๐เง Hands in his pockets ๐เง
๐ฎ๐๐พ๐ธ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐โด๐๐ ๐ธโด๐๐น ๐ฝ๐ถ๐๐น๐ ๐พ๐ ๐๐ฝโฏ ๐
โด๐ธ๐โฏ๐๐ โด๐ป ๐๐ฝโฏ ๐ธ๐โฏโฏ๐
๐. ๐ผ๐๐ธ๐๐๐นโฏ๐น: ๐ฅโฏ๐ป๐ป, ๐ทโฏ๐, โ๐ฟ, ๐ฏโด๐ท๐, โฏ๐ฟ, ๐๐พ๐, ๐ท๐โดโด๐น๐ ๐
๐ถ๐พ๐๐โฏ๐, ๐๐ถ๐๐น๐๐
โด๐
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โงยฐ.โเผบโฑเผปโ.ยฐโงโงยฐ.โเผบโฑเผปโ.ยฐโงโงยฐ.โเผบโฑเผปโ.ยฐโง
The snow fell thickly at the bus stop, he was scrolling on his phone, messages from the proxy group chat. One arm was slung around your shoulders. Your hands slowly slide around his waistband and plunge into his pockets. โWhat the actual fuck!โ He shouts, wiggling, the arm around you, shooting to grab your arm, but not pulling you off. You grin devilishly. โYour hands are fucking freezing.โ He mutters, but doesn't even attempt pushing you away. โDeal with it. You're warm.โ You snuggle your face into his side. He goes rigid, hand slowly resuming its place and he sighs, letting his body slouch. โYou kill me, gorgeous.โ
โงยฐ.โเผบโฑเผปโ.ยฐโงโงยฐ.โเผบโฑเผปโ.ยฐโงโงยฐ.โเผบโฑเผปโ.ยฐโง
You and BEN were laying in bed together. It was late, he was on Xbox while you cuddled up beside him. Wanting his attention you slowly slip your hands into his sleep short pockets. He squeals, glowing controller illuminating the dark room as he throws his arms up. He started heating up like an overheated computer and even glitched a few times before snuggling back into place while you silently giggled. โAhh warmth.โ You murmured, burying your face in his chest.
โ๐ถ๐๐๐ฝ๐พ๐๐ ๐ฅ๐ถ๐ธ๐
โงยฐ.โเผบโฑเผปโ.ยฐโงโงยฐ.โเผบโฑเผปโ.ยฐโงโงยฐ.โเผบโฑเผปโ.ยฐโง
Jack was holding in his arms, face dropped into your neck half asleep. You were so cold, snuggling up further until an idea wrinkled in your brain. You brought your freezing cold hands down into the pockets of his suspenders. He screeched. โMy thats cold, my dear!โ You had to stifle a laugh. โSorry my hands are freezing.โ You used your most sweetest, neediest voice and the clown caved. โIf you must, my gumdrop you may.โ You dug your fingers deeper into his pockets.
โงยฐ.โเผบโฑเผปโ.ยฐโงโงยฐ.โเผบโฑเผปโ.ยฐโงโงยฐ.โเผบโฑเผปโ.ยฐโง
It was cuddling time as usual. Laying on the couch with you ontop. Your hands were cold, so sneakily slid them down into his pockets. He couldnt feel a thing. You buried them deeper, the fabric already heating up your hands. โB-baby? What are you doing?โ He looked towards your hands under the covers. โHands are cold.โ You say simply, moving your hands around a bit. โOh-oh sh-should I turn the turn the um air conditioner down?โ You replied with a headshake. Of course he understood and got comfortable once more.
โฐ๐โฏ๐โฏ๐๐ ๐ฅ๐ถ๐ธ๐
โงยฐ.โเผบโฑเผปโ.ยฐโงโงยฐ.โเผบโฑเผปโ.ยฐโงโงยฐ.โเผบโฑเผปโ.ยฐโง
His lab was freezing. You had on a coat granted but you started losing feeling in your fingers. While he cleaned his tools with precision, you came around, sliding your cold fingers into his lab pockets. โCold?โ He asks not looking up. You press your cheek against his shoulder blade, nodding. A few moments later he gently pulled your hands out and brought them to his mouth, blowing warm air onto your freezing fingers, you melted against him.
โงยฐ.โเผบโฑเผปโ.ยฐโงโงยฐ.โเผบโฑเผปโ.ยฐโงโงยฐ.โเผบโฑเผปโ.ยฐโง
It was a chilly day, cold wind hitting you as you stood at the corner of the bakery where Liu was going to pick you up. The cold nipped at your skin as Liu finally pulled up. You immediately got in the car, snuggling up to him shivering. He placed a warm hand at the back of your head. โSomeone's cold.โ He teased, as you slowly slipped your hands into his pockets. He sucked in a breath before gently wrapping his scarf around you and kissing the crown of your head.
โงยฐ.โเผบโฑเผปโ.ยฐโงโงยฐ.โเผบโฑเผปโ.ยฐโงโงยฐ.โเผบโฑเผปโ.ยฐโง
You were helping him unload body parts from the freezer. He of course had them neatly wrapped. You had to convince yourself you were handling animal meat to avoid hurling. Afterwards he took you to the living room, lighting the fireplace to warm you both up. (After thoroughly washing his hands.) You slowly come up behind him, sliding your hands into his pockets, flexing your fingers to warm them up. He froze, turning his head to look at you over his shoulder. โWhat are you doing...darling.โ You met his blue gaze. โWarming up.โ He blinked several times before turning to face the fireplace as his hands join your hands in his pockets, stroking you hands with his thumbs.
๐๐ถ๐๐น๐๐
โด๐
โงยฐ.โเผบโฑเผปโ.ยฐโงโงยฐ.โเผบโฑเผปโ.ยฐโงโงยฐ.โเผบโฑเผปโ.ยฐโง
As a 'joke' he locked your door to your house. You stood in the cold shouting names at him for well over 15 minutes before he finally let you in. He was draped across your couch like he owned it. โDon't know how a door works anymore, Jingles?โ He mocks, a grin growing across his face. You flopped next to him, glaring. A few moments later as payback you slipped your hands in his pockets. He stopped grinning almost instantly. Your facial expressions switched. He made a move to pull your hands away but you gripped harder, shaking your head. โNo. You owe me.โ He scowled before flopping back down, gripping your forearms with a little less intensity.