lights! so many lights
holiday lights, wrapped tight around tree branches and latching onto buildings
joaquin never letting go of your gloved hand as you walk miles around the city together, heads turned up towards the sky as a light layer of snow crunches under your boots
a solid hour of him balanced on a step stool, you holding it firm to the ground as he strings the intricate wires along the edges of your ceiling of your shared apartment
every color you can think of, shimmery and bright
but also, warm light
the light of your oven, sending out the vanilla scent of cookies to fill your kitchen
half a dozen lit candles (which you're not technically supposed to have in the apartment) making your space glow red and orange
you discuss getting a house with a fireplace one day
but for now, you happily watch him make steaming mugs of mexican hot chocolate—the good stuff, spicy and nutty and not too sweet—which you occasionally enjoy throughout hallmark movie marathons
movies that he will inevitably poke fun at, but which you secretly love for their relentlessly happy endings
his hands are absolutely frigid under your shared blanket, but if you cuddle close enough and long enough, if you keep whisper-begging him to never get up, to stay by your side all night, they eventually warm up against your skin.
lights! so many lights
holiday lights, wrapped tight around tree branches and latching onto buildings
joaquin never letting go of your gloved hand as you walk miles around the city together, heads turned up towards the sky as a light layer of snow crunches under your boots
a solid hour of him balanced on a step stool, you holding it firm to the ground as he strings the intricate wires along the edges of your ceiling of your shared apartment
every color you can think of, shimmery and bright
but also, warm light
the light of your oven, sending out the vanilla scent of cookies to fill your kitchen
half a dozen lit candles (which you're not technically supposed to have in the apartment) making your space glow red and orange
you discuss getting a house with a fireplace one day
but for now, you happily watch him make steaming mugs of mexican hot chocolate—the good stuff, spicy and nutty and not too sweet—which you occasionally enjoy throughout hallmark movie marathons
movies that he will inevitably poke fun at, but which you secretly love for their relentlessly happy endings
his hands are absolutely frigid under your shared blanket, but if you cuddle close enough and long enough, if you keep whisper-begging him to never get up, to stay by your side all night, they eventually warm up against your skin.
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rodrikstark's headcanons (part 1)
Fanfictionheadcanons from tumblr. personal favorites will be marked with a * [cross-posting from my ao3]
