always plays with the one on their desk, as well as some Black Pansies, since they remind Allu of her

Ray gets his first pair of headphones & loves them instantly

Portview

Crystal & Helena always gave each other flowers with specific meaning

For their first Valentine's back together, Crystal gives Helena a bouquet of Amaranthus (for never fading feelings) & baby's breath (for everlasting love)

Helena gives Crystal white roses (meaning love forever)

Crystal gives Dark a cactus (meaning maternal love)

Crystal gives Gin Dark Center Poppies (meaning beauty, magic, & eternal life)

Crystal influences Helena to also get a cactus for Actor, rather than her usual passive-agressive roses

Yanois

Illinois gets Yancy tickets to his favorite musical

Yancy gets Illinois caramel filled chocolates & carnations

Chicago gets patches to add to her jacket

Ms. Whitacre, as usual, makes everyone cookies.

OH THESE ARE ALL SO ADORABLE!!! <3 <3 <3

#weirdmixofweirdness #valentines day #danti #trickshot #dapperstache #madmare #gin/gunther/peevs #actor/mike #noist #moider #ballu #portview #yanois

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live-laugh-loverpool · 1 year

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Christmas in Dubai: Hot Chocolate

Tags: @lfc-fanfiction, @millythegoat, @alissonbecksfan234, @moomin279

Prompt: hot chocolate

Summary: On the first night of Dubai training camp, Kornmayer and Chamberlain meet up in the kitchen to make hot chocolate.

In Dubai, the December weather remained relatively mild, unlike blustery Liverpool. That meant no snow, no freezing wind, and no frozen ponds to skate on—in general, no European winter climate.

But it took more than an Arabian winter to deter Andreas Kornmayer from making his favorite winter drink. His favorite winter drink? Hot chocolate, of course.

There was nothing Kornmayer loved more than a steaming mug of hot chocolate on a cold winter day. Most of the others would usually be outside, playing in the snow, so that meant that Kornmayer could be alone for a few minutes. But thanks to the mild winter climate in Dubai, that wouldn’t be a reality this year.

So after the Liverpudlians touched down in the UAE, checked into their hotel, and sorted out the rooming arrangements, Kornmayer slipped into the kitchen with an innocuous-seeming cardboard box. It was two o’clock in the morning.

Sneaking around the kitchen, Kornmayer poured enough milk into a saucepan for one big mug of hot chocolate. After traveling across four time zones, finding a large amount of rocks sewn into the waist of his trousers, and the plane nearly crashing into the Hagia Sophia—thanks a lot, Jurgen Klopp— Kornmayer felt that he deserved a break.

As soon as he set the saucepan on the stove, light filtered into the nearly dark kitchen. A familiar shuffling immediately gave away the intruder.

“Ox?” Kornmayer whisper-shouted. He jumped in front of the stove, hiding the milk on the stove. “W-what are you doing awake? It’s two o’clock.”

“Might as well ask that to you.” Chamberlain yawned, sniffing the air. “Is that hot milk I smell? What are you making, Kornmayer?”

“Hot chocolate,” the German confessed. Unlike Klopp, Kornmayer knew that the “I found a baby on the doorstep and I’m warming them milk” excuse wouldn’t work. “You want some?”

“Do I? It’s my favorite winter drink and I can’t sleep.” Chamberlain inspected the counter, frowning. “Don’t you have any cocoa powder here?”

“No, I don’t have cocoa powder, or sugar, or crushed peppermint sticks. In fact, the only regular ingredient I have is milk.” Kornmayer poured more milk into the saucepan, enough to make two large mugs of hot chocolate.

Chamberlain stared at Kornmayer with wide-eyed incredulity. “So how are you going to just have milk and still make Cruyffing hot chocolate? Without sugar or chocolate or cocoa powder or anything?”

“Because I have another ingredient ready.” Kornmayer opened the cardboard box, taking out another, smaller box. He passed this to Chamberlain. “Open it.”

Chamberlain did so, peering inside the box. Inside were multiple dark, sweet-smelling balls. “What are these?”

“Hot chocolate bombs. They were viral in 2020 and are still popular now.” Kornmayer took out two mugs from his cardboard box. “Which mug would you like: the cactus one or the owl one?”

“Umm…the cactus one, I guess.” Chamberlain took the mug from Kornmayer. Knowing how the staff’s lighthearted sense of humor, he guessed that the mug had a joke on it—and it did. The cartoon cactus smiled in the sun over the words I’m A Pain In Your Butt…And I Love It.

“Hot milk coming up!” Kornmayer set his mug besides Chamberlain’ own. He filled both of them with hot milk, then dropped a hot chocolate bomb into each one. “Now watch.”

Chamberlain watched as the chocolate sphere floated in the milk, then sank. Then as soon as it sank, it exploded into a mass of chocolate, crushed peppermints and mini marshmallows. He took the spoon that Kornmayer had set next to the mug and swirled it around in the hot chocolate. The rich aromas floated around the kitchen.

“How is it?” Kornmayer looked up from his mug, a hot chocolate and whipped cream mustache adding to his natural mustache. “Good, huh?”

“It’s awesome.” Chamberlain took another long sip, sighing in blissful contentment. “You sure know how to pack a bomb, Kornmayer.”

“I know.” The two toasted, mugs clinking in the nearly silent kitchen.

A long shadow stretched across the wall, flickering in the darkness. Shuffling silently echoed around the kitchen, as Kornmayer subconsciously scooted closer to Chamberlain.

“W-who’s there?” Chamberlain demanded, huddling next to Kornmayer. “Show yourself.”

The light of a torch shone, briefly blinding the two before redirecting itself down. A familiar frame immediately gave away the intruder.

“Andreas? Ox? What are you doing here?” Klopp yawned, gaze sweeping over the two. “Ah, hot chocolate. Mind if I join you?”

“We were trying to avoid a chatterfest,” Kornmayer muttered. He poured more milk into the saucepan on the stove, humming to himself. “But go ahead. Choose your mug…and choose your bomb.”

“BOMB?!” Klopp yelped, backing away from the box as if it held AK 47 guns instead of hot chocolate ingredients. “Why the hell would you bring a bomb here, Andreas?”

Just as I expected him to do. “Relax,” Kornmayer laughed. “The only bomb we’ve got here are hot chocolate bombs. You wouldn’t know about them—they were popular in 2020 and you were born before the moon landing.”

“ANDREAS KORNMAYER!!! YOU FILTHY ANIMAL!”

#andreas kornmayer #alex oxlade chamberlain #jurgen klopp #liverpool #liverpool fc #liverpool men #lfc #lfc players #football blurb #football imagine #football #football fanfic #soccer fanfiction by lynn #soccer fanfiction #soccer #christmas prompts #christmas

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