#fluffy reader insert

You wrapped your arms tighter around yourself trying to will your body heat to warm you up. It's been a long day, you're tired. You maneuvered your jacket into a makeshift blanket, your knees tugged tight against your body to fit under the jacket. You nestled your head against the rough trunk of the tree, exhaustion from the day washing over your body. Maybe you could sleep through the rest of the snow? Your eyes were heavy and your head fell lt dizzy. Slowly with the sound of the river rushing lulling you into a comfortable sleep.

You were sleeping peacefully dreaming of being the fishing champion with the best piranha ever only to be woken up abruptly. Your eyes opened to the sight of fluffy white hair and a large grin.

"Good morning sleepyhead! I was worried you were an icicle at this point." Vanya chuckled but you could see some actual concern on his face.

You grunted and stretched your arms into the cold air, joints popping and cracking into place. "Ngh.. I was warm and cozy~"

"Haha you can't be that warm your nose is all red." He booped your nose and that's when you realized he was doing something. You sat up a little more to get a better look and you saw he'd started a small campfire and set up his own fishing gear nearby. There was a small pot resting on a grate over the campfire and you could hear the bubbling of liquid.

"What're you doing? Planning on camping?" You pulled your jacket back on properly and crawled closer to the fire.

"I just wanted to do some fishing but it's coldddd! And then I find a little star-sicle where I want to set up." Vanya scooped his put into a thermos and handed it to you.

You took the warm thermos into your cold hands and looked down at the cup of soup. "I was trying to catch some fish when I got tired. The one I want isn't biting."

Vanya chuckled and snuggled up next to you with his own cup. "Well... You did catch something special, huh?"

You looked up at him and tilted your head. "What's that?"

"You caught... A Vanya~" Vanya did a cute pose, poking his cheek. You laughed, a blush coming to your cheeks.

     “Hi, sorry to bother you but, could I ask you a question?”

     You looked up to see a man with blonde hair, captivation smile, and broad shoulders that gave him the silhouette of a Doritos chip. “That depends on the question.”

    The man pointed at the chalk board on the wall. “What is this take out challenge?” You motioned for the man to sit down next to you. 

     “The challenge sounds simple, but it’s damn near impossible.” The man raised his eyebrow while sipping on his beer. “There’s this girl here, who no one has managed to take home. She never leaves with someone she didn’t come with.”

     “She’s turned down over 600 people?”

     “Yup. Now the challenge has two parts. Find said girl and manage to convince her to leave the club with you. And if your interested, the bartenders, might tell you who she is and something she likes to talk about. But more often than not, they just point her out and its a free for all.”

     “So do you know this mystery girl?” You shrugged and took a sip. “Perhaps, I can drink with you for a bit?”

     “Maybe, or maybe we could go dance a bit.” 

     The alcohol giving you some courage, you grabbed the mystery man by his hand and led him to the dance floor. While dancing, the two of you talked about anything and everything. Conversation just flowed since the two of you seemed to click so easily. Chuckles could occasionally be heard over the loud bass. Eventually, after a few hours, your stomach started to complain about the lack of food. Just as you were about to say something, the blond man spoke up. “Hey, do you leave with me and get some food?”

     “What about your mystery girl? Don’t you want to find her?”

     “Honestly I forgot about that entirely. I just wanna get good food with a beautiful woman.

     You didn’t know if it was the alcohol or the hunger in your stomach, or the way he had been treating you that night. The way he listened in the conversation, was respectful, even engaging in a contest on who could make the worst puns, but you broke tradition. “Sure, just let me grab my purse. I’ll meet you at the door.” As you went to grab your purse from the bar, you gave Mike and Hailey a heads up and told them you would text them when you got home. 

     “It’s been three years and finally you leave with someone.” Mike wiped fake tears from under his eye while putting an arms around Hailey. “They grow up so fast!”

     “It’s just food!”

     Hailey chuckled, “yeah sausage.” 

      A blush spread across your cheeks and you headed to the door where the blond man waited for you. “Alright, let’s blow this Popsicle stand.”

     Walking down the sidewalk to a hidden diner, the blue-eyed man asked what your name is. “I don’t know, that classified information but it comes with my phone number. It takes a level of trust to learn my name.”

     “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

      Smiling, you lightly bumped into his side. “What a marvelous question technique, you should work for the CIA.”

     “Okay smarty, well just to let you know my name is Chris.”

     Chris. The name of the mystery man. “Nice name, it suits you.”

     “Thanks, I got it for my birthday.” That ripped a laugh out of you, making your shoulders shake.

     “That’s a good one! Cute and funny!”

     “I don’t know about cute, but thank you.”

