Stuck in a Snowstorm (Julian X Reader FLUFF)

tcohs-messenger:

Hi I just wanted to write about getting stuck out in a storm and huddling under a blanket for warmth. 

with READER!

Don’t worry, the woman on the phone said. The storm should settle in an hour, once it does we will send a dispatch car out. Conserve your gas and stay warm. 

Of course.

Julian leans over from the passenger seat and hits the button to turn on your hazard lights. With a look of realization, he shares with you, “I stored some blankets in the trunk- hold on-”

“Julian wait!” He doesn’t wait for your plead, already pushing the door open and kicking away chunks of snow before rounding the car. You feel the shift as he opens the trunk and quickly closes it. When he appears, puffing and trembling even with only a second out there, you’re quick to scold- “Julian, I could have gotten them myself!”

His smile fills you with a bit of extra warmth as he begins to unfold the blanket. “Well I don’t want you getting cold…”

You and him, within minutes, resolve that you can’t properly share a blanket over the cup holder and awkward seats. Julian is quick to suggest he pull you into his lap after shifting the seat back for more room. Honestly though- you don’t have the heart to deny that it would be best… plus with your shared body heat, it would be easier to conserve warmth. 

Slowly, you crawl over the cup holder and the gear shifts to accompany him in the passenger seat. It’s an awkward squeeze with you practically laying on top of him- but Julian has no complaints. He even holds you closer, pulling the blanket over top the both of you with much more ease this time. It’s made of wool and intricately knitted by the hand of Mazelinka herself. Hell, despite being in the trunk of your car for the last month or so, you can smell the scent of her candles that she makes at home. 

In this ditch, with the snowstorm at its peak, firm against Julian’s chest and with the familiar scent of Mazelinka’s house along and her plush throw blanket, you feel strangely comfortable. 

The radio’s static fades in and out with scattered pop songs and the annoying drone of some news caster telling how many inches of snow have fallen. You’re not paying attention to it- instead- much more calmed by the slow, heavy thrum of his heart beat. His chest rises and falls slowly with his breath coupled to similar tempo with his hand caressing your back in slow circles.

You don’t quite notice how easily the time dribbles away like water, seconds delving into minutes and, eventually, the drone of the radio making some sort of announcement of the storm slowing down. 

“Guess they’ll be coming soon…” Julian’s murmur rouses you from some dozing you had been in. He looks equally tired and just barely shivering from wherever the blanket didn’t reach him. You give him a questioning look at that, but he merely shrugs. “A little cold- I’m okay though.”

You don’t believe him. You shift a little closer, pulling the blanket up more to cover him properly, making you two even closer than before. You can catch the faintest of blushes on his cheeks. Despite for how long the two of you have dated, he’s still so adorable. Cheekily, you suggest, “Maybe we should kiss to conserve warmth~”

His blush remains, but his smile arches up wide and impressed. “You’re so right-” You knew he was close to another barrage of flirting, so you nudge up and capture his lips before he does, drawing out from him a gasp and then a following moan against your lips. 

It was safe to say you were kept very- very warm until the rescue trucks found you. 

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