80s Band Imagines

💜 Steven- I'm Cold

Fluff

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I'd been cold before. Sure. But this was different.

The bus broke down in Minnesota in the middle of fucking winter. Everyone was fighting over blankets, Axl having the thickest one since no one wanted to argue with my hothead brother. As well as another blanket on top.

Then Duff stole the longest one since he's a foot taller than everyone. Plus, another smaller blanket

Izzy had two blankets as well as Slash.

Seeing as how everyone had blankets, me and Steven had to share the other two.
I was trying not to hog the blankets and changed into sweats, a long sleeve shirt with a hoodie over it, and thick socks, with another pair of fluffy socks over them.

And I'm still cold as fuck.

"Stevie" I whined.

"Junee?" He whined back, mimicking me.

"I'm cold."

"Come here." Steven chuckled before opening his arms just enough so I could cuddle into him.

I snuggled into the fluffy-headed drummer, sighing as he radiated warmth. One of his arms wrapped around my torso, the other stroking my head softly.

"Stevie." I murmured into his chest.

"June." He whispered back.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have beautiful hair?"

"Not that I can think of no. Why?"

"Because you do. It's soft and fluffy, like popcorn." I say reaching up to touch a piece of his hair.

"Popcorn huh?" He chuckles softly.

"Yeah. Popcorn. I'm gonna start calling you that."

"Anything you wanna do June."

"Does that include you?" I ask trying to keep up my serious facade but failing miserably.

"Sure. No objections here." He replies lamely.

"Really?" I ask shocked.

"Mhm. But, you know, without your brother finding out.

"When and where? Hm?" I ask a smirk permanent on my lips.

"I think we should start now." He smirks back.

"I think that's a good idea."

We both smile before our lips connect in a fiery kiss.

Damn I love cold weather.