 A chill breeze filled the area, causing you to rub your arms for warmth. Chris must have noticed this, because he put his jacket over your shoulders. You tried to reject it, but he insisted. “Don’t worry, I’m practically a radiator. Now, how do I unlock this level of trust?”

     “Simple. Play a round of twenty questions.” As you approached the door, Chris held it open for you and followed you inside. There was a sign saying to pick a seat and that a waitress would help you. Chris lead you to the back of the diner, away from the other patrons where you would be undisturbed. 

     While you scanned the menu, you and Chris began your game. “So, first question mystery girl. What’s your favorite song?”

     “Depends on my mood, but right now I’d have to say...(favorite song).” You placed your menu down deciding on (favorite food). “My first question. This is a critical one. Answer the wrong answer, no way on getting my name.”

     “Bring it!” He said leaning in and putting on a “serious” face. 

     “Whats is the best Disney movie to date?” 

      A scoff fell from Chris’s lips “Trick question, every Disney movie is the best Disney movie!”

    “You can advance to the next round!”

     The night continued asking more than twenty questions and ordering your meals. Eventually you both lost track of time and the waitress warned you twenty minutes before closing. You placed an order of (favorite hot drink) to go and asked for the tab. “I’ll cover it, don’t worry” Chris was reaching in to his pocket and taking out his wallet. 

     “No, I got it.” You had already pulled your wallet out.

     “Let me pay.”

     “I’m not gonna make you pay Chris, I got the tab.”

     “Well nameless one, I’m not letting you pay.”

     Both of you locked eyes in a stare off. Until you brought your hand’s onto the table. “Rock paper scissors?”

     “You’re on!”...... Chris won. 

     As he paid the bill and you both gathered your belongings, you asked Chris if you could borrow his phone. Once the phone was in your grasp you added you contact info in his phone. “My name is (y/n).”

     “(y/n), a beautiful name for a beautiful lady.”

     A blush burned your ears and cheeks “Cheese ball”. A laugh fell out of Chris and you both made your way into the night. Chris putting his jacket on your shoulders as the temperature had dropped even more.

     Like the gentleman he made himself to be, he walked you to your shared apartment and to your door. “I really had a great night (y/n).”

     “Me too. Thank you for dinner.”

     “No problem, thank you for the company” As you were about to enter the apartment, you turned back around to see Chris at the end of the hall. 

     “Chris!” He turned around with a half smile on his face. “Wanna go out again on Saturday? There’s an amazing coffee shop that has the best food in town.”

    “Definitely! How does 11 sound?”

     “Perfect! Good night, get home safe.” 

     “Good night (y/n), see you Saturday!”

     Entering your apartment, you closed the door and let out a squeal. Over three years 640 people asked you out. 637 people rejected, 213 were roasted and shamed, two messed up, but one succeeded. In all honesty, you were happy he was the one to win that challenge.

     Getting ready for bed, you noticed that you still had his jacket. It was easiest the comfiest and warmest jacket you had ever encountered. To the point where you looked on up on amazon just to buy it. Well Chris, you can get this back on Saturday. You slipped it on over your pajamas and went to sleep, ready for tomorrows show and the date waiting for you on Saturday 

As we sat on the iconic couch, we were displaying the charade that we weren’t dating. Tom and I mutually decided to not announce anything publicly to avoid and unnecessary publicity and paparazzi that could plague us. “Now Tom, there has been a trending tag on twitter and other social media called (ship name). Do you know what that is?”

“No, but I have heard of it before.” That cheeky man knew exactly what it was. He showed me the trending hashtag.

“Well, it's a tag where people ship you and miss (y/n). There are quite a few interesting posts there that are truly memorable.” The screen next to him began to display some tweets and comments to fans then slowly transitioned to fan art.

The one currently on the screen was one of me and Tom snuggling on the couch. The detail was impeccable and could have been mistaken for an actual picture. I was jaw dropped. “Whoever this has amazing skills. This is amazing!” Graham was chuckling at my reaction.

“Tom, what do you think?” The older man was looking at the man sitting next to me.

“In all honesty.” Tom had a little smile across his face. “It looks like a picture of a normal Friday night. The detail is impeccable!”

A cheer came across the audience. “What do you mean by a normal Friday night?” God damn it, Tom.

“Well, there’s a movie night with friends and it just so happens to be on a Friday.” I tried to cover Toms and my behind but it didn’t go how I wanted.

“(y/n) you are an amazing actress but happen to be a horrible liar.”

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Back at the hotel room, Tom and I changed into some comfortable street clothes and got ready to go walking around the city and see the sandwich shop he was mentioned early. “I still can't believe I messed up.”