always hopeless, sometimes romantic

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Prompt (from here): Cuddling!; Newmann

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The heat’s busted in their apartment again. Shit not working in their apartment is nothing new (last week was the cable, the week before was the dishwasher) but that doesn’t mean Newt isn’t still going to complain about it their landlord finally does something. Until then, he’s resigned himself to shuffling around the place in old sweatpants and Hermann’s sweaters.

The plus side, though: Hermann gets clingy, and Newt loves when Hermann gets clingy–Hermann is already affectionate with him enough as is, so the sudden influx of cuddling just feels like a bonus. He spoons Newt more than usual in bed. He initiates more makeouts. When they watch TV after dinner, he practically sits in Newt’s lap. “I’m not complaining,” Newt says one night exactly one week into no central heating, as Hermann burrows deeper under the two blankets they’ve thrown over their comforter and effectively tries to meld himself with Newt’s body, “but is there a reason you’re being so–”

“So what?” Hermann’s voice is muffled. He’s wrapped his arms around Newt’s torso, and only the very top of his head is poking out from the blankets. It’s incredibly endearing. Newt’s grateful Hermann can’t see the sappy smile spreading across his face.

“You know,” Newt says, and ruffles Hermann’s slightly overgrown and puffy hair. Hermann actually headbutts his hand away, like some sort of pissed-off cat. “This.”

“You’re very…warm,” Hermann finally admits.

Hermann has bad circulation and icicle fingers even in the summer, so it makes sense that he’d use Newt–who runs a lot warmer and has a great deal of extra padding–as his own personal furnace. Still. “You only married me for my body,” Newt says mournfully, and snickers when Hermann pinches him.