Baby it’s really fucking cold outside

Pairing: DaveJohn 

Rating: T for teenage boys being really cute 

Note: I wrote more cute things because feelings

You never thought you’d be where you are right now. 

You’re standing on John Egbert’s lawn. It’s below freezing outside, snowing. You have a few stones hiding in the palm of your hand. You let out a shaky breath, taking one of the little rocks and chucking it towards Johns window. It clacks the glass generously, but you wince at how loud it actually was. 

Your name is Dave Strider, and you fucked up. Once again. 

You bounce on the balls of your feet. You can honestly feel your testicles begin to freeze over, and you grit your teeth. You throw another stone at the window. 

"John!" You hiss. Not too loud, you can’t wake up daddy. 

A few seconds later, a dark haired boy can be seen looking through his window frame. He’s a dark shadow, and you can’t make out his facial expression. You assume he’s surprised when he tries to quickly open his window, and pokes his head out. 

"Dave? Dave what the fuck are you doing here?" He calls out. You clench your bare hands. 

"It would appear that I’m going to turn myself into a human ice sculpture. Can you please just let me in?" 

"What? No! I’m mad at you… fuck off," he grunts, and you licked at your chapped lips. 

"John come on… I didn’t mean to make you upset… please let me in, I came all the way here to talk to you," you plead, but he crosses his arms. 

"And why should I? You’re just a prick to me 24/7, I don’t even see why you bother trying," his words are more glum than angry, and he proceeds to shut the window on you. His currents are drawn. 

You look down at your feet and shuffle them in the snow a bit. You’re wearing your converse, and they’re already getting wet from the heavy snow.  Your little piggies won’t be going to the market, they’ll be fresh ice cubes in a matter of minutes. You rub your palms together and then stuff pebbles in your sweatshirt pocket. 

John has a large Oak tree in front of his window. You take in a deep breath and walk forward to it, taking hold of the trunk. You were pretty good at this, you’ve scaled the water tower on top of your apartment enough times during strife’s with your bro. You proceed to shimmy yourself up the trunk before you reach the hefty branches. They’re slick, which makes your stomach twist a little. You close your eyes, because you know its a long way down. However you proceed to climb. You have to talk to John, you can’t let things get like this. 

You hoist yourself up on another branch. How could you be such a fuckwad, Dave? You grimace and huff as you come closer to the window. It seems that you make your boyfriend feel like shit on a regular basis, and you know this. Damn it you don’t mean to, you’d give John the world if it were possible. Hell it is possible, you’re just too stupid to realize it. 

You finally reach the last branch. It’s got thick icicles dripping off of it, and you swallow hard. You take a pebble from your pocket and throw it at the window. It only takes a few seconds before John is opening up the window again. Now you can get a better look at him. He looks appalled that you’re only a few feet apart. 

"Dave, are you crazy?! Just go home!" He’s pleading, and he looks worried. 

You shrug, “John let me inside. I’m not going home until this funk is unfunkified, you got it?” 

John blinks and bites his lower lip. He’s precious, god you could take a nice dip in those big blue eyes. Of course that didn’t help, your foot slipped a bit when you were distracted but you caught yourself just in time. 

John gasps, “Dave you’re going to kill yourself. Damn it, just get down! You’re gonna wake up dad.” 

"No, I got this," you urge, starting to stand. You put one foot in front of the other, your heel planted to the surface to make sure you don’t slip. John looks nervous, he’s calling you stupid and a bunch of other things but you gradually get closer. By the looks of it, you’ll make it. 

But then, your weight got the best of you. 

The limb snaps, and you’re starting to sag down. Your breath hitches and John moves forward. It’s too late. Your finger tips grace each other but you’re already spiraling downward into the snow. 

White powder erupts when you hit the ground on your back. 

"Fuck…" you groan, letting out hoarse coughs. You try to regain your breath, and then you hear the front door open. 

"Dave!" John is running out to you, bunny slippers making foot prints in the fresh snow. You try to get up but you end up falling back into the same spot. John is hovering over you, "are you okay?!" 

"Oh yeah man, peachy. Decided to just lay down and make some snow angels." 

"You… are unbelievable," John sighs, and helps you up. He takes you to the front door, and fuck does your back feel bruised. You didn’t break anything, thankfully. Before you know it you’re being escorted up to his bedroom, tip toeing. He closes the door behind you guys and you shake your blond hair that was consumed by snowflakes. John sits on his swivel chair as you sit on his bed. The both of you are quiet for several minutes before he asks you. 

"Take off your shirt," John asks, and you shoot him a mischievous grin and he just rolls his eyes at you. You take your sweatshirt off and slip out of your shirt, leaving yourself bare. Goosebumps strike your skin, the chill just won’t leave. 

John comes to sit next to you on the bed and you turn your back on him so he can have a look. He’s chuckles softly and presses his hand on your lower back. You wince, there’s a dull pain. 

"How do I look?" 

"Not bad-ass, if that’s what you’re thinking." 

You smile and he’s disappeared out of his room real fast, before coming back with an ice pack. 

"Oh how fucking heavenly, it’s December 18th and you’re handing me ice in a plastic bag." 

"Just…" John sat down on the bed again so he could place it on Dave’s back, "relax…" 

"Mm…" Dave shuts his eyes, "cold…" 

"Don’t be such a baby," John kept it there for him, for a bit. They sat in silence as the pain numbed a bit and started to feel better. Dave’s hand reached behind him to touch Johns thigh, and John responded by moving away. 

"Hey… come on," Dave reached for the others hand, "John I’m really sorry for being such a d-bag to you…" 

John just stood there, and you tightened the grip around his hand. 

"I just say idiotic things all the time, you know this… I’ll try to calm it down a bit. But for now I came here to apologize… and maybe sneak some cuddles with you." 

"I don’t wanna cuddle…" John grunted, but you smirked. 

"Oh yeah… I dunno…" 

"Dave… don’t-" 

"I think the cuddle monster wants to pay a visit," 

"Dude come on-" 

"Nope, here he comes!" You let go of his hand and pulled the comforter off his bed and over your body. You engulf him with your arms and he lets out a shrill giggle, "Dave s-stop!" He’s squirming in your hold, and you’ve got him under the covers, kissing at his cheek and his neck. You can feel his skin growing hot, and he playfully shoves at you, "you’re so fucking corny!" He says, and you smile. The both of you are still underneath the blanket, and he’s pinned underneath you. You forgot that you were totally topless as well, and before you can make anymore connections John is pulling you in for a kiss.

Your heart is pounding once he’s got his hands on your chest. Your lips moving gracefully against each other, his tongue poking through your lips to meet yours. You breathe hotly, curling your fingers into Johns hair. 

John is gasping for air once he’s pulled away, and you laughed. You pulled the blanket down so you both could get fresh air. 

John was blushing tremendously and you bit your lip. He was so precious to you, damn it, you didn’t want to move. His body heat provided so much comfort, and you were sure that if you could spend the rest of the night capturing his lips with yours, you would. 

John sits you up a bit, “do you want hot coco?” He asks, and you raise a brow. 

"You’re letting me off that easy?" You ask, and he just smirks at you. 

"You owe me a lot," he says, and you grin. Despite the pain still residing from your fall, you topple him back onto the bed to kiss him some more. 

The night ends with you two drinking hot coco and playing video games until the early morning. He kisses you once you both hit the mattress, and you two are feverishly kissing before he’s well asleep in your arms. 

You stare up at his ceiling. There’s a bunch of glow in the dark slimers covering it’s surface. 

Maybe the fall wasn’t all that bad if this was the outcome. 

… fuck it, that fall really sucked dick. 

